The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 120

Ever since Mo Rang sent Li Xuan flying with a punch, the knights present always looked at him with such a strange look in their eyes.

Such a thin woman turned out to be a boxing master!
At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and there were crowds of people outside the arena, and there were many discussions.

The battle just now ignited the passion of the knights, each gearing up to win and become famous.

This is the best Vanity Fair, and also the best testing ground.

As soon as Xu Weize raised his hand, he saw a young man with a shiny forehead, as thin as a stick, and a plain blue dress.

The young man's eyes were bright, and he held a black wooden lottery tube in his hand and explained: "Everyone! Let me tell you the rules of the Jiyinghui first!"

He put his pale yellow hand into the stick, and randomly pulled out four or five sticks. Mo Rang looked up and saw the long black sticks in this person's hand. The bottom of each was marked with red paint, with "Heaven", "Heaven" and "Heaven". "Di", "Xuan", "Qing" and other words.

"Everyone in it has such a lottery, and they are in pairs. Those who draw the lottery with the same words need to fight according to the words read by the elders. Only those with real kung fu can stay here!"

After he finished speaking loudly, everyone present basically understood, and under the leadership of the servants, each sat in a suitable position.

Mo Rang, Lu Zhao and others were arranged in the front, probably because they were startled by Mo Rang's punch. The seats arranged by the elders were very good, and there were masters with deep breaths on the left and right.

Mo Rang remained silent and looked at the arena in front of him with excitement.

"Boom!"

A drum beat.

When he looked up again, there was already an old man with white beard standing on the dark green ring, it was Elder Lin from Fengqingyue Baizhuang.

His eyes are full of connotation, although he is sixty years old, he is walking like a tiger, his complexion is rosy, and his eyes are full of light. From this look, he is definitely a master of the inner family.

"Please come to the stage to compete with the heroes who have drawn the Tianzi!"

After he finished speaking loudly, he stepped off the stage.

Mo Rang looked up the stage, and there was a commotion behind him from time to time, and after a while, two young people crowded up.

They held marked long sticks in their hands and placed them in the hands of the blue-clothed servants one after another.

After a person becomes famous, he often becomes a mercenary with conceit, so this kind of competition is rare. If you want to see the demeanor of the masters from all walks of life, everyone present put all their energy into watching!

Mo Rang looked up and saw that one of them was wearing a dark purple gown with a crow-blue tiger-striped belt pinned around his waist, with thick black hair and a burly build with clenched fists.

The other person was wearing a blue brocade robe with scattered flowers, probably because he was a little afraid of the cold, and even his face was paler than normal, making people feel uncomfortable like a poisonous snake.

"In Xiazhuang Qingshan, who is coming!"

The burly man in the dark purple gown was the first to ask the question, his voice was like a bell.

The man in green brocade robe responded calmly, without being frightened by his aura at all, "I'm in Xia Zangnan!"

The two nodded to each other and waited for the three drums to sound.

Mo Rang looked at the short spikes held by the man in the cyan brocade robe, and felt a little familiar. Then he thought about it again, the familiar blood grooves and spikes on it were the same weapons that Qi Wen used!

"There are some great people coming to the Jiying Club."

Mo Rang said with a smile, Liu Yun next to him glanced at him with doubts on his face.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

After three drum beeps, Zhuang Qingshan in the purple gown was the first to attack.

His fists were clenched like boulders, his feet were weak, and he put all his strength into his fists. Although the fists looked ordinary, they actually fired like cannons!He rushed towards the opponent in a flash.

People who practice boxing are most afraid of shrinking their hands and feet, so they fight.First use your momentum to overwhelm people, and then use your strength to convince them!Strength alone is not enough, the speed of your steps must keep up. Only if you are fast enough can you hit the opponent's weakness!
Zangnan didn't panic at all, and the two thorns in his hands danced like flying. This is a flower with four petals and one point in the center.Although his body seemed weak, he was full of energy and very flexible. When he saw the man punching him, he swayed behind him with a feint.

broken!

When Zhuang Qingshan reacted and turned around to fight, his moves were too old, and he had to fall into a hard fight.

"This move is exactly the same as Qi Wen's."

Mo Rang secretly thought in his heart, if he was in Zhuang Qingshan's position now, he would definitely be able to grasp the opponent's wrist sensitively, and then use his fist to meet the opponent's Jingmen Qishu, which would make the opponent lose strength immediately, not like him. Fall into passivity.

He secretly studied in his heart, summed up the lessons, and the people on the ring had mastered a hundred tricks in an instant.There were fine beads of sweat on the faces of the two of them, one white and one black.

Mo Rang could tell that Zhuang Qingshan was in decline.

Since losing the opportunity, he has never been able to control the situation.

Anyone with a little practice at the scene could tell that the young man with the double thorns was completely playing him.

"Boom!"

A drum beat sounded from the side of the arena.

The white-bearded old man who acted as the referee has already shouted: "The winner has been divided! The two who are fighting are rare masters!"

After hearing this, the young man named Zangnan put down the double thorns in his hands and smiled gently.

The wind blows, and the red tassels dance wildly.

Afterwards, the knights from the "ground" group came on stage. One wielded a stick and the other wielded a palm.

The young man in charge seems to be very famous, and the discussions in the following are all about how powerful this person is.

"Isn't that the Gale Palm Shao Lian?!"

"It's this person! Last year, one person broke into Qingque Mountain and killed dozens of bandits. No one in Jianglin knows him!"

"It seems that Shao Lian must have won this time!"

Mo Rang clicked his tongue, secret marketing methods have existed since ancient times.

The young man with the stick in his hand was dressed in a gray monk's robe and had no hair on his head. He stood upright on the ring, and he looked like a master of horizontal training with brass and iron bones. Although he was holding an ordinary wooden stick in his hand, it made him One feels a threat.

The bare-handed young man has a dignified appearance.He is eight feet tall.Wearing a pale purple blouse covered with gold, with long wind-like hair, he looked handsome and unhurried.

Liu Yun looked happily, "Ling Huai, who do you think will win between these two?"

"Monk."

"I think that handsome man will win. You can see that he has an extraordinary bearing, he is really extraordinary."

Mo Rang shook his head, this man's eyes were cloudy, and he was unsteady when he walked. Although he looked handsome, he had an extraordinary temperament.But it could also be an embroidered pillow.

I still want my subordinates to see the real chapter!

"Since you have come to a conclusion, why bother to ask me." Mo Rang smiled and shook his head.

on the ring.

"Fengqing in Luding, I don't know what to call your Excellency?"

The handsome man said with a calm tone.

The monk chuckled, "I'm not sure at the Bodhidharma Temple."

"Boom!!"

After only three drum sounds, the two of them had already joined hands.

　Today I heard that there is a big guy who writes 60 words a day.

　　I looked at my hands: I hate, why am I not an octopus spirit (dog head)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)