Pan Chenfeng on the stage pretended to be mysterious and shook the note in his hand, and said slowly: "Now, the exciting moment is coming. Four masters will face off in pairs. Who will their opponent be?"

There were a lot of "cheating" voices in the audience, obviously very dissatisfied with the host's pretense of mystery.

Pan Chenfeng smiled sarcastically, raised the note and read: "The first group, Muay Thai master Jia Tuo Ni versus Shaolin's number one monk Zeng Yilong!"

The audience cheered, and Pan Chenfeng smiled and said: "Okay, there is no need to read the list of the second group. Now, let's immediately enter our cruel and exciting competition!"

Tang Feng turned to look at Ouyang Xue and said, "Who do you think will win?"

Ouyang Xue said: "It must be Jia Tuo Ni. He should be the strongest among the four in this match. Muay Thai was born for fighting. It is practical and not fancy."

Tang Feng disagreed and said: "So you think our Xuanyuan Kingdom's martial arts are fancy?"

Ouyang Xue turned around and said with a smile: "Of course not. Our Xuanyuan Kingdom's martial arts was originally produced in actual combat duels with ancient cold weapons. It is naturally not just a show."

Tang Feng looked at Ouyang Xue's bright eyes and couldn't help but feel dizzy. He took a deep breath, looked at Ouyang Xue with a smile that he thought was handsome, and said, "Then why do you say that Shaolin monks are not good?"

Ouyang Xue covered her mouth and said with a smile: "It seems you really don't understand. This Zeng Yilong has only practiced Shaolin boxing for a few days. He only knows a few empty airs. He can usually fight with others, but when he meets a real master,

I’m afraid it’s time to stop cooking. And,”

Speaking of this, Ouyang Xue increased her tone and said: "A large part of our martial arts is a fatal move, which is extremely vicious, such as inserting eyes, teasing the vagina, and hitting the weak point. This martial arts style arena

Although the conditions are relaxed, these fatal moves are still not allowed to be used."

Tang Feng nodded and said: "I admit that what you said makes sense, but I still think Zeng Yilong will win."

"Would you like to bet?" Ouyang Xue said with a slight smile, looking at Tang Feng Yingying.

At that moment, Tang Feng was a little dizzy. He had been secretly in love with his college sweetheart for five years. He didn't expect to be able to sit so close together today and laugh at each other.

When Ouyang Xue saw that Tang Feng didn't speak, but just stared at her stupidly, she couldn't help but feel shy and lowered her head.

Tang Feng finally came to his senses and nodded hurriedly: "Okay, just bet."

Ouyang Xue straightened up, her cheeks a little red, and said, "Then you are going to lose to death?"

Tang Feng thought for a while and said: "If I lose, I will peel apples for you every day. But what if you lose?"

When Ouyang Xue heard Tang Feng's bet, she couldn't help feeling shy again. She said, "I can't lose. If I lose, it's up to you."

After Tang Feng heard this, he immediately drooled. This line had such rich connotations that he couldn't help but smile obscenely at Ouyang Xue.

Ouyang Xue saw Tang Feng's smile and immediately knew that this guy was thinking wrongly. She couldn't help but laughed angrily: "What are you thinking about? You can't even hold sulfur buns in your mouth. If I lose, I'll be your pawn for a month."

Free driver.”

Tang Feng was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, let's high-five as an oath."

Two young palms clicked together, one black and one white, one large and one small. The moment they touched, a warm current of happiness surged in Tang Feng's heart.

At this time, Muay Thai master Jia Tuo Ni and Shaolin's number one monk Zeng Yilong had already stepped onto the ring. A middle-aged referee stepped onto the ring. After briefly explaining the rules, the game started with a "dang" sound.

Jia Tuoni roared loudly, and his explosive muscles instantly released huge power. He rushed forward and hit the monk Zeng Yilong straight away.

Zeng brother Zeng Yilong also had two brushes. When he saw Jia Tuo Ni approaching, he took a side step to avoid Jia Tuo Ni's fierce knee. Then he hugged his waist, then threw him over his shoulder, "Pa"

With a loud sound, Jia Tuo Ni was thrown to the ground with a crisp sound.

The people in the audience immediately burst into cheers, as if the martial arts of Xuanyuan Kingdom were one level higher than Muay Thai.

Tang Feng couldn't help cheering, patted Ouyang Xue beside him on the shoulder and said: "You see, my little driver, you are going to lose."

