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"How boring."

Lin Jiaoyang waited for two minutes, but no one came up. Then, he prepared to leave the stage to get his money.

Suddenly, a series of alarmed cries rang out.

"Mask Man!"

"He's finally appeared! The Mask Man is here!"

"Mask!" Mask! "Mask!"

Cheers sounded out from below the stage, the spectators all looked at Mask Man with burning gazes, while even more people ran over to bet their money.

"Hmm?"

Lin Jiaoyang looked at Xia Luo and felt that this figure was a little familiar.

"Xu Shao, look, Mask Man has appeared!"

"I can see it!"

Xu Xiao's hands held tightly onto the railing, he stared straight at Xia Luo, and said excitedly: "Quick, quick! Before that old fogey from the Wan Family discovers you, help me get rid of this brat! "

The gazes of hundreds of spectators were focused on Xia Luo. He walked to the side of the stage, bent his knees and easily jumped over the rope, landing in the center of the stage.

"You are that Mask Man?"

Lin Jiaoyang looked at Xia Luo in displeasure. In the competition just now, he kept hearing people below talking about Mask Man.

"That's right. I've come here to end you."

"End me? "Hahaha!"

Lin Jiaoyang immediately laughed and scolded sarcastically, "Idiot, country bumpkin! Do you think that you're invincible after a few consecutive victories in this small arena? "

"Ridiculous, truly laughable. Today, I will let you know that you are a frog in the well!"

"What a damn arrogant brat!"

"F * ck him to death!"

"Keep it up, mask! Beat that bastard's head up!"

The majority of the spectators were especially unhappy with Lin Jiaoyang's overbearing attitude, they all cheered on the low-key Xia Luo.

Xia Luo was silent.

Soon, the competition was set up. The referee walked to their side and waved his hand, signaling the start of the match.

"Go to hell!"

The moment Lin Jiaoyang came up, he took out his deadly whip kick and lashed at Xia Luo's temple.

The audience gasped in surprise!

They had seen Lin Jiaoyang's whip-like legs before, they were as terrifying as a guillotine. Basically, no one could withstand it, the lightest case would be a fracture and concussion, and the worst case would be blood flowing out of their seven orifices.

"Pah!"

No one expected that with just a slight raise of his arm, Xia Luo's whip-like leg was blocked.

"What?"

Lin Jiaoyang was startled.

Xia Luo sneered: You haven't eaten your fill? I still have to fight too many matches and don't have any strength left. Do you want me to give you half an hour to recuperate? "

"Damn you …"

Lin Jiaoyang felt that his dignity had been provoked, he roared and raised his fist, fiercely smashing it towards Xia Luo's face.

The wind tore at his face!

This punch, contained ninety-nine percent of Lin Jiaoyang's strength. Even if it was a Northeast Tiger, it would be able to instantly kill it.

A strange scene happened. Xia Luo actually "Shua!" He disappeared from his sight in an instant.

After his punch missed, Lin Jiaoyang felt like he was about to vomit blood. However, he did not dare to relax in the slightest. With a ferocious roundhouse retreat, he threw a kick behind him!

According to his training, if the enemy disappeared from his sight, he would most likely appear behind him.

He was right.

However, before he could rejoice, he heard a ghastly voice that sounded like a ghost.

"steel bone!"

Ka-cha! *

In that moment, Lin Jiaoyang felt as if he had kicked an incomparably hard iron pillar, and even his bones had cracked.

Quicksand Eight Ultimate Skills, steel bone, could attach true energy to the bones, greatly enhancing its hardness, comparable to steel!

Xia Luo raised his fist high up and smashed it into Lin Jiaoyang's face.

The handsome face that seemed to have been cut and chiseled by a knife, in just a moment, blood and bones were splattered everywhere.

"Putong."

Lin Jiaoyang laid on the ground, covering his face with his hands. He couldn't even let out a sound as he rolled back and forth on the ground covered in blood.

"We won!"

"It's that easy?!"

"Holy shit, isn't that mask a little too strong?"

"Hey, where's the Mask Man?"

"He was there just now."

The spectators below the stage were all confused. Just like that, the previously mighty Lin Jiaoyang was now lying on the ground in a heap.

"Let's go!"

When the white-haired old man in front of the office on the fourth floor saw Xia Luo leaving, he immediately followed his subordinates and chased after him.

Xu Xiao laughed mischievously, and didn't care about it anymore. He quickly let Wang Dingbiao carry him away.

"Mask, you've really helped me a lot today …" However, I'll happily accept your twenty million, hehehe. " Xu Xiao laughed evilly, and his mood immediately improved.

Outside the rotten tail building.

"You little beast, stop right there!"

The white-haired old man used a strange movement skill, his body was like a bow and arrow, flying out, in an instant he appeared behind Xia Luo.

Xia Luo turned around to face him. Peng! The white-haired old man took three big steps back, his face filled with fear, "You are actually a late stage Hou Tian Warrior?"

"Is there something you need from me?"

Xia Luo said indifferently.

The white haired old man stabilized himself, and the look in his eyes towards Xia Luo changed, "This old man is from the Eastsea City's Wan Family, Mo Choushan."

"Oh, and then." Xia Luo said.

"Under the order of the Patriarch, I have specially come to investigate the assassination of the Second Young Master of the Wan Family. Does this old man know the whole story?" Mo Choushan frowned and asked.

"Does your Second Young Master's death have anything to do with me?" Xia Luo rolled his eyes, "If there's nothing else, then I'm leaving."

"Hold on!"

Mo Choushan shouted loudly, "Could you take off your mask and let me have a look?"

"Hur hur."

Xia Luo was displeased to hear his commanding tone, "Who the hell do you think you are to pair up with me and issue orders? "If you have the guts, come pick them yourself."

"Good boy!"

Mo Choushan had already expected that Xia Luo would not easily cooperate, he shouted angrily, "Humph, don't think that just because you're a late stage Hou Tian warrior that you can't do anything to me, this old man will let you have a look at our Wan Family's methods today!"

As soon as his voice fell — —

Mo Choushan suddenly waved his sleeves, causing a large pink green mist to drift over.

"Poison?"

Xia Luo hurriedly closed his mouth and nose and took a few steps back, but he still inhaled some of it.

"It's useless. This is my Wan Family's unique secret recipe, the 'Amazing Fragrance Flexible Muscle Powder'. As long as we absorb even a tiny bit of it, our entire body will feel sore and weak. In the late stage of the Houtian realm, I can at most display the strength of my Metaphase of Postnatal Period and capture you alone! "

Mo Choushan shouted coldly with his hands behind his back.

He and his men had taken the antidote beforehand, so they naturally weren't afraid of this Muscle Meridian Powder. He had a feeling that this masked man was the murderer of their young master!

"Attack together and take him down!"

After all, the other party was a late stage Hou Tian warrior. Mo Choushan did not dare to be careless, and gathered the seven elite disciples of the Wan Family and rushed forward.

Mo Choushan took the lead and immediately unleashed a hand seal, locking Xia Luo's arms and sealing his tendons and joints. This way, he wouldn't be able to use any strength.

"Little brat, let me see what kind of ugly appearance you have."

Mo Choushan grabbed Xia Luo's arms with one hand and took off