On the arena, the wandering monk Shatuluo appeared.

Immediately after, a thin man shrouded in black robes came up.

"Soul Six!"

Ye Feng recognized the other person at a glance.

In order to force the Chu Family Martial Arts School to submit, the Tianwu Club set up a life-or-death battle at the entrance of the martial arts school.

This Soul Six had a battle with Ye Feng.

The other party had two ribs broken by him that day.

"Recovery is pretty quick."

Ye Feng could see that Hun Liu's rib fracture seemed to have recovered as before.

It must have been treated by a famous doctor.

But then again.

Wandering Monk Shatuluo is almost the first master that the people of Tianwu Club have encountered in this martial arts tournament so far.

Hun Liu's strength has also entered the middle stage of internal strength, and he can be considered a leader in Jiangcheng.

The next battle should be exciting.

But before the game starts.

The referee, however, focused on the weapon on Kshatura's shoulder.

"Kshatura, according to the rules of the tournament, no weapons are allowed to be used in the preliminary round."

"Put down the weapons on your shoulders."

The referee standing in front of Kshatura raised his head and said.

Kshatura slowly glanced at the giant thing on his shoulder.

Then he said in a slow and deep voice: "I don't know how to use it."

The referee was very dissatisfied with Kshatura's slow attitude.

He scolded: "Don't you understand what I'm saying? You are carrying a weapon and you say you don't know how to use it. Who will believe it?!"

"If I say I can't use it, I won't use it."

Kshatura's eyes were calm.

The referee sneered: "Haha, that's ridiculous. You said no, so why are you wasting one hand carrying it? Do you want to compete with one hand?"

Shatura nodded: "Okay."

"Okay, be brave, right?"

"The ugly thing is ahead. As long as you use this weapon for even half a minute, our referee team will immediately award a loss!"

The referee was also very unhappy with Kshatura's attitude.

Immediately set the rules to death.

But Kshatura just nodded again: "Okay."

"Okay, let's get started!"

clang!

As soon as the referee finished speaking, he sounded the gong.

Seeing this, Ye Feng in the audience could not help but smile slightly.

The next competition will be more interesting.

"osu!"

Hun Liu, who was under the black robe, bowed and saluted, then got into a posture.

But Ksatura didn't move at all, just staring at Hun Liu, who was much smaller than him.

"Here we go! Who do you think will win?"

"We haven't fought yet, who knows."

"That Soul Six is ​​a master from the Tianwu Club. He was very strong last time he came to our martial arts hall to set up a ring. Although he doesn't like it, I guess this bitch should win."

"It makes some sense, but didn't Senior Brother Wang Bin just say that these wandering monks are inherited from the eminent monks of the Tang Dynasty, so they shouldn't be bad at all."

"That was eight hundred years ago..."

A group of junior brothers from the Chu Family Martial Arts School were talking to each other in low voices.

All in all, everyone and the Tianwu Society are also sworn enemies.

No one wants Tianwu Club to win.

But Hun Liu's strength has been seen by all before, at least in the middle stage of internal strength.

So even if I feel reluctant, I still understand that Soul Six has a greater chance of winning.

"Brother Feng, what do you think?"

Zhang Qilong asked in a deep voice.

Ye Feng smiled: "Of course I see it with my eyes."

Zhang Qilong was slightly startled, his eyes almost bulging out of his head.

Putting on an innocent look, he said, "Brother Feng, can you please stop being so naughty?"

"Okay, let's get down to business,"

"You and my brothers and sisters, watch it carefully. This competition should be very exciting, and it may be very fruitful for you."

Ye Feng said lightly.

"oh."

Zhang Qilong nodded.

But the word "oh" hasn't been fully spoken yet.

The warriors watching the competition around the ring suddenly heard bursts of exclamation.

Looking up, I saw the arena.

Hun Liu, shrouded in a black robe, fell from mid-air and hit the ground heavily like a cannonball.

Driven by inertia, it slid out again against the ground.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound and it hit the pillar beside the ring hard before it stopped.

"Wow!~"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Hun Liu's mouth, staining the ground red.

It was obvious that he had suffered serious injuries.

As for his opponent, Shatura, he was still standing in the same position as he was at the beginning, as if he hadn't moved.

"What's going on? What just happened?"

Zhang Qilong's face was filled with shock.

Because I was talking to Ye Feng just now, I happened to miss the beginning of this scene.

I looked up hastily and saw only the final result.

"This...this is a strange...monster!"

Wang Bin's eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at Kshatura on the stage, and he hesitated.

The expressions of the other warriors around him were not much better.

Everyone looked stunned.

It was as if they had seen something incredible and unimaginable to them.

"What monster?"

"You should make it clear!"

Zhang Qilong was even more curious when he saw everyone looking like this.

"He! That wandering monk Kshatura! He is a monster!"

"Just now, Hun Liu from the Tianwu Society took the lead and flew out of nowhere without even touching Shatura! And he was injured on the spot..."

"This damn thing, magic is nothing more than this. Do you dare to believe it??"

Wang Bin suppressed his blush and recounted the scene he just saw in one breath.

"You mean, Shatura didn't do anything? Hun Liu flew out on his own?"
To be continued...