The five-person melee is much more interesting than the two-person competition, which can be seen from the constant applause from the mouths of the spectators.

Yang Xiaoyang's five people really did not form an alliance, they all fought separately, and they were sent off the stage by Yang Xiaoyang with one palm, which was chic and extraordinary.

He thinks so.

Qiu Jingsheng in the audience looked at Yang Xiaoyang's relaxed appearance, clenched the axe in his hand, and made up his mind to practice hard and avenge his brother.

Yang Xiaoyang had forgotten him, he didn't know that after Qiu Jingsheng, he went to find an old forest, and he practiced for thirty years.

When it was Li Congwen's turn to take the stage, it was already the last group, and there was another whistle from the audience.

This time, the young women didn't hide their faces, and they had the courage to throw the handkerchief on the stage, but unfortunately it was blown away by the wind, otherwise Yang Xiaoyang really wanted to see how Li Congwen would respond.

Li Congwen's opponents have two horizontal swords, one makes a sword and the other holds a spear, and they are not easy to look at, but they don't know which one is allied with Li Congwen.

As soon as the five of them stood still and finished saluting each other, they saw the other four people clasping their fists at Li Congwen again.

The crowd was puzzled, and it wasn't until one of them opened his mouth that he knew what he was going to do.

"Brother Li's mind is admired by us, originally Wang disdained to conspire with others, but since Brother Li wants to go further in martial arts, I would like to be an adult. It was the young man with the gun who spoke, and the other three nodded as they listened.

Feelings: Li Congwen didn't go to find someone to form an alliance yesterday, but asked the other four people to beat him together.

Yang Xiaoyang found that Li Congwen was really reckless, but his temperament never touched himself.

He is obviously penniless, but he can also give him the feeling of living a rich life. Before, when Lao Chen said that his sword was sold by a wealthy merchant for two hundred taels, he didn't care, and continued to drink with a smile, but Yang Xiaoyang thought that he couldn't do it.

The actions of the four attracted the exclamations of the women in the audience, and also attracted the applause of the men.

Yang Xiaoyang vaguely felt that it was to go further in martial arts, and he had never seen Li Congwen practice swords.

As soon as Li Congwen beckoned, he saw the young man with the gun take two steps forward and stabbed the spear, and Yang Xiaoyang had only seen it in his life.

Although this was the first one he had ever seen with a gun.

The young man who made the sword next to him was not far behind, and the three-step light jump was also a sword stab.

The other two did not take the opportunity to attack his back, and had a gentlemanly demeanor.

Li Congwen didn't look like a person who had only fought three times, he didn't panic in the face of a shot and a sword on the left and right, and even had the leisure to pull a sword flower.

A sword lightly picked up the sword that came first, and I don't know how to send the force, but it actually took the opponent's sword away from the spear, but Li Congwen did not take advantage of the situation to attack, and took a sword flower before stabbing the two weapons where the two weapons collided, and then saw the spear head and a sword blade flying into the sky.

The two of them were stunned for a moment, and they didn't come back to their senses until the broken blade landed, and they retreated with a fist at Li Congwen.

Looking at the frowning looks of the two, I guess I didn't figure out how someone broke the blade.

The two men with horizontal knives on the side didn't talk nonsense, and rushed over with a shout.

Both of them were sturdy, and the emaciated Li Congwen was like duckweed in front of them.

Li Congwen didn't pull the sword flower this time, took a step across, slashed out horizontally, and went straight to the knife that came first.

The person who came wanted to put away the knife, after all, he had already seen Li Congwen's ability to destroy people's weapons, but watching the other party's thin sword slash like a knife aroused the arrogance in his heart, and he slashed it down.

However, for a long time after his horizontal knife was cut, I didn't understand how his knife was broken. Because there was no strong transmission in the hand at all, as if the other party's powerful horizontal slash did not exist.

Li Congwen narrowly avoided another horizontal knife, and when he collected the sword and slashed it with his hand, he saw that the two severed blades fell to the ground one after another.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't understand where Li Congwen came from, although he played wonderfully, but it ended in a hurry halfway through the fight, which inevitably made people feel that it was not a taste, and it was a bit anticlimactic.

Yang Xiaoyang thought so, and the four people on the stage also thought so.

One of the sturdy young men with the horizontal knife threw the horizontal knife and shouted, "Damn, the knife is broken, Lao Tzu will fight you with his fist!" This sentence simply spoke to the hearts of the other three, completely ignoring the previous gentlemanly demeanor, threw the weapon and rushed together.

Li Congwen laughed three times, "Okay, since the gentlemen are so bold, how can the little brother not obey!" After speaking, he also threw the sword on the stage and rushed towards the four of them.

The sword trembled after stabbing into the high platform, and the sound it emitted was intoxicating.

The emaciated Li Dagongzi smiled boldly, but he was not an opponent of a few people at all in terms of fists and feet.

After he was punched a few times, several people found that this person was not beaten, and they fought with each other again, and Li Gongzi also joined the battle group after he was not targeted.

Yang Xiaoyang watched a few people turn from a gentleman's battle to a chaotic battle, although he hadn't seen it, he felt that the market was just like that.

