The championship challenge between Nangong Yunfeng and Ximen Guanxi is too suspenseful, and most people think that Nangong Yunfeng will undoubtedly win, and the proportion of money won by Nangong Yunfeng compared to the money won by Ximen Guanxi continues to rise, and it soon rises to 800 to one, and the money won by those who win by pressing Nangong Yunfeng is not enough to stuff their teeth.

Since there is no risk, people who like to gamble still put money in a steady stream to join in the fun.

The ratio of 800 to 1 has refreshed the history of the gambling industry, and this ratio has been refreshed by the hot money that has been continuously invested, reaching a new high every hour, 900 to 1, 1,000 to 1, 1,200 to one!

In order to express their admiration for their idols, many fanatical fans of Nangong Yunfeng have suppressed all their net worth, anyway, there is no risk, and it is more insurable than putting it in the bank.

Shen Wansan's eyes rolled, staring at the records of the gambling industry that were constantly being refreshed by the legal TV machine, and his mind was full of crazy thoughts. A little guy knocked on the door and came in panting, Shen Wansan asked nervously, "Did you hear the news?"

The little guy gasped, stood respectfully, and said, "I asked a young disciple of Xuantianmen, and he said that it seemed to be the meaning of the old immortal of Xuanlingzi!"

Shen Wansan waved his hand and told the little servant to go down, quickly got up and combed his hair in front of the mirror, tidied up his clothes, put on a felt hat and came out, and got into the carriage to ask to see Xuan Lingzi.

Xuan Lingzi heard that Shen Wansan asked to see him, and he happened to be idle, so he asked someone to bring him in.

Shen Wansan came in and respectfully performed the gift of his juniors, and presented one thousand-year-old ginseng and two pieces of 10,000-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

Xuan Lingzi sat on the chair and said haha, "You doll is quite sensible." He pointed to a chair under him and told him to sit down.

Shen Wansan sat down with his butt crooked to show respect, said some polite words without boundaries, and then turned around and asked: "Your high-ranking disciple Ximen Gongzi participated in the championship, I don't know if it is the meaning of the old immortal? It's a pity that the cultivation is low!"

"Of course I mean it here, the old man, Guanxi's cultivation is low, what do you doll know!" Xuan Lingzi replied.

"In my humble opinion, Lu Yiqun and Nangong Yunfeng will have a better chance of winning, after all, he is just a qi refiner!" Shen Wansan Nuonuo probed.

"Little doll, you are here for this, tell you, Guanxi has a better chance of winning! Don't spread my words!" Xuan Lingzi didn't care about showing him some bottom.

"If the law is not passed on to the six ears, it will never be said to the outside world!" Shen Wansan Nuonuo said goodbye.

On the carriage back, Shen Wansan kept thinking about what Xuan Lingzi said, Ximen Guanxi's chances of winning are greater than Lu Yiqun's, so even if his chances of winning are one in twentieth or one in thirty, it is worth pressing.

Seeking wealth and danger, Shen Wansan pounded the crosswood in the carriage vigorously, and decided to use five percent of his family wealth to suppress Ximen Guanxisheng.

When Shen Wansan pressed the money in, the ratio of the lottery rebounded a little towards Ximen Guanxi's side, but it immediately refreshed a new record, and soon the ratio reached 1,500 to 1.

The afternoon before the game, the sky was clear, and Lao Hua gathered a group of thugs to broadcast the ratio of the lottery on a loudspeaker outside the Yalai Inn, and a group of people croaked and mocked Simon Guanxi, accompanied by bursts of mocking laughter.

"Fifteen hundred and eighty to one! Only one of the fifteen hundred and eighty-one people will buy him to win, haha!" a thug yelled.

"The whole continent is buying him to lose, and he still won't admit defeat!" another thug yelled.

"Admit defeat, admit defeat!" shouted a group of thugs in unison, their voices very noisy.

"Hahaha, shrunken turtle, dare you come out!" Old Flower shouted into the megaphone.

"Your name is Lao Hua, it seems that the lesson of breaking your hands and feet last time has been forgotten!" Ximen Guanxi finally couldn't help but come out, sneering at Lao Hua Dao!

"Brother Nangong, help, the wicked man is here!" Lao Hua saw Nangong Yunfeng also walk out, and rushed over as if grasping a life-saving straw.

'Huh' Ximen Guanxi's figure moved, and he reached out and pounced on the old flower like an eagle grabbing a chicken.

'Huh' Nangong Yunfeng's body moved, and the iron fracture fan blocked Ximen Guanxi's hand.

"In the future, I won't allow you to touch a single hair of the old flower again!" Nangong Yunfeng glared and shouted!

Lao Hua jumped to his feet, waved his fist and said angrily: "Okay! Big brother finally exerts his power, beat him hard, and avenge me!"

Ximen Guanxi grabbed Nangong Yunfeng's folding fan with one hand, and the other hand of the two grabbed it, moving lightly on the roof of the inn's beams and tiles, the posture seemed to be dancing ballroom dance, but in fact, both of them secretly showed their strength, competing with their strength and strength.

