Under the surrounding high platforms.

Suddenly, there were voices of discussion. The battle has not started yet. Is it over?

I didn’t see how Hanxing Canglong stepped down from power at all.

"This..., Master!"

"What's going on?"

"That Hanxing Canglong was so powerful, why was he suddenly knocked down?"

The words were crisp, slightly high-spirited, and quite unbelievable.

With his current methods, he absolutely cannot deal with Wudang's Hanxing Canglong.

And the so-called miraculous doctor with holy hands actually threw it down.

"this……."

"I didn't see it clearly either."

"The Hanxing Canglong sword move stopped moving before I could use it. Could it be a hidden weapon?"

The old man was also stunned.

Because I didn’t see it clearly either.

"Brother!"

"It should be a hidden weapon."

"Just now, the little holy-hand miracle doctor patted Hanxing Canglong, and he was able to move immediately."

"But before it could be used, it was thrown down."

"Hanxing Canglong must have been hit by a hidden weapon."

"Holy Hands of Miracle Doctor!"

"Doctors have the clearest understanding of the acupoints on the human body."

"Silver Needle?"

"Somewhat similar!"

Another slightly older voice responded.

Judging from my own eyesight and experience, it was obvious that Hanxing Canglong couldn't move even if he wanted to, only his acupuncture points were blocked.

hidden weapon!

Holy Hands of Miracle Doctor!

With such a long distance, a large hidden weapon is definitely not possible. Does the silver needle look similar?

There seemed to be some light just now.

"hidden weapon!"

"At his age, it is impossible for him to have very high martial arts skills."

"What a trick."

The senior brother nodded.

The doctor was very young, about the same age as Fang Yi. Apart from concealed weapons, he probably wasn't very good at other martial arts.

"hidden weapon!"

"It's so awesome!"

He actually defeated Hanxing Canglong, a person that even Senior Brother Liu said he might not have beaten before.

The miraculous doctor with holy hands actually knocked him out of office.

A soft word mixed with praise.

"If he's not strong enough, he'll be in trouble."

A calm word came from his side again.

…

…

Yi Chusan felt that he seemed a little weak. As soon as he sat down on the chair, someone came on stage to challenge him?

Seeing that I am young and weak.

Not very strong?

This...is not okay!

"I hold the Crazy Sword of Heaven!"

"Please advise!"

The man in front of me was using a machete.

About thirty years old.

I don’t know what his strength is, but his nickname is quite loud.

Yi Chusan nodded.

Immediately, the man struck down with a knife.

If you want to save yourself some trouble.

What's the best approach?

Yi Chusan thought it was very simple.

He took one step forward and was about ten feet away in an instant. He kicked it out and returned to his seat without even looking.

As for the sky-raising mad sword, he was directly kicked hard on the chest.

Then the whole person flew out of the high platform in an instant, with undiminished momentum, flying another full twenty feet, and the air was filled with blood mist.

Bang!

Falling heavily on the ground.

His whole body was covered in blood, and he tried to struggle to get up, but he couldn't.

In an instant, the entire high platform was surrounded by silence.

All eyes fell on the Sky-Qing Crazy Sword on the ground!

This...he was kicked away before he even started taking action?

Life or death is unknown at this moment.

"..."

"What a fast movement."

"What a powerful force!"

The old commentator from before was also surprised, and then exclaimed.

The distance of one foot is taken in one step.

With one kick, the Sky-Qing Kuangdao was instantly seriously injured.

"Sister!"

"I just said he is very powerful!"

The owner of the soft voice said excitedly.

"..."

"Very strong!"

The words of calm are not calm, but already startling.

"This little baby is not weak."

"Holy Hands of Miracle Doctor!"

"Although I've never heard of it, but this move... you can't even do it, Mr. Qian!"

The spectators at the high stage around him could not help but whisper.

"snort!"

"You can do it?"

A short, fat man in a coarse shirt was dissatisfied.

"I..., almost!"

The man gave a somewhat hesitant response.
To be continued...