However, I felt that this was more interesting, and the feeling of punching into the flesh made me a little enthusiastic.

Several people were tired after fighting, lying on the stage panting, each with a blue nose and swollen face.

Especially Li Congwen has changed from a handsome boy to a handsome pig's head, but he didn't see the girls sighing, but his eyes were full of brilliance, so that Yang Xiaoyang could understand what it means to be martial arts in Guanzhong.

Several people took a moment to catch their breath and got up, Li Congwen put away his long sword and bowed his hand to the four of them, "You are mighty, the younger brother admits defeat, wait for my Taoist brother to take the lead and take the reward money, please drink and celebrate!"

After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and step down, but he fell softly under his feet, the four of them laughed, walked to Li Congwen's side and helped each other off the stage, and no one mentioned the victory.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the few people who were supporting each other and walking towards him, and the pride that he hadn't had in his heart for eighteen years gushed out, and he arched his hand to a few people: "Later, you will wait for the poor road to get you the wine money." After speaking, he unloaded the box and handed it to Lao Chen.

Jing Yuan saluted, and Lao Chen smiled and helped a few people to sit down in an open place.

A few people didn't want to leave, and Jing Yuanjian saw that several people were wounded, so they went and sat next to them.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't wait for the emaciated middle-aged man to shout, stepped onto the stage, and shouted at the audience with his aura: "Everyone, would you like to come here to fight together?" The other nine had already been agitated by the previous war, and they came to the stage one after another.

The emaciated middle-aged man on the side of the stage glanced at the shed, and when he saw the head of the house, he nodded with a smile and did not make a sound.

"The juniors thought that Zhang Zhangmen would not agree to these juniors messing around. The soldier surnamed Wei said with a smile.

"The battle of a few juniors just now really made people restless, but unfortunately the old man is no longer young, so he had to borrow a few juniors to have a good time. ”

"Zhang Zhang's skills are still strong at such an age, and the sword is not old, so it is not impossible to show his ambitions again. ”

Although Ming Wu respects the old man, the people in the army are inevitably more domineering, which can make Wei join the army sincerely compliment, which shows the high martial arts of Zhang.

Ten people came to the stage together but did not look crowded, and after saluting each other in a circle, I don't know who was the first to shout, and they all fought together.

Yang Xiaoyang used his aura with all his strength and took the lead in the crowd.

However, after all, he had too little experience, and before he could exert his strength as soon as his hand touched the person in front of him, he was kicked in the ass. As soon as I turned around to find someone to settle the account, someone cut my clothes with a sword on my shoulder, but fortunately, although everyone was messy, they were very measured and would not kill them.

Looking at the torn robe, I felt a little distressed, after all, the ancestor was very stingy and only gave one, and he was usually reluctant to wear it, and he would inevitably have to sew and mend it when he went back.

Yang Xiaoyang's eyes were red, and he attached the aura to his body, ignoring the punches and blades that came, and slapped one person with ten force.

In the open space on the sidelines, Li Congwen and the others watched intently at the staggered figures on the stage.

Although they will not be killed, it is inevitable to be injured by blades and fists, and the blood stains on the ground are faintly visible, and several people can't help but be a little worried.

"Brother Li, your Taoist brother has no blades, so it is inevitable that he will suffer in such a scuffle. ”

"Don't worry, my brother is very capable, and we met a ringing horse on the way to Heshan City......" Li Congwen told several people about Yang Xiaoyang's vicious battle against the horse as if he were boasting about himself, and several people exclaimed again and again.

Of course, the matter of Li Congwen being beaten and eating shit was skipped.

Jing Yuan will not debunk it, and Lao Chen will not, and he will add it on the side.

Jingyuan looked at the stage quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

From time to time, someone on the stage flew off the high platform, spat again, and climbed up to continue the fight despite the rules. No one stopped, no one laughed.

Everyone looked at the chaotic battle on the stage, unaware that the sun had turned westward.

Yang Xiaoyang did resist a lot of spiritual energy, but the lethality inevitably decreased.

However, you can swing your fist without worry, and you don't have to worry about hurting people's lives.

Yang Xiaoyang used all his strength with every punch, he felt that he had never been so happy in his life, and that punch seemed to beat out all the depression and sadness in his heart, as if only this moment felt that he was really alive.

When the fiery sun shone on Yang Xiaoyang, he realized that there was no one standing except himself. Several other people were lying on the stage humming and chirping, and most of them hung up their colors.

Yang Xiaoyang took a few glances at his body and found that there was no place to bleed, but it was a little painful.

Squinted at the sunset, laughed a few times briskly, and hugged his fists and said, "Accept!"

After the emaciated middle-aged man announced the results, everyone went back to the inn.

The reward for the first prize was soon sent, and the knife was begged for by Lao Chen, and it was a narrow-backed knife.

One hundred taels of silver Yang Xiaoyang gave Li Congwen very boldly, and he held a banquet.

Everyone stood in front of a large table, Li Congwen picked up the wine bowl, raised it at a dozen people, and said loudly: "Gentlemen, drink to win!"