The reporter from Xiuzhen Station hurriedly pushed the Yuanling optical camera over and aimed it at the scene where the two were fighting.

"Boy, you have a lot of strength, do you dare to go on stage tomorrow!" Nangong Yunfeng asked.

"I want to ask you this sentence too!" said Simon Guanxi coldly.

"Okay, there is a kind! But it's useless to rely on strength alone in martial arts, admit defeat as soon as possible!" Nangong Yunfeng said very indifferently.

"Are you going to admit defeat?" Ximen Guanxi's tone was also calm and clear, as if he had the chance to win!

"Since your newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, I will teach you how to be a junior tomorrow!" Nangong Yunfeng added a handful of dark energy to his hand.

"It's not too late to call yourself a senior after winning the game!" "The strength in Ximen Guanxi's hands is also increasing.

"Warn you, don't seduce my woman!" Nangong Yunfeng was a little angry!

"I also warn you, don't aim at Yiqing!" Ximen Guanxi raised an eyebrow.

"If it weren't for the ban on fighting before the game, I would have broken your leg today!" Nangong Yunfeng said angrily!

"I hope you can still stand up after the competition is over tomorrow!" said Simon Guanxi.

Nangong Yunfeng glared, and the spiritual sense of the Yuanying monk attacked the sea of knowledge of Ximen Guanxi.

If an ordinary Qi Refiner received a blow from Nangong Yunfeng's spiritual sense, he would become an idiot even if he didn't die.

The Xuanbing Clear Spirit Bead on Ximen Guanxi's forehead jumped violently, and rolled up a blue aura spirit protection platform, which was able to block Nangong Yunfeng's spiritual sense attack.

After trying for a while, the two of them finally let go at the same time, Nangong Yunfeng jumped down from the beam of the roof, Ximen Guanxi jumped down with no inferior figure, and said with a smile: "It's really an honor to be able to learn from Senior Brother Nangong tomorrow!"

Nangong Yunfeng laughed and gave him a full hug, and said politely: "I am also honored to be able to compete with the master of Xuantian Gate!"

Before leaving, Nangong Yunfeng leaned into Ximen Guanxi's ear and said softly: "It's too late to regret it now!

"You're such a fanatic!" replied in a weak, inaudible voice, but his tone was unremarkable.

Soon, Xiuzhen Station played the scene of the first battle between Ximen Guanxi and Nangong Yunfeng, and it seemed that it was just a short move on the roof!

Shen Wansan saw this video in front of the French TV machine, especially the shot of Ximen Guanxi jumping down from it lightly, smashed his hands and said: "It seems that there is really a one-tenth chance of winning!"

The night was quiet, Ximen Guanxi was meditating and pranayama in the guest room, and when he heard the old monk outside the door chanting the Buddha's name, he quickly opened the door and looked at it, and said in surprise: "It turned out to be the old abbot of wisdom!"

"The old man has something to do with Simon's nephew!" said Hui Xing Shishi.

"Come in, please!" said Simon Guanxi.

Hui Xin came into the door and said straight to the point: "Lao Wei has a friend who asked me to exchange a bottle of Fountain of Life for ten Guyan pills with Ximen's nephew, I don't know what Ximen's nephew thinks?"

"This bottle of the fountain of life can extend the life span by three to five years!" Hui Ran pulled out a small porcelain vase from his bosom.

"The old abbot is serious, the old abbot has issued a decree, and the master and nephew will give it with both hands, where do you dare to ask for your treasure! Not to mention that the fountain of life is too precious!" Ximen Guanxi said politely.

"It's not what I want, and it's a friend's request!" Wisdom insisted.

Ximen Guanxi took ten Guyan pills and handed them to the old abbot, refusing to accept the fountain of life from Huixian, and Huixing insisted on accepting it. The two argued for a while, but Ximen Guanxi was disrespectful, so he had to say respectfully: "If the old abbot insists on accepting it from the junior, then the master and nephew have no choice but to be respectful and obey his fate!"

Hui Xian handed over the Fountain of Life to Simon Guanxi, said goodbye, and hurriedly curried favor with Huanyue.

In the early morning of the second day, Ximen Guanxi was woken up by a huge shout, and everyone outside the inn was shouting: "Ximen Guanxi, admit defeat, Ximen Guanxi, admit defeat!"

Ximen Guanxi rubbed his eyes and walked to the corridor to take a look outside, Lao Hua led a group of people shouting hard, some of those people were scoundrels, and some of them were crazy fans of Nangong Yunfeng.

Seeing Ximen Guanxi appear in the corridor, Lao Hua took the lead and shouted louder, and there were people on the left and right sides who pulled out two banners in red and black.

The banner on the left reads: "Ximen Guanxi, hurry up and admit defeat!"

The banner on the right reads: "Nangong Yunfeng, we love you!"

Ximen Guanxi looked at these people, and he had no choice but to look at his nose and nose, nose and eyes, and ignore them.

'Bang' Xiao Bai pushed open the door and jumped out, roared and jumped down in a wonderful arc.

"My mother, the beast is coming!" Lao Hua was so frightened that she peed her pants and ran away from home.

