"Hehe, it's okay."

"Sooner or later, I'll have a chance to call back."

"Look, the game is about to begin!"

"This is the contestant sent by your Imperial City?"

"It's so delicate, I didn't expect you to be so good."

Liu Chengfeng suddenly interrupted Gu Changkong's words, looked at the ring intently, and said with a smile.

Gu Changkong smiled, shook his head, and kept silent.

Even Geng Fat Man was in the mood and lit himself a cigar, and the whole backstage soon became smoky.

Knocked out of the main city...

Only he came to see the excitement.

The other cities have long been withdrawn.

It's a shame to sit here and watch other cities play.

"Huh?"

"Why don't you introduce yourself stupidly like everyone else?"

Looking at the young man in the ring, standing opposite him, wearing a Taoist robe, Su Yang asked with some doubts.

According to my experience during this time, almost the first thing that all the contestants do on stage is to report to their homes.

My name is so-and-so, what city I am from, who is my blessing, and then I will strike a handsome pose.

And in the process, he was kicked out by himself.

But today, this guy looked indifferent, with his hands behind his back, motionless.

It was a bit of a surprise indeed.

"You don't deserve to know my name."

The boy said lightly.

There was no fluctuation in tone, as if to say a fact.

Su Yang realized something and nodded: "Hmm... So, are you humiliating me..."

"Is this what it's like to be humiliated?"

"It's so exciting!"

Su Yang muttered to himself, and a hint of excitement gradually appeared in his eyes: "Then... Let's go! Quick, one! ”

"I hope you are qualified, let me call immortals."

The young man's expression was still indifferent, looking at Su Yang who suddenly disappeared in place, his expression remained unchanged, but he calmly raised his right hand and threw a punch at a certain place in the void.

At the moment of the punch, Su Yang happened to appear in this position, and he also punched, touching the young man.

"Heh..."

Young and smiling, the wind is light.

But...

Silver flashes.

The boy suddenly had a tiny wound on his arm.

Su Yang closed his fist.

With a scalpel between his fingers, he looked at the boy and smiled: "Although not as stupid as those people before, but... I'm still very arrogant. ”

A few drops of blood dripped down the boy's arm.

The boy glanced at it indifferently.

Completely not paying attention to it, he took a step forward and threw his fist again.

He punches faster than a fool.

Su Yang dodged when he was in a hurry, and went around behind the young man.

But as if the young man had guessed Su Yang's route, he instantly closed his fist, shouldered his side, and slammed into his rear!

His shoulder hit Su Yang's chest.

Originally, Su Yang had a chance to dodge, but not only did he not dodge, but took the initiative to meet him, and at the moment he was hit, the scalpel slashed at the young man's neck.

At the moment when the scalpel was about to cut the young man's throat, the young man raised his arm and stopped the scalpel.

But there was a hideous wound on his arm, and the bones were visible.

And Su Yang didn't seem to be particularly comfortable, he took a few steps back in a row, panting slightly, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"My name, Haotian."

Looking at the two wounds on his arm that appeared in a row in just ten seconds, the young man suddenly looked at Su Yang and said lightly.

seemed to agree with Su Yang's strength: "You are now qualified to know my name." ”

"Hundred family names..."

"There's... Summer time? ”

Su Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, a little curious.

"When the voice of Haotian begins, the moment the world resounds..."

"My past has been... It doesn't matter anymore. ”

"Imperial City, Door Pusher..."

"Haotian."

The boy said lightly again!

The people who pushed the door, if they were Su Yang, there were a total of eight.

But for some reason, these door pushers are all hidden, and they have no interest in this so-called Immortal Journey Competition.

Juvenile...

Or Haotian is the only one who took the initiative to show up.

"The Door Pusher..."

Su Yang thought for a while, then tidied up the folds on his clothes, and looked at Haotian with a smile: "Hello, I'm the back doorman!" ”

"Foolish mortals."

"The game, that's the end of it."

Listening to Su Yang's nonsense, Haotian shook his head slightly, losing interest in continuing to talk with Su Yang.

If it weren't for the sake of these two wounds, he wouldn't have talked to Su Yang much about it.

"Emperor God, there is a great man under him."

"Monitor the Quartet, and ask the people for nothing."

"Haotian - Shenhui."

A majestic voice rang out.

An extremely vague phantus appeared behind Haotian, hazy, and could only vaguely detect that it was a figure, even if it was just a hurried glance, it made people want to kneel and worship.

"Heal."

Haotian whispered softly, and a pale golden halo appeared on his fingertips, dotting on the wound.

But in the blink of an eye, the two blood marks were intact.

Haotian seemed to have just done an inconspicuous little thing, looked at Su Yang again, took a step, his feet glowed with golden light, and the next moment he appeared in front of Su Yang out of thin air, and a punch fell.

At the moment of punching, Haotian's fist was also wrapped with a layer of divine radiance.

"Force, three!"

Su Yang raised his fist and fought with Haotian again.

Haotian stood motionless with his fists on his back.

And Su Yang took three steps back in a row before he unloaded his strength.

"Your compatibility with the immortals is too low..."

"It's just a matter of relying on quantity to crush."

"But..."

"My existence cannot be erased by your quantity."

Haotian still looked at Su Yang calmly, and said lightly: "Originally, I still regretted that a genius would die today, but now it seems..."

"Die, die."

As he spoke, Haotian stepped forward again, punch after punch, and kept attacking Su Yang.

Su Yang blocked several punches in a row, and the floor of the ring under his feet cracked one after another.

It looks like it's already falling into the downwind.

Audience.

An Da was on crutches, looking at this scene, his eyes were a little strange: "It's the first time I've seen a madman being pressed and beaten." ”

Wu Qianqiu sat beside him and shook his head slightly: "This guy named Haotian also has a lot of research on ancient martial arts, although he can't be regarded as a grandmaster, but he is also a master." ”

Zhao Fatzi had a sad face: "Crazy... You can't beat it, right? ”

"Panic what."

"Don't you see the madman's eyes?"

"He's playing."

The cripple's cold voice suddenly sounded: "This guy, it's really no occasion to go crazy, is it time for him to play?" ”

The cripple snorted coldly, turned his head, looked at the boy beside him, who had fallen into a coma, and finally let out a sigh.