Chapter 84

Ye Xuan smiles and doesn't speak. He doesn't want to explain himself.

Sometimes, when people tell the truth, they may not believe it. When they tell lies, they think it is reasonable and correct.

He has been practicing in the immortal world for more than ten thousand years. His "heaven and earth melting pot formula" is not only able to Nourish Qi, but also can cultivate self-cultivation. He is tempering this body all the time. With the fists and feet of these two practitioners who have just stepped into the "Zhixuan" realm, no matter how much they fight, he will not suffer any damage.

This is the anti heaven ability of the "heaven and earth melting pot formula" in that world. Ye Xuan is confident that with this formula, he can dominate the present world.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

The fight in the challenge arena is extremely fierce. Every time the two people collide, the audience feels like an earthquake, and the air waves are wave after wave, never stopping.

Qian Hong's twelve way dry leg and Huang de Mao's iron sand fist fight each other from time to time.

"Ah

Huang de Mao suddenly burst out to drink. His arms stretched out a few inches out of thin air. He couldn't hit Qian Hong's fist at all. He suddenly hit Qian Hong.

Qian Hong's body was hit, and he snorted, and his figure retreated several steps.

"Poof!"

Qian Hong directly spat out a mouthful of blood, covered his chest, frowned tightly, shook his head, and said: "I can't imagine that your iron sand fist has been trained to the point of being able to stretch freely. Qian feels inferior. I lost this game."

Qian Hong was a little bitter. He was nearly 20 years older than Huang, but he was defeated by Huang.

"It's just that you've been careless."

Huang said this to Qian Hong not because he was modest, but because he really felt it.

If it wasn't for Qian Hong who didn't expect that he had already reached the realm of "arm to arm", I'm afraid that until now, the two are also unpredictable.

Qian Hong retreats to Zhang Xu. Zhang Xu looks pale at the humiliating scene and knows that his defeat in this private fight has been decided. This 5000 square meter piece of land is destined to be given out.

Although Qian Hong has just lost the competition, he is also a top-notch player. Even if Zhang Xu is furious, he does not dare to speak rudely to Qian Hong. He can only eat Coptis chinensis and can not say what he has suffered.

On the contrary, Hong Tianxiong laughs excitedly. Seeing that Huang demiao has just won a close victory, he feels that no one among the people who have participated in the fight can compete with Huang demiao. The champion of this private fight is likely to belong to Huang demiao.

Huang demiao, with both hands on his back, stood on the challenge arena confidently and said in a loud voice: "who else wants to come on stage and teach me Huang? If not, the champion will belong to Hong Tianxiong in the west of Jiangnan province. "

Although he was speaking to everyone on the field, his eyes were always on the old man surnamed sun. Among all the people present, he could not see through the depth of the old man's internal power, which might be his only rival.

"Granddad sun, this time, it's your turn, isn't it?"

Jiang Bingbing's face is full of expectation. Although Huang demiao is very strong, she is full of confidence in the old man surnamed sun.

"That's nature!"

The old man, surnamed sun, smiles and nods. The sun family belongs to the family of cultivating immortals and martial arts. As one of the top ten people in his family, he has seen most of these martial arts and clearly knows the strengths and weaknesses of these martial arts.

Moreover, he is an immortal who has already stepped into the realm of "Zhixuan". He is even better than Huang demiao. Even if he struggles for internal power, Huang demiao is sure to lose.

Just as he was about to stand up, a powerful voice suddenly came from outside shanglinggu.

"The champion can't belong to the west of Jiangnan province. There is only one champion, that is - me!"

Everyone was surprised to look back and wanted to see who dared to say such crazy words after seeing Huang's strong performance.

A strong figure suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. He suddenly ran towards the challenge arena, and his speed was comparable to that of an African cheetah.

When he was about to reach the auditorium, he suddenly took off on the spot, directly over the auditorium which was more than ten meters long, and landed heavily on the challenge arena.

"What?"

The old man's eyes suddenly became very dignified, and he sat back when he was about to get up.

Seeing the visitor, Liu Yanghe, who had just been anxious, suddenly sneered.

"Faye is here at last. I see how you died!"

Huang de Mao on the stage was scared to step back by Fei's crazy hand. This man was able to fly more than ten meters out of thin air. He didn't know how many times stronger he was than Huang de Mao by this hand alone. Moreover, his voice was majestic and long. It was obviously from the use of internal power.

This powerful internal power, even if he is patting the horse, is hard to match?

"Granddad sun, what's the matter with you?"

Jiang Bingbing sees the face of the old man surnamed sun suddenly become ugly, strange way.

The old man, surnamed sun, did not reply. His eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man who had just arrived at the challenge arena, and his palm trembled slightly.

Ye Xuan, who had closed his eyes all the time, finally opened his eyes slowly, and his eyes became playful.

"It seems that this is the backer of Liu Yanghe. No wonder he has such confidence in this game and dares to make such a big bet."

It's really a waste of money. The reason why he has to wait until now is to wait for the "Mr. Ye". But for a long time, no one like "Mr. Ye" has appeared. He can't bear it any more.

"Iron sand boxing is indeed a powerful martial art, but your strength is not enough to give full play to its real strength. You'd better get off quickly and don't show yourself here."

Feikuang looked at Huang demiao and said contemptuously.

"What did you say?"

Huang demiao is ready to quit under Fei Kuang's influence, but he can't bear to hear Fei Kuang insult him.

He gave a loud shout, and he had already stepped forward and punched fiercely. A pair of iron fists were like a big millstone, with a strong wind.

He can be sure that this is the beginning of his cultivation, and the strongest punch so far has reached his own limit.

"It's a little bit like that!"

Feikuang was laughing, but it was a cruel sneer.

I saw him slightly sideways, without any fancy action, directly hit forward with his shoulder.

As soon as his shoulder touched Huang's fists, Huang felt as if he had been hit by an invisible iron wall. Countless dark Qi had penetrated from his arms to his internal organs.