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When Bai Shatang, who was in the medical area of Stage 3, was pulled into the heart of the battle, Stage 4, in an unnoticed corner, while everyone's attention was focused on the perspiring young adversaries Huang Ji and Wu Wu of Iron Palm Sect, the red-faced old man had already started to make use of his sharp perception and stayed in a position surrounded by landmines, waiting for the two young adversaries to take the bait.

After the mysterious man in the cloak in the audience and the fortune-teller came in from the outside, he stood up from his seat and gestured to Persian Girl in arena number 3. This was because he was in the last row and there was a corridor behind him. When he was gesturing with his hands, he noticed a strange energy fluctuation in Stage 3. He picked up a whistle and blew it soundlessly, and suddenly, a few birds came out of nowhere and flew towards Stage 3.

"Zzzz …"

Just when the birds were about to break into Ring Three, unexpectedly, the birds disappeared without a sound, like fire meeting water, as if they were doused in water.

Many of the audience members present did not take this small matter to heart. Or rather, it could be said that they were all engrossed in the battle of Ring Four. They were completely disinterested in Ring Three.

Huang Ji, who was on Stage 4, was defeated by Wu Wu's powerful attacks. Finally, Huang Ji, who was on Stage 4, was defeated by Wu Wu's powerful attacks.

The gamblers below the stage erupted into cheers at Wu Wu.

Huang Ji returned to his seat, feeling disgraced. He lowered his head and said to a middle-aged man who looked similar to him, "Father, I'm sorry. I've humiliated you."

This middle-aged man was the father of Huang Ji, the Golden Hand. He was known as the Broken River Hand Huang Chang. His son had asked his men to get off the stage in public, and Huang Chang could not take this lying down. He already knew that Sha Danyuan had successfully levelled up in Stage 1, so he personally informed Sha Danyuan, hoping to help him vent his anger.

Sha Danyuan said to him expressionlessly: "Sure, sure. Don't worry, if he advances, I will cripple him here, and if he doesn't, I will also guarantee that Wu Wu will not take a step out of this town alive."

Just as Steward was about to announce Wu Wu's victory, the red-faced old man on the stage waved his hands and shouted: "Heh, heh, I'm still here, you can't leave an old man like me alone."

The people in Iron Palm Sect, who were watching from below the stage, were ecstatic seeing that their sect's Eldest Brother was about to enter the finals. Bai Xiaofei, who was standing in the fourth ring, was beaming with happiness. In his mind, he could almost imagine himself winning the last battle, earning a huge amount of money. Such a beautiful fantasy made his heart pound with excitement.

Unfortunately, just as he was thinking about those wonderful fantasies, a voice came out from an inconspicuous corner of the stage. He turned around to see a figure flying over from an inconspicuous corner, his figure moving as fast as an arrow, instantly winning over the surprised cries of the audience.

Wu Wu was shocked, he never thought that there would still be another opponent on the stage, who could avoid the figure. He struck out with his palm, but the feeling of his iron palm caused him to feel a bit of pain.

No wonder he was so shocked. Ever since he had joined the Iron Palm Sect at the age of six, he had never felt anything capable of causing him so much pain.

Receiving Wu Wu's palm strike, the figure actually changed his direction and flew up to the sky above the stage, and then, with a light movement, he landed on the unremarkable corner that he had occupied just now.

In Stage Four, one gray and one black figure, the black figure was Wu Wu from Iron Palm Sect, and the grey figure was the red-faced old man.

They stood on the left and right of the arena.

Wu Wu was dressed in black clothes like ink, his physique was sturdy, his skin was tanned, and the outline of his face was as sharp as knives. The red-faced old man was wearing grey clothes like … It was only because he had not been washed for a long time that he had turned gray after being stained with a lot of dust. This red-faced old man was too slovenly, he was short, around 1.45 meters in height, his hair was disheveled, his square face was flushed red, his green beard was loose, and his clothes casually wrapped around his body, revealing his small round stomach and chest hair. There was also a broken rope tied around his neck, which was tied behind his back, making him look like something from a gourd.

Wu Wu looked at his slightly reddened hand, and raised his head to look at the bottle gourd behind the red-faced old man. He knew that he had slapped the bottle gourd with his palm just now.

Although this red-faced old man's image was unbearable to look at, his face had a warm smile on it, giving people a feeling that he was very friendly.

But when he looked at Wu Wu's eyes with that smile, an indescribable feeling rose from his heart, replacing his previous satisfied daydreaming. His intuition told him that this red-faced old man was not as powerful as Huang Ji, who was the winner. He had to be careful.

Bai Xiaofei looked at the old man, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior, are you sure you want to compete with the younger generation?"

"Of course, I bet a lot on you losing!"

