These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

And at this moment, Wei Tu saw a figure leaping up.

It was a young man holding a long gun.

He frowned and looked at the burly man opposite, "You're the only one shouting in my big business capital?"

At this time, the crowd boiled, as if seeing some hope

"It's Mr. Yang!"

"Young Master Yang! Kill this barbarian who speaks wild words!"

"Kill him, maybe His Majesty will choose you as queen!"

The crowd cheered.

On the stage, the young man called Mr. Yang stared at the burly man in front of him in silence.

The tall and fat man smiled arrogantly.

"Who? Tell me your name!"

"A disciple of the Yang family, Yang Yuan!"

"I've never heard of it! Hahahaha!"

The burly man probably thought he was very humorous, so he put his hips on his hips and laughed, but the scene was frozen, but Yang Yuan in front of him was aroused a lot of anger.

"Who are you barbarian from the south? Yang won't kill the unknown!"

"Hahahaha, remember, standing in front of you is Meng Hu, the third warrior of Che Chi Kingdom!"

"Then get ready to die!"

As soon as Yang Yuan fired his spear, it seemed like a storm was surging.

Wei Tu felt a breath of cultivation.

With a single shot, he forced Meng Hu in front of him to take a step back.

Meng Hu took a step back, but he was not afraid of the other party, but grinned grinningly.

"There's something, surnamed Yang."

"Don't talk nonsense, just die!"

Yang Yuan ignored the opponent's expression and fired again.

The moves were swift and fierce, and the strong offensive even caused a puff of dust to rise up on the ring, as if covering the sky and covering the sun, and the figures inside were blurred.

But it does not prevent people from seeing the fierceness above.

Yang Yuan's shot was more fierce than a single shot, and it seemed that this arrogant Meng Hu was beaten back steadily.

The crowd in the audience was even more furious.

"Okay!"

"As expected of Mr. Yang! Kill him! Stab him to death!"

"Kill him! Make these barbarians look good!"

But the voice had just fallen.

The situation on the stage changed suddenly.

Yang Yuan jumped up high, and took advantage of the victory to pursue a whip, but Meng Hu in front of him not only dodged, but also stretched his legs with a speed that he had not shown before, and then stepped on the gun in Yang Yuan's hand with all his strength!

Yang Yuan raised his head in astonishment, and saw Meng Hu's sneer.

"It looks like a bit of skill...but it's not enough, kid."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Yang Yuan was so angry that he let go of the gun and punched Meng Hu directly in the face.

At the same time, Meng Hu also launched a punch.

"coax!"

The two fists collided in front of everyone.

But the person who flew out was Yang Yuan.

At the moment of the collision, Yang Yuan almost felt that his arm was about to break, and the force of the opponent's punch made him almost defenseless.

It was as if the internal organs were about to be shattered in an instant.

A mouthful of blood was spit out, and he flew directly into the crowd from the ring.

The crowd quickly dispersed.

When they saw Yang Yuan who fell to the ground, was beaten by a punch, and could hardly get up, they fell silent for a moment.

They couldn't believe that Young Master Yang, whom he had placed high hopes on, lost so quickly...

Meng Hu on the stage was still clamoring crazily.

"What Yang family, what Yang Yuan... I haven't even heard of it! How dare you challenge this uncle? Just dream! How can you have a man in a big business? This uncle can't see any of them! Hahahaha!"

Yang Yuan heard such arrogant words, and he was defeated in such an embarrassing situation, and instantly became anxious. His throat was sweet again, and his heart was about to spit out a mouthful of hot blood.

He suddenly felt a hand pressing on his chest, forcing the blood that was about to spit out to flow back.

Warm breath flows through his whole body.

"Don't worry, are you feeling better?"

Warm words rang in his ears.

Yang Yuan raised his head, but saw a young man with an unfamiliar face looking at him, and it seemed...that warm breath was passed on to him by the other party.

He reluctantly opened his mouth, "Fortunately..."

Wei Tu nodded, "Don't rush to get up, take a rest."

Yang Yuan looked unwillingly at Meng Hu who was still jumping up and down in the ring.

"But this person... Yang is not good at skills, but he really can't be reconciled to such shameless people who are arrogant and domineering in my big business capital..."

"You can't beat him no matter what, it has nothing to do with your skills."

Yang Yuan stared blankly at Wei Tu.

"This this……"

"So don't worry, you don't have to worry about these things."

Wei Tu said so.

But Yang Yuan seemed to grab some life-saving straw, just grabbed Wei Tu's hand.

"This is the capital of the big merchants! These people are powerful, but they are also weird. Please, young hero, please take action!"

Wei Tu looked at Yang Yuan with a smile.

"I didn't say I could beat them."

Yang Yuan's eyes dimmed.

"Is it……"

At this moment, another voice sounded from the side.

"Master Wei, don't tease Yang Shaoxia. If it wasn't for this matter, why did you come here?"

The two turned their heads at the same time, and saw Ming Xiangrong standing beside him with a smile.

She doesn't have a sword today, but wears an ordinary dress.

Wei Tu looked at her.

"Miss Ming, are you sure what I want to do?"

Ming Xiangrong thought for a while, "I'm not sure, but I'm looking forward to it."

"Ha ha."

Ming Xiangrong greeted the people around him and said, "You take Yang Shaoxia out and treat him properly."

"Yes!"

Before Yang Yuan was carried away, he looked obsessively at Meng Hu on the ring.

But Ming Xiangrong looked at Wei Tu and said, "Master Wei, don't you want to try?"

Wei Tu shook his head, "You should think about the consequences before you act."

"It turns out that Master Wei is so forward-looking."

"I have always been like this, and I will not become reckless because of anyone."

Ming Xiangrong shook his head regretfully, "It seems that the little girl is not good-looking..."

"Hehe..." Wei Tu was about to say something.

Meng Hu on the stage noticed this and shouted.

"Can the people below be beaten?! What are you talking about?! Pretentious! You look like a girl, get out of here quickly, and don't get in your uncle Meng's eyes!"

Ming Xiangrong laughed when he heard this.

"Well, how about this?"

Wei Tu smiled brightly.

"Then there's no way."

He turned around and walked towards the arena step by step.

The people below didn't seem to realize that the boy was walking towards the ring at this time.

Meng Hu came to his senses and looked at the smiling boy.

"You want to challenge even with your small physique? Don't be smashed into meat by your master Meng! Hahahaha!"

He was still laughing, and Wei Tu had stepped onto the ring step by step.

He did not pull out Shen Tu, but walked over calmly and steadily step by step.

Meng Hu looked at him and grinned grimly.

"I think you are really looking for death!"

After speaking, he clenched his fists and strode towards Wei Tu, every step seemed to step on the heartbeat of all the people in the audience.

As a result, the floor of the arena kicked up waves of dust.

Wei Tu watched the moment when he was about to hit his face with his huge fist.

He raised his hands, clenched fists, to his face.

slam.

"boom!"

It was true that Meng Hu punched first, but Wei Tu was obviously faster and stronger.

A mighty punch landed on Meng Hu's face, knocking Meng Hu up instantly.

His legs flew into the air, and his face fell to the floor with the teenager's fists.

not only that!

With this punch, Wei Tu directly pierced the floor!

Meng Hu's body disappeared above the ring.

As if this punch... Wei Tu sent him to hell! PS: It is recommended to read the new book quickly, it is estimated that it will be changed in a few days.

43 Interesting

The result of this punch is very obvious.

When the smoke and dust rose, the entire arena seemed to be destroyed, and the surrounding crowd seemed to have no time to disperse.