C199 Master Vs Master

One of them was the Chief Elder of Sanzhong Hee, Master Meng, and the other was the newly arrived Chief Divine Doctor of Treasure Hall, Master Zhong.

Especially Grandmaster Meng, who was a Grandmaster of Xing Yi Martial Arts. There were at least thousands of people in the Xing Yi branch who practiced Xing Yi Martial Arts. Witnessing the fight between the Xing Yi Grandmasters would increase their martial arts cultivation tremendously, and they would all head over to the Dragon Slaying Platform to spectate.

In addition to these thousands of people, there were also the members of the Sanzhong Hee Society, Meng Yongsheng's friends, and some Treasure Hall fans.

Treasure Hall belonged to the later generation, although it was a short period of time, a wave of Pill s had sprung up within the Chongyang Island, and these hardcore fans were the ones who benefited.

including Liu Gao and the others, all came to watch the competition from the Dragon Slaying Platform.

The Dragon Slaying Platform's audience seating area could accommodate twenty to twenty thousand people, and at this moment, he had already sat close to half of it.

Jiang Wuchen and the rest sat at the seats of the friends and relatives, constantly waving flags and cheering for the Uncle Zhong, Bazi had a few staff members raise up a banner and put up a sign saying Treasure Hall.

On the stage, Uncle Zhong and Meng Yongsheng stood facing each other.

Meng Yongsheng's eyes became cold as he activated his Internal Strength. His wide gray sleeves expanded, and in terms of aura, he was a level higher than the Uncle Zhong.

"Uncle Zhong." Jiang Wuchen shouted, "Remember what I said."

Uncle Zhong slightly nodded, "I know, martial skills are used to kill people." Then, he looked at Meng Yongsheng, "Are you ready?"

Meng Yongsheng took a deep breath, "Ready... "Alright." Before she could even finish speaking, Uncle Zhong stomped on the ground, releasing a chi sound, her body rushing forward, her huge palm directly smashing towards Meng Yongsheng's face.

The Internal Strength was released, before the palm had reached him, the Internal Strength had arrived.

Meng Yongsheng retreated back while retracting his head, a flash of anger appeared in his heart, what an old fool, not following common sense at all. When a Grandmaster takes action, he should at least say a few polite words, directly say, is he ready? "Not even giving your father a chance to speak, yet you've suddenly made a move. Truly despicable and shameless.

Uncle Zhong's palm struck empty air, and with a flip, he flew up. Both palms struck out consecutively, releasing Internal Strength, which produced a rumbling sound.

Meng Yongsheng was in a passive position, and after dodging left and right, he appeared to be in a somewhat sorry state.

The Uncle Zhong was merciless, the powerful Internal Strength missed, hitting the heavy stones on the stage and created a loud sound.

The spectators were all watching with rapt attention, afraid that they would miss out on the exciting segment if they closed their eyes.

After the Uncle Zhong got the upper hand, he used vicious moves and closed in step by step.

Meng Yongsheng was actually suppressed to the point that it was hard for him to retaliate, but this Meng Yongsheng was after all a middle stage Grandmaster, it was impossible for Uncle Zhong to rely on his powerful energy to instantly kill him.

After a short while, Meng Yongsheng finally recovered his energy and started to compete with Uncle Zhong in Internal Strength s. In an instant, the two of them flew up and down, sweeping across each other with equal strength.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred moves had passed and both of them were sweating profusely. Meng Yongsheng and Uncle Zhong held their hands together as they said, "Old thief, you and I are on par with each other. We might as well make peace." Meng Yongsheng was slightly out of breath, the consumption of Internal Strength was not small.

He could also tell that Uncle Zhong was not at the early Zongshi realm, but rather had reached the middle stage, just like him.

His Xing Yi Martial Art was extremely tyrannical, and the martial art that his opponent executed was also extremely outstanding.

If the fight continued, one of them would be severely injured.

