Everyone in the audience was stunned. He could even defeat such a powerful leg. Dong Shijie's strength was unfathomable.
Luo Jiuyang frowned, this is the terrifying thing about the September Book.
Once you practice successfully, you will also have a huge breakthrough in other martial arts you have learned.
The current Dong Shijie, even if he is a peak warrior in the Xuan Realm, may not be able to defeat him.
"What? Miss!"
Leng Mufeng exclaimed and hurried over.
Yuan Yin was already unconscious, her face was frighteningly white, and blood was bleeding from the corner of her mouth.
"Quickly, carry the eldest lady back."
Several people quickly carried Yuan Yin away.
She suffered serious internal injuries, and her internal organs were bleeding. If she was not treated in time, her life would be lost.
Since Xiao Feng was away, Yuan Nanwu could only use his true energy to forcefully prolong his daughter's life. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
"President Yuan, I'm coming."
At the critical moment, Linghu Kong came to help.
He is also a master of traditional Chinese medicine, so there is no problem in extending his life.
"President Yuan, I'm sorry."
"It's a bit harsh, please forgive me."
Dong Shijie stood on the ring and said with a strange air.
Yuan Nanwu, who has always been calm, lost control today.
His daughter is his lifeblood, and this touches his negative side.
"Dong Shijie, do you dare to kill my daughter? I will never spare you."
He jumped up to the ring, went straight to Dong Shijie and killed him.
"stop!"
Suddenly, a teacup flew over and stopped Yuan Nanwu's actions. The person who took action was none other than Luo Jiuyang.
"Yuan Nanwu, what do you want to do?"
Duan Chenzong shouted loudly and stood up.
"As the president, don't you know the rules of the conference? You are clearly contemptuous of the Martial Alliance."
"Lord Alliance Leader, please give me a fair word."
Yuan Nanwu calmed down. Fortunately, Luo Jiuyang stopped him in time, otherwise he would have been in trouble.
If he killed Dong Shijie, he would definitely be taken to the execution hall and put on death row.
You can find another chance to take revenge later, but now you have to stabilize the situation.
"Lord Leader, I was impulsive."
He bowed slightly and lowered his posture.
"Is it enough to just say something impulsive?"
Duan Chenzong held on to him and said, "How did you become the president of the guild? The leader of the hall is lawless, and you are also messing around? It's really a crooked one."
Yuan Nanwu was choked to silence and could only swallow his anger for the time being.
"I miss your beloved daughter so much, forget it this time and go down."
Luo Jiuyang waved his hand and found an excuse for him.
Gongsun Liang immediately announced that Dong Shijie won the first showdown today.
The people from the Yunfeng Martial Arts Association cheered, and Duan Chenzong looked scheming and smiled proudly.
"Hall Master Dong, please get off the ring."
Seeing that he was still on top, Gongsun Liang stretched out his hand to signal.
"No!"
Dong Shijie shook his finger: "Gongsun Supervisor Shi, I want to challenge everyone."
"What?"
"Hall Master Dong, are you kidding?"
Gongsun Liang had a sullen face, you are too arrogant.
"Haha... Do you think I'm joking?"
Dong Shijie said with a sly smile: "It's too troublesome to fight each other one by one. Let's just let them fight together. I will fight one against six."
"What did you say? One against six?"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Since the establishment of the Wumeng Conference, this situation has never happened. Someone took the initiative to ask for one against six.
There are only two situations in this situation, either he has a fart in his head, or his head is kicked by a donkey.
Even if your martial arts cultivation is advanced, you can't defeat one against six?
What's more, there are four supervisors, including the monster Linghu Kong. Where did you get the courage?
Gongsun Liang said displeased: "Dong Shijie, do you know what you are talking about?"
"The Martial Alliance Conference is not a place for you to talk nonsense."
"Gongsun Supervises History, I am very serious."
Dong Shijie put his hands behind his back and raised his head slightly: "Six masters, please come to the ring."
"If I lose, it's my own fault and no one else's fault."
"If I'm lucky enough to win, I'll be the number one person in the Martial Alliance Conference. I'll be welcome."
When these two sentences were released, it could be said that one stone stirred up a thousand waves and immediately attracted public outrage.
"Dong Shijie, who do you think you are?"
"That's right, if you want to challenge six masters on your own, you are being too arrogant, aren't you?"
"I think you are looking for death, why are you pretending?"
Many warriors reprimanded him, and some people couldn't stand his style.
Some people are making fun of people and have an envious, jealous and hateful mentality.
Suddenly, a figure flew onto the ring from below.
The person who came was as light as a swallow, and he turned over and landed lightly on the ground.
He is wearing a black cloth coat, has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is full of righteousness.
"Hall Master Dong, are you here prepared?"
"Cao Meng supervises Shi, please be polite."
Dong Shijie clasped his fists and showed a provocative smile.
The other party is none other than Cao Meng, one of the Twelve Supervisors of the Martial League.
This person is the youngest supervisor besides Linghu Kong.
He is in his early thirties, has advanced martial arts skills, and is an upright man. He has a very good reputation in the martial arts league.
Cao Meng cupped his hands and smiled: "Since Hall Master Dong is so confident, let me learn your clever tricks first."
"Okay, please!"
Dong Shijie bared his teeth and nodded, taking a few steps back.
"Old Cao, are you sure you want to fight him?"
Gongsun Liang asked softly.
"Of course, he said so. Do you want to be a coward?"
Cao Meng said seriously.
Gongsun Liang said angrily: "Didn't he say that we would fight one against six? Why don't we just call the other five people over? Let me see how capable he is."
"No need!"
Cao Meng raised his hand: "With one against six, even if we win, we can't win with force."
"What's more, he said it deliberately, knowing that the Martial Alliance would not allow this to happen, this cunning guy."
"Then be careful!"
Gongsun Liang reminded him, turned around and got off the ring.
The two looked at each other, and Dong Shijie spoke first with a smile on his face.
"Master Cao, I've heard for a long time that your Pi Gua Palm is used throughout the world."
"I am truly honored to be able to spar with you today."
Cao Meng's face was expressionless and meticulous.
"Hall Master Dong, you're welcome.
"Your Hunyuan Palm just now was an eye-opener for me, I admire you!"
"Hahaha... funny."
Dong Shijie cupped his fists and said, "If I accidentally hurt Master Cao, please forgive me."
Cao Meng smiled coldly: "If I get hurt by you, it will only be because I am not as skilled as others."
"Hall Master Dong, take action."
Dong Shijie stretched out his hand: "To express my respect, please go ahead."
"Okay, then I'm offended."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Meng strode forward and struck with his true energy.
'Bang!'
There was a muffled sound, and Dong Shijie used his arms to carry it hard, and was blown away two or three meters away on the spot.
"ah!"
Before he could regain his footing, Cao Meng jumped up and struck down with a palm in the air.
Dong Shijie raised his hand to block again, but the opponent's palm came down and hit him hard on the shoulder.
‘Crack!’
Dong Shijie's expression changed. His shoulder was actually dislocated and he could no longer move his entire left arm.
Cao Meng didn't give him a chance to fight back, and struck again with his third palm.
This time Dong Shijie didn't dare to bear it any more. He flew forward and rolled around to avoid it.
'Bang!'
The wind from his palm struck the ring, throwing up a piece of gravel and creating a crack.
You must know that this arena is made of large rocks, and its hardness can be imagined.
He can split a crack with the wind of his palm, which is enough to prove his strength.