Chapter 60 Ring (Congratulations to the leader of Satan under the moonlight!)
Sanyuan City, the eighth day of August.
The martial arts league held a meeting, and many martial arts masters gathered together.
"Hello, Brother Zhang!"
"Mr. Hu took another concubine a few days ago, and his prestige remains the same as before!"
"Isn't this Mr. Ximen from Gale Feng Martial Arts? He even came!"
…
Fang Xi stood aside, mingling with other frustrated martial arts masters, too lazy to brag about each other in business.
Those big martial arts halls dominate the martial arts league and establish so-called rules, which are actually raising the threshold and embarrassing them, the latecomers.
Youjian Martial Art Museum had a poor business before, which has a lot to do with it.
Mu Canglong was also in the crowd, with a happy face, chatting with another female curator in her forties, but she didn't recognize Fang Xi.
After all, Fang Xi now has a cold face on her face.
With the four-step martial artist's ability to change muscles and bones, coupled with the small tricks of an immortal cultivator, even a master can't recognize his disguise.
The place where they are located is the 'Huifeng Building' in Sanyuan City.
This building is not only magnificently built, but also presents a "Hui"-shaped structure, with boxes on all sides surrounding a huge stage in the middle.
It can be used for song and dance performances, or it can be used for... martial arts!
After some humility, many martial arts masters took their seats.
With a flash of his figure, an old man with white beard and white hair and red sarcoma on his forehead jumped onto the ring and clasped his fists in all directions: "Everyone... Our Wumeng gathering today is to select the 'Eight Steeds'...Anyone who is willing , Martial arts apprentices under the age of twenty can sign up, and the contest will determine the winner!"
This 'Eight Horses' is not only a good name, but also means that it can get the full support of the Wumeng League, and it can also increase the popularity of its own martial arts in the future, which has many benefits.
Therefore, the competition is very fierce.
Aoki representing Youjian Martial Arts School, naturally signed up early and waited for the ring.
"In the first round, see Yang Jian from Qingxuan Martial Arts Hall, against Pan Miaomiao from Aquarius Martial Arts Hall!"
Fang Xi didn't move in all directions, sitting on the grand master's chair, drinking tea while watching the opening of the competition on the ring.
"Aquarius Martial Arts actually sent a woman to play?"
A white-haired martial arts master next to him couldn't help but marvel.
"Brother Zhao doesn't know, this Pan Miaomiao is a warrior with three changes in energy and blood!"
A nearby martial arts master introduced to Master Zhao: "This woman is practicing the 'Aquarius Seal' of the Aquarius Martial Arts Gym. This martial art is mysterious and profound. It is said that it is far beyond ordinary third-rate martial arts, and has reached the level of second-rate martial arts. .”
Sure enough, without three tricks, Pan Miaomiao knocked Yang Jian off the ring and won the first competition simply and neatly.
"Master, they all play so fast!"
Qing Sang watched a group of people on the stage come on stage, and the winner was quickly determined, she couldn't help it.
"Naturally... Qi and blood martial arts, martial arts are first-tier, and actual combat is extremely high! After all, martial arts practitioners like me pay attention to one move to control the enemy... Once you go on stage and fight more than 30 moves, there is no difference between the winner and the loser. Fake it!"
Fang Xi put down her teacup and taught the students.
"This curator Fang, he hit the nail on the head." The curator Zhao next to him couldn't help but his eyes lit up when he heard this: "Where does your martial arts hall teach students?"
"Fang Leng, opened a martial arts gym." Fang Xi smiled slightly.
"Is there a martial arts gym?" Master Zhao blushed, even though he claimed to have a lot of knowledge, he still hadn't heard of the name of the martial arts gym, so he could only make a fool of himself.
At this time, I heard the old man with sarcoma shouting: "The next game... there is Aoki in the martial arts gym, and Song Sifei in the Dapeng martial arts gym!"
"Go!"
Fang Xi said to Aoki, who was stupidly beside him.
"oh!"
Aoki's eyes were dull, he agreed, walked to the side of the ring, and climbed up...
"Uh, this..."
Master Zhao looked at Aoki with some pity: "Is this kid stupid? The steps are right next to it..."
In fact, most of these young warriors used their agility to jump up in order to look handsome.
People like Aoki are really rare...
Qing Sang knew, however, that this is Dui who is so beautiful in his heart, he doesn't care what the outside world thinks of him, if the master asks him to go on stage, he will go on stage, if the master asks him to fight, he will fight!
"please!"
Song Sifei was wearing a blue bunt, showing his muscular arms. Seeing Aoki on stage, a gleam of joy flashed in his eyes.
After the referee announced the opening, his arms were like the wind, and he threw the Dapeng Iron Wing Fist at Aoki!
In his opinion, it was lucky to meet such an opponent who couldn't even jump into the ring in the first match!
"ah!"
The next moment, before Song Sifei came back to his senses, he felt a pain in his chest, and he was blown out of the ring.
"How...how did I lose?"
There was a hint of doubt on his face, he couldn't figure out how he lost to that little fool?
"Um?"
"True Power?"
"Musha?"
Except for those well-informed big martial arts and high-level officials, the rest of the small martial arts are a little stunned.
"Who is this person? He is so young, he has been promoted to a martial artist!"
Mu Canglong couldn't believe it, and said to Zhang Mingding next to him: "This person is your archenemy, if you meet him, you can admit defeat!"
