Seeing Yu Wanguan and Wang Shirong opening up a stance, Nangong Ren didn't look at the two of them, but closed his eyes.

Yu Wanguan saw that the other party was so contemptuous, he was furious in his heart, raised his double hooks above his head, and rushed towards Nangong Ren with a move of "Jupeng spreading his wings".

Xiao Ling'er, who was standing in the audience, said to Qu Bingru beside him: "This Yu Wanguan, he is rushing, but he has to spend a lot of money to treat his injuries." ”

Nangong Ren's right hand placed on the side of his body, the palm suddenly turned green, and when Yu Wanguan was more than three feet in front of him, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, and his right hand slammed forward. Everyone in the audience saw that Nangong Ren's palm did not touch Yu Wanguan's body, but Yu Wanguan was as if he had been hit by a big wooden stick, flew backwards, and fell on his back on the stage.

Yu Wanguan felt that there were thousands of small insects crawling and biting in his flesh on his chest, and he couldn't help rolling on the stage, tearing the clothes on his chest with both hands, and the clothes were torn to shreds in an instant, leaving blood marks on the skin and flesh on his chest.

Seeing this scene, the people in the audience shuddered, what kind of kung fu did this Nangong Ren do, it was so excessive, could it be that he poisoned it?

Wang Shirong stood aside with a ghost head knife, looking at Yu Wanguan rolling on the ground with shocked eyes, not knowing what to do.

Nangong Ren looked at Wang Shirong coldly, and said, "What about you, do you still want to fight me? It's okay if you don't fight me, you can go down with two slaps on your own." ”

"It's too much, is there such a bully?"

Someone in the audience said again, but the voice that came out was almost only audible to himself, and when he saw that no one was talking, the person who spoke quickly closed his mouth.

Soldiers can not be killed, Wang Shirong was anxious and angry in his heart, the ghost head danced with two knives, and used his housekeeping skills "Breaking the Wind and Thunderbolt Knife Technique." "Gong Xiang Nangong Ren, Wang Shirong is smarter, unlike Yu Wanguan who rushed forward, he left a hand for himself, as long as the other party's hand is raised, he can immediately retreat.

Nangong Ren was still standing in place, and when he saw Wang Shirong's ghost head knife slashing over, he was still about three feet away from him, and his right hand was raised again, and he slapped Wang Shirong with a palm.

Although Wang Shirong was on guard, he didn't expect Nangong Ren's speed to exceed his expectations, the double knife hurriedly went to the front of him, and withdrew backwards, although there were double knife guards on his chest, he also retreated in time, and he still felt a strong rush over, accompanied by this force, there was also a fishy smell, making him almost unable to breathe, and then looking at the double knife, there were some green dots, and there were some on his clothes, and he was shocked, this Nangong Ren's martial arts was so strange, what kind of kung fu he practiced, his palm was poisonous.

Seeing that Wang Shirong had dodged his palm, Nangong Ren snorted coldly: "Take another palm from the old man." The steps under his feet were unfolded, his hands were closed in front of his chest, and then separated, rushing towards Wang Shirong, who had already retreated to the ring, and he either jumped off the stage to avoid this palm, or he took this palm on the stage.

Wang Shirong glanced at Yu Wanguan, who was still rolling on the stage, "That's it, the eldest husband is not dead, but this way of dying is a bit of a nest." So he closed his eyes and waited for Nangong Ren's palm.

Qu Bingru in the audience held Xiao Ling'er's hand tightly, and found that his palms were full of sweat and his teeth were clenched.

At this time, Xiao Ling'er, if he hadn't told him yesterday, if he didn't see Bailitong appear today, no matter what appeared on the stage, he must not be a hero. If it weren't for Master's advice, Xiao Ling'er would have come to the stage to teach this Nangong Ren a lesson.

Just between this lightning and flint, a tall gray figure flew into the ring as fast as lightning, slapped Nangong Ren with one palm, and slapped Wang Shirong with one palm, Nangong Ren was about to knock Wang Shirong off the stage, and the palm of the person who suddenly appeared was too powerful, not only blocking his own forward speed, but also shaking himself back more than a foot before he stood firm.

Wang Shirong closed his eyes and prepared to receive Nangong Ren's palm, and soon the palm wind arrived, but instead of hitting his chest, he turned himself around half a circle, and stood firmly on the stage, he couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise, only to find that there was a tall middle-aged man with long hair and a shawl, a gray robe, and a bronzed face on the stage.

The middle-aged man stood up and said to Nangong Ren in a cold tone: "You have to spare people and spare people, the martial arts are poisonous enough, why do you want to be so ruthless." He turned to Wang Shirong and said, "Help him down, go to the pharmacy and grab some schisandra, shengdi, danpi, red peony, and wheat dong, and boil it into water for him to take, and it will be fine." ”

Wang Shirong thanked him repeatedly, helped Yu Wanhe up from the ground, and walked out of the ring.

When Xiao Ling'er saw this gray-clothed middle-aged man, she seemed to think that she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it, and she was sure that she had not touched this person in her brain, but there was a vague shadow of this person.

Nangong Ren stood firm and said to the middle-aged man: "Who is Your Excellency, you must also abide by the rules when you come up to compete." ”

"Hahaha, hahaha. The middle-aged man's continuous laughter shook Nangong Ren's ears, and even Ouyang Qing's face on the stage wrinkled slightly, in the Central Plains, except for the three people of Bailitong, who still has such a high internal force.

"Rules, you take advantage of people's danger, is it a rule? With such an evil martial art, is it also a rule?"

"The competition in the ring is originally a life-and-death fight, and if you lose and die, you can only blame yourself for not being good at learning arts, and you can't blame others. Nangong Ren had the support of Ouyang Qing and others, and said quibly.

"Fart, fart," the middle-aged man's face changed, and he glared at Nangong Ren and said: "Your speech is as stinky as your 'Five Poison Holy Palm', come on, come on, if you can get by with three moves under me, I will tell everyone to listen to your rules." ”

Hearing this, he had already tried this person's skills just now, and he was not an opponent at all, how dare Nangong Ren speak, and said: "If Your Excellency comes to compete, please step down first, let others compete first, and wait for the winner to appear, and compete with Your Excellency." ”

The middle-aged man laughed: "The competition is the competition, what are you doing so much, Lao Tzu will not go down when he comes to power, and he will not compete with others, he will compare with you, you are not right, what kind of martial arts competition is you doing, I think you have called a helper, and the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts are afraid of you?"

The audience, which had been calm for a while, boiled again.

"Compare, wasn't it a dozen or two just now?"

"What are you afraid of, go on!"

......

Nangong Ren's face was white and green, and he gave a look to the four middle-aged people on the stage, and the four middle-aged people nodded their heads and jumped into the ring together.

Nangong Ren said to the middle-aged man: "If Your Excellency can defeat them, we will not be too late." After saying that, he jumped and left the ring.