"For someone of our age to fight and kill on top of this, how much of a joke would people laugh at us if they saw us? "Why don't you and I both step back and shake hands." Meng Yongsheng continued.

Uncle Zhong squinted, "Are you still going to look for trouble with my Treasure Hall?"

Meng Yongsheng saw that he had room to ease up, and shamelessly said: "Brother, stop joking, you and I are both Grandmasters, we understand each other's situation and know each other well. In the future, we will be friends.

Uncle Zhong nodded, "Alright." As he spoke, the two exchanged blows.

Bang.

The powerful Internal Strength shot out from their palms, producing a deafening sound as the two of them took the opportunity to retreat.

It was at this moment that Uncle Zhong's expression suddenly changed, and he actually spat out a mouthful of blood.

Whoosh.

The crowd went into an uproar, they thought that this palm strike had severely injured Uncle Zhong.

"Uncle Zhong?"

Bazi, Shi Yongfaang and Liu Mu shouted in shock.

Jiang Wuchen squinted as he looked at the blood trail on the corner of Uncle Zhong's mouth. It did not seem to be red, but rather... Orange in colour. The corners of his mouth curled up as he smiled.

Meng Yongsheng was also somewhat startled, could it be that the palm strike earlier had injured him? If he was injured, it would be letting him off too easily by just shaking his hand.

If I defeat him, or even heavily injure him, I can ask for Treasure Hall to cut off the land to compensate …

Hm, a billion dollars, is he really just wasting his time like that?

What a pity.

No, I can't let him get away with this.

An evil light flashed across Meng Yongsheng's eyes as he suddenly charged towards Uncle Zhong. His footsteps were light, as if he was walking, but in reality, he was even faster than someone who was running. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Uncle Zhong and struck him with his palm once again.

Uncle Zhong revealed a horrified expression, "Ah? You... You made peace with me just now? "

"Hahaha, old thief, that was just my buffer. Are you a noob? This was the Dragon Slaying Platform, and after coming up, there was only one person standing, how could there be a draw? "Idiot!" Meng Yongsheng cursed.

Uncle Zhong pathetically reached out a palm to clash with him.

Crack.

With another ear-piercing scream, the Uncle Zhong screamed and continued to retreat.

Meng Yongsheng laughed out loud and shouted loudly: "Old thief, leave this here to me today." With that, he jumped up and once again struck towards Uncle Zhong with his palms.

Uncle Zhong clenched his teeth and extended his palms as well.

The two palms collided, causing a loud bang to ring out.

Uncle Zhong retreated back. Meng Yongsheng laughed complacently, "Your Internal Strength must be exhausted, haha..." "Look at this." As he spoke, he raised his hand to cover himself.

At this moment, Uncle Zhong suddenly jumped up, turned around, and stomped his feet, "Azure Dragon Claws!"

Bang.

The kick landed heavily on Meng Yongsheng's chest, using the Internal Strength. Hong! The impact forced Meng Yongsheng to retreat a few steps, his Qi and blood surged, his stomach contracted, his throat blocked, and he nearly vomited out a mouthful of blood.

He quickly stabilized his body and activated the Internal Strength. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, "Ah!" He couldn't help but shout.

Uncle Zhong took the opportunity to catch up and jumped up, kicking both of his legs continuously.

Meng Yongsheng waved his palms as he fought against Uncle Zhong's legs. "What a good old thief, you … "He actually faked his injuries."

"Ha ha-ha, you are cunning even in war. Old fool, if I had been injured just now, I would have been knocked out of the arena by now. Watch my palm." Uncle Zhong said as he suddenly struck out with his palm.

Meng Yongsheng welcomed the attack with his palm, and the two palms clashed once again.

This time, Uncle Zhong was the first to discover that the current Internal Strength was spreading continuously.

Meng Yongsheng's vital energy and blood tumbled. If not for the kick just now, he would have been able to endure for now. But now, he could not hold on any longer and spat out a mouthful of blood.