Under the ring, the local tyrants asked Meng Bai to fight again.

Those who won money hoped to win again, because they clearly saw that Meng Bai did not exert all his strength and the consumption was not large, while those who lost money hoped to be able to get back to the field immediately.

Yan Chong stood in front of Meng Bai, but this time he didn't respond to the local tyrants as before, but with a trace of concern, "Taishang Daoyou, how do you feel, can you still continue to fight?"

"Yes!" Meng Bai nodded, he came here to sharpen his martial arts, so naturally he wouldn't just fight like this and leave.

"Then do you have someone you want to challenge?" Yan Chong asked again.

"No, I just came, how can I be familiar with the people here?" Meng Bai shook his head.

"Then I'll arrange it!" After Yan Chong obtained Meng Bai's consent, he said immediately, "Li Wenzheng, you go to guard the door, exchange Mu Fei back, and participate in the game." ”

"Ah——, if it's better than me, it's not too much!" As a martial artist with a certain status, who would be willing to guard the door, Li Wenzheng proposed at the right time.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up!" Yan Chong ignored it and ordered directly.

Yan Chong is the biggest today, and Li Wenzheng has no choice but to go no matter how reluctant he is.

Soon, Mu Fei came and got into the ring. Next, Yan Chong returned to his previous sales master, and vigorously encouraged the local tyrants in the audience to bet. It's just that this time the situation has been adjusted, Meng Bai's odds are 1.3, and Mu Fei's odds are 1.5.

Obviously, this time Meng Bai was more favored by Yan Chong to win.

However, this odds are not very attractive to Meng Bai. He immediately checked the odds of the hero fight system and found that it was lower, only one point two, but the difference was that the system judged that Mu Fei was more recognized, and his odds were only one point.

After reading it, Meng Bai knew that his move was redundant, and he seemed too immature. After all, Yan Chong and others organize private gambling here, if the odds are not as good as the system, then why is it attractive. However, if you have to talk about the gain, there is still one point, that is, it confirms that Mu Fei's strength is indeed extraordinary, and it is possible to surpass himself, and he must be treated with caution.

Of course, even if he doesn't look at it, Meng Bai will not despise Mu Fei. Hungry Tiger Chen Zhong's temperament, after it was his turn to guard the goal, he didn't challenge Mu Fei and fight for a possible opportunity, which showed that Mu Fei could stabilize him, and he himself had no chance of victory.

Although Meng Bai had a great desire to make money, he was not blindly confident, and threw all the 200,000 yuan he had just won, but used half of it and pressed it on himself.

With the performance of the first game before, Yan Chong spent a lot less lips, and soon everyone finished placing bets.

"Game on!"

Yan Chong gave the command, but Meng Bai was the first to strike, still a wind and snow palm, a blow of goose feathers and heavy snow, the cold current soared, the air temperature plummeted, mixed with large white snowflakes, and rolled towards Mu Fei.

With a slight touch of Mu Fei's feet, his figure rose into the air, like a big bird, above the wind and snow.

This is the famous dragonfly water lifting technique in Buddhism, which is extremely fast, several meters away, and swoops in. At this moment, Mu Fei's two wide robe sleeves flicked, and in an instant, as if filled with wind, he applauded, and the undercurrent was turbulent, hitting Meng Bai.

This blow, wrapped in top-down momentum, was extremely violent.

Meng Bai didn't dodge, he met it with both palms, and he was carrying the wind and snow, and he was hard to face.

"Puff-"

With two muffled sounds, Mu Fei took a few steps back, his body fluttering, and he landed steadily, and Meng Bai couldn't help but take a step back.

It's not that he lacks strength, but that the strength of his sleeves is strange, like the waves of the sea, wave after wave, and there is a problem in judgment.

Meng Bai didn't delay for half a minute, he stomped on his feet, his body rushed up like lightning, and the wind and snow palm mixed with the ice and blood claws killed him.

Mu Fei didn't dodge, he still waved his two sleeves, setting off a violent wind and torrent, and fought against it. This is the Buddha's breaking power, the unique true qi is infused into the sleeves, soft as cotton wool, harder than steel, and it is the best at dealing with blades and breaking hard skills.