Ouyang Xue said with a smile: "Don't be complacent. This is just because Jia Tuoni is not very familiar with Xuanyuan martial arts."

Tang Feng felt the smoothness on his hands and couldn't help but smile proudly.

At this time, Jia Tuo Ni on the court had already climbed up and gave a thumbs up to Zeng brother Zeng Yilong. Zeng Yilong patted his bald head, and then gently moved his palm, signaling Jia Tuo Ni to attack very frivolously.

Jia Tuo Ni smiled easily, then walked forward slowly, and then thrust out his right leg violently, a straight kick to the chest.

Zeng Yilong fiercely hugged Jia Tuoni's legs with both hands, and then he felt a tightness in his chest. It turned out that although he hugged Jia Tuoni's legs, he could not eliminate the huge explosive power contained in the legs.

Zeng Yilong endured the severe pain and was about to throw him with his legs crossed. At this moment, he saw Jia Tuo Ni leaping up high, then bending his left leg into a bow, and with a "thud", he hit Zeng Yilong's chin

at.

Then there was a "bang" sound, and Zeng Yilong fell back three to four meters, fell to the ground, and could not get up again.

The court fell silent for a while. No one expected that less than a minute after the game started, the number one monk in the Shaolin Temple would be KO...

At this time, on one side of the ring, two bald coaches were calling eagerly: "Yilong, get up, hurry up, you haven't used your special move yet, your iron head skills haven't been used yet."

It's just that Jia Tuoni's blow was too powerful, and the area where it hit was particularly fragile. Zeng Yilong could only lie on the ground like a dead pig.

The referee started counting the seconds, and the audience in the field also cheered for Zeng Yilong, but he just moved and was ultimately defeated.

Jia Tuo Ni clasped his hands towards the audience, then walked down and carried him away. With this kind of result, the referee no longer needed to announce the decision.

Ouyang Xue turned to Tang Feng, covering her mouth and laughing.

Tang Feng curled his lips and said with pretense of regret: "Okay, you won one game, but do you dare to bet again in the next game?"

Ouyang Xue blinked her bright big eyes and said, "Okay, I'll definitely bet on my cousin to win."

Tang Feng laughed and said, "I'll bet on that butcher to win. Hehe."

Ouyang Xue nodded, and then she turned around with a guilty conscience, not daring to look at Tang Feng again. In fact, Ouyang Xue understood that her cousin, Huo Hu, was no match for the butcher Zhang San. The main reason was that the two of them had no chance

He is not a heavyweight. The butcher weighs more than 200 kilograms, while Huo Hu only weighs more than 120 kilograms. In addition, Huo Hu does not know how to adapt and only knows how to fight with tricks, so he will definitely lose.

But for some reason, Ouyang Xue was looking forward to losing a game, so that she could take Tang Feng to and from get off work every day, which would be considered a compensation for him.

"Compensation?" Ouyang Xue thought with some guilt. What exactly did she want to compensate Tang Feng? Why should she compensate? Why should she be willing to be his driver?

Just when Ouyang Xue's mind was in chaos, the second knockout round had already begun.

Huo Hu on the stage cupped his fists towards the butcher Zhang Sanyi, then waved his hands and landed on one foot, especially like a martial arts master.

It's a pity that Zhang San is just a butcher, how can he understand this? Seeing that the competition bell has rang, Zhang San didn't hesitate, raised his casserole-sized fist and waved it.

Even though Zhang San was so fat, his punching speed and nimble steps were not clumsy at all, and his casserole-sized fists hit Huo Hu.

After all, Huo Hu had practiced. When he saw the fist coming, he stepped sideways to avoid it and faced it with both hands, hoping to break Zhang San's wrist with a small grappling move.

According to Huo Hu's usual drills, as soon as he used this move, the opponent should immediately withdraw his punch. But Zhang San obviously didn't understand. The casserole-sized fist still roared down, and was directly held by Huo Hu's hands.

It's just that Zhang San's fist speed is too fast, and Zhang San is too strong.

Huo Hu exerted force with both palms, but could not bend Zhang San's wrist even half an inch.

At this time, Zhang San pulled back his arms fiercely and hugged Huo Hu in his arms. Then he used his arms to lift Huo Hu easily, and then threw him violently.

With a "swipe", Huo Hu was directly thrown out of the ring by Zhang San and landed in the open space outside the field.

The audience burst into laughter. In this martial arts arena, there were really KOs of various styles.
Chapter completed!