Chu Yingxuan calmly flew directly from the Guanwu Platform to the dueling platform, quietly waiting for her opponent this time.

There are too many young masters in this grand event, Liu Yibai of Luoxiamen, the one named Qingqing who followed him seems to be very hidden, and now there is another Mu Xiuhan who has been inherited by the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

"Looks like it's going to be a lot of fun..."

Fu Lingtian slowly walked up the dueling platform from the steps, saying that it was slow, not the kind of 'slow' that seemed to be slow but was actually very fast, this slowness was really slow, slow like a snail.

With every step he took, he stopped and looked at the sky, as if something was about to fall.

The audience couldn't help but be curious by his strange behavior, and looked up at the sky like him. It was a pool of clear blue sky that was almost bottoming out, and in the blue, there were clouds swimming leisurely, and I couldn't help but raise my fingers, as if my fingertips were also dyed blue at dusk.

The sky is an indigo lake, with ripples in the microwave.

"Damn, nothing. ”

"yes, what else to see other than a few clouds?"

"What the hell is he looking at, he is nervous! Don't fight quickly, I'm going to rush to apprenticeship after the fight." A fat man stared at the sky for a long time and scolded after discovering that he had been played.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sparrow flew through the air, and then ...... An unknown piece of filth snapped down on his face, hitting his swearing.

.....

"I'll grass your uncle!" the fat man quickly spit out the bird feces in his mouth, and then squatted on the ground and kept retching.....

"Hahaha...."

Fu Lingtian seemed to have expected such a scene to happen, and he half-squatted on the ground and couldn't straighten up with a smile. Then he fell directly to the ground and kept pounding the ground with his hands.

"This man..... Are you crazy?" even Qingqing, who usually likes to make trouble, feels that his worldview is messed up.

Liu Yibai's eyebrows raised slightly, and his face was also a little weird. This Fu Lingtian gave him the feeling that he was the kind of person who was low-key, calm, and very deeply hidden, why did his painting style suddenly change and become like a nervous disorder, could it be that he was wrong?

Fu Lingtian laughed enough, jumped up from the ground, and appeared in front of Chu Yingxuan in an instant.

Chu Yingxuan had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and saw that he finally came up. The left hand changed from a fist to a palm, and slowly sent forward. She shot slowly, but brought a strong wind, like a dragon and snake coiling away, like left to right, like up and down, like straight and curved, like slow and fast, a plain punch, but it contains infinite changes, enough to restrain any martial arts in the world, no matter how the opponent responds, Chu Yingxuan can take the first step and firmly restrain it.

But Fu Lingtian didn't move, he didn't dodge, he didn't make a move, he just squinted his eyes, put his palms on his chest, his fists reached his body, and his long shirt rose and fell with the wind, rising and shrinking, like a wave. When the fist wind met his body, it was like a torrent gargling stone, rolling and flowing. Fu Lingtian's expression did not change, and he said with a smile: "Miss Chu's palm technique doesn't seem to be like the practice of Ning Xiang Pavilion. What kind of name?"

"Self-created, 'Slaughtering Dog's Paw'!"

"The girl is so unloving, the dog is a loyal friend of man, how can he slaughter indiscriminately?" Fu Lingtian said seriously.

"I can ........slaughter whatever I like" Before he finished speaking, Fu Lingtian raised his eyebrows, and a surging aura poured out of his body, and a landslide and tsunami pressed towards him.

In an instant, Chu Yingxuan seemed to have fallen into an invisible cocoon, her mouth and nose were suffocated, and her breathing was difficult, but she felt that momentum couldn't help climbing, squeezing inward from all directions. Chu Yingxuan couldn't help but retreat step by step, sweating like rain, she looked at Fu Lingtian, her heart was inexplicably afraid, so that she had the illusion that this man was transformed into a mountain, towering, connected to the sun and the moon, and she was in front of him, like an ant.

"Don't you like to slaughter dogs? I'm going to give you a taste of being slaughtered by dogs today. Fu Lingtian shouted, and fierce dogs kept rushing out of the four doors of the martial arts arena, and soon the entire martial arts arena was crowded with dogs of different shapes, surrounding the audience in the arena to form a huge encirclement.

Native dogs, wild dogs, Tibetan mastiffs, those who know the breed, those who don't know the breed, the hybrids, the purebreds, what kind of what they want.

A Tibetan mastiff slowly emerged from the pile of dogs, looking like the leader of the group.

This Tibetan mastiff is a tiger mastiff, which is larger than the head of a normal lion mastiff. The mouth is wide and the nose is short, and the movement is like a tiger. It is strong and powerful, huge in size, twice as large as the common Tibetan mastiff, and has well-developed bones and muscles.

Its expression is calm, but it is also imposing. Glancing slowly at the dogs, they immediately let out a whining sound as if they had surrendered.

The audience in the martial arts arena was already frightened stupid at this moment, and the timid people were incontinent, and after a while, the smell of urine and feces spread throughout the martial arts arena.

The tiger head Tibetan mastiff seemed to be satisfied with everyone's reaction, and glanced lightly at a middle-aged man in front of it.

The man immediately trembled with fright, and hurriedly retreated behind him. The people behind pushed each other, even if they were stepped on, they didn't even notice it.

In less than ten breaths, a road more than ten feet wide had been cleared in the middle.

The tiger-headed Tibetan mastiff grinned, as if laughing... Laugh at this group of timid humans.

Suddenly, it jerked its head up and let out a deafening scream. The sharp eyes stared at Chu Yingxuan on the dueling platform in a daze.

"Oh no, it's him.... It's him.... It must be him...."Ye Lingfeng was shocked, and muttered as if he had lost his soul.

Then he immediately woke up and roared, "Stop that tiger-headed Tibetan mastiff, quick!"

As he spoke, the tiger-headed Tibetan mastiff had taken the lead, and it should be said that it was a dog in the lead. It was the first dog to run to the dueling platform at a very fast speed, and the dogs of various breeds behind followed closely behind and also ran towards the dueling platform, although the speed was not as fast as the tiger-headed Tibetan mastiff, but all of them were dripping with hara, and their eyes were like copper bells, obviously looking like they were going to swallow Chu Yingxuan alive.

There were still more than ten zhang away from the dueling platform, and the tiger-headed Tibetan mastiff jumped high in the air, and its huge body blocked a quarter of the dueling platform. Covering the sky and the sun, he threw himself at Chu Yingxuan, whose face was slightly frightened.

The tiger-headed Tibetan mastiff's strong and powerful right leg swept straight towards the door in front of her, bringing a burst of fishy wind.

In a hurry, Chu Yingxuan could only resist with her palm, but because her body was too large, even if she wanted to dodge, it was too late at the moment.

"Bang!"

Chu Yingxuan fell out of the dueling platform in embarrassment and fell to the ground, leaving five deep paw prints on her right arm.

A master with sword qi out of his body was swept away by a dog, and the eyes of the onlookers were about to fall. Who will believe this?

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed anyone who had the damn told me about it.

Is this dog going against the sky?