The crowd screamed and fled, lest they should be left behind.

Xiao Bai caught up with Lao Hua in two or three steps and pressed him to the ground, beat his nose and face to the ground, and stripped off his clothes and pants to cover his body, Lao Hua trembled all over, lying naked on the ground, howling miserably, and the liquid in his lower body kept drowning.

Xiaobai finished beating the old flower, and his body was like an arrow off the string, chasing the people who were running wildly. Blowing from afar, blowing a few unlucky ghosts around, Xiaobai rushed up in a few steps, beating them and stripping them naked, those unlucky ghosts were lying on the ground crying and convulsing and drowning.

"Handsome, heroic and mighty Big Brother Bai, you can let me go! I won't dare to do it again!" A thug witnessed several people being stripped naked and beaten, kneeling on the ground and trembling and begging Xiaobai's subordinates to show mercy!

'Snort, snort' Xiaobai showed no mercy, and that gangster was also stripped naked, and his body was beaten to a bruise and a purple patch!

There was only one woman who was not stripped naked, her upper body was stripped clean, her belly pocket was torn to pieces, she was wearing a pair of triangle red pants, squatting on the ground with her chest covered, crying and wiping her tears aggrievedly.

Bai Ying jumped on the wooden fence of the corridor, clapped her hands and praised: "Okay, good! Brother Bai beat them to death, they are not good people, they deserve it!"

"Harder, harder, bad guys, beat them to death!" Jin Hang looked at it very happily.

'Ang Ang Ang' stood upright on his blood-red hind legs, waving his hooves with his hands and feet.

Blood Red went to school on the wooden fence and Xiaobai beat people up to the fun, jumped down and pressed the old flower with the stinky butt that had just finished before he had time to wash, and desperately plucked his hair and lower body hair.

Every time the blood red hooves hit, the old flower would howl like a pig, and the hair was plucked out one by one.

When the blood red plucked the hair of his lower body, he pressed his face with his buttocks, and the old flower almost fainted, and the hair on his lower body was plucked clean, and the skin at the plucked place was red and bloodstained.

It's not fun to pluck the hair of the old flower in the fun of blood red, catch up with the unlucky ghosts lying on the ground and twitching, and scream happily and pull out their hair!

The following noise and pig-like shouts attracted a lot of onlookers, Nangong Yunfeng heard the howl of Lao Hua from a distance, and hurried over!

"Brother Nangong, they bully me!" Lao Hua's face was stinky, covering his bleeding lower body with torn clothes, trembling all over his body, and even his lips were trembling, and he said with a handful of snot and tears.

"Well beaten, it keeps people awake early in the morning!" said one of the onlookers.

"Xiaobai is so fierce!" said another onlooker.

"Porco Rosso is so playful, you see that guy has his hair pulled out!haha, it's funny!" A male cultivator explained to his partner next to him, pointing to the bruised bald head in the distance, next to the bald head was the black hair scattered all over the ground.

"Lao Hua doesn't cry, the big brother in the martial arts arena will seek justice for you!" Nangong Yunfeng endured the stench emanating from Lao Hua's body, and slapped his back to comfort him.

It's not humans who beat people, especially the blood pig is obviously playful, Nangong Yunfeng is not good at attacking, so as not to be laughed at for his lack of taste.

The ratio of Lu Yiqun and Meng Xuezhi is almost one to one, and the ratio of Nangong Yunfeng and Ximen Guanxi is as high as an astonishing 1,800 to 1!

Some wealthy people put hundreds of thousands or even millions of taels of silver on Meng Xuezhi, in order to win the beauty to look back and smile, or to further develop some wonderful and romantic love with the beauty, many rich people are thinking about it.

Lottery owners who have pressed more than 100,000 taels of silver have special reports on them on Xiuzhen Station and News Station, which is also an excellent way to seek fame.

The competition ring has long been surrounded by a sea of people, as a party to the competition Xuantianmen arranged a high platform stand with an excellent view of concrete, all the junior brothers and sisters stepped forward to encourage, Lu Yiqun hugged his fist to everyone, stepped on the sword light on the ring, the audience's eyes moved with the sword light, and the thunderous applause and shouts rang out.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Xuezhi stepped into the ring from another concrete high platform, and her stunning face and wonderful posture won bursts of applause.

"I'll do my best, Senior Sister Meng, be careful!" Lu Yiqun saluted.

"I will also do my best, Senior Brother Lu, you should be careful!" Meng Xuezhi returned the salute.

Both of them are peerless, and the game has not yet started, and the cheers from the audience are higher and higher.

'Ding', the bell of the game rang, Lu Yiqun raised his hand and raised his sword to attack, Meng Xuezhi was not afraid, and raised his sword to greet him.

'Ding, Ding, Ding' The two swords roared through the air, colliding with dazzling sparks.

Lu Yiqun had the upper hand in strength, and Meng Xuezhi was slightly better in dexterity.

"Meng Xuezhi, win! Meng Xuezhi, win!" Meng Xuezhi's male fans shouted like thunder.

