Rural Shennong

Wei Hongye's way of playing is almost two extremes with Zuo Bingxiu.

When Zuo Bingxiu came to the stage, his figure was elegant and unrestrained, and he landed quietly.

But Wei Hongye burst violently, and the ring made of steel was smashed with a huge roar.

Even though there was a thick layer of glass between the spectator seats and the ring, the eardrums of everyone sitting in the seats were still tingling and numb from the shock.

Not to mention the Qingxu Taoist standing beside Wei Hongye.

He covered his head and shook, and almost sat down on the ring.

Everyone recovered from the buzzing, but still maintained a dumbfounded expression.

"Is this the injured martial arts master? Are you kidding me!"

"Wei Hongye's sword is not old, it's worth seeing now."

"Who said Zuo Bingxiu is guaranteed to win? In my opinion, Mr. Wei has a better chance of winning."

Yin Xiangrou, who was on the spectator stand, had seen so many fighters fighting, and he had gained knowledge, and quickly recovered from the shock.

She looked at Yuan Yuan suspiciously: "Are you sure the Yang family can win?"

Yuan Yuan was confused: "This...this, it should be!"

"As the old saying goes, fists are afraid of the young!"

"Besides, Wei Hongye was injured before, and the whole Yuncheng knew about it. Maybe he was bluffing!"

On the stage, Wei Hongye faced Zuo Bingxiu who was sitting cross-legged, and turned to Taoist Qingxu, without even looking at him.

Zuo Bingxiu narrowed his Danfeng eyes, and the cold light flickered in his eyes: "Your injury is healed?"

Wei Hongye said coldly: "Oh, are you scared?"

"It won't be too late for me to deal with this kid before I deal with you!"

Taoist Priest Qingxu realized something was wrong at this moment, and hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "I think..."

Before he could say the word "lose", an afterimage flashed in front of his eyes.

Taoist Qingxu didn't even see how Wei Hongye made the move, so he felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had hit a truck head-on. .

With one move, Taoist Qingxu spilled blood on the ring, and passed out on the spot.

The audience in the spectator seats were all frightened and held their breath, trembling in both hands.

Several women screamed, and one woman even fainted, causing a little confusion.

Yang Hanye stood up abruptly: "He... isn't he injured? How can this old bastard be so powerful?"

Yang Derong also looked heavy, and he dragged Yang Hanye back to sit: "Be safe and don't be impatient, trust Master Zuo!"

The atmosphere on the scene has reversed. Those who were not optimistic about the Lei family before are now not optimistic about the Yang family.

After all, Mr. Wei has been famous for a long time, and his accumulated reputation cannot be compared with Zuo Bingxiu.

And his move was clean and neat, it was too fierce, it was much stronger than Zuo Bingxiu's grinding and chirping for a long time.

Lei Luan's heart that was lifted up is also put back into his stomach at this moment.

She let out a long breath of relief: "It should be stable!"

On the stage, Zuo Bingxiu stood up slowly, and the gold-embellished black robe moved without wind, and walked slowly towards the center of the ring.

With every step he took, his aura became stronger.

Unlike most people who are optimistic about Wei Hongye, Chen Ping's complexion is very serious.

He had treated Wei Hongye's injuries, and he knew very well the strength of Wei Hongye's inner energy who had penetrated through sixteen meridians.

But he found that Zuo Bingxiu's aura had risen, and that exuberant qi and blood were far beyond the comparison of an inner strength warrior who had penetrated sixteen meridians.

According to Chen Ping's estimate, Zuo Bingxiu has penetrated at least eighteen meridians.

He sighed secretly in his heart, the old man is in danger!

Zuo Bingxiu said calmly: "Wei Hongye, your time is over, give up!"

Feeling the danger, Wei Hongye concentrated his energy, and his white clothes swelled up visible to the naked eye: "I didn't know who was beaten by this old man and fled!"

"You yellow-mouthed kid, how dare you be arrogant?"

"When the old man was practicing martial arts, you were still breastfeeding in your mother's womb!"

Zuo Bingxiu stopped five meters in front of Wei Hongye: "I never care about the momentary gain or loss, the winner is the one who laughs last."

"I almost forgot if you didn't tell me, thank you for discussing with me before and making my cultivation even better!"

"In order to repay your kindness, I will spare your dog's life today!"

As soon as the words fell, Zuo Bingxiu turned into a black shadow, the distance of five meters was almost non-existent, and his fist appeared in front of Wei Hongye in the blink of an eye.

"Hoohoo!"

Before the fist arrived, a gust of wind blew up the sleeves of the black robe, blowing Wei Hongye's beard and hair.

Wei Hongye's movements were very fast, he dodged around behind Zuo Bingxiu, and while dodging his attack, he also raised one leg high.

This reaction speed, this body flexibility, if you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would believe that he is an octogenarian with white beard and hair.

"brush!"

Wei Hongye raised his leg high and slammed it down on the back of Zuo Bingxiu's head!

Zuo Bingxiu missed a single blow and sensed the attack from behind, so he simply took advantage of the momentum of the attack and rushed forward two steps quickly.

Wei Hongye slashed through the air, and his big foot landed on the ring.

His ferocious kick not only made a loud "Dang" sound on the ground of the steel-cast arena, but also blasted a hole more than one meter wide.

Broken steel was scattered all around, exposing the yellow rammed earth beneath the steel plates.

Wei Hongye sank half of his foot into the rammed earth, shouted loudly, and kicked Zuo Bingxiu in the air.

The shattered pieces of iron pierced the air like dense bullets, making a piercing "swish" sound, and shot at Zuo Bingxiu head and face.

Zuo Bingxiu had already turned his head, waving his two big sleeves again and again, blocking the incoming broken iron.

The people in the auditorium didn't dare to blink their eyes, they stared straight at the two non-humans competing in the ring.

Just watching the fight between the two broke their three views and made them terrified.

The audience can only imagine the power of the fist in their hearts, but cannot experience it for themselves.

But they immediately had an intuitive feeling.

Zuo Bingxiu was protecting himself, blocking a lot of broken iron, but there were still some caught fish passing by him.

"Ding ding ding!"

The broken iron flew tens of meters, still unabated, and hit the thick glass in front of the auditorium.

Before the competition, many spectators felt that the glass was in the way.

Only now did they know that watching the battle was dangerous, and these bulletproof glasses were used to protect their lives.

A lot of broken iron was blocked by bulletproof glass, and cracks were blown out one by one.

One of the broken pieces of iron was directly inlaid on the glass, revealing half an inch of stubble shining with cold light.

The rich man sitting closest to the front row stared straight at the stubble, his teeth collided uncontrollably, and made a "dedede" sound.

He has no doubt that without these bulletproof glass, most of his head would have been chopped off.

"My dear mother, then... the arena was kicked by Mr. Wei... Was it broken?"

"No wonder the arena is full of potholes, there are so many welding marks, this martial arts master is simply not human!"

"Master Wei is too scary, my hairs stand on end!"

"Zuo Bingxiu is not a person, he can even block this. If it were me, I would have been shot into a sieve!"

At this moment, on the ring, the fight between the two sides has reached a fever pitch.