"Who, who fought with Lao Tzu? Hurry up and die, after beating Lao Tzu, you still have to eat chicken legs!" The fat man also let out, shouting loudly. However, seeing Sun Weixi's black face gradually approaching like an iron tower, and remembering some of the bloody deeds of this person he had just heard, the fat man couldn't help but start taking a few steps back.

"Ahem!" Yi Yunfei coughed softly a few times, and the fat man's fat face wrinkled into buns turned green, with a wolf in front and a tiger in the back, and ten thousand grass and mud horses running wildly in his heart.

"Damn, fight!" The fat man gritted his teeth and tightened the belt of his pants that was loosened by Yi Yunfei. But soon he said to Sun Weixi, who had come not far in front of him, with a bitter face: "Can you light it when you start later?" I'm afraid of pain!"

"Haha!" The audience laughed, two consecutive competitions, both on and off the stage were very nervous, after the fat man appeared, the laughter did not stop much. Yi Yunfei had the urge to rush up and kick the fat man's fat ass a few times at this time, it was really embarrassing to get home.

Sun Weixi had seen ferocious demon beasts, seen extremely arrogant masters, and had also killed a few cultivators of Quyang Sect, but because of jealousy, he secretly calculated his fellow disciples, and even dissected and studied their corpses. But this is the first time he has encountered an opponent like He Dazhu, and he doesn't know how to describe the feeling He Dazhu gives him, scoundrel, shameful, pathetic, but he has his pride, no matter what kind of feeling, he feels that this person is not worthy of fighting him.

That's what he thought in his heart, and he said so in his mouth, Sun Weixi's voice was a little hoarse, as if the sound of two hard stones rubbing against each other, not good, but it was memorable, at this moment he looked at the fat man in front of him like looking at an ant, and said lightly: "You are not worthy of being my opponent! You go, another person will fight me!"

Many people in the audience deeply recognized Sun Weixi's words, and even nodded lightly. And the fastest nod was the object of Sun Weixi's words, He Dazhu. He didn't have the consciousness of being despised and humiliated at all, but nodded vigorously in deep opinion, and said loudly: "I think so too, but I can't help it, and I don't want to drink porridge for a month!

The people around him are no longer able to complain, and they can't describe this fat man in words.

"You are simply a disgrace to the monk!" Sun Weixi had a bad temper, although he disdained to fight the fat man in front of him, and knew that it was impossible to change people now. I can only swatt an annoying fly to death, and hurry up and be quiet.

The eyebrow iron rod in his hand was casually inserted into the soil in front of him, Sun Weixi had no desire to use weapons at all, and with a vigorous flick under his feet, he rushed towards He Dazhu like a cannonball, leaving only two small pits in place.

Seeing Sun Weixi's huge fist getting bigger and bigger in front of him, the sweat on He Dazhu's fat face was dripping down like a stream, and the red samurai suit that was already clinging to his body was soaked with sweat. He is timid, but he is not stupid, and it is not the first time to fight, he knows that there is no chance to retreat, if Sun Weixi's punch really hits his body, it is estimated that it is not a few chicken legs that can be raised.

"Is it really Lao Tzu a sick cat? Don't you understand when you ask you to lighten it?" He Dazhu's fat face was distorted, and his chubby hands clenched into fists and greeted Sun Weixi. Everyone has compassion, seeing Sun Weixi's huge fist like steel, and then looking at He Dazhu's white and fat hands like big steamed buns, many people's minds have already appeared in the scene of blood splashing after the white head was smashed by the hammer, and unconsciously why Dazhu pinched a sweat.

"Bang!" the two fists collided in the air, followed by the fat man's scream like killing a pig, it was clear that the movement of the two fists intersecting was not big, but the fat man seemed to have suffered some inhuman torture, and the scream was miserable.

Under the intersection of this punch, the fat man took five or six steps back before stopping, and Sun Weixi actually retreated two or three steps backwards! Many careful people had already felt the solemnity of the atmosphere in the field, Sun Weixi raised his eyebrows, and looked down at the hand he had just attacked.

Yi Yunfei nodded lightly, he saw clearly, Sun Weixi came prepared, maybe he didn't use all his strength, but He Dazhu also took the move in a hurry, in this case, he could still make Sun Weixi withdraw three steps, it can be seen that He Dazhu still has the strength to fight with Sun Weixi.

"Ahh Then, He Dazhu, who was still screaming loudly just now, suddenly burst out laughing.

"I'll go, it's not broken, it's not broken, it's still good! Who just said that this kid can break people to pieces with one punch? Wait, Lao Tzu will promise not to kill you later!" He Dazhu raised his hand happily while searching the crowd with his eyes. Just now, there were indeed a few people who heard He Dazhu inquire about Sun Weixi's situation, and they bragged that they didn't have to pay taxes, and they frothed at the mouth and said that Sun Weixi was a bloodthirsty devil and an upright brute, how did they know that the fat man was going to face off against Sun Weixi in the next game? How did they know that this fat man really took this kind of thing seriously? At this moment, he could only cry and laugh and shrank into the crowd.

"Hey, Sun Weixi, aren't you as powerful as they say? I'm sorry, I'm ready to have a serious fight with you, after all, the sect master said, what about a month's chicken legs?" He Dazhu looked like a smug villain, crossed his waist and said loudly to Sun Weixi.

Sun Weixi didn't bother to say much to this fat man at all, and rushed towards He Dazhu with a fit fit. Between the fights, he already knew that this fat man's cultivation was not as unbearable as it looked, his fists were strong, and his body was stable. Although his words and deeds are frivolous, he is not an opponent that can be solved easily.

The fat man is a typical master who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard, and at this moment, seeing that Sun Weixi is not as terrifying as others describe, he naturally does not have too much fear, and his whole temperament has changed, and he greeted him with a solemn face.

Sun Weixi and He Dazhu's cultivation path is very similar, the two of them are fists and feet, tossing and fighting in the field, both of them are rough and thick-skinned, and sometimes they don't even bother to pay attention to the other party's bombardment of the fists, each other is sandbags, bang happy.

The battle between Li Hu and Chang Sheng, including the battle between Zhao Yu and Sima Xu, opened the eyes of everyone watching the battle, and they were relaxed and happy. But the battle between Sun Weixi and He Dazhu didn't seem to have much to look at, both of them were bombarding and tearing each other like beasts, and there was no beauty at all.

"Hey, they're all men, there are some places where you can't fight!"

"I said, are you really here? Plug in your eyes, where did you learn this move?"

"Oops, tap, it hurts!"

"Hey, can you not always say hello in your face?"

……

Sun Weixi gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, but the fat man did not stop talking nonsense, which made him upset. Seriously speaking, He Dazhu is not Sun Weixi's opponent, and the battle has continued until now, he has actually been at a disadvantage, but as Sun Weixi expected, it is impossible to win with a few simple moves. This dead fat man has already gone out for the sake of chicken legs, what monkeys pick peaches, gouge out eyes, poke nostrils and the like, he often uses them first, but every time he accuses Sun Weixi loudly, Sun Weixi is as unbearable as him.

"Shame, shame!" Yi Yunfei was originally a master who prioritized practical profits, and he didn't care about any face or rules. But at this moment, in front of everyone's eyes, seeing that this dead fat man was so unbearable, he couldn't help but blush, gritting his teeth and thinking about how to clean up this dead fat man.

Sun Weixi fights on weekdays, and his style is definitely very different from today, opening and closing, magnificent, and full of master demeanor. From the moment I came on the field today, my mood was messed up by this fat man's nonsense, plus the fat man's shot was completely ungraceful, and he kept rambling.