People can't look good, the sea can't fight, there are too many strange things in the world that people can't imagine, everything, everyone, maybe not as simple as you seem on the surface, there are too many unfathomable, behind the prosperity there must be depression, and behind the silence there will be hidden explosions.

Ma Feng, the leader of the Wanma Gang, was stunned, he didn't expect that someone would dare to talk to him like this, and he was a little-known kid, and his heart immediately burned with anger. He is not confident enough in his own strength, confident that no one in the rivers and lakes dares not to take him seriously, but because everyone is a person in the martial arts, and they are figures with heads and faces from various sects, and they will not tear each other down in front of so many people.

I saw him clench his fists, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "You are too arrogant! It seems that someone should let you remember it longer!" Before the words fell, I saw Ma Feng suddenly start, rushing towards the outrageous young man like lightning, and threw a punch fiercely, and in the blink of an eye, he was already close.

Seeing that Ma Feng's powerful punch had been attacked, but the young man in the purple suit was still standing motionless, the hand behind his back was motionless, just watching Ma Feng's fist attack on his face, the expression on his face was relaxed, as if he still didn't take Ma Feng in his eyes.

At the moment when Ma Feng's fist almost touched the face of the purple-clothed youth, I saw the purple-clothed young man suddenly tiptoe to the ground, his body soared into the air, and he slid backwards with his feet close to the ground!

When Ma Feng saw the purple-clothed young man dodging, he sped up his speed and chased after him, but the fist that had almost accumulated all his strength was always the slightest difference from the face of the purple-clothed youth.

Looking at the confident and boring face that was obviously in front of him, but he couldn't touch it, Ma Feng was anxious, and instantly felt a little embarrassed, like being seen as a joke in his eyes, and now his heart was not just thinking about defeating the young man in front of him, but he already had resentment in his heart, thinking that he had to teach the other party a lesson in blood.

So, he did not reduce his offensive at all, and at the same time shouted loudly in his mouth: "Coward, suffer death!" The two of them had already swept across the entire clearing in a wave of backwards, and they were about to crash into the crowd.

Just as Ma Feng's words fell, he suddenly saw the purple-clothed young man's head that had been retreating frequently to the side quickly, and at the same time his left foot kicked back violently, standing firmly, and at the same time, his left shoulder sank and slammed into Ma Feng's chest!

Ma Feng's powerful punch actually missed! It almost wiped the purple-clothed youth's ears in a flash, but before he could react, his chest had already been hit by the purple-clothed youth's shoulder! I saw that his whole body was bounced backwards, and he staggered back a few steps, and finally stabilized his body, but his face was already pale, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, and it seemed that the blow just now had caused him internal injuries.

Everyone present was stunned, they didn't dare to imagine that Ma Feng, who originally took the initiative, would be defeated, and he was so embarrassed, they couldn't help but re-examine the purple-clothed young man in the field, a person with such high skills could not be just a little-known nobody, even if he was a fledgling, then his master must be a person who can be called in the rivers and lakes.

"The winner has been decided, you are not my opponent, you have already lost. I saw the young man in purple regain his body, return to the same posture as just now, look at Ma Feng, the leader of the Wanma Gang, with a smile, and said slowly.

When everyone present heard his words, they were surprised again, and then there was a trace of unhappiness and even boredom between their eyebrows. Originally, the victory or defeat between him and Ma Feng was already clear, and everyone present could see it, even Ma Feng knew that he had lost.

But the young man actually said it again, and said it so bluntly, I don't know if he is really not deeply involved in the world, or if he is deliberately provoking his opponent. What he said was not just disrespectful to his opponent, or even an insult, but it was blatant and deserved.

Ma Feng became anxious when he heard the words of the purple-clothed youth, his eyes were red, he stretched out a trembling finger at the purple-clothed youth, and said through gritted teeth: "You deceive people too much! I will kill you!"

As soon as the words fell, Ma Feng suddenly rushed towards the purple-clothed young man again! This time it was a pair of fists, and the two fists faced the purple-clothed young man standing in place with the sound of whirring wind, but the speed was not as fast as just now, although the momentum was not reduced, but it was only because of his anger, and his strength was obviously insufficient.

