The black man looked like a gorilla and looked at the people in the field. At that time, there were several sanxiu who called to give situ Qinglong some color to see. Now they all shut their mouths obediently.

"This guy is so awesome!"

Stefanie Sun even spit out her tongue.

"I've never seen such a great power, like a humanoid beast. Li Changsheng, how do you see that this chimpanzee will win?"

Wang Wen'an and his uncle Wang Biao looked at Li Changsheng suspiciously.

Just now, when Li Changsheng decided that the black man would win, his attitude was very firm, not like random speculation.

"This black man has a long endurance, which is a fact known to all. They win the championship in every marathon."

Hearing Li Changsheng's words, several people met face to face. Although they felt that such a reason was somewhat far fetched, it seemed that there was some truth.

"That's how you judge that guy will win?"

Wang Biao looked at Li Changsheng somewhat speechless.

Just now he thought Li Changsheng was also a master.

"Yes, or what do you think?"

Wang Biao shook his head and did not talk to Li Changsheng, but continued to look into the field.

"Man, if you don't get beaten, you don't know the pain."

Situ Qinglong shook his head and showed some disdain at the corners of his mouth.

The crowd felt hot on their faces.

At that time, many people were clamoring to give the master and apprentice Qinglong some color to see.

On the other side, Miao Juntao frowned tightly. As a leader in the scattered cultivation in the north, many people looked at him at this time.

Although Miao Juntao doesn't like this man for Barto's recklessness, he knows that he must stand up at this time.

"Let me experience your skill."

Miao Juntao stood up and came out.

Today, he is wearing a robe, coupled with his whole temperament, he has a great family style.

"Who is this man? He looks like a scholar."

Wang Wen'an wondered.

"He is Miao Juntao. I didn't know his name before. He is very low-key, but it is said that he is the real leader of the northern Wulin. He is very powerful."

"But he looks very different from the black man. Even if he has a high position in the Jianghu, I'm afraid it's hard to beat the black man."

Stefanie Sun muttered.

"I dare not make a final decision."

Wang Biao also shook his head.

Like Miao Juntao, who are generally big bosses in the open, people rarely know how powerful their own force is.

"Miao Juntao will win."

Li Changsheng still spoke faintly.

Next to Wang Biao, several people showed their doubts.

Wang Wen'an shook his head at this time: "how is it possible? This Miao and the black people are not at the same level at all. Even in the challenge arena, they are not heavyweights."

But as soon as the voice fell, a burst of cheers broke out in the field.

"Mr. Miao, you must breathe for the northern Jianghu."

The appearance of Miao Juntao made the originally depressed momentum in the field excited in an instant.

"It looks like they all think Miao Juntao will win."

"I don't know where they got their confidence?"

Just between a few doubts.

Miao Juntao has stepped into the center of the field.

"Mr. Miao, the leader of the northern monastic world."

This time, even situ Qinglong's face was a little different.

"I accidentally killed some guys who don't have eyes. I heard that two of them are your Miao Juntao's friends. I guessed you would come, but no one can stop me from returning from Hongmen, neither can you."

Situ Qinglong finished.

The black man had rushed at Miao Juntao with his fist. He was as strong as a dragon. When he made a move, he stepped on the floor one after another.

"How terrible!"

Stefanie Sun has lost her beauty, and the sound in the field has instantly fallen into silence.

Everyone held their breath.

In the face of the attacking blacks, Miao Juntao just smiled coldly.

When the fist came near, it suddenly drew a circle with both hands, which was similar to Sanshou in Taijiquan. The other party's fist was stuck like a big truck in the mire, and moved with Miao Juntao's gesture.

Then, Miao Juntao suddenly withdrew half a step backward, and the other party's terrorist strength was instantly unloaded to his feet.

"Boom!"

The whole hall shook violently.

The next moment, after unloading the strength of the other party, Miao Juntao slapped the other party on the chest.

"Bang!"

The black man's huge body retreated three steps back in an instant.

The next moment, Miao Juntao's toes fell on the ground, like a swallow wiping water, and directly followed up close to the ground. His palms were more like a windmill, shooting dozens of palms in a second.

"Bang bang."

When he took back his palm, a round hole had been made in the black man's chest.

It can be seen that the chest is slightly collapsed, and there is blood flowing out of the other party's mouth.

After a short silence for a few seconds, a warm cheering broke out in the field.

Miao Juntao won the war against the black man.

Even Li Changsheng nodded slightly.

Miao Juntao's strength is commendable. Although it is also the realm of King Kong, it is much better than nabato. I don't know how many times.

After Miao Juntao beat the black man out, the other four people behind situ Qinglong stood up almost at the same time and stared at Miao Juntao.

These four are all warriors in the realm of King Kong. Miao Juntao can defeat one, but it is obviously not so easy to fight the four at the same time.

"What? Do you want to bully the less with more?"

A soft drink came.

Wei Zilan walked out of the crowd and stood with Miao Juntao.

At the beginning, Wei Zilan and Miao Juntao wandered the Jianghu and won the title of "golden girl". Their strength is no less than that of senior brother Miao Juntao.

When Wei Zilan went out of the station, seven or eight people in the crowd stood up.

No one can say anything when they lose the one-on-one competition, but if they compete unfairly with more bullying and less, naturally some people can't watch it.

"Step back!"

Situ Qinglong spoke faintly.

The four subordinates dared not disobey his words and retreated one after another, but still looked at Miao Juntao with cold eyes.

"Mr. Miao is worthy of being the leader in the scattered cultivation in the north. My subordinates are not as skilled as others. Then let my old man personally experience your skills."

Situ Qinglong handed his crutch to his subordinates and straightened his back slowly.

At this moment, the roar sounded in everyone's mind.

The bent figure just now seemed to be transformed into a mountain straight into the sky for a moment, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

This is the strength of the spiritual master. The spiritual power has reached a terrible level. Everything seems to contain the power of heaven and earth.

"How awesome!"

This time, Stefanie Sun and Wang Wen'an were shocked.

They are just ordinary mortals. They have never seen such mysterious power.