Although Mu Fei didn't watch the match between Meng Bai and Chen Zhong, since Meng Bai won, that is, he has real talent and real learning, but he didn't dare to be slacking off in the slightest, and his shot was a masterpiece.

"Bang bang bang-"

Both of them made moves very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of moves passed. The people in the audience almost couldn't see their figures clearly in their eyes, because the footwork changes under their feet were just as fast, almost sticking together and fighting.

All you can see clearly is the flying frost and snow, and the rolling sleeves.

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound, and the two separated, Meng Bai's right hand was in the shape of a sharp claw, pinching a large piece of cloth, while Mu Fei's left sleeve was missing, revealing most of his arms.

"Worthy of the name of a young genius, his skills are really extraordinary!

As Mu Fei spoke, his arms shook on his own initiative, and both sleeves spontaneously shattered, revealing his arms, and his skin was dark gold, although it was not thick, but it was also full of strength.

Mu Fei is known as the Old Man of the Four Bitters, and the Four Bitter Fists are his strongest moves, but this method requires extremely strong spiritual cooperation, and his cultivation is not yet at home, so if it is not necessary, he is not willing to use it.

Sick and sick!

Mu Fei didn't follow the orthodox moves, he suffered from birth, old age, sickness and death, and he launched the suffering of illness first!

The real qi is drumming, punching a line, and the wind is like an arrow.

However, this strong wind is not invisible, but with a faint gray and black color, it smells tasteless, but when it blows, Meng Bai naturally feels weak, and his body is up and down, as if he is not strong anywhere.

It was so weird, Meng Bai didn't dare to be strong, his feet retreated sharply, and his footwork was obviously much slower. He used a secret method to expel poison, but found that it was useless, it was not poison. Instantly, his true qi changed, and the Frozen Demon True Qi recycled into the Tianyi Divine Furnace, turning into Tianyi True Qi, bubbling out, moistening his whole body.

Sure enough, Tianyi's true qi's healing energy worked.

At this moment, Mu Fei caught up, and another punch was too difficult to hit.

A unique secret force impacted the spirit, making him in a trance, with the idea that survival was too bitter and it was better to die. The snow mantle contemplation method moved in response to the thought, and the dragon was vigorous and dispersed. But affected by this, Meng Bai's efforts could not help but be slow, and he could only barely stand on the shelf.

"Bang-"

Under the blow, Meng Bai's fist was knocked open, and his figure retreated.

"Look, I'll just say it, Mu Fei will definitely win!"

"What are you anxious about, isn't the result still out yet!"

......

At this moment, the people watching the battle in the audience were excited and noisy.

Meng Bai's body was strong, and when he received this blow, he was only shocked by his qi and blood, and he was not injured. Mu Fei also felt it, his feet followed like a shadow, followed closely, and the black wind roared out of his fist, still riddled with illness, and he wanted to continue to reduce Meng Bai's state.

At this moment, the Tianyi True Qi in Meng Bai's body swirled, and although the Cold Ice Martial Arts could not show his strengths, he was not afraid. When it was, he shouted all his life, and the sound of "roar-" was like a dragon's roar, shaking the nine heavens, Mu Fei's spirit was greatly impacted, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

At this time, Meng Bai's giant spirit divine palm was used, and his palm instantly expanded, like a pu fan, and slapped it violently.

His divine power suddenly exploded, not to mention a thousand catties, and with one blow, Mu Fei flew upside down.

Mu Fei was also an old man who had been in battle for a long time, and he was really angry at that time, and his waist was turning to stabilize his body. However, where would Meng Bai give him a chance, his figure was instantly raised, like an eagle striking into the sky, and the two sharp claws grabbed fiercely.

Ice Claw!

At this moment, the Tianyi True Qi in Meng Bai's body was transformed into the Frozen Demon True Qi again.

"Brush, brush, brush—"

The wind was howling, and Mu Fei used his big hand to resist with all his might, but he still couldn't block it all, his clothes were ragged, and there were countless blood marks on his body.

Meng Bai made a round of rapid attacks, and the momentum was exhausted, but he retracted his claws, lost behind him, like a grandmaster, and fell to the ground.

Mu Fei landed heavily, stiff as a stone, trying his best to bounce up, but like a turtle in the shell, he couldn't get up.