Xiao Feng bared his teeth and smiled: "Oh, she's so beautiful and unparalleled, haha..."
"Son of a bitch, I'm going to kill you!"
Geng Junhua went completely crazy, his swords flying all over the sky.
‘Papa…’
Xiao Feng was dodging left and right, and the willow branches were whipping back and forth in the cracks.
After just two rounds, Geng Junhua was beaten and bruised all over his body.
Not to mention her clothes were in tatters, she had also been slapped hard twice on the face, and the two bright streaks of blood looked like someone had drawn a cross on her face with a pen.
"Hahaha... big painted face."
The group of warriors below the ring began to boo and fight.
Geng Junhua was so angry that his eyes widened and his whole body trembled.
"Xiao, how dare you humiliate me."
"Even if I risk my life today, I will knock you off the ring, ah..."
She screamed and rushed forward like a mad dog.
‘Pa…’
Xiao Feng jumped to avoid it, and the willow branch hit her waist directly.
'Wow...'
Suddenly, Geng Junhua's pants fell down, revealing the white panties underneath.
Everyone in the audience was stunned. Geng Junhua's face turned red instantly and he quickly pulled up his pants.
But it was still too late, she had already been seen.
What's even worse is that there is a puddle of yellow mark under her white panties.
"Damn it! What is that yellow thing?"
"I know, that's shit from farts."
"Ouch, it's so disgusting, hahaha..."
The Wumeng Conference was originally very serious, but at this moment, the whole audience kept laughing, which was even more lively than the cross talk show.
"You bastards, shut up."
Geng Junhua roared loudly at the bottom.
Leng Mufeng's face turned green and he quickly lowered his head.
He felt extremely embarrassed. This woman didn't like bathing, and she still hasn't changed it.
On the rostrum, the four adults also frowned. What's this? It's really embarrassing.
Xiao Feng shook the willow branch and smiled flatly.
"Master Geng, your underwear is too dirty. Remember to wash it next time."
"You are a woman after all, can you please stop being so sloppy?"
"You...you..."
Geng Junhua pointed at him, his whole body shaking violently.
"puff!"
Suddenly, she spurted out a mouthful of blood.
He rolled his eyes and fainted on the ring. He was so angry that he vomited blood.
This competition ended in farce.
Geng Junhua was carried off the ring, and Xiao Feng successfully advanced.
The Zhenjiang Martial Arts Club cheered, especially Yang Liuqing, who was particularly happy.
Over at Yunfeng Martial Arts Association, Duan Chenzong had a gloomy old face.
This has been two losses in a row. If this continues, the number one spot will be lost.
"A useless thing, a piece of trash."
"It doesn't matter if you can't beat me, but you're actually so angry that you vomit blood?"
"The face of our Yunfeng Martial Arts Association has been completely disgraced by her."
Duan Chenzong spat and cursed fiercely.
"President, please calm down."
"As long as I'm here, Yunfeng will never lose."
Dong Shijie said respectfully from the side.
"good!"
Duan Chenzong nodded and smiled: "Shijie, behave well, you will be the new vice president."
"Yes, thank you, President, for your support."
Dong Shijie was so excited that he finally got the chance.
In the afternoon, the third round of the Wu League Conference continued.
We have entered the later stage, and every competition is exciting. It can be said that the warriors on the stage now are the elites of major martial arts associations.
Judging from the current situation, the top four martial arts clubs have the best chance of winning.
Among the twelve divisions, the bottom six Budokai were eliminated on their way to the third round.
Yunfeng Martial Arts Club still has the highest voice, and the other is Longtan Martial Arts Club. Many people believe that Longtan can hit the first place this year.
The competition continued one by one, and soon came to the final showdown of the third round.
Gongsun Liang stood on the ring and looked around.
"Today's final showdown will be between Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association Yang Liuqing and Yunfeng Martial Arts Association Dong Shijie."
"Here, I would like to focus on praising Yang Liuqing."
"As one of the few female disciples in the Martial Arts League, she made great progress and fought her way out of the siege."
"Being able to stand out among many male disciples is enough to prove her strength."
"Now, let us give our warmest applause to Yang Liuqing."
'Wow...'
Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.
This is the first person Gongsun Liang has publicly praised so far in the Wumeng Conference.
"Liu Qing, be careful."
"Sister Liu Qing, defeat that bastard."
People from the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association cheered for her.
"Liu Qing, don't be careless."
"Dong Shijie is by no means an ordinary person."
Everyone else was encouraging her, but Xiao Feng was the only one reminding her.
"Hall Master Xiao, just watch."
"It depends on how I deal with him. I won't let him lose face."
Yang Liuqing was full of confidence, walked forward with her head held high, and leaped onto the ring.
"Arrogant soldiers will be defeated, alas..."
Xiao Feng shook his head and sighed.
In the previous two duels, Yang Liuqing was victorious. She was already overwhelmed by the victory and began to swell.
This is also the weakness of human nature. Once you achieve a little success, you will forget about it.
"Master, you have no confidence in Liu Qing?"
Yuan Yin asked softly.
"It's not that he has no confidence, it's that Liu Qing underestimated the opponent too much."
Xiao Feng said seriously.
"Dong Shijie doesn't have much ability."
"He is just a peak Huang Realm warrior, there is nothing to fear."
Yuan Yin laughed.
"You are wrong, Dong Shijie must have a trump card."
"The Yunfeng Martial Arts Association has lost three games in a row, and Duan Chenzong can still be so calm. What does it mean?"
Xiao Feng questioned.
Yuan Yin blinked and thought for a moment, then was suddenly startled.
"Master, you mean...Dong Shijie is a killer?"
"That's right!"
Xiao Feng nodded: "You can only look at someone new if you haven't seen them for three days."
"No one knows what Dong Shijie has been through during this period."
Yuan Yin looked at the ring, suddenly feeling worried.
"Gongsun Supervises Shi, this junior should be polite."
Yang Liuqing knew etiquette very well and bowed with her fists clasped on the stage.
"Haha... no need to be polite."
Gongsun Liang looked her up and down with admiration in his eyes.
"Not bad, not bad, strong internal energy, body as light as a swallow, good kung fu."
"Liu Qing, it doesn't matter whether you can enter the finals or not."
"When the conference is over, you will definitely have a place in the Martial Alliance."
This is a sure sign that Yang Liuqing will be promoted.
After all, he is also a hall leader, and maybe he can also hold the position of vice-president. After all, the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association currently has no vice-president.
Yang Liuqing was overjoyed and bowed: "Thank you, Mr. Supervisor Shi, I will not let you down."
"Are you confident about this competition?"
Gongsun Liang asked with a smile.
Yang Liuqing nodded: "Of course, I won't lose."
"Hahaha...you don't have a soft tone?"
Suddenly, Dong Shijie flew onto the ring. He was full of energy and his eyes were particularly sharp.
He folded his arms and said contemptuously: "Gongsun Supervisor Shi, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."
"This hall master is bound to win this competition."
"oh?"
Gongsun Liang frowned, a little unhappy.
"Hall Master Dong, Liu Qing is a little girl after all, please show mercy."
"snort!"
Dong Shijie smiled coldly: "Don't worry, I am still very compassionate and will not kill anyone."