After waiting for a while, the Flying Yaksha, Yunzhongjun, and the Fire Dragon Island Lord have not yet come. The others present all knew how powerful Meng Bai was, but no one played.

Seeing this, Meng Bai didn't do anything to occupy the ring, and came down to watch the battle first.

Sure enough, as soon as he came, there were other people in the ring to fight.

At the beginning, the two of them practiced the second-order exercises of the Seven Bird Palms, simulating the seven kinds of birds of eagles, geese, cranes, swallows, sparrows, owls, and crows. The other cultivation is the Qimen weapon judge pen, the pen is half a foot long, one in one hand, between the dances, the sky is full of light and shadow, and the big points around the body are specially pointed.

Watching others fight, the system will definitely not react at all. However, this does not mean that it is in vain, because the knowledge itself will also increase the combat experience, so that you can play better in the future.

Watching the two fight for a while, Meng Bai had a prediction of the result in his heart. In just over ten minutes, the two of them decided the winner, and as Meng Bai expected, the Seven Bird Palms had the upper hand.

This gave Meng Bai a lot of confidence in his own judgment. When someone else came to power, he predicted the strength of both sides through his own observations, and then began to bet.

Hero Fight bets must be placed before the battle begins, and once the battle begins, no further bets can be placed. So, all you can know in advance is the past results. Unless, unless, you have seen the battle of the combatants beforehand, it is difficult to judge their true strength. This tests the eyesight of the bettor even more.

In this case, no matter how confident Meng Bai is, he doesn't dare to just take half of his worth to block. He only ordered a thousand dollars. If it had been left before, this thousand yuan would have been a large number in his hand, but now it is nothing. After the accumulation of so many battles and victories, his family has approached the 100,000 mark, which is not too big or too small.

Meng Bai watched four games, winning three and losing one, 1,000 each time, because the odds were different, and in the end he earned more than 4,000 yuan.

Seeing that someone wanted to go to the ring again, he was stopped by someone drinking. "Wait, Yun Zhongjun is here, and he wants to fight our maniac in split clothes!"

Looking at where the voice came from, Meng Bai saw a beautiful woman, dressed in a white veil, floating like a fairy. This Yunzhongjun is a woman.

Although Meng Bai was quite dissatisfied with the nickname of the madman in the split clothes, he couldn't send it to Yun Zhongjun, so he was still very polite and polite, and hugged his fists to salute.

"Brother Taishang Dao, please!" Yun Zhongjun spoke, his voice was soft, and he looked very delicate, without the strong temperament of a martial artist.

Meng Bai didn't dare to underestimate it, after all, Yun Zhongjun was obviously verified by battle.

"Fellow Daoists, please!"

As Meng Bai spoke, he strode towards the ring.

Yun Zhongjun is the same, and he doesn't know if he is also not good at light skills, or if he does it deliberately.

came on stage, greeted each other, and then, the two began to fight.

Yun Zhongjun was not deliberately polite, and directly stretched out his slender jade hand and struck at Meng Bai. It's just that the movement, soft and soft, looks like it's dancing, and it is beautiful and moving with that figure.

Such an attack made Meng Bai feel that it was a tyrannical thing to hit with a heavy punch, and it was too undeserved. However, in the end, he restrained his pity and cherished the jade, and swung his fist to meet it.

"Poof—"

With a muffled sound, Meng Bai's punch was impressively empty.

Yun Zhongjun rotated under his feet, his body rotated, if he was dancing like a whirlwind, walking around Meng Bai through the flowers and trees, the jade hand patted lightly, and the palm shadows were thousands, which seemed to be real and illusory.

"Bang Bang—"

In the blink of an eye, Meng Bai was slapped several times. Although the palm power of each palm is not heavy, it has a penetrating power that goes straight into the internal organs, which makes Meng Bai quite uncomfortable, and his actions are very affected.

"It's magic!"

Meng Bai was already trying his best to distinguish and resist, but it was still difficult to get a glimpse of Yun Zhongjun's real killing move. Obviously, Yun Zhongjun's cultivation is illusion martial arts, which is very confusing, and the level is very high.

