The people from the Bianmenghui and the District Menghui came up and persuaded them to persuade them to leave. After five or six minutes of delay, Liang Chen, who was in the iron cage, was now lying on the blood-stained ground, raising his spirits to the greatest extent.

The boss Xu Jicheng below held his number ball, and his eyes were almost ignorant. He finally saw Liang Chen was exhausted and almost lost his strength to stand up. He wanted to take the opportunity to get a big advantage, but as the two big men on the stage were quarreling there, time was passing by bit. If Liang Chen, the tiger, was energetic again, his thugs would probably lose the best opportunity to kill Liang Chen.

After a long quarrel, the two of them finally calmed down. Yu Zhanyuan scolded a little bastard and was so angry that Kong Zechun almost died of breath. His teeth were grinding loudly, and he could only endure it. However, his eyes staring at Yu Zhanyuan were extremely resentful.

But no matter what, the sword ceremony still has to continue. Even with Yu Zhanyuan's majesty, he dared not easily break this ancient tradition. However, in any case, he had already won the most precious time for Liang Chen to breathe.

"Liang Ziheng, you haven't answered my question yet. Why don't you give me face?" Yu Zhanyuan finally asked Liang Ziheng and narrowed his eyes to Liang Chen Ziheng. Liang Ziheng understood and smiled, "Of course we have to follow the rules of the Sword Festival. Uncle Yu, I still understand this rule. If I don't give up, my boxer will not give up."[

"Okay, boss Xu Jicheng, please show your number ball." Yu Zhanyuan nodded and turned to look at Xu Jicheng.

"I chose No. 4, Boss Liang Ziheng." Xu Jicheng almost grinded his teeth and forced this sentence out of his teeth. Seeing the opportunity of his hand slipped away quietly, he was certainly unwilling to accept it. However, he still held a hint of luck, hoping that Liang Chen would not recover so soon, and his boxer still had an opportunity to take advantage of it.

His answer was already expected by everyone, including Liang Ziheng's men, all of them shook their heads and sneered, deeply moved by this sword ceremony. This is clearly a playful person, which is too unfair. But at this moment, they have to face this unfair rule, and there is nothing they can do about it.

Xu Jicheng's boxer went to fight, but it turned out to be a black and black Asan. He walked out with his hands together, without raising his head.

At this moment, Liang Chen on the field had slowly climbed up again and stood there with difficulty, his body still tilted to the right. It seemed that the injury on the left had completely attacked, and the pain was so that he didn't dare to touch the ground.

A fire of hope ignited in Xu Jicheng's eyes again.

However, the spark of his hope was shattered before it burned for a long time. The one who had high hopes that could make the bones on his body extremely soft and even bend his waist 180 degrees, was locking Liang Chen's left arm and left leg with his arms and thighs and pulling Liang Chen's left leg desperately to make Liang Chen's injury worse, Liang Chen used his right hand to twist one of his legs a 360-degree circle - like rebar.
Chapter completed!