"Old man Mu, let you laugh at me just now, and now the responsibility of guarding the door will be handed over to you!" Chen Zhong entered the room and came directly to a martial artist who was about fifty years old, shouting loudly, as if he was afraid that the people around him would not hear.

"Huh, there are still people who are going to pick you, the butcher, to break through when they are guarding the door? Could it be that there is a hidden master?" Although Mu Fei, the old man of the four bitters, was surprised, he was very calm.

Because there are rules for guarding the gate, if the person who breaks through the gate passes, the original gatekeeper is still the weakest one, and he still has to continue to guard the door. Only when he repels the passers, then he has fulfilled his duty, and the task of guarding the gate will be handed over to the one above him.

Mu Fei is the person who is only above Chen Zhong today. Mu Fei didn't have any embarrassment about his family's penultimate position today, after all, his strength was here, he felt very lucky, and Chen Zhong gave him the bottom. However, although he is stronger than Chen Zhong, he is not much different. Moreover, Chen Zhong's bloody fighting style, if it is not necessary, he is unwilling to fight with it.

Because of this, Mu Fei believes that the challenger is a master. After all, who wants to be purely sadistic.

However, Chen Zhong waved his face and pretended to be serious, "Old man Mu, how can you look down on young people? You know, there are a lot of geniuses now. Especially to challenge me, I am extraordinary, with excellent weapons, and at first glance, I am a son of a family!"

Although Chen Zhong's face was serious, the joy in his eyes couldn't stop flowing, and Mu Fei was very depressed, "It turned out to be a stunned young man!"

At this moment, Meng Bai came, "Are the seniors talking about me?"

Mu Fei looked at Meng Bai and looked up and down, completely disappointed. Originally, he still hoped that Meng Bai was a master who was deliberately pretending to be tender, but the image could be changed, but the temperament of this young man could not be changed. As a veteran of many years, his vision is very vicious, and he instantly judged that Meng Bai was not young, but very young.

At this moment, Mu Fei completely lost hope for him.

"Young man, remind you, next time you break into the door, don't break blindly, otherwise you will suffer a big sin!" Mu Fei accepted his fate, shook his head, and walked towards the door.

"Let's go! Let's go and say, there is a priority to break through, and now that this game is over, it's time for us to play!" Chen Zhong saw that Old Man Mu was leaving, but he was even more and more happy.

......

In the ring, the battle between the two third-order powerhouses was coming to an end.

These two people, a man and a woman, the male named Zhong Zhan, made a short fight, and the female named Lu Lele fought the enemy empty-handed.

However, now it is the female warrior Lu Lele who has the upper hand. She danced with both hands, and naturally there was a faint air of clouds and smoke. This cloud of smoke is not ethereal, it is quite condensed, but it is gathering more and more, like a flocculent, wrapping Zhong Zhan and making it more and more difficult to play.

In just a dozen moves, Lu Lele suddenly exerted his strength, but he snatched Zhong Zhan away from him.

Seeing this, Zhong Zhan smiled bitterly and admitted defeat.

The people in the audience, some shouted that Lu Lele played well, and some were quite dissatisfied, thinking that it was too plain and should be more fierce. The noise was loud and deafening.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped into the ring, and shouted, "Everyone be quiet first!"

The sound didn't sound deafening, but it filled the room, drowning down all the noise. This person is in his thirties, with a square and majestic face, a well-mannered bearing, and full of momentum, and he is a top master at first glance.

His name is Yan Chong, nicknamed One Knife and Two Cuts, refining more than ten kinds of knife techniques, especially good at drawing knives, and the speed is extremely fast. His battles are often life-and-death within a few moves, but they are endlessly memorable.

Yan Chong is ranked thirty-second among the No. 200 ring warriors, and he is the strongest person today, so everything here today is in charge of him.

"Fellow travelers and friends, I know that you didn't have enough fun and didn't think it was exciting enough to see the battle just now. It doesn't matter, we can satisfy you next. Everyone also knows that our hungry tiger Chen Zhong was unfortunate today, because he was the lowest ranked today, and was sent to guard the door. However, he was also lucky because he welcomed one of his own interlopers.

This is a young talent, although his reputation is not good, but since his debut, he has maintained a record of almost total victories, this will be a battle of dragons and tigers, please wait and see, bet more!"

In this case, Meng Bai was shocked at the time, thinking that his true identity had been revealed. But soon understood that they actually understood their superficial basic information, and they just said this to inflate their strength, so that more local tyrants could put their chips on him.

The peripheral gambling game of the No. 200 ring has nothing to do with the hero ring company, it is completely operated by themselves. Each local tyrant has at least 100,000 chips, and hundreds of people a day add up to tens of millions, which is a lot of money.

Meng Bai asked about his peripheral odds, and was set at four to one, while the odds set by the game itself were only one to two. Faced with this situation, Meng Bai did not hesitate to transfer 50,000 yuan to press himself to win.

This situation, not only did not make the organizers vigilant, but became more and more happy, using it as a propaganda point and calling on local tyrants to bet. Sure enough, the effect was good, and many people began to suppress Meng Bai. Of course, sane people still account for the majority, betting on Hungry Tiger Chen.

Looking at a dignified, personable master who made himself look like a salesman, Meng Bai didn't have much contempt, after all, people are also for life. But I can't help but feel a little embarrassed, and I feel that the word martial arts in my heart is gradually disappearing.

After more than ten minutes, this salesman saw that no one was betting, and the local tyrants in the audience were also clamoring, so he went down and let Meng Bai and Chen Zhong play.

Meng Bai's image is naturally good, handsome and handsome, especially the scar on his face, which adds a bit of bravery, and he does not go to the side of the cream Xiaosheng. However, compared with the hideous man with a shirtless body, knotted muscles, and a beard, he can't help but be dwarfed.

Especially Meng Bai is accustomed to an introverted atmosphere, and he is also humble, and he does not have the kind of "master" aura that is arrogant on the cliff, but it makes many local tyrants who oppress him sigh, "Fooled!"

Under the ring, Yan Chong saw this, saw the stitches, and ran through the audience with his unique voice, "Friends, friends, the game hasn't started yet, there is still a chance, there is still a chance, if you want to bet, hurry up!"

That is, there are some people who put their chips on the hungry tiger Chen Zhong.

After a while, no one bet anymore, Yan Chong said, "Okay, buy and leave, the game begins!"