"Come on Lu Yiqun, come on Lu Yiqun!" The voice cheering for Lu Yiqun was slightly weaker by three points.

The 'Huh' long sword slashed across Meng Xuezhi's right ear, and she was almost disfigured.

'Snort' Lu Yiqun was cut off with a quick cuff, and he almost broke his wrist.

The two people in the ring kept in danger, and the audience screamed again and again.

The two figures, one green and one blue, moved quickly on the competition platform, the stunning appearance of the woman in blue attracted pity, and the young man in Tsing Yi was jealous of the Quartet.

This side of the Xuantian Sword Technique is famous in the continent, and the Spiritual Void God has been passed down through the ages.

The masters in the two rings cast their spells, and the vitality of heaven and earth converged towards the two of them, and the wind howled around the ring.

"Witnessing the battle between the Xuantian Sword Technique and the Spirit Void God, I am fortunate in this life, I am fortunate in this life!" an old monk in the audience sighed with his white beard.

In the sword, Meng Xuezhi was in a state of mind, and a pair of eyes looked like a mysterious ball with blue light interlaced and flashing inside.

Lu Yiqun didn't dare to underestimate it, the tip of the sword shot out sharply during the operation of the Xuantian Sword Technique!

The performance of the two gods made the heavens and the earth different colors, and at the tip of Lu Yiqun's sword, the sharp light exploded into gravel, and the white thunder light from Meng Xuezhi's fingers was even more powerful, and the broken stone was the size of a palm.

Meng Xuezhi's thunder and lightning light was unguardable, and Lu Yiqun dodged in embarrassment, obviously out of disadvantage.

However, the light of thunder and lightning consumes a lot of true yuan's physical energy, and Meng Xuezhi wants to fight quickly, so as not to lose physical energy in the future.

With such an idea, Meng Xuezhi worked hard to urge the True Yuan, and her body was shrouded in a layer of blue light, and her wonderful appearance was like a Nine Heavens Fairy.

As Meng Xuezhi's momentum continued to rise, her body was full of light, like a god.

Suddenly, Meng Xuezhi seemed to have signs of a breakthrough, and under the attraction of the aura around her, the space changed, thunder and lightning flashed in the air, and the timid audience was frightened by the thunder overhead, and their legs trembled, lest they be implicated.

Lu Yiqun's divine sword carried a cold light, sometimes dodging the thunder light, sometimes bouncing the thunder light, and under the embarrassment, he actually supported the kung fu of a meal.

After the peak state, Meng Xuezhi's physical strength gradually became exhausted, the thunder light shot from her fingertips became a little smaller, her power was a little weaker, and the brewing time was also increased.

Lu Yiqun's situation is a little better, although he is still at a disadvantage, he can gradually carry out some counterattacks.

The competition continued, both sides were tired, but they didn't dare to relax, the sound of sword light and thunder and the shouts and screams of the audience were endless.

"Haha, Dream Beauty, Big Mimi, Absolutely Beautiful Mimi!" Several obscene screams sounded sharply, as if they were about to break through time and space.

Meng Xuezhi's figure squinted for a moment, and several evil cultivators unfolded a beauty in the air, it was the moment when she covered her breasts in the preliminary competition, the snow-white and moving Mimi was exposed, and the two red cherries were bright and emitting a seductive luster.

"Hahaha!" "Haha, good Mimi!" "Peerless Mimi!" The audience below all looked up at the huge beauty covering the shame in the sky, and the obscene waves screamed one after another.

Meng Xuezhi was extremely ashamed and angry, her breath was chaotic, she staggered back a few steps, and almost fell down with exhaustion.

Lu Yiqun took advantage of the situation, and pointed the tip of his sword in front of Meng Xuezhi's throat.

The low thunder and lightning above the ring were still flashing from time to time, reflecting Meng Xuezhi's incredible beauty.

"Senior Sister Meng didn't lose, Senior Sister Meng was distracted!" Lu Yiqun said lightly.

The wise abbot of the Silent Light Temple came to the stage and announced, Xuantianmen Lu Yiqun, win!

After the competition, some people were talking about Lu Yiqun's victory, but soon the focus of the entire continent was on the championship challenge, although the strength of the two players was so different.

I heard that the few evil cultivators who exhibited the beauty in the air were chopped into meat sauce and fed to Wang Ba after the competition, and I also heard that some angry people who pressed Meng Xuezhi to win did it.

There was still half an hour before the championship challenge began, and Ximen Guanxi walked out of the Yalai Inn majestically surrounded by a group of brothers and sisters in Xuantianmen.

A skinny male anchor waiting outside immediately grabbed the microphone and ran over, the skinny male anchor knows a little about cultivation, he is also a qi refiner, and he thinks that compared to Nangong Yunfeng, he is like an ant compared to a dragon, he very much doesn't understand why Ximen Guanxi, who is also a qi refiner, has the courage to challenge Yuanying Monk, and slanders him that he is either crazy or very crazy.

"May I ask you a question, do you have a chance of winning the upcoming match?" asked the skinny male anchor, his eyes full of disdain.

"I hope to win the game!" Ximen Guanxi's tone was very light.

