Chapter 149

Chu Feng swept over the challenge arena calmly. He closed his eyes and said faintly: "I don't know the king of Muay Thai, but I know that within three moves, we will win or lose."

"Ha ha ha, boy, you have eyes!" "Sang Kun is the star of my boxing ring. He spent a lot of effort and money to train the champion. In three moves, he will beat that son of a bitch to death!"

Bang!

Just then, suddenly, there was a bang on the challenge arena, and Wang sangkun, the Muay Thai, flew out directly, fell on the challenge arena, spat out a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Chen Song put up a middle finger and spat with disdain, especially arrogant.

Within the three moves, it is true that the victory has been divided, but it is sang Kun who loses.

"This, how can this be --"

all the people at the scene were shocked, and the explosion bear was even more shocked. All the cigars fell to the ground, angry and distressed.

This sang Kun, but his ace boxer, can create 50 or 60 million profits a year for him, is he so useless?

Chu Feng swept through the cloud, Mu Yu glared at Da Mei Mou, shook his head and said: "I overestimate him, but it's useless in one move -"

MA Sanyuan and his other big men also look dignified, and then sent out two boxers.

The black widow sent a national champion of Sanda, and the white faced scholar sent a leader of Bajiquan, but at most they could not support five or six moves. They were defeated one after another. They were beaten half dead and became disabled.

Cruelty, let a person in the heart hair cold, cloud Mu rain this kind of little girl, is full of shock and fear.

This is the arena competition of passing on martial arts. It is divided into victory and defeat, as well as life and death.

Exploding bear, black widow's faces were as gloomy as iron. Zhou Zhenghao couldn't help laughing, "is this the master you're looking for? Ha ha, bullshit, a bunch of rubbish. "

Ma Sanyuan took a deep breath, then looked at the last hope, Murong Cang's body, he stood up, saluted respectfully: "please Murong old man to fight, teach the maniac."

Black widow several big men, Qi Qi stood up, respectfully called out: "please Murong old man to fight."

Murong Cang is just squinting his eyes, calmly drinking hot tea, mouthful by mouthful, pet if not surprised, mature.

After drinking the last sip of tea for two minutes, he slowly put down the cover bowl, got up and waved his long sleeves.

"Well, let me take the hand and end this grudge."

Murong Cang stroked his long beard with a rather bleak sigh. He had a strong feeling of seeking defeat alone and standing on the top of the martial arts road. He felt the unbeatable loneliness in the world.

He didn't forget to point out Chu Feng and said in a voice: "little doll, my unique skill is only used once. You should have a good look, study and comprehend."

The disciple behind him also snorted bitterly: "do you hear me? You can't see my master's unique skill. It's your destiny."

Chu breeze light a smile, just quietly looking at.

Murong Cang picked up his robe and jumped up. He took a few steps and made a move of "ladder cloud vertical". In the challenge arena more than three meters high, he jumped to the challenge arena in five or six steps. With a wave of his robe, he stood up with his hands down.

Face is not red, heart does not jump, fairyland, natural and unrestrained, it is immortal down to earth.

"Good!"

"Good Kung Fu!"

Under the stage, Ma Sanyuan and others burst into thunderous applause. Murong Cang's unique skill made them full of confidence and hope.

This is the martial arts champion of Jiangling. This is the first master of Jiangling. It's really handsome and strong!

Only one side of Chu Feng, eyebrow micro Cu, low voice sneer a; "idiot!"

Is it a child's play to fight in the arena? Every minute of strength, every inch of inner strength must be grasped, otherwise it is to seek death.

This ladder cloud vertical of Murong Cang just now seems gorgeous, but in fact it has consumed 30% of his inner strength. It belongs to flashy, pure decoration.

"Little doll, you are very good. If you still stand on the stage in ten moves, you will lose." Murong Cang stands with his hands down, proud, and does not look at Chen Song in front of him.

"Old man, try it." Chen songmu showed a fierce look. He waved his two axes directly. He was magnificent and decisive.

He also saw that Murong Cang's skill was extraordinary. Once he made a move, he would do his best.

"Come on." Murong took out a long sword with a wave of one hand. The light of the sword flickered like a dragon!

"Dangdangdangdangdang -"

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