He pushed his eyesight to the limit, but it still didn't work well. Such a situation made the people in the audience who were unhappy with Meng Bai very happy. The reason why they invited Yun Zhongjun in the first place was because the Thousand Illusion Cloud Hand cultivated by Yun Zhongjun had special moves, ten voids and one reality, and it was very restrained by Meng Bai's powerful type.

After Meng Bai fought with Yun Zhongjun a few more times, he still hit Yun Zhongjun repeatedly, but he couldn't hit Yun Zhongjun at all.

"I can't go on like this, so I just take a risk. Anyway, even if I really lose, I won't lose much!"

As soon as Meng Bai thought of this, he rubbed his feet and retreated, came to the edge of the ring, and then snorted, tore off a strand of cloth from his already tattered clothes, and blindfolded himself.

"Ripper Maniac!"

"Ripper Maniac!"

......

The audience shouted sarcastically, but Meng Bai completely ignored it. He moved tentatively under his feet, walking very slowly, his hands unfolding, opening and closing from time to time, defending against possible attacks from all sides.

Meng Bai wanted to completely hand over his judgment to the physical instinct cultivated by the Mighty Bull Demon Fist.

The boxing method is complete, and it is natural to have such an instinct, but there are strong and weak. Now that he has entered the divine realm, with the high-intensity tempering, it will definitely become stronger and stronger, and that instinct will naturally be strengthened. He believes that time will be on his side, and the key now is whether he can hold on to enough time.

Meng Bai has quite confidence, because his current body is very strong and quite resistant to beating!

"Bang, bang, bang、......"

After Yun Zhongjun blindfolded him, he made more and more moves, and slapped him more and more times.

The palm power of Qianhuanyun belongs to the category of cotton palms, and it is amazing to fight cattle across the mountains. On the surface, it looks inconspicuous, but the damage to the body is extraordinarily serious. If it was in the real ring, Meng Bai would never dare to be beaten like this, because it would cause irreversible damage to his internal organs, and he would have no hope of martial arts for the rest of his life.

From here, you can also see how important the game of hero fighting is to those who practice martial arts.

Meng Bai's injuries are getting worse and worse, but the Mighty Bull Demon Fist is becoming more and more natural and smooth, and the fist is not far away, only half a foot outside his body, but it is densely packed into a net, and the circle turns into a ring, as if it is an absolute defense circle, excluding more and more Yun Zhongjun's attacks.

Man is a very strange animal, as long as he can see the results, he can burst out miracles.

Meng Bai has a system in his body, and although he can't hear the reminder at this time, the benefits of the improvement of the Mighty Bull Demon Fist are obvious. Yun Zhongjun's palm was clapped, no longer silent, but there was a faint flow of air, through these, he could gradually distinguish between real and false moves, strong moves and weak moves.

For his victory, Meng Bai became more and more confident, and at this time, he was not in a hurry to fight back. Because, such a hone of the opponent is really rare. After this time, if you want to compete with Yunzhongjun again, you may not be able to succeed.

As a result of the grinding, Meng Bai's Powerful Bull Demon Fist increased his speed, and of course, his physical injuries became more and more serious. When he noticed that his physical strength and true qi had begun to decline significantly, and some of his follow-up strength was weak, he did not delay.

With a roar, Meng Bai's divine power burst out, and a punch hit Yun Zhongjun's palm, hitting her body backwards again and again.

"Click-"

The blindfolded cloth was shattered, and the eight steps under his feet to catch up with the cicadas were urgent, and he chased after him, punching one punch after another.

At this time, no matter how Yun Zhongjun avoided it, Meng Bai could always adjust the boom, and the fifth punch was blasted, but Yun Zhongjun was directly shocked out of the ring.

Yun Zhongjun did a good job, his body turned, his clothes fluttered, he quickly stabilized, and slowly landed.

"Brother Taishang Dao is a true martial artist, little sister admires!"

"Yun Daoyou is too awarded, it's really a rare opportunity, I can't bear to give up!" Meng Bai responded with a smile.

"What's so hard about it?"

As soon as Yun Zhongjun's words fell, Meng Bai received a private message from his friend, and he naturally accepted it gladly.