The thin male anchor sneered with a sneer, and asked in a playful tone: "Now allow me to relay a seemingly rude question, and the most asked question by the audience, do you admit defeat now, or do you plan to fall into the ring after breaking your hands and feet after going on the field?"

"No comment, no comment!" Ximen Guanxi was surrounded by a group of brothers and sisters, Tong Hao rudely interrupted the male anchor's words, and slapped him in place for a long time before fainting to the ground!

There were more than 100,000 people crowded in front of the ring in the afternoon Championship Challenge, and if you add in the spectators holding binoculars in the distance, there should be hundreds of thousands. A few days ago, Nangong Yunfeng's die-hard fans lived under the ring with tents to compete for positions, and then there were more people grabbing positions, and the tents couldn't be put down, so everyone slept under the ring!

The left and right sides of the ring are flanked by tall concrete stands, and as a participant, Xuantianmen is assigned to the stands on the left side of the hand. When Ximen Guanxi came to the high platform from a distance, he was side by side with Xuan Lingzi, which caused a lot of commotion from the audience below, and everyone looked up, thinking that Xuan Lingzi was puffing up a ball of qi to envelop him over, otherwise how could a qi refiner control the sky.

Xuantian Sect Leader Xuan Zheng and Ximen Mingyue, Yi Xin and others also came to the stand, Yi Xin's appearance and her identity as a lotus monk really made the long-tongued audience discuss.

Lu Yiqun took a group of juniors and sisters to drive the sword light, followed the head Xuanzheng and landed in the stands, and the people from Xuantianmen arrived.

The competition hasn't started yet, and Nangong Yunfeng hasn't arrived yet, and the talkative audience is talking a lot.

"A person like a pig can compete with Nangong Shaoxia, even if he loses, it can be regarded as a supreme glory!" A male cultivator obviously admired Nangong Yunfeng very much.

"Lao Tzu's cultivation at the peak of Jindan, he thinks that he is not the enemy of Nangong Shaoxia's three moves, he is a qi refiner, and he also wants to challenge Nangong Shaoxia, it's just a fool's dream!" An evil cultivator with a full face of flesh also admired Nangong Yunfeng very much.

"I heard that Ximen Mingyue wanted to cover up that he had his Taoist Yixin, so he said that he was not a son, only that he was an apprentice!" a spectator sneered.

"If it's an apprentice, why should you have the surname Ximen with him! There are no three hundred taels of silver here!" said a person next to him.

"Oh, if there is a father, there must be a son, and his father is so hypocritical, it is not a good thing to think that he will come to Simon Guanxi!" another person chimed in.

A person pointed to the figure coming from the sky, and shouted excitedly: "Look, everyone, Nangong Shaoxia is here!"

"Sure enough, it's Nangong Shaoxia, everyone applaud and greet you!" shouted a die-hard fan.

Nangong Yunfeng's appearance was really big, and the audience burst into applause and shouts and screams. Most of the more than 100,000 people crowded in front of the ring were his fans, and there were only a hundred or two hundred supporters of Ximen Guanxi, and the momentum at the scene was one-sided! Who called Ximen Guanxi just a mere qi refiner! Who would be stupid enough to call Ximen Guanxi an ant in a duel with the divine dragon!

"Nangong Shaoxia, all my family property of 80,000 taels of silver will be pressed to you to win!" a hardcore male fan shouted and confessed.

"Nangong Shaoxia, all my family property of 200,000 taels of silver will be pressed to win you!" another die-hard female fan shouted and confessed.

Nangong Yunfeng stood firm on the high platform, his demeanor was peerless, and he clasped his fists and shouted to the audience below: "Nangong Yunfeng would like to thank you for your love, and you will definitely not be disappointed!"

The female cultivator saw Nangong Yunfeng's handsome face, heard his magnetic voice, and bit her fingers and screamed exhaustedly.

Under the leadership of Nangong Xian, some of the monks of the Nebula Gate were in the sky, and some landed on the high platform on the right with sword light, and soon the monks of the Nebula Gate also arrived.

Standing firmly, Nangong Xian looked thoughtfully at the stands on this side of Xuantianmen, and said, "I think that Ximen Guanxi is not simple, Feng'er should not be impetuous, it is better to be careful!"

Nangong Yunfeng's expression was full of indifference, and he said: "Dad, your son is also considered to be in the middle and upper ranks among the Yuanying cultivators, and he is afraid of a qi refiner, doesn't saying it make people laugh and lose their big teeth?"

"But he can control the sky, this is strange, Feng'er is careful!" Nangong Xian said seriously,

Nangong Yunfeng didn't look down on this opponent at all, and said with a big grin: "What's so great about Yukong, or his mother was raped by some beasts, there are some beasts who can be Yukong, maybe they were inherited by him! I said Dad, isn't he just a qi refiner, as for making you nervous like this, growing the morale of others, and destroying your own prestige!"

Isn't he just a qi refiner! Nangong Xian also felt that he was a little too careful, and walked to the front of the stage and waved to the audience below.

When everyone in the audience saw the peerless elegance of the Xingyun Sect Sect, they couldn't help clapping their hands and shouting: "Nangong Sect is good!" "Nangong Sect is healthy!"

