"Lin Shuiyao vs. Xia Tenglong!

The stands were suddenly full of people, and the monks gambled, and the monks who bet on it were bustling for a while, so that the atmosphere of sitting and cultivating disappeared.

Song Tianlai shook his head and smiled bitterly, people have seven emotions and six desires, and cultivating immortals is also against the sky, and lust and gambling are human nature.

Zhao Jiao, who had been lying on the ground for two hours, suddenly got up, startling the law enforcement disciples.

"You...... You ......"

The law enforcement disciple's eyes widened, but Zhao Zhi touched his nose and said with a smile: "Watch the play!"

Xia Tenglong obviously noticed Zhao Yuan's situation, and his face was full of gloom.

I never thought that Zhao Zhi would actually wave his fist and shout loudly: "Brother Tenglong!

Xia Tenglong was so angry that he smoked, and it took a while to hold back two words from his mouth: "Shameless!"

Shameless!

Seeing Zhao Zhi's lazy face, the monks shouted and scolded, this guy is just the wind in his ears and the moon in the water.

"Dabi begins!"

Lin Shuiyao was dressed in white, spotless, and respectfully bowed to Xia Tenglong.

Xia Tenglong looked arrogant, dressed in an earthy yellow suit, ignored Lin Shuiyao's etiquette, and asked aloud, "Lin Shuiyao?"

Xia Tenglong snorted coldly: "I have long heard that the Lin family is dying, and only one child, Lin Heyan, has a little talent, and it seems that this is indeed the case today." ”

Xia Tenglong's voice was not small, the children of the Lin family in the stands were furious, Lin Yushan's expression twitched, Lin Haifeng cursed in a low voice, and Lin Heyan's five fingers holding the sword were iron-green. But Xia Zhengyang next to him was watching fiercely, which made them unable to attack.

Lin Shuiyao frowned slightly and said, "I am Lin Shuiyao of the Lingxi faction, not Lin Shuiyao of the Lin family, and I have nothing to do with the Lin family, let alone the Lin family." ”

Xia Tenglong said provocatively: "I have long heard that twenty years ago, Yucheng, the son of the Lin family, embroidered pillows and a straw bale, was a wreck who had lived for thirty years, and today he ......."

"Shut up!"

Lin Shuiyao's eyes gradually turned red, and her fists also made a "gurgling" sound.

Xia Tenglong said word by word: "I said, your father is a wreck!"

"Ahh

Lin Shuiyao shouted, like an ape crying blood, blood poured into his pupils, his eyes were like devouring ghosts coming out of purgatory, and the stone slabs under his feet shattered one after another, shaking into crumbs.

"Come on, Lin Shuiyao, show all your strength!"

Xia Tenglong laughed, his whole body crackling and making an explosive sound.

Bone-blasting!

"Die!"

Lin Shuiyao's body was like a thunderbolt, like an arrow from a string rushing towards Xia Tenglong, his hands clenched into empty fists, and the light was blazing.

"Good time!"

After the bone explosion, Xia Tenglong's body seemed to be taller, waving his hands like two iron rods.

"Whew-"

Holding the sound of the wind between his fists, he rolled up a scorching air current, stabbing towards Lin Shuiyao's door.

A straight punch with nothing fancy.

Xia Family Flame Fist!

"Bang!"

Lin Shuiyao punched Xia Tenglong in the chest, and Xia Tenglong suffered like a nobody.

"Smack-"

There was a sound of impact, and Lin Shuiyao's body was like a ball that had been kicked out, flying out far away.

Whew——

Lin Shuiyao's body rubbed on the ground, and her white clothes were scratched full of holes.

Pain!

Lin Shuiyao touched his chest and abdomen, feeling as if a soldering iron was burning.

Why doesn't his own split jade palm work on Xia Tenglong?

Looking at Xia Tenglong's light appearance, Lin Shuiyao was confused, he was too unfamiliar with Xia Tenglong's bones.