"Ma Gang Master, stop!" Seeing Ma Feng rushing towards the purple-clothed young man again, the Aoki Daoist who was standing in front of the main hall hurriedly spoke to stop it, but it was too late.

Just as Aoki Daoren's words fell, I saw the purple-clothed young man who was originally standing still suddenly took a step forward and threw a punch violently, he actually wanted to punch against punch, and it seemed that there was a faint shadow of Ma Feng's boxing technique!

A muffled snort sounded, and the fist of the purple-clothed young man actually passed between Ma Feng's arms, and hit Ma Feng's chest accurately, and it happened to be the place where he was hit by his shoulder before!

I saw Ma Feng's body fly backwards in an instant, spurting out a mouthful of blood from the sky, and fell heavily to the ground, motionless. His sternum had collapsed into it, and it was shattered!

Seeing this scene, the people of the Ten Thousand Horse Gang rushed into the field one after another, surrounding Ma Feng, who was already dying, and more than a dozen people stared at the purple-clothed young man next to him with hateful eyes, all of them were red-faced, but none of them dared to step forward, probably because they were afraid of the unfathomable strength of the purple-clothed youth.

Everyone present was stunned, no one expected that Ma Feng would be defeated by the sensational young man in purple in front of him, and he had no power to fight back at all.

The Wanma Gang is also a well-known gang in the rivers and lakes, not to mention Ma Feng's strength, his internal kung fu has long been famous in the rivers and lakes, but he didn't expect that he didn't make a move under the hands of the young man in purple, what kind of strength is this.

Now, no one dares to despise the purple-clothed young man in front of him, all of them are like facing a great enemy, but still no one knows his origin.

"Amitabha. A loud voice sounded, and Master Wuregret, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, took a step forward, looked at Ma Feng, who was already paralyzed on the ground, and said softly: "Good, good, good." Then he looked at the purple-clothed young man not far away, and said in a deep voice: "Young man, it's a bit heavy, I've already set the rules before, just stop when you point to it, why do you need to kill them all?"

The purple-clothed young man listened to the words of the master without regrets, and immediately showed respect on his face, bowed to the master without regrets and said seriously: "The master's words are wrong, he has never had the intention of killing in the next place, just because the master of the horse gang has already moved the intention of killing, and he only wants to protect himself in the next place, please let the master know." The expression was sincere, making it impossible for people to argue with him, but it made the Master of No Regrets speechless.

Master No Regrets was stunned in place, and couldn't help but glance at Aoki Daoren on the side, and stopped talking. What the young man in purple said was right, and it was also the truth. Everyone present saw that it was indeed Ma Feng who moved the killing intent first, because he did not admit defeat and used a killing move first, and the young man in purple was not the one who took the initiative to attack.

Ma Feng's fate seems to be completely due to his own lack of cultivation, but such an ending is always unacceptable, and he always feels that such an ending can be avoided.

At this time, Ma Feng had been carried away by the people of the Wanma Gang, although he had not yet lost his breath, but he was already unconscious, and even if he survived, he would be a waste.

Wuxin, who had been standing next to a pillar in front of the main hall, was frowning at this time, and was squinting at the purple-clothed young man not far in front of him, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"I'll teach you how to move!" The crowd that had been silent for a long time finally someone spoke, and a figure walked out and stood in the center of the ring, standing opposite the young man in purple. This person is the same Huashan disciple who had argued with Aoki Daoren before.

The purple-clothed young man glanced at the Huashan disciple standing opposite him, bent down slightly and nodded, even if he had said hello, he didn't seem to intend to speak, he still had that smiling face, not at all like he had just seriously injured someone. "Huashan Zhongziling came to ask for advice. The Huashan disciple hugged his fists and bowed his head slightly as a return salute.

"Please. The purple-clothed young man smiled and said, but before his words fell, he saw Huashan disciple Zhong Ziling suddenly rush over like lightning, and the two fingers of his right hand were stretched out straight and pointed at the purple-clothed young man's armpit!