Someone else shouted loudly: "Nangong is in charge of the righteous path leader!"

Nangong Xian was fluttering by them, and kept waving to the people below.

On the side of the Xuantianmen stand, a monk who was close to the stand and was quite strong raised his head and shouted: "Boy, admit defeat as soon as possible, we won't give way to you, and you won't be able to get on the stage to see how you compete!"

"Hey, would you like to take a wooden ladder and walk across the ring?" a mocking voice shouted, followed by laughter!

"Hey, hey, is there such a long wooden ladder!, if so, be careful that the wooden ladder is broken!" said a friars, jokingly.

"I won't let my senior brother send you on stage with a sword light, right! Do you want someone to send you on stage, and you still have the face to participate in the competition?"

The game is about to start, and Ximen Guanxi's figure rises from the stands of Xuantianmen!

"Wow, how does this idiot look like Yukong, it can't be hanging with wire!" said one spectator, pointing and exclaiming.

"What? Did you see that he had a wire hanging from his body? How could it be, the Qi Refiner could control the sky!" another viewer was also surprised.

"How is it possible, use the high-powered telescope to see if there is a wire hanging on him, it's strange!" another skeptical voice.

"Fool, if it is hung with wire, where is it fixed?" a clever monk apparently disagreed with the statement of hanging wire!

"Wow! Strange! He actually flew up, did he have a rotating blade behind him!" a guessing voice said.

"Just kidding, the rotating blades imported from the West have to burn oil, and the 'boom' sound is very loud!" replied a man next to him.

"I guess he's carrying a booster that spews colorless gas behind him, and I've seen this new thing imported from the West!" said one of the monks with certainty.

"Wow, there is no booster, so how did he step in the air, just a qi refiner!" A spectator used a high-powered telescope to see Simon Guanxi's back.

Have you seen Xiuzhentai's interview with the Hehuan Sect Delusion Huan Sect, and Huan Huan said that he had met an immortal, could it be that the Tianxiao Immortal blessed him with mana?" another guessing voice said.

"I think it's possible, unless it's an immortal's trick, it seems that Delusion is not bragging!" a voice chimed in.

In the midst of boos and doubts, Ximen Guanxi Yukong landed in the ring, his eyebrows full of confidence.

After a while, Nangong Yunfeng also rose into the sky, and flew to the ring amid applause and cheers, and some hardcore supported monks were still shouting and scattering flowers in the sky with sword light.

Nangong Yunfeng fell down in the ring, many spectators beat gongs and drums and shouted to show fanatical support, and in the noisy drums, a group of people shouted neatly: "Nangong Yunfeng will win, Nangong Yunfeng will win!"

"Listen, none of the audience is optimistic about you, do you still have the confidence to be able to beat me? or admit defeat now, and be able to avoid the pain of flesh and skin!" Nangong Yunfeng said proudly.

"It's better than not knowing, it's better than knowing!" Simon Guanxi is neither humble nor boastful.

"Okay, well, then we'll wait for the competition to start!" Nangong Yunfeng said lightly.

"Hey, why are you also wearing Confucian Qingyi and colliding with Nangong Shaoxia!" For the shouts of the audience, Ximen Guanxi had no choice but to turn a deaf ear.

"Zhu Qian wears a dress and learns from Nangong Shaoxia, and he is embarrassed to compete with others!" said an audience member, shaking his head.

"Let's support Nangong Shaoxia, it's not easy to say that Ximen Gongzi learns to wear clothes from him!"

The sound in the distance in the sky is getting louder and louder, the old flower's red and swollen face is wrapped in bandages, wearing a wig, carrying the rotating wind blades imported from the West 'rumbling' loudly appeared in the sky in front of the ring, grabbing one end of a vertical banner with red cloth and black characters with his hand, and the other end of the banner is falling heavy objects floating in the air, each black word on the banner is the size of a human head, and it is written: "Ximen Guanxi, quickly admit defeat, kneel down and kiss Nangong Yunfeng's leather boots!"

The audience who heard the loud noise in the air all raised their heads and looked at it, and when they saw the banner, they all burst into laughter, and shouted neatly according to the words, converging into a louder and louder wave!

Xuan Lingzi was angry when he saw it, and a golden light shot out from the dot of his fingers, cutting off the strap of the old flower carrying the rotating wind blade, and the old flower howled loudly and grabbed his hands and feet and fell down, fortunately Nangong Xian threw the soft belt and rolled him over, otherwise the lightest would have been disabled for life.

Lao Hua was rescued by Nangong Xian to the stands, he was beaten hard by Xiaobai and Xuehong, and he was so angry in his heart that he wanted to poke the sky into a hole.

Lao Hua didn't think enough trouble, grabbed the megaphone and shouted: "Do you know why Ximen Guanxi, a qi refiner, can control the sky, he is not a human, he is a mongrel, and his father is a beast!"

Ximen Guanxi looked angrily in the direction of Lao Hua, and shouted angrily: "Lao Hua, you don't fart, your father is a beast!"

