Rural Shennong

Human beings are always in awe of unknown things beyond their own understanding, and make all kinds of weird judgments to give a reasonable explanation for their shock.

Just like Yin Xiangrou who is stunned now.

Seeing Zuo Bingxiu who had glided more than ten meters in the air to stand on the stage and landed as lightly as a fallen leaf, Yin Xiangrou gave her an explanation.

This is not a human being, but a god who has achieved success in cultivation, or the kind who can ride the clouds and ride the fog.

It's no wonder that Yin Xiangrou's brain is twitching. The level she can touch is too far away from Zuo Bingxiu's level. It's like an ant looking up at a giant dragon.

Not to mention Yin Xiangrou, an ordinary woman who has never even seen an ordinary warrior, ninety-five percent of the audience present were also in great shock.

Only some really big names can keep their cool.

Chen Ping, who was sitting next to Lei Luan, asked in a low voice: "Isn't the boxing match held every five years? Why do these people seem to have never seen the world?"

Lei Luan was as good as a gentleman, after listening to Chen Ping's words last night, she obediently put on the scarf in her pocket.

Otherwise, no one would watch any boxing matches, and they would all have to stare at her.

Lei Luan turned her head and glanced at Chen Ping, and found that when he was talking to her, he didn't dare to look at her.

There was a mocking look in the corner of her eyes: "This is normal."

"In the past, there was another name for this Iron-Blooded Fight. It was called the Underground Boxing Competition. It was not well known."

"The ones who can come to watch the boxing match are the high-level executives of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry and the Martial Arts Association."

"Although many people in the outside world know that this is the case, the high-level officials want to save face, so they haven't made it public."

"In recent years, society has developed rapidly, and the Internet has become more and more developed. It is difficult to control public opinion, so the control has been relaxed this year."

"It's the first time for many people to see a martial arts master appear on stage, and it's not unusual for them to make such a fuss."

"Not only in our Lingnan Province, but also in other states and provinces across the country, this year's boxing matches will also be open to social elites."

When Lei Luan and Chen Ping said this, other people in the spectator seats were also talking about it.

"This is a martial arts master, it's so awesome!"

"It is said that this kind of master is invulnerable to water and fire, even a gun can't kill him."

"I'm afraid Meng Biao won't be able to survive ten strokes under Master Zuo's hands?"

"Pull it down, ten more strokes, he won't be able to hold out for ten seconds."

Hearing the discussions around her, Yin Xiangrou took it very seriously.

She thought that Meng Biao was no longer human, but Yuan Yuan told her that martial arts masters are more powerful, but she didn't believe it at all.

Unexpectedly, a fairy flew out suddenly, and now she also felt that Meng Biao could not survive ten seconds.

The two people on the stage hadn't fought each other yet, Meng Biao's momentum was a little weaker.

He bent down and cupped his hands and said: "Master Zuo, boy Meng Biao, I ask you for advice!"

He wasn't afraid that Zuo Bingxiu would kill him, so he lowered his posture first, and don't let him be arrogant, such a master would not make the scene too ugly.

Zuo Bingxiu stroked the severed beard on his jaw, and said calmly: "Go all out!"

"Offended." Meng Biao gave a low shout, and threw his fist at Zuo Bingxiu's chest.

This punch was quite satisfactory, Zuo Bingxiu easily dodged it, and did not fight back.

Meng Biao opened the Dahe, becoming more and more courageous as he fought, his fists roared, his legs were heavy, Zuo Bingxiu put one hand behind his back, and occasionally blocked it with the other hand.

The two of them went through seventy or eighty strokes before Zuo Bingxiu pulled Meng Biao off the ring with one sleeve.

Meng Biao climbed up clutching his chest, and bowed to the Empress, "Thank you, Master Zuo, for your mercy!"

Zuo Bingxiu remained silent, walked slowly to the edge of the ring, and sat cross-legged.

