Among martial artists, close-quarters short fights are undoubtedly the most testing of basic reactions and the most confirmation of technical skills.

The cultivators of Sanshan City have jumped over the mountains like flat land since they were children, fighting lions and killing tigers, which is naturally good. Although the close-fitting short fight is a dangerous blow for him, he is also somewhat sure.

However, Jiang Wang's cultivation of the Four Spirits Refining Body Decision was the only exercise passed on by the soldiers, and it was completed by the Tai Illusory Realm Acting Platform. At this stage, it is a first-class refining method.

Jiang Wang is full of muscles and muscles, although it is not said that it is better than steel, but it is not far behind. The majestic qi and blood are dormant in every muscle, and the scale is not seen on weekdays, but on an occasion like today, it erupts with unprecedented fierceness!

Bang bang!

Fists and feet, knees and elbows.

The two fists were fist to fist, making a sound like a drum.

This kind of pure fist and kick fierceness is also unprecedented. In such a battle, he felt that the Four Spirit Refining Body Determination was gradually merging into his body. Although he had been cultivating hard before, after all, he was born in a Taoist academy and did not understand what true body refining was.

In such a direct collision, he felt that his qi and blood were fuller, that his physical body was stronger, that Dao Yuan was more lively, and that he also felt ...... The opponent's strength gradually weakened.

Rumble!

In the last collision with the forehead, the cultivators who came to this Three Mountains City fell and then leaned back.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue, it's that he really can't squeeze any more strength.

How hard he worked and how desperate he was, maybe only Jiang Wang, who was fighting against him, would know.

Several times, Jiang Wang thought that the battle was decided, but then it was the opponent's fist.

He clearly felt the iron will of this monk of Three Mountains City.

He did everything he could to win.

They don't want to be called brutes!

But the sad thing is that the more they try so hard, the more people say, behold, the barbarians are like this, and do not take their lives seriously.

......

The referee raised the flag, and the winner was decided.

The onlookers were silent for a moment, and cheers burst out.

After all, this is Maple Grove City, and it is Jiang Wang's home field. Not to mention that there are several big men hired by Zhao Rucheng who are roaring hard, and they can say their best for the sake of a good reward. It seems that Jiang Anan's feelings for her brother are even deeper.

In the boiling cheers, Jiang Wang reached out and grabbed his opponent without letting him fall to the ground.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency's name?" Jiang Wang looked at this respectable opponent and also showed his respect.

In fact, before the start of the game, the referee read out the names of both sides, but Jiang Wang didn't remember it.

Like many vulgar people, although he didn't show it, he did despise these so-called "mountain barbarians" in his heart since he was a child.

The monk of Sanshan City stood staggeringly, almost all of his weight on Jiang Wang's hands. His eyes were swollen and narrowed.

"Yang Xingyong!" he said happily: "My name is Yang Xingyong!"

......

Outside the court, Jiang Anan was applauding his brother, and suddenly heard the voice of his good friend, "An'an!"

Qingzhi's little girl jumped up in the crowd from afar, happily squeezing towards Jiang An'an's side.

She was followed by an old man, thin and with a severe hunchback. But in such a crowded crowd, they walked all the way without a trace of sluggishness, and it didn't seem to affect anyone else.

For Jiang An'an's friends, everyone is very curious, especially the little girl who wants to beat Jiang Wang.

Huang Azhan's perspective has always been different, and he saw the hunchbacked old man at first sight.

The old man's physiognomy ...... It's awkward. Although the expression is serious, it naturally gives people a feeling of obscenity.

Huang Azhan bumped Zhao Rucheng with his arm: "Hey, look, that old man." ”

"What's wrong?" asked Zhao Rucheng.

Huang Azhan lowered his voice: "Don't you think his head is ...... Looks like ...... Much like ......"

"Much like what?"

Huang Azhan didn't speak, only looked under his crotch.

Zhao Rucheng was vigilant at first, "What do you see!"

Then he reacted, looked over there twice, touched his chin and said, "Hey! it's a bit like ......."

They were chatting quietly, and the hunchbacked old man suddenly raised his head and glared at them. Apparently listened to their conversation clearly.

"Don't talk, don't talk, watch the game. Huang Azhan turned his head weakly and looked at the field as casually as possible.

"Ahem. Zhao Rucheng coughed twice, reached out and took Jiang An'an from Ling He's shoulder, and put it on his shoulder, "An An, your Brother Ling He is tired, sit on my shoulder for a while." ”

I thought that this old man was so old, he would never beat himself with a child, right?

Jiang Anan is already very familiar with Zhao Rucheng now, so he doesn't care much about whose shoulder he sits on, and chats with Qingzhi very happily.

"My brother won just now, he's so good!"

......

Yang Xingyong was finally carried down.

The other two battles had ended early, with another cultivator from Sanshan City overwhelmingly knocking out Wangjiang City's opponent, while Wangjiang City's Lin Zhengli easily defeated another year-old from Fenglin City.

But the audience's attention was obviously attracted by the battle between Jiang Wang and Yang Xingyong, after all, it was a fist-to-flesh fierceness.

"It's just weak chickens pecking at each other, Fenglin City is really, even the people are so discerning. Lin Zhengli sneered at the other victor, presumably seeking some recognition.

But the winner from Three Mountains Castle clearly wasn't buying it.

He said coldly: "Please respect your opponent." ”

In his opinion, Lin Zhengli not only disrespected Jiang Wang, but also disrespected Yang Xingyong, a monk in Sanshan City.

Lin Zhengli's hot face was attached to his cold buttocks, and his heart was even more unhappy: "Heh, barbarian." ”

The cultivator of Sanshan City suddenly burst into flames, but he stopped talking.

In the first round of battles, there is one winner left in each of the three cities, which can be regarded as an equal match. Next is the round of battles, where the order is determined by lots, and luck is important in this round.

The referee from the county court was in charge of drawing lots, which undoubtedly showed fairness to the greatest extent.

Taking out a stick from the stick, he looked at it and read: "Jiang Wang!"

Off the field, Ling He and Zhao Rucheng breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Lin Zhengli and the monks of Sanshan City would fight first in the first game, and then Jiang Wang would fight against the two of them separately. It is undoubtedly a sign of the top.

Jiang Wang retreated to the sidelines and gave up the center position to the two sides who were about to fight.

At the moment when he staggered, Lin Zhengli chuckled: "You are so lucky, you can stay longer." ”

The implication is that when the second round of battle begins, Jiang Wang will be beaten to the point that he can't continue to fight, and his tone is full of contempt.

Jiang Wang smiled: "I hope you can have better luck, and you can meet me later." ”

What he meant was that Lin Zhengli might not be able to play the second game at all, and he would be scrapped in the first game.

When it comes to mouth cannons, no matter what he says, he has been influenced by Zhao Rucheng, but he is not completely without the power to fight back.

It's just that he can't quite understand where Lin Zhengli's hostility towards him comes from, is it because the slogans made by Zhao Rucheng are too high-profile?

Look at this person, he doesn't look like a straightforward person, a monk who has received an orthodox Taoist education, and is still an elite disciple who was sent to fight on behalf of the Wangjiang City Taoist Academy, would he be so breathless?

Jiang Wang was actually very interested in the answer behind this.

As for the fight, he really had no fear.

Compared to Lin Zhengli's frivolous anger, the cultivator in Sanshan City never said a word, just staring at his opponent.

For this battle, he showed a much more correct attitude.

It also shows that he has a stronger desire for the results of the battle.