The Huashan faction has always been proud of martial arts with profound swordsmanship, and now although this person has no sword in his hand, it does not mean that he can't use swordsmanship. The two fingers in the food are combined, and the fingers are used as swords, so that it is the Huashan swordsmanship.

Everyone present didn't expect Zhong Ziling to choose a sneak attack, although they felt that they couldn't see the light, but they were full of expectations, and they all hoped that Zhong Ziling could use Huashan swordsmanship to make this purple-clothed young man who had never met suffer a little and suppress his arrogance.

Seeing that Zhong Ziling had rushed to the front of the purple-clothed young man like lightning, and the purple-clothed young man still did not move, completely the same as when he fought with Ma Feng just now. The people who saw this scene couldn't help but be secretly happy in their hearts, you must know that although Zhong Ziling is much younger than Ma Feng, the kung fu in his hands may not be bad, after all, Huashan swordsmanship is not blown out by mouth.

Just when Zhong Ziling's sword-like two fingers were close to the purple-clothed youth, the purple-clothed youth finally moved. I saw him suddenly raise his hand, stretch out three fingers and bend his fingers into claws, grabbing Zhong Ziling's wrist like lightning, and his speed did not fall behind at all!

Seeing this, Zhong Ziling raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly withdrew his hand, and at the same time, his other hand stretched out like lightning, and the two fingers in the middle of the food changed into a sword with the same finger, and with the same move, he once again quickly pointed at the armpit on the other side of the purple-clothed young man!

The purple-clothed young man finally moved, probably he didn't expect Zhong Ziling's move just now to be virtual and real, there was a move in the move, he didn't have time to think about it, he hurriedly jumped back, and at the same time, the shape of his hand remained unchanged, and he continued to grab Zhong Ziling's other wrist.

For a while, the two of them came and went, the same move seemed to have been transformed thousands of times, Zhong Ziling's move has never changed, but the left and right hands alternated, and the two fingers in the food kept pointing at the armpit of the purple-clothed youth, and the purple-clothed young man seemed to be angry, and the same move remained the same, frequently grabbing Zhong Ziling's wrist to attack him.

The two of them actually advanced and retreated like this, rotating around the vacant space, the kung fu in their hands was fast enough, but the body under their feet did not fall behind at all.

The master's move is to distinguish between one move and one style, but the two people in the field have fought for hundreds of rounds, and they still can't tell the high, and the onlookers are dumbfounded, and everyone doesn't feel anything about Zhong Ziling's strength, but the purple-clothed young man once again made the crowd exclaim, I didn't expect the strength to reach such an unbelievable level.

Everyone thinks that the two people in the field are evenly matched, and even if the battle ends in a draw, it can only be a draw, but there is one person who doesn't think so, and that is unintentional.

He had already seen that the young man in purple had not yet used all his strength, and the reason why he had been in a stalemate was that he was deliberately hiding himself, although Zhong Ziling looked extraordinary, he was about to lose, because he was too anxious and too self-righteous.

Sure enough, at this moment, Zhong Ziling, who had been chasing after him, suddenly changed his move, and at the moment when the second finger of his right hand was stretched out, he suddenly flew up with his left foot and kicked fiercely at the waist of the purple-clothed young man!

If he were an ordinary master, he would have been paralyzed in Zhong Ziling's endless and unchanging moves, and he would not have thought that he would change his moves halfway, and even if he found out, he would be caught off guard, but the young man in purple did not behave very human from the beginning.

At this moment, I saw that the hand that the purple-clothed young man had been carrying behind his back suddenly swung out like lightning and went straight to the left foot kicked by Zhong Ziling!

A muffled snort sounded, and I saw that the punch suddenly thrown out by the purple-clothed young man was not biased and slammed into the soles of Zhong Ziling's feet!

Then I saw Zhong Ziling's body fly out directly backwards, flying a few feet away before staggering to the ground, and then struggling to get up, but his left foot could no longer stand, trembling non-stop, beads of sweat the size of beans fell straight down his cheeks, his face was pale, and his face was terrified......