With his hands on the ground, Lin Shuiyao wanted to get up from the ground, but as soon as his throat was sweet, a stream of pitch-black blood spurted out.

Fire and poison attack the heart!

As everyone knows, Xia Tenglong is also uncomfortable, but he stands steadily, and his luck suppresses the dark wound on his chest.

"Good!"

The monks in the stands saw Xia Tenglong knock Lin Shuiyao to the ground with one punch, and applauded repeatedly.

"I'll just say, how can Lin Shuiyao be Tenglong's ......?"

Xia Zhilan said to her father, and when she saw Xia Zhengyang's gloomy appearance, she hurriedly shut up.

Xia Zhengyang knew that although his son had taken advantage on the surface, in fact, the sharp qi of the jade palm was scurrying in his body, and he was not better than Lin Shuiyao.

Zhao Xuan didn't expect the gap between the two to be so big, and looked at the martial arts arena with a solemn expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Wow-"

Another mouthful of blood spit out of Lin Shuiyao's mouth, but before he could stagger to his feet, Xia Tenglong's figure moved like a ghost, and he punched Lin Shuiyao to the ground.

"Waste! Straw bales! Your father is a wreck, and you are a wreck!"

Xia Tenglong stepped on Lin Shuiyao's head with his right foot and scolded, as if he wanted to vent the sultry he suffered today on Lin Shuiyao.

"Isn't your mad demon fist technique very strong? Why don't you use your three crazy steps? You are the same as your father Lin Yucheng, you are all straw bales!"

On the high platform, the sect master and the elders saw Xia Tenglong scolding, and they also shook their heads, feeling that they had gone too far.

"My Father Is Not a Straw Bale ......"

Lin Shuiyao's face was pressed against the ground, and blood oozed from the struggle.

"Ahh

I don't know where a burst of strength came from, Lin Shuiyao's whole body was full of light, and he actually bounced Xia Tenglong away.

"I'm not a waste either!"

Lin Shuiyao's steel teeth were shattered, his clothes were stained red with a mouthful of blood, his eyes were blood-red, he took three crazy steps, and the shadow rushed towards Xia Tenglong.

"Bang!"

The sound of the impact resounded throughout the audience, and no one could understand why the flesh and blood could make such a loud noise.

The fists of the two collided, Lin Shuiyao flew out upside down again, Xia Tenglong also took a few steps back, blood oozed from his mouth, and his right fist crackled.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Xia Tenglong laughed: "You are worthy of being my opponent! Lin Shuiyao! Take out all your strength!"

The monks suddenly realized that Xia Tenglong had done his best to abuse just now, just to make Lin Shuiyao stronger.

Lin Shuiyao's right fist couldn't stop trembling, and he was already unconscious in pain.

"The left hand is still there, and you can throw another punch. ”

Lin Shuiyao drooped his right arm, clenched his fist with his left hand, and used three crazy steps, the ground under his feet cracked one after another, rolling up the sand and rocks.

Xia Tenglong's expression became more solemn than ever, and his two red hands turned gray in an instant.

Xia Tenglong's arms were thickened for no reason, the buttons of the yellow suit burst out, and his fists made a stabbing sound, as if they were about to burn.

This is the performance of the Flame Fist at its extreme.

Lin Shuiyao punched straight with his left hand without making a sound.

"Bang!"

Lin Shuiyao's shirt was torn through a hole the size of a bowl and staggered.

Xia Tenglong spewed out a large blood mist with a "poof", and his whole body struck a few swings before he stood firm.

Xia Tenglong actually suffered a loss?

Zhao Yuan's eyes lit up, and Xia Zhengyang also stood up in the stands.

Xia Tenglong grinned wildly: "Happy! What kind of punch is this?"

"Water has no heart. ”

"Good!"

Xia Tenglong's right shoulder was cut off a large piece of flesh, as if it had been cut by a sword, and the blood flowed down his arm to the ground.

His arms shook, and his clothes were torn.

"You're worth my all!"