Long Chen stood on the fighting stage, warming up his arms, "Okay, it's time to start, is there no referee?"

Zhang Caijun walked to the seat on the left, sat on the chair and said calmly, "No, don't worry, so many people are watching, we make friends through martial arts, and we promote the atmosphere of Taihe City."

Long Chen smiled, worthy of being a scholar, and said with a serene attitude, "I'm very strong! If you hurt your guard, it wouldn't be very dangerous if you don't have a referee."

"Hahahaha." The more Long Chen said this, the more Zhang Caijun felt that Long Chen had no strength at all. He was just a handsome clown. Maybe he was not as good as himself. "Don't worry, he had no eyes on his fists and feet, and it was normal to be injured. If you were injured, I would take all my charges. If my subordinates were injured, I would do it myself."

This is what Long Chen wants.

Many people watched the tens of thousands of people, and they began to sneer Long Chen, where did they come from the guy who was ignorant of the world.

The layman watches the excitement, the expert sees the trick, and the real masters have already seen that Long Chen is a cliché.

Zhang Caijun hooked up at the first guard next to him, "Go!"

The guard in black jumped onto the fighting stage, with awesome momentum, with brick-like muscles and bronze skin. Although it was not much different from Long Chen's height, his body size was almost twice that of Long Chen, and he looked very powerful.

"Wang Hu!" Wang Hu came on stage and made a move. The tiger fist opened and looked very domineering.

Long Chen carried his left hand on his back, stretched out his right palm, stepped forward with a lunge, and squatted slightly with his left leg, "Ignorant little man, please give me advice!"

There was no referee, and the two sides were separated by fifty meters, and the scene began to become quiet.

Wang Hu roared, "Look at the move!"

Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, whistling and punching Long Chen.

Long Chen slid to the left and avoided without counterattack. Seeing Wang Hu attacking with both palms, the tiger's boxing technique emphasizes the word "Fighting". The fist palms are full of wind, with rapid speed and great power. The opponent who can suppress has no counterattack power at all.

Long Chen retreated repeatedly, dodged fifteen attacks, jumped in the air, stepped on Wang Hu's head and flew out.

Wang Hu hit the fighting stage with a palm, and the loud noise of the table was shaking, and the ordinary audience was trembling with fear.

Turning around and looking, Long Chen landed more than 30 meters behind him, "I can hide!"

Long Chen smiled and said, "Then I won't hide from the next move."

Standing there, Long Chen was still in the same posture.

"Then you are looking for a fight! Hi!" Wang Hu roared away, and King Wu's yellow aura completely unfolded, and he sank his palm to Long Chen with a strong force.

Long Chen really didn't dodge. He stood there and didn't even expand his breath.

"That kid was frightened!"

"Oh my God!" Many martial artists and the King of Martial Arts dared not look at it.

Bang—The two palms collided, and I thought Long Chen would be knocked out.

Who knew that the sound of the collision dispersed, and Long Chen did not fly out, and stood there to dissolve the opponent's power?

Resolve? Restoration!

The stars change, and the power rebounds directly in the form of dark force.

Bang! Repeatedly exploding in his body, the force recoiled all over his body. Before Wang Hu could land in the air, his entire consciousness had dissipated, his eyes were blurred. Long Chen jumped up and kicked him in the face, and in the air, he was struggling with five legs, dong dong dong dong dong - it was just a physical attack, why did Wang Hu not dodge or defend.

While letting Long Chen attack, the moment he landed, Long Chen had a palm, "Hi!"

He slapped Wang Hu in the chest with a palm. Wang Hu, who was as strong as a cow, had a breath of breath all over his body. He staggered back ten steps under his feet and landed on the fighting platform.

The entire competition was not yet a minute before, Wang Hu looked at it fiercely, but was defeated by Long Chen's simple fists and feet. Long Chen did not even expand his breath.

Wang Hu lost?

How many people are confused? How can they lose when they see their weak fists?

Under the Martial Emperor, he probably couldn't understand it at all. He could see Long Chen's dark force that recoiled, and he couldn't help but applaud. Looking at the ordinary but mysterious move, if the timing of using it was not perfect enough, he might be seriously injured.

"What's going on!" Zhang Caijun jumped up, completely stunned.

The servant beside him immediately ran over and helped Wang Hu up and whispered, "Young Master... He fainted, probably because he was feeling uncomfortable."

"Idiot! I'm embarrassed and take it back first."

Although he cursed in a low voice, the others still couldn't hear the sound. He immediately smiled and said, "Awesome, brother, will you continue to challenge?" He said without hesitation and threw the small bag of Lingyuan Stone beside his table at Long Chen.

Everyone came without rejecting it, Long Chen immediately took it and hung it around his waist, "Of course, continue."

Zhang Caijun's lips raised slightly, "Cai Kun, go up and perform well."

The second guard jumped up and landed skillfully on the fighting stage. Cai Kun was tall, with half bald head on the horse's face, and the other half with long brown hair, squinting eyes, and fierce appearance. He looked like a powerful character.

"Cai Kun, please show your skills."

Cai Kun was carrying his hands on his back, looking arrogant.

"I'm here to be an unknown man, you first."

Cai Kun narrowed his eyes, "Then I'm not polite."

Cai Kun rushed over with a black figure, and the speed of the sword of both hands was as fast as the sword could not be seen even by the remaining figures of the Martial King.

Whoosh-

Cai Kun appeared twenty meters behind Long Chen from fifty meters in front of Long Chen.

"Hmph!" Cai Kun snorted coldly. This is the speed that only the peak of Wuzong can achieve.

Originally, many people thought that this moment was over.

After all, it was too fast and they didn't see it, but Long Chen turned around and didn't even have his wide sleeves broken.

"What?" Cai Kun was surprised, "Are you okay?"

Long Chen stretched out his right hand, "Ling Feng's hand knife, you seem to have not yet practiced it."

"You seem to be a little capable." Cai Kun felt that Long Chen was not as simple as he imagined, and unfolded his high-level Wushuo Sect aura.

"High-level Wuzong!"

This span is too big, right? Many people onlookers were shocked. Just now, he was just King Wu, and the second one was Wu Zong. No wonder he won the second one with three hundred Lingyuan Stones.

Cai Kun sneered, "Do you need me to put some water?"

"Need not."

Cai Kun failed to show off and became angry, "I haven't opened my breath yet."

Long Chen shrugged, "I don't think it's necessary."

That is to say, you don’t need to expose your breath.

The cowhide was so angry that Cai Kun was furious, "Since you are looking for death, I will let you know the pain of ignorance!"

Cai Kun jumped up, his breath was fully unfolded, and he used the move of King Wu, "Martial Arts, the Burialist's Hand Knife!"

Long Chen stood there without moving. He directly caught the sword that was strong and strong enough to break the river with one hand. He exhale - the wind of breath blew, Long Chen smiled and used his physical strength to catch the martial arts with one hand, without moving at all.

Ka—The martial arts table surface cracked 30 meters, but Long Chen still did not move at all.

Grab the opponent's knife, pull it, then squeeze the fist with your right hand, punch, "Get out!"

Wow—dong—flying out a hundred meters and hitting the ground, breaking through the range of ten meters, hitting the wall beside the fighting platform, life and death are unknown.
Chapter completed!