"Don't admit it, then tell me why you are in the sky!"

Many viewers are right when they think about it, if his father is a beast, then it is logical that he can control the sky. Some heaven and earth beasts were born with the talent of controlling the sky, and he probably inherited such an ability.

"Beasts, beasts!" some evil cultivators shouted unconcernedly, lest the world be in chaos.

An evil cultivator shouted loudly: "If his father is a flying ape, then he has inherited his father's natural supernatural powers, and he will naturally be able to control the sky." But his face must be covered with hair, maybe he plucked the hair off his face!"

"Hahaha, it's reasonable, it's classic!" There was a burst of unbridled laughter from the audience.

After this teasing, Ximen Guanxi was very annoyed! Even if the strength was equal to that of the opponent, when the momentum of the whole audience fell, the momentum was lost, and the result of the game was more losses and fewer wins!

Shen Wansan was so nervous at home that his legs trembled and stared at the live broadcast of the TV machine, lest Ximen Guanxi lose the game and take five percent of his family property, at least these silver games for five hundred years will not be spent.

With a 'ding', the bell of the game finally rang.

"Senior Brother Nangong, please!" Ximen Guanxi made a starting salute.

Nangong Yunfeng didn't return the salute either, opened the folding fan with a 'snap', gently fanned the wind on his neck, and looked at Ximen Guanxi with a smile, as if the family elders were looking at the ignorant child, and said lightly: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

That demeanor is like that, Ximen Guanxi is like an apprentice, and Nangong Yunfeng is like a master.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, isn't this game just a lesson for seniors and adults for children!

"Everyone said that Nangong Shaoxia let him make ten moves, or a hundred moves!" Lao Hua grabbed the megaphone and shouted.

"A hundred moves, a hundred moves!" replied with a hissing voice from the audience.

"That's good, that's good! Since everyone wants me to make a hundred moves, then I'll let a hundred moves!" Nangong Yunfeng said with a grin, his voice was not loud but full of anger, and everyone in the audience heard it.

"Nangong Shaoxia, mighty, mighty!" the audience shouted wave after wave.

Among the 1,000 spectators, there was less than one supporter of Simon Guanxi, and the cheers were overwhelming.

The competition began, Ximen Guanxi stabbed him with a strong shot, Nangong Yunfeng lightly blocked it with a fan, jumped to Ximen Guanxi's back in the direction of the gun, and gently hit his head with a fan bone.

Ximen Guanxi's body trembled, and he thought that Nangong Yunfeng would use gravity to blow his head, but he didn't expect that he just patted it lightly like an elder slapping a child's head.

Seeing that his first move was the key to the head, the audience erupted in laughter.

Ximen Guanxi roared, turned his head and stabbed him suddenly, Nangong Yunfeng's body was slightly deviated, let go of the shot that stabbed him in the chest, turned around and came behind Ximen Guanxi, and hit him on the shoulder with a fan.

Ximen Guanxi's body trembled, roaring angrily, and stabbing again and again. Nangong Yunfeng obviously waited for the tip of his spear to stab before moving, and easily dodged each time.

The audience watched Nangong Yunfeng laughing and dodging the shadow of the gun, playing the stupid talent who didn't know the height of the sky like a cat and mouse, where is this martial arts competition, this is more like a funny play.

Shen Wansan couldn't see it, of course Shen Wansan could see it, Nangong Yunfeng didn't take him seriously.

"It's a mistake, it's a mistake, it's a mistake!" Shen Wansan beat his chest in pain, and it seemed that five percent of the family property that had been pressed into it had been lost.

"Nangong Yunfeng has already let him make thirty-eight moves! Ximen Guanxi's shouting shows his impatience and helplessness, looking at Nangong Shaoxia's laughing expression, you know that he has no pressure at all, and he can play with his opponent so easily, it can be seen that his cultivation has reached the realm of unfathomable return to the basics, and there is no doubt that he is the first person of the younger generation!" Miao Feijiao opened her snow-white chest, standing on the telescopic arm of the high-altitude iron as a live broadcast commentator, the wind blew on her body and gave goosebumps straight up, looking down at the head of the audience under black pressure, the fear of heights made Miao Feijiao's legs and stomach tremble, and her voice trembled a little because of fear, but in order to save money to buy a good house for Zhou Laoxiu, she had to fight.

'Huhuhu' Ximen Guanxi danced hard and poked the gun east and west, and he never touched the corner of Nangong Yunfeng's clothes!

"Nangong Shaoxia, mighty, Nangong Shaoxia, the most handsome!"

Seeing that the stabbing gun couldn't help Nangong Yunfeng, Ximen Guanxi changed the stab to sweep, and danced Ruan Jun with brute force, and the shadow of the gun formed a silver light curtain.

"Good, good marksmanship!" the few shouted for Simon Guanxi, drowned out in a huge wave of sound, and could not be heard at all.

Nangong Yunfeng's hip-hop expression was slightly restrained, and he used subtle body techniques to dodge the sweeping gunshots.

"You just have a lot of strength, you don't know how thick the sky is!" Nangong Yunfeng didn't forget to evaluate his opponent when he dodged.

