The move was played, the move failed, and Huang Li was ashamed and painful, his heart became more and more anxious, and the move became more and more scattered. Although these few moves have increased a lot of strength, the accuracy is not as good as before.

Qi Zehui no longer fought back, just parryed while jumping and dodging, and from time to time two extremely annoying hooligan words popped out of his mouth, which made Huang Li's moves more and more fierce.

"This young man, although his words and deeds are scoundrel, but his skills are indeed wonderful and rare, his steps are elegant and agile, left and right, seemingly chaotic and casual, but in fact, there are some faint rules. Mo Wen looked at Qi Zehui, who was athletic on the field, and was already amazed in his heart, and he was a little more curious about his origin.

Master Huang on the other side also couldn't take his eyes off it. The two of them stared at Qi Zehui's body method, and they both knew that there were some routines in it, but they couldn't figure it out clearly.

How would they have known that this child, who was begging for a living in the garbage heap all day, had been instructed by a beggar gang?

In the stands, everyone was dizzying, and some thrilling places attracted many people to cheer involuntarily.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this Huang Li is obviously not Qi Zehui's opponent, and he seems to be extremely fierce in the ring, but in fact, he is being played around.

If he continues to work hard now, with his current cultivation, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear it.

Sure enough, in less than half a pillar of incense, Huang Li was sweating profusely and panting. And Qi Zehui still looks like a ruffian, dancing in the ring, and it doesn't seem to have much consumption.

Huang Li tried to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but found that his right hand was swollen like a radish.

"If you don't care, you'll really be like a turtle son, so if you ask me to be a father, I'm afraid I won't agree. Qi Zehui squatted down on the stake and said with a smile.

"Uhh

This flawed trick caused many disciples of the Huang family to sigh, even if it was a half-hung child, he was afraid that he would be able to easily dodge it and let him fall face down outside the ring and eat.

Qi Zehui didn't dodge this time.

He put away his smile and arched himself like a cheetah ready to attack, his eyes fixed on the figure that was getting closer and closer in mid-air.

Boom!

It was too late, it was too fast, and I saw him leaning sideways, holding the stake with one hand and supporting his body violently, kicking out with both feet, hitting Huang Li's abdomen straight.

Huang Li screamed, spit out a mouthful of bitter water, and his body slammed heavily on the wooden stake like a sparrow with broken wings.

"Good!" came from the audience.

Qi Zehui slowly walked up to Huang Li, who was already powerless to fight back, and suddenly his words changed, and his tone became full of threats: "You say, if I beat you to death in this ring now, like back then, will your good master be powerless to mourn for you?"

Huang Li raised his head, his eyes full of horror.

Qi Zehui looked at Huang Li coldly, and after a while, he suddenly laughed: "It's a pity that I'm not that kind of beast!" After that, he pulled Huang Li up and pushed him down in a funny way.

"Three rounds, the first game, the Mo Family Martial Arts Pavilion wins!" Chairman Sun's voice sounded a little weak.

"Okay! beautiful!" Qi Zehui walked majestically to the middle of Mo Wen and his party like a triumphant hero, and the senior brothers around him surrounded him like stars holding the moon, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"Well done!" Although Qi Zehui was not an apprentice of the Mo Family Martial Arts Hall in a practical sense, Mo Wen was still happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

"Nothing Master Mo, it should be. Qi Zehui said with a grin.

"But little brother, your martial arts ......" Mo Wen was very surprised and curious about Qi Zehui's smart and chic body.

"Uh-uh-uh-ah, yes, Xiao Da was stunned! How are you prepared? The opponent in the next game will definitely be a lot stronger!" Qi Zehui saw that the momentum was not right, and hurriedly changed the topic.

"It's okay, I can do it. Xiao Yan moved his body joints, looking a little nervous. After all, strictly speaking, this is the first time he has fought with people seriously, unlike the point-to-point exchanges on weekdays, if he is not careful, he may hurt his muscles and bones.

On the other side, several disciples of the Huang Family Martial Arts Hall carefully erected Huang Li to his own stand, checking his injuries.

"It's a shame to lose to a beggar. A mocking voice came from beside him, Huang Li raised his head with difficulty, it turned out to be his junior brother Huang Yi, who was hugging his shoulders with contempt on his face.

Huang Li was so angry that his gums clenched, but he was helpless.

"Wait, my good senior brother!" Huang Yi squatted down and patted Huang Li's shoulder heavily, making his already somewhat misaligned joints even more painful at this time: "Look at how much it hurts for the Mo family's dog cub to bite." ”

"The second game! Xiao Yan of the Mojia Martial Arts Pavilion will play against Huang Yi of the Huang Family Martial Arts Pavilion!" Chairman Sun looked at Master Huang with a gloomy face in the stands, he hoped that the Huang Family Martial Arts Pavilion could win back a game at this time, but he also didn't want the Mo Family Martial Arts Pavilion to lose to them this time.

The result of this round of the game is no matter what, this fat old man's face and conscience will always be lost.

"Agreed!" Xiao Yan seriously saluted his opponent with his fists, his calves trembling a little from excitement and nervousness.