The spectators in the spectator stands were very quiet, and their expressions were also very strange.

After watching the fight between the two sides, not to mention ordinary people, even many warriors have an illusion that the gap between Meng Biao and Zuo Bingxiu is not that big.

Lei Luan turned her head and asked, "Chen Ping, what do you think?"

Chen Ping squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Zuo Bingxiu is playing tricks!"

Lei Luan frowned slightly: "Cheating? What do you mean?"

Chen Ping explained: "Zuo Bingxiu's cultivation is the same as playing against Meng Biao. He is fully capable of easily defeating the enemy with one move."

"But he didn't do that. He just wanted to leave everyone with the illusion that the gap between a martial arts master and a peak martial artist is very small."

"The next thing is that old man Wei is on the stage. The Taoist priest named Qingxu who is going to fight against him was very arrogant in the morning!"

"Don't forget, the outside world has been rumoring that Mr. Wei was seriously injured!"

After thinking about it, Lei Luan understood Zuo Bingxiu's intention: "Zuo Bingxiu is quite insidious!"

"If Qingxu really thinks that martial arts masters are nothing more than that, and Mr. Wei is injured, he will definitely take a risk."

"If he can defeat Mr. Wei unexpectedly, then he will become famous."

Chen Ping smiled lightly: "This is just one of them."

"Zuo Bingxiu also wants to use this Qingxu's hand to test how much the old man's injury has recovered."

"If that Qingxu is like Meng Biao facing Zuo Bingxiu, timid and restrained when he comes up, then he will not be able to test anything."

"This is the fundamental purpose of Zuo Bingxiu."

While the two were talking, Taoist Qingxu had already jumped onto the ring.

Qingxu's expression is very excited, and his attitude is also very arrogant: "Poverty Qingxu, the guard dares to fight on stage!"

Hearing this, the audience in the spectator seats began to whisper among each other.

"Just now I watched Meng Biao and Master Zuo fight, this martial arts master is not too far from a master of foreign strength."

"Otherwise, why do you think Qingxu is so crazy? Wei Hongye is so old and seriously injured, maybe Qingxu will be upset today!"

"Even if he wins, it's just a bargain."

"It doesn't matter if he is taking advantage or not, as long as he wins against Wei Hongye, Qingxu will become famous today!"

Sure enough, as Chen Ping expected, not only Qingxu was fooled by Zuo Bingxiu, but most of the audience were also fooled.

Even Lei Luan couldn't help being a little worried: "Is Mr. Wei really all right?"

The corner of Chen Ping's mouth twitched: "The strength between the martial arts master and the foreign martial artist is like a natural moat."

"Don't say that Mr. Wei has recovered, even if he is injured, this Taoist priest can't humiliate him lightly."

In the spectator seats behind Chen Ping, Yuan Yuan jumped up and said to Yin Xiangrou: "Did you hear what the people around you said?"

"That Wei Hongye, not to mention fighting with Master Zuo, even this veteran, he may not be able to fight, the Yang family will definitely win."

Yin Xiangrou patted his chest with lingering fear: "Fortunately, I went to Yang's house with you last night, and got to know each other well."

"If I accidentally get too involved with the Lei family, maybe our Yin family will also suffer."

Speaking of this, Yin Xiangrou suddenly thought of Chen Ping, who was deeply involved with the Lei family.

She glanced at the back of Chen Ping's head sitting in the front row, with a contemptuous arc on the corner of her mouth, and said in her heart: "This is your fate, who made you come from a lowly background."

"Even if you give up your dignity and are willing to be a bad face for others, you will not end well in the end!"

While everyone in the arena was discussing, there was suddenly a strong wind sound of clothes tearing through the air outside the arena.

Everyone looked for the reputation, and saw a figure coming out of the crowd, turning into a stream of light, and slamming on the ring fiercely.

"Boom!"

Wearing white clothes, white hair, and white beard, Wei Hongye stood proudly in the center of the ring, all in white.