"Is... really that strong?"
Zhang Mingding also won a game, and he was a bit unconvinced.
"Not only is he strong, but his talent... is probably only comparable to your big brother Fang Xi." Mu Canglong sighed, wondering where that talented big disciple has gone now?
…
"Master Ximen, please take a look!"
In the largest private room in the Huifeng Building, an old man with thick palm joints and a mighty appearance, smoking a golden pipe, silently watched Aoki end.
Beside , a middle-aged martial artist bowed and said: "This is that Qingmu, just like Zhang Mingding, all from a small martial arts gym..."
"Hmph, Baiyun Martial Arts Hall is nothing more than that. There is a martial arts hall here that dares to open without even visiting the mountain. It obviously doesn't take us seriously!"
Another rich martial artist stroked his two beards with a smile. He is Ximen He, the master of Liefeng Martial Arts, and also the son of Mr. Ximen: "It's just luck, I picked up a genius, but there are still people in the alliance who want to win him over." Training... Please rest assured, father, the son has already done his hands and feet in today's lottery, and there are arrangements over there to ensure that the kid will be carried off the ring in the next round!"
"Ahe!"
Master Ximen suddenly stared.
He is like an old farmer in the country when he is comfortable, but when he shows his power, he looks like a king of anger, making Ximen dare not breathe: "Father..."
"I said earlier, don't use such dirty tricks, it will damage the style of our Ximen family. A small martial arts gym can close the door with a raise of your hand. Why use such dirty tricks?" Mr. Ximen shook his head: "What's more...you don't understand the general trend!"
"General trend?" Ximenhe was a little surprised.
"That's right... The Wumeng is too chaotic and needs to be consolidated. This is the meaning of the higher-ups." The old man Ximen slowly added shredded tobacco to the smoking pot: "Although the Huang family is gone, there is still the Qian family... they have gone through their Lu Zi, what is a trivial matter like this? What kind of Qingmu is that? From now on, it will be your own dog. To deal with your own dog, do you need to kill it directly? Waste!"
"The Qian family, one of the four great families, supports us?" Ximen closed his eyes and said, "Then what is there to be afraid of... Haha, it's still old man, you are so clever!"
Now, he can't wait to see the mournful faces of those opponents.
…
"Dumb, good job."
Duan got off the ring, still looking like he was out of his mind.
But the curator Zhao next to Fang Xi couldn't sit still: "Brother Fang...I have a granddaughter who is twenty-eight years old and has come of age. Do you want to get married?"
Fang Xi also laughed and dealt with it.
Qing Sang patted Ah-Dai on the shoulder: "Qing Mu, you're doing well... come, eat a meat bun, it will be more exciting to play!"
While talking, he took out a paper bag, and the steamed stuffed bun inside was still steaming.
"Brother..."
Aoki glanced at Qingsang, chomped on the meat buns, showing a childlike smile.
"The next game... Aoki of Youjian Martial Arts Gym, against the West Gate Bell of Gale Feng Martial Arts Gym!"
At this time, the sarcoid old man on the ring yelled again.
"It's your turn again, brother Fang, although your apprentice has high martial arts skills, but your luck is not very good..."
Master Zhao shook his head: "Ximen Zhong is the son of the master Ximen He of Liefeng Martial Arts Gym. He taught him by hand, and his martial arts has also entered the real power early..."
"Go!"
Fang Xi looked calm, and said to Dumb.
Dai nodded, and entered the ring, facing a young man in red clothes, his face was full of arrogance: "Aoki, right? If I don't knock you out of the ring within twenty strokes, I will take your surname!"
…
Under the ring.
"Master! A man in black came to me before and asked me to secretly put this medicinal powder in Dumb's food!"
Qing Sang struggled a bit, then suddenly came to Fang Xi's side, and handed over a yellow paper bag: "I'm useless..."
"Well, Dumb knows it too. After all, you used to call him Dumb, and you didn't call him Aoki."
Fang Xi nodded, put away the paper bag, and casually identified it: "Fenjinsan? It's amazing...Does this mean that my apprentice died in the ring?"
"What? Dumb him?" Qing Sang retreated a few steps as if struck by lightning.
"Don't worry, Dumb has always believed in you, otherwise why would you eat buns?"
Fang Xi laughed, looking at the ring.
On the arena, figures were flying, and a dozen moves were passed in the blink of an eye.
"Damn, you forced me to do this."
Ximen Zhong has been forced to the ring, with a hideous face and hands like wind:
"Secret Technique·Fire Mountain Palm!"
His palms turned crimson in an instant, and they were shot in succession like a ghost, and the sky was full of crimson palm shadows.
"not good!"
Under the stage, Mu Canglong was terrified: "This is the secret ultimate move of Gale Feng Martial Arts, if you execute it, you will be killed or injured!"
Many old people have already closed their eyes unbearably.
The next moment, I saw that Dumb's feet seemed to take root, and he slapped out his palm slowly.
This palm is neither amazing nor subtle, it's just right!
Snapped!
This palm escaped the palm shadows all over the sky, and directly imprinted on Ximen Zhong's chest, knocking him off the ring.
Ximen stood there with a dazed expression.
Suddenly!
boom!
There was a **** hole in his back, countless internal organs mixed with bones, splashing out like an explosion!
Secret Technique·Hunyuan Wuji!
(end of this chapter)