"Hmm. This time, Huang Yi didn't care about the etiquette, and casually arched his hand and opened the posture.

Because the Huangjia martial arts hall mainly practiced swordsmanship, the disciples in the hall did not have such a deep understanding of bare-handed fighting, and what they learned was a set of tiger boxing and dragon boxing in the common pictographic boxing in the rivers and lakes.

Both of them are fierce and positive martial arts routines, and between their fists and feet, they are both well-behaved and hard-hitting styles.

However, it is obvious that Xiao Yan's martial arts attainments at this time are obviously much worse than Qi Zehui's, and he can't treat the ring as child's play as before, but Huang Yi is much more powerful than his senior brother. But fortunately, Xiao Yan has a solid foundation and a solid foundation, and at this time, he and Na Huang Yi are together, and they are evenly matched and difficult to solve for a while.

That Huang Yi's figure was set up, and he took advantage of the situation to kick straight to Xiao Yan's chest, Xiao Yan crossed his arms and blocked this one firmly, but he was also shocked to take two steps back, and hurriedly strengthened his true qi and stabilized his body on the plum blossom pile.

"Ahem!" Suddenly his throat itched, and Xiao Yan couldn't help coughing. This cough was like a thousand-year-old phlegm deposited in the lungs, and with the cough twitching one after another, the chest was very uncomfortable.

Huang Yi naturally would not let go of this opportunity, rushed forward with an arrow step, and used a move "Tiger Pounce Claw", his body turned left and skillfully dodged the defense, and then slapped a claw on the back of Xiao Yan's neck. Xiao Yan secretly said in his heart that it was not good, but he was helpless, so he ate this trick solidly, planted forward, and was about to fall out of the ring.

said that it was too late, Xiao Yan didn't care about the pain in his body, hugged a wooden stake tightly with one hand, supported the other with the other, stepped on the wooden stakes around him with both feet, and turned over and got into the ring several times.

"Good!" "Beautiful!" The Mo family disciples cheered up.

Huang Yi was a little annoyed, first kicked a few times with a "tiger cub bounce leg", and then chased after the "tiger washing claws". Xiao Yan spread his arms, defending left and right with the Mo family fist's "Youlong Nine Style", but it was difficult to resist this stormy offensive, and after a few hits in his body, he retreated again and again, Huang Yi saw the opportunity to only attack but not defend, and the fight became more and more fierce, but after three or five moves, Xiao Yan was about to be forced to the edge of the ring.

Seeing that the disciples of the Mo family were in a bitter battle, everyone in the stands held their breath, and they had already imagined the scene of Xiao Yan being kicked out of the ring in their minds.

"Xiao Yan! Eagle Top!" Mo Wen, who had been silent, suddenly stood up and shouted.

Xiao Yan listened, hurriedly put away You Long, and was kicked hard in the lower abdomen, but he didn't dare to slack off, gritted his teeth and propped up his forearm, and held up Huang Yi who rushed over, lungeed forward with one leg, and pushed his knee to the crotch of the comer.

Huang Yi was frightened, and tried in vain to break free with a move "Evil Tiger Over the Mountain", but Xiao Yan's arms were firmly buckled from the armpits to the top of his shoulders and he couldn't get out, so he had to cross his palms against Xiao Yan's thighs, so that his crotch was less than eight points of strength. Xiao Yan also reacted, and took the opportunity to smash his head at Huang Yi's face, although Huang Yi tried his best to turn his head to avoid it, but half of his right face was still hit.

"Sideburns and ribs!"

Before Huang Yi could react from the pain in his face, he found that one of his arms was held up high, and then, his temples and floating ribs were hit again, he wailed, dizzily retreated, but stepped into the air, dancing and swaying in mid-air.

This time, there was no need to ask for advice, Xiao Yan also understood, he shouted, and slapped Huang Yi's face with a single punch, Huang Yi spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva and flew out of the ring.

"Good, good!" everyone at the scene applauded.

"In the second game, the Mo Family Martial Arts Pavilion wins!" President Sun glanced at Mo Wen with a complicated expression and said.

Xiao Yan waved his hand excitedly, but his abdomen hurt, and he bowed down and coughed, Mo and Qi hurriedly stepped forward and helped him down carefully.

"I'm sorry, Master, I almost lost. Xiao Yan scratched his head embarrassedly.

"It's okay, you just have less actual combat experience, if you don't cough and show your flaws, then Huang Yi will definitely not be able to get half a penny. Mo Wen touched his head and comforted.

"Division... Division... Father ......" Huang Yi lay on the ground, looking at the figure walking beside him, his eyes were full of tears.

Master Huang stared at him for a long time without saying a word, and said coldly: "How can I teach you such a waste." As he spoke, he stepped on Huang Yi's arm.

Huang Yi screamed and fainted, and then was unceremoniously picked up by several disciples and dragged out of the arena all the way.

"Don't ask, I won't let you ruin my good deeds!" Master Huang looked coldly at Mo Wen who was full of red light in the stands, and muttered in his mouth.