Just when everyone thought that Qi Ming's head would be shattered like a watermelon.

I saw that Qi Ming also stretched out an arm and directly clasped the wolf's fist.

The wolf's form froze, and he felt as if his fist was being clamped by an iron pincer.

"How is this possible?"

The wolf's eyes widened with shock.

"My grass, this is incredible, the iron fists of the mad wolf have been grabbed. ”

"Crazy Wolf Mo isn't funny. ”

"Could it be that the martial arts arena deliberately arranged it and wanted us to count the money!"

"Protest, protest, protest!"

“......”

The audience shouted, their faces disgruntled, their eyes puzzled.

And at the moment.

Only the mad wolf himself knew that he had lost to the other party in terms of strength.

It's incredible.

"Do you want to fight?"

Qi Ming looked at the wolf with playful eyes, and said with an indifferent smile.

The mad wolf felt the contempt in Qi Ming's eyes, and suddenly became angry in his heart, and roared angrily:

"Stinky boy, don't think that if you win one move, you really beat me, tell you, I only used thirty percent of my strength just now. ”

"I'm sorry, but I only used half of my strength. ”

Qi Ming sneered.

"My grass, stinky boy, you're too arrogant, see if I don't beat you to pieces!"

The mad wolf was completely enraged, if it weren't for the mask, his face would have been distorted, and his facial features would have become hideous.

The wolf then threw a few more punches.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sound of sonic booms exploded, one after another, endlessly.

No exceptions.

All of his fists were confiscated by Qi Ming.

Played for a long time.

The wolf was already panting like a bull, his eyes were as big as a bull's eye, and his face was full of disbelief.

He actually encountered a hard stubble today.

Fortunately, there was no killing intent in Qi Ming's eyes, otherwise he would be the one who died now.

You know, in the martial arts arena, the mortality rate reaches 80 percent.

The remaining 20 percent is just that the two sides are evenly matched.

If you can distinguish between superior and inferior, you will kill each other.

"I throw in the towel!"

The mad wolf hurriedly conceded defeat.

He didn't want to die.

"This is a win against Shura. ”

With an announcement sounded.

The audience present didn't follow, they took out real money to gamble, but they didn't come to see the play.

"The martial arts arena must give an explanation, and even arrange someone to fake the fight, lose money, lose money, lose money!"

"Yes, lose money!"

"Lose money!"

“......”

There was a loud noise from the auditorium.

"Everyone, listen to the old man's words, since the establishment of the martial arts arena, there has never been a fake fight, Shura's cultivation is indeed powerful, everyone might as well watch it, the result is naturally self-evident. ”

An old man walked out and announced loudly.

When the words fell, everyone reacted.

Although there will be some fake fights in the martial arts arena, this martial arts fight is too fake.

I'm afraid I don't even bother to do it in the martial arts arena.

Thinking of this, everyone also quieted down, no longer noisy, but stared at Qi Ming wearing Shura masks in the center of the ring with burning eyes.

"Shura, if you win the next game, you will receive a bonus of 10,000 taels of silver tickets, do you want to continue the challenge!"

One referee asked aloud.

"Go on!"

Qi Ming nodded and said, he hasn't used much strength yet, so he naturally wants to continue to challenge and make a lot of money.

"Next opponent: Lions!"

The referee announced loudly.

"It's a male lion, and the male lion is a more powerful master than a wild wolf, and this kid can't pretend even if he wants to. ”

"Yes, a male lion can abuse several wild wolves!"

"Lion, kill this kid. ”

“......”

Everyone in the audience had red eyes and roared angrily.

They are like gamblers who are in a hurry to lose, and they want to turn over their money as soon as possible.

Right now.

A two-meter-tall giant man walked into the center of the ring, wearing a lion mask and his long golden hair split behind his head, looking very arrogant.

"Stinky boy, if you meet me, you will die a hundred times worse than just now. ”

The male lion glanced at Qi Ming with contempt and laughed wildly.

"Not necessarily!"

Qi Ming looked at the lion with playful eyes, and said with a slight smile.

Only the mad wolf muttered in his heart:

"I'm afraid that the male lion is no match for this kid, this kid is too weird, and I don't know where he came from. ”

The next moment.

The male lion did not dare to be careless, after all, the other party defeated the wild wolf.

He then roared angrily, his body moved, and he turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Qi Ming.

Qi Ming's playfulness was so great that he didn't even perform the eight steps of Baixuan, and directly cast a glimpse of floating light, bringing up a series of afterimages.

The body is so fast, the male lion can't catch up even if he has two more legs.

There was a funny scene in the arena.

A two-meter-tall giant man chased after him, while a teenager fled in front.

The lion chases his prey like a hunter.

But in any case, the lion just can't catch up with Qi Ming.

"My grass, this kid has some real skills, and his body is wonderful. ”

"This immobilization method martial art is difficult for ordinary martial artists to master, only the children of the family and the disciples of the Great Gate Sect have the opportunity to master it!"

"It seems that the wild wolf is not unjustly lost, this kid has some hole cards. ”

“......”

Only then did everyone in the audience realize that Qi Ming was extraordinary, and their faces became serious.

Although they like to watch killing, they prefer to watch master opponents, which makes them more enthusiastic.

"Stinky boy, don't run!"

The lion's eyes erupted with fire and roared.

He had never been so aggrieved, he took dozens of breaths, and he hadn't touched the corner of the other party's clothes yet.

"Silly big one, don't chase it!"

Qi Ming sneered.

"Okay, I'm not chasing, you stop and call me!"

The male lion stopped directly and said panting.

At this time, Qi Ming also stopped, and looked at the male lion with playful eyes, as if looking at prey.

Roar, roar, roar.

The lion roared angrily, and then his paws went to Qi Ming.

His claws were all equipped with two metal iron claws, which shimmered with coldness.

The claws broke through the air and went straight to Qi Ming.

"Xuanjin Sword!"

Qi Ming let out a loud shout, and then took out the nine-hundred-pound Xuanjin Sword.

The Xuanjin Sword is a Xuan-level high-grade Xuan soldier, and it is more than enough to deal with this kind of scene.

As for Jin Jingjian, it is still subtle to show his face, after all, it is easy for others to covet it.

Forthwith.

Qi Ming was no longer polite, and directly cast eight steps of Baixuan, directly spanning a distance of fifty meters, and appeared on the side of the male lion.

Then.

Qi Ming picked up the Xuanjin Sword and fanned it towards the lion like a door panel.

Bang.

A muffled explosion sounded.

The male lion was directly fanned out, like a kite with a broken string, spitting blood, and the blood stained the sky, like a blood rain.

If it weren't for Qi Ming's mercy, the lion's sternum would have been broken.

The lion slammed into the ring, his eyes full of fear and fear.

He only now understood that Qi Ming was the hunter, and he was just the prey.

"I throw in the towel!"

The lion hurriedly conceded defeat.

He didn't want to provoke Qi Ming and be killed, it would be too unworthy.