Chapter 50

"I hope brother Mu doesn't mean to expose his strength. My name is Ouyang grey. Let's have a good cooperation." The middle-aged man with his hands on his back said with a smile.

Ye Hongtian was stunned when he heard the word Ouyang in advance. Then he responded with a smile and nodded. He turned his head and looked at the two people in the arena. He asked inexplicably, "brother Ouyang, who do you think can survive the next two people?"

"Ouyang's two chin players felt a little bit of thinking about it

"Oh? How do you say that? "

"In this fight field, it's a fight to die, either the enemy or me. These two men want to be self-cultivation. They can't see who wins or loses by their own strength. Then we can start from the things that help us. The stick is not suitable for this fight, but the gun can be a stick, and the point of the gun can kill the enemy."

"Well, what Ouyang said is reasonable, but I think the one who holds the cudgel will win, or we'll take a bet?"

Ye Hongtian has always kept a smiling expression from the beginning to the end, and that smile is full of strong confidence, which makes Ouyang gray feel flustered.

After seeing ye Hongtian a few times, Ouyang Hui said with a smile: "ha ha ha, brother Mu is so confident. I'm afraid I can't be sure. I don't do anything I can't be sure of. I don't bet on it."

Ye Hongtian nodded with a smile. His face didn't change, but he was scolding Ouyang grey. Ouyang grey was too cautious.

Without money, ye Hongtian couldn't help but watch the game quietly.

In the field, the two people who meditated and adjusted their breath slowly stood up. Their faces were all dignified and incomparable, so they stood there and looked at each other.

All of a sudden, the swordsman rushed forward and swept to the waist of the gun holder, saying that he would do it. Obviously, the armed man was caught unprepared by this preemptive move. His leg bones were broken and he could not escape the stick. He could only insert the gun into the ground and hold the gun body with his hand to resist it.

When the two weapons collided, the armed man stepped back dozens of steps before he could hold his body.

In the audience, Ouyang Hui frowned when he saw this scene. It is reasonable to say that as long as the stick just can't move, he can avoid it. However, the armed man chose hard connection, which made Ouyang Hui feel very confused.

He turned his head and looked at Ye Hongtian. Ye Hongtian was still watching the game with a smile on his face. Ouyang Hui felt that ye Hongtian seemed to know that this would happen at the beginning. His eyes could not help but shrink. He forced down his wishful thinking and watched the game with a dignified face.

After being swept back by a stick in the field, the gun holder turns to attack. The gun head dances a spear flower in the air, and stabs the cudgel holder's chest with a single kick of both feet. The speed is extremely fast, and he comes to the cudgel holder in an instant.

The swordsman with a stick sticks a horizontal, one side of the body, against the tip of the gun, release his left hand, grasp the gun handle, the right hand swings a stick to hit the shoulder of the gun holder.

The armed man's body spins in the air, breaks away from his left hand, leans back, and goes out with a somersault.

After several Zhang distance, they both looked at each other with vigilance and did not attack each other.

"Ah, the armed man is really dying. Brother Mu should have seen the hidden disease of the armed man for a long time. I admire his sharp observation."

Ouyang sighed and said to Ye Hongtian.

Ye Hongtian doesn't speak. He still looks at the dead fight with a smile on his face. In this fight, the armed man has lost. The more he drags to the back, the more advantage he will have. When the armed man has a flaw because of his own injury, he will fall.

Sure enough, at the moment when the two fought for half a cup of tea, the body of the armed man suddenly shook. The man holding the stick seized the opportunity and hit the left shoulder of the armed man. Before he could resist, he was directly knocked down by a stick. The man with the stick hit the head of the armed man with a stick, and his brain was splashed and his blood was all over the ground Dead again.

At the end of the game, it's not easy to win with a stick. There are many gunshot wounds on his body. It's not expected that the next competition will be defeated.

As the cudgel bearer left the arena, ye Hongtian also stood up, bowed to Ouyang Hui and said, "brother Ouyang, I'll leave today, and see you tomorrow."

Then he left the arena and was ready to go back to his room for a rest. After ye Hongtian left, Ouyang Hui couldn't help but smile at the back of Ye Hongtian.

After clapping his hands, a shadow appeared behind Ouyang gray. He knelt on one knee and asked respectfully, "master, what can I do for you?"

"Give me a survey of this mu Hong. The identity of this mu Hong is absolutely not simple. You need all the information about this Muhong and the people related to him!"

Ouyang gray did not look at the shadow, said with a smile on his face.

The shadow should be a, slowly disappeared in place, as if there was no such person.

Ouyang gray looked at the direction of Ye Hongtian's disappearance and said with a sneer, "Muhong, you can be my chess piece and earn wealth for me."

Ye Hongtian, who left here, did not hear what Ouyang Hui said, but he vaguely felt that Ouyang Hui was not a good thing.Back at his residence, because he had just broken through the realm, ye Hongtian didn't choose to continue to practice. After washing, he went to bed to have a rest.

The night passed in the blink of an eye. There was no light in the room of the death fighting field. Ye Hongtian had been sleeping until he woke up naturally, and his whole body was very comfortable.

Ye Hongtian can't see the sun, and he doesn't know what time to choose. He can only summon Tianbian to dance the mysterious sword technique. When he wields the fourth sword, he finds that there is purple air in the body, which indicates that in the morning, ye Hongtian continues to dance, and the mysterious sword technique is repeated from the first sword to the sixth sword.

After practicing the mysterious sword technique for a whole morning, ye Hongtian's bones almost fell apart. He vaguely felt that something had changed in his body, but he could not tell what it was, so he had to put the problem aside.

After meditating for a while, ye Hongtian goes to the entrance of the arena. When he comes to the entrance of the arena, he finds that Sha Lao is making a registration for the warrior who is participating in the fight today. He goes to say hello.

Ye Hongtian, who had no idea of killing the old man, had to wait in line to register.

Soon, it was Ye Hongtian's turn to register the old man. He took a look at Ye Hongtian and said coldly, "give me the identity token and tell me my current cultivation."

Ye Hongtian respectfully handed out his identity token and said, "yesterday I made a lucky breakthrough. Now I'm practicing Qi."

Sha Lao's hand took the token slightly, looked at Ye Hongtian in surprise and said, "if I remember correctly, your name is Muhong, right?"

"Yes, it's my honor to remember me." Ye Hongtian said with an expression of honor, but he was stunned at the next moment.

"Is it you who suddenly thinned the aura of heaven and earth in the death row?"

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