After Wu Wu heard the red-faced old man's words, he coldly spoke with arrogance: "Alright, originally senior wanted to teach this junior. This junior does not dare to disobey, it is just that …"

The red-faced old man laughed and said to Wu Wu: "Just what? Say it. "

"However, there seems to be a rule in this grand gambling feast. The age of the participants must not exceed 35. Senior, you do not seem to follow the rules."

At this time, the gamblers in the audience and the people from Iron Palm Sect all shouted: "Yes, yes, you are not in accordance with the rules, you should withdraw."

Who knew that this red-faced old man would leisurely take out an ID certificate from the pocket of his dirty pyjama-like clothes that hadn't been washed for more than ten years. He raised it and said, "Who said that I'm not qualified? I'm only 23 years old this year, alright?"

What? Only twenty-three years old this year? Is this old man drunk?

However, when the people in the audience saw the ID certificate on the gigantic display screen, their jaws dropped in shock. Their faces were filled with disbelief. Steward seemed to have also discovered the abnormality of Stage 4, he ordered the people involved to confirm the identity of the red-faced old man, and said to the microphone: "Please do not be impatient, we have already asked the people involved to confirm the identity of this competitor, and it will not be long before there is news."

After getting his confirmation, the Steward finally answered his Vip Desk. He then spoke into the microphone, "Everyone, we have confirmed that the age of this participant is indeed twenty-three years old, his real name is Liu Han, and he is also known as Jiang Nan, Xiao Lang Jun. He is a handsome young hero, and it is because of his cultivation technique that went berserk and his backlash was too severe, he was forced to such a sorry state."

"I never would have thought that you were Liu Gongzi. Disrespect, disrespect. Since that's the case, today, I will spar with him as much as I want. How about it?"

Wu Wu had long heard of this Jiangnan Xiao Lang Jun's rumors. He admired him for being a righteous and chivalrous person, and felt pity for his plight. His attitude had also become more humble, and instantly won over his opponent's goodwill.

The red-faced Liu Han said to Wu Wu: "If what this brother said is right, then I won't play any tricks on you." As he spoke, he took the gourd and gulped down a mouthful of alcohol, then a hot line flowed down his throat. He puffed his cheeks as he lifted his head, parallel to the ground, and spat out a stream of water into the sky. The water dispersed in the air, and all the alcohol dropped onto the ground. Countless explosions resounded, and the entire arena was immediately filled with dust.

When the sounds of explosions finished, Wu Wu, who was standing on the stage, felt a light southern wind, that wind was neither slow nor slow, and just happened to attract the yellow dust in the stage to slowly move towards the north side of the Vip Desk, causing the 'External Devil' group on the Vip Desk, as well as the new generation of King Jingjiang and the others to immediately flee their seats when they saw that, while the black-clothed sunglasses-wearing men who were protecting them were all stunned for an instant.

Do you think they're going to run? If he wanted to run away, he would of course make it in time. However, if he left his post without permission, his monthly salary would probably be deducted by quite a bit. If he didn't have the money to return home and provide food, his wife would go into a rage.

Otherwise, if they ran, the explosion in arena number 4 would bring more than half of the dirt here to this damnable Nanfeng. Once the dust settled and each of them wore a small vest, they would be ready terracotta soldiers.

At this time, the difference between a person with brain and a person without brain was obvious. Steward quickly threw away his good companion — — Chat, he untied the clothes on his body and tightly protected his superior, the new generation King Jingjiang. Then, he closed his eyes and muttered a few words of blessing from his ancestors.

At this time, in contrast to the panic and fear of the people on the Vip Desk, there were a few strangely dressed people in the spectator stands. One of them was the person whom Sha Danyuan had fought against the night before, a bloody person whose entire body was wrapped in bandages and carrying a walking stick. The eyes of the group of people revealed a very strange sense of gentleness and nostalgia, until they realized that their hometown was in Inner Mongolia, and the scene before their eyes probably reminded them of their hometown, as well as the sandstorm that had come from their hometown.

Huang Sha had mercilessly devoured the Vip Desk of the Underground Fighting Ground.

At this time, the fourth stage returned to normal, and the spectators did not care how miserable the Vip Desk people were, as they all shouted out, telling the two of them to quickly decide the victor, they were still waiting for the results to come out before going to the counter to collect their money.

Below the stage, Broken River Hand Huang Chang looked at Sha Danyuan.

Sha Danyuan said to the red-faced Liu Han on the stage: "Quickly decide the winner, I will be waiting for you guys at the finals tomorrow night." He looked at Wu Wu strangely and said: "I hope that you're the one who remains on the stage!"

"Wu Wu did not know what he meant by those words. I wish it were me, too. "

Wu Wu cupped his hands and said: "I am Tie Zhang Men's Eldest Brother Wu Wu, please give me your guidance."