"Nangong Shaoxia has already made seventy moves!" Miao Feijiao was still explaining in real time.

Seeing that the sweeper couldn't help Nangong Yunfeng, Ximen Guanxi put his body up in the air and condescendingly swept the spear.

"Is it only you who can control the sky?" Nangong Yunfeng dodged underground for a few rounds, and also flew up in the sky, and all of a sudden Ximen Guanxi's advantage was gone.

In the air, Ximen Guanxi was chasing Nangong Yunfeng's stabbing spear, and suddenly, when he turned around, Ximen Guanxi put the magic weapon Bi Toad Crystal Crown on his head.

"Green, something!" "Green hat!" the audience let out an exclamation.

Nangong Yunfeng only felt that there was a green thing shaking on his head, and his figure quickly dodged it.

"Oops, something green is shaking in my head, and it's actually a conspiracy. Let me tell you, no matter what conspiracy you have, you are vulnerable in the face of absolute power!" Nangong Yunfeng kept dodging, and looked back at his opponent with disdain.

Ximen Guanxi put the green blue toad crystal crown on Nangong Yunfeng's head more than ten times, and each time it was easily flashed.

"Wow, cuckold!" "Magic cuckold!" the audience began to chatter.

"I've already given you ninety moves, after a hundred moves, don't blame me for fighting back!" Nangong Yunfeng said unceremoniously.

"Ninety-eight moves, I'll kick you down in two more moves!" Nangong Yunfeng said again, and his voice was full of energy, and every audience member could hear it clearly.

Suddenly, when Nangong Yunfeng turned around, when Nangong Yunfeng's psychology was a little relaxed, Ximen Guanxi's speed accelerated several times, yes, it was several times, not a fraction, and he put the green hat on his head steadily, and instantly Nangong Yunfeng's mind 'buzzed'.

The screen of the magic machine shook, and a cyan figure was kicked off the stage.

"It's over, five percent of the family's wealth, the snow-white breasted flower girl, it's gone all of a sudden!" Shen Wansan beat his chest and howled.

Concubine Miao proudly held up her snow-white big breasts, and said excitedly: "After giving up a full hundred moves, Nangong Shaoxia kicked Ximen Guanxi down like a dead dog in one fell swoop!"

Hearing Miao Feijiao's explanation, the audience in the audience became excited, and crazy roars filled the audience.

"Hahaha, Ximen Guanxi was kicked out of the competition platform!" a die-hard fan of Nangong Yunfeng laughed.

"Nangong Shaoxia got into a position and kicked him out like a dead dog!" the other chimed in.

"My God, it's not true, Nangong Yunfeng was kicked out of the ring by Ximen Guanxi!" An audience member widened his eyes in disbelief.

"I'll fuck your mother, don't slander here, it's Ximen Guanxi who was kicked out of the ring like a dead dog by Nangong Shaoxia!" Hearing the voice of slandering Nangong Yunfeng, a male cultivator wanted to beat the bastard who was talking nonsense.

Some people obviously saw Nangong Yunfeng being kicked out of the ring, and when they heard Miao Feijiao's explanation, they thought they were dazzled.

"Ah no, the one on the stage is Ximen Guanxi! Nangong Shaoxia was kicked out of the competition platform like a dead dog, ah no, Nangong Shaoxia was honored to be kicked down, ah no, Nangong Shaoxia was negligent and was actually kicked down!" Concubine Miao looked at Ximen Guanxi's cold expression on the stage stupidly, explained incoherently, and finally found a suitable adjective.

When Nangong Yunfeng was kicked down, the filming person's hands trembled, causing the live broadcast to be unclear.

When Nangong Yunfeng was kicked down, Miao Feijiao's nerves couldn't react for a while, resulting in an error in the commentary.

After Ximen Guanxi kicked Nangong Yunfeng out of the ring, his back was in the direction of most of the audience, so much so that many viewers couldn't figure out who it was.

Both of them were dressed in Tsing Yi dressed as Confucian scholars, which also made it easy for the audience to mistake who was kicked out of the stage.

Everyone subconsciously thought that Ximen Guanxi would lose, and Nangong Yunfeng would undoubtedly win the competition.

"It's true, it was Nangong Shaoxia who carelessly underestimated the enemy, Nangong Shaoxia was put on a green hat and kicked out of the competition platform!" Miao Feijiao repeatedly explained to the audience present, and explained to the audience in front of the TV machine that she misled the audience at first, and was afraid that she would be deducted from her salary or even fired if she died.

Miao Feijiao even planned to ask the boss Shen Wansan to the bed tonight, and moaned hard under him, so that you could make up for the mistake you just made.

Shen Wansan was crazy, with the investment of five percent of the family property, he earned 90 times the family property, and immediately became the richest man in the mainland.

Nangong Yunfeng's die-hard fans are crazy, and all the people who have suppressed Nangong Yunfeng's family property are crazy, and the entire continent is crazy.

Nangong Yunfeng was cuckolded and kicked out of the ring, and this picture was repeated on the Xiuzhen Station, the News Station, and the Information Station.