The promotion of ancient martial arts begins with killing a cow with one punch

"Sir, I wonder if you can go out?"

The woman in the room spoke, she didn't want to continue to raise her hand to surrender.

"Why should I go out?" Li Mubai looked at him with a smile.

Judging by the dress of the other party, it should be a doctor or a nurse, but judging by the two people beside her, the identity of this person is somewhat interesting.

In addition, on the small cart not far away, some needle tubes appeared, and the flashing medicines of different colors aroused Li Mubai's curiosity.

"These things are for him, not for you."

"Oh. Let me see."

Ignoring the woman's gaze, Li Mubai picked up a potion and sniffed it.

In an instant, he felt that this seemed to be a weakened version of the elixir, but it seemed to have a lot of side effects.

As for the elixir, he has already taken a lot, every day, even sometimes a lot.

So I am very sensitive to this kind of thing that is composed of elixir, that is, aura.

"You need to hit this thing?"

"Yes." Wrestling King nodded, indicating that he had fought.

Frowning, Li Mubai was a little surprised.

He is like this. Could it be that those great master-level powerhouses, those non-human beings, use this kind of external force to become stronger?
What Li Mubai thought was almost true.

For some people, aura is just a kind of medicine. After purification, it can be used by warriors to enhance the strength of warriors. The only disadvantage may be that there is too little aura, and the addition is enough for most warriors to bear.

Warriors who can take more medicine will become stronger every time, and it is also their biggest cash cow and their biggest capital.

This is the simplest and most effective way to control the wrestling king's children.

"You go out."

"you……"

"go out."

Under Li Mubai's scolding, the three left the room, while Li Mubai turned to look at the Wrestling King.

"Do you know about the death letter!"

"Death letter? What's that?"

The confusion on the wrestling king's face was not fake, but real. He really didn't know what the death letter was.

Hearing this answer, Li Mubai nodded.

"You have a grudge against Xie Xingwen, right?" Wrestling King said slowly.

"some."

"Then you have to be careful, he gave me a sum of money, let me beat you, even if I can't beat you, I have to hurt you, in this case, the other party will give me more money, originally I was going to refuse Yes, but the other party gave too much money, and in order to save the child, I had to do as I did..."

In the mouth of the wrestling king, all the antecedents and follow-ups of this battle came out.

In the beginning, in order to make money, he naturally joined the Martial Arts Association and became one of the strongest members of the Martial Arts Association. In addition, because of his strong strength, the people in the association were a little optimistic, and together with Xie Xingwen, he became the trump card of the Northeast Martial Arts Association.

And the king of wrestling for money also agreed to Xie Xingwen's request and spent money to fight fake matches.

This kind of behavior is wrong, but the wrestling king is not considered a pure warrior, he just wants to make money, make money, not shabby.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"After I recover from my injury, I may have to work for others, earn enough money, and then exchange for my child." When the wrestling king talked about the child, there was a happy smile on his face.

This kind of smile is very pure, just like the expression of a father facing his son and a mother facing her child.

Father's love, mother's love, this is the simplest and the first feeling.

Hearing this, Li Mubai really wanted to ask, what if the other party doesn't let him go if the money is enough?
A non-human combat power like the Wrestling King is extremely strong. Isn't it too simple to use it for profit?
It is estimated that the guys behind them want to control the wrestling king all the time, and let the wrestling king become their pawn, controlling forever.

In this case, the time will be too long, and at the same time, it is unknown whether the wrestling king can persist to that point.

That kind of medicine is poisonous, even if it is a pill, it is impossible to eat it indefinitely, there is a limit.

But Li Mubai didn't ask, he knew that once he asked this question, the Wrestling King couldn't have missed it, he just blocked himself temporarily.

For the sake of his children, he gave up a lot of things.

"Look, this is my son, is my son smiling happily?"

Wrestling King took out a photo and lifted it up for Li Mubai to see.

Among the bandages, a photo appeared.

In the photo, a little boy about ten years old showed an innocent smile and looked forward with a smile.

Is this the child of the King of Wrestling?

Those guys were really despicable.

The moment Li Mubai saw the child's smile, his heart tightened and he felt very uncomfortable.

What he wanted to do, wanted to give the Wrestling King money.

But looking at the determination in the wrestling king's eyes, he knew that if he gave money at this time, the wrestling king would not accept it.

He would rather make money by himself than accept charity from others.

Everyone has a bottom line, and the bottom line of the wrestling king may be children, or he may not accept charity.

This is a persistent person, but also a very stubborn guy.

If he didn't persist and be stubborn, he wouldn't be able to get to where he is today.

On the 24th floor of the Sun Hotel, Xie Xingwen was sitting on a chair. Opposite him, several old men appeared.

If the sword king is here, he will know that those old men are the top executives of the Northeast Martial Arts Association, and they also hold the direction and power of the Martial Arts Association.

"Xingwen, can you defeat Li Mubai? The king of wrestling has already been defeated. This is a huge problem for our association."

"If you can't defeat Li Mubai, then we need to make some preparations in advance. This is a very troublesome thing."

"That guy, where did Li Mubai come from? Why did he go against our association!"

The old people spoke one after another, accusing Li Mubai of making trouble, and then looked at Xie Xingwen with calm eyes.

As the old people who are in charge of the Northeast Martial Arts Association, they have seen too much. When the sword king was around, they were already calling the wind and calling the rain. They have the final say in the entire northern martial arts world. Although they are old now, they have connections. Even more terrifying.

"I have confidence! I can definitely beat him!"

Standing up, exuding a powerful aura, Xie Xingwen became even stronger, but a wound appeared on his jaw, and spots of red flowed out.

This is hurt?
No, it seems to be broken.

"Don't let us down."

"If you fail and want to enter the top level of the association, you'd better not think about it."

"Overcoming your opponent is your only hope."

The old people saw Xie Xingwen's wound, but they didn't say anything. After explaining, they left the room directly.

After everyone left, Xie Xingwen stretched out his hand and covered his chin.

"A group of old guys, don't give me a chance, or I will kill you all." His eyes became violent, and at the same time his pupils turned golden.

At the location of his wound, the originally red blood suddenly turned golden, and his blood turned into golden liquid.

The strength is increasing, and the confidence is also increasing infinitely.

Greed, desire, and negative emotions are occupying Xie Xingwen's mind.