The purple gold knife still stubbornly slashed at the imp's legs, and the sharp blade suddenly turned into a scythe, harvesting the imp's feet like harvesting crops, which made him feel how he could bear it, and he jumped backwards as he retreated.

But Geng Jingzhong's rolling speed was extremely fast, which made the little ghost even more unexpected, and the knife in his hand was extremely short, so he couldn't contact Geng Jingzhong without leaning over, so at this moment, he was extremely embarrassed.

This makes for an interesting scene on the stage, Geng Jing is a rolling scythe, and the imp is a running crop, but everyone knows that if this continues, the final result can only be that the imp is driven out of the ring.

The little ghost understood his situation better, but he still had to fight, and in the process of retreating rapidly, he pulled out three swallow-tailed darts from his waist pocket and held them in his hand, at this time Geng Jingzhong had already driven him to the edge of the ring.

The little ghost knew that he was going to fall off the ring if he took another step back, and it was time to make a move, he threw the three swallow-tailed darts in his hand to the rolling Geng Jingzhong, at the same time, he jumped high, pulled out the golden umbrella behind him in the air, shook it in the air against the wind, and with the buoyancy of the umbrella, he landed steadily on the ground, and then put away the golden umbrella, stuck the short knife at his waist, and then walked away.

Geng Jingzhong thought he had succeeded, and forced the little ghost to the edge of the ring, but unexpectedly, the little ghost suddenly cast a cold arrow and threw three darts at him, Geng Jingzhong was not flustered, he dodged the one thrown to the head, and then used the purple gold knife to knock the remaining two away, got up and looked for the little ghost again, and only saw his back when he left.

Geng Jingzhong was very remorseful, such a good opportunity had allowed the other party to slip away again, and he had to wait for the next time to get rid of him.

Geng Jingzhong defeated his opponent, then he became the champion in the ring, which discouraged many people who wanted to go on stage, because the strength he showed on the stage just now was a little terrifying, and people all knew that this was a hard nail, and it couldn't be pulled out without strength.

But there are also people who are beyond their strength, the head of Tianyi in the South China Sea, seeing that Geng Jingzhong is young, less than twenty years old, he thinks that this is a good opportunity to show his talents, so he walked on the pontoon bridge from the color shed.

At this time, Geng Jingzhong was already standing in the ring, he tidied up his clothes, held the knife in his hand, and silently watched the Tianyi Master who was walking towards him.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a dark face, not tall, but unusually strong, holding a gilded pestle in his hand, he walked steadily to Geng Jingzhong's approach, and arched his hand and said: "I have long known Geng Gongzi's sword technique, and I have come to ask for advice today!"

Geng Jingzhong had no intention of fighting in this ring, but just now he saw that the little ghost was rude to Uncle Mei, so he suddenly came to an end, and now when he saw someone challenging him, he had no choice but to fight, he also hugged his fists and said: "Don't dare, please also ask your seniors for advice!"

The two of them each lit the door, waiting for the other party to make a move, the most important thing is that the master of Tianyi can't wait, he waved the gilded pestle in his hand, a move to kill the overlord, and the force penetrates a thousand jun, and he splits it head-on, if this blow makes him successful, it is not a simple matter of broken bones and tendons, it is to die in Huangquan.

Geng Jingzhong didn't dare to slack off, he pulled out and dodged, and didn't dare to use a knife to catch the pestle.

The first pestle of the Tianyi Lord was empty, but he drew a different move, and the second pestle swept over, this move was even more dangerous than the first move, because the first move could dodge left and right, and this move could only retreat.

Geng Jingzhong was able to dodge this move, but the third move of the Heavenly Sect Master came soon.

This move is a thick iron pestle stabbing straight over, like a headless iron spear, this is also the three famous skills of the Lord of Tianyi, relying on these three moves, he is famous in the rivers and lakes.

Geng Jingzhong was forced to retreat by the first two moves, already very depressed, and now seeing him use the pestle to stab himself, he had an idea, probed his left hand to hold the pestle head-on, and then waved the knife with his right hand along the pestle body and pushed forward.

Tianyi Master Wan never imagined that Geng Jingzhong would make such a strange move, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Geng Jingzhong's purple gold knife, as fast as lightning, was about to cut his hands holding the pestle, so helpless, he had no choice but to abandon the pestle, just like that, within three moves of the gilded pestle, it changed hands.

The master of Tianyi, who lost the treasure pestle, was very embarrassed to stand on the stage, neither advancing nor retreating.

At this time, Geng Jingzhong had already accepted the invitation and stood firm, and then handed the gilded pestle to the master of Tianyi and said, "Please continue to advise!"

The master of Tianyi Sect was full of purple and red, and after taking the pestle, he hugged his fist and said: Sure enough, it is a hero who is a young man! Geng Shaoxia, there will be a period in the future. After saying this, he didn't go back to the color shed, but got out of the ring with a gilded pestle and squeezed out of the crowd.

Geng Jingzhong won two battles in a row, which really impressed the people on and off the stage, and some people who wanted to fish in troubled waters did not dare to go on stage now, because the young man on the stage had a domineering spirit.

After another long silence, a voice came from the audience: "I, I, I'm going to fight, fight, you!"

It didn't take long for people to see it for good, because there was an eleven or twelve-year-old child walking up the staircase, with dark yellow curly hair, green eyes, a high nose bridge, and a white face, which set off the special ruddy lips.

Geng Jingzhong saw that it was a child, so he didn't care, but persuaded: "Little friend, this is the ring, not a place for you to play, go down quickly!"

The yellow-haired kid didn't appreciate it, and pointed at Geng Jingzhong and said, "I, want, fight, defeat, you!"

Geng Jingzhong was a little angry, he looked at the stage and said, "Which one brought the child, take him away!"

The yellow-haired child was a little angry when he saw Geng Jingzhong ignoring himself, and he said loudly: "I, want, drink, you, blood!" After speaking, he stepped forward like lightning, opened a mouthful of white teeth, and bit Geng Jingzhong's arm directly.

Geng Jingzhong didn't care, and was asking questions to the audience, but unexpectedly, this yellow-haired child was suddenly in trouble, and he was not in a hurry to dodge for a while, and he was bitten on his left arm, and there was a sharp pain, but he was wearing golden armor, so the yellow-haired child did not bite his skin.

Geng Jingzhong was startled, and then he reacted, it turned out that this child was really here to fight, Geng Jingzhong, who reacted, broke open the small mouth of the yellow hair, and then exercised the cold marrow with his left hand, and slammed the cold palm into the child's face.

It was expected that the yellow-haired child did not hide at all, but opened his mouth to bite his palm, looking very vicious.

Geng Jingzhong was very shocked, and he didn't dare to continue to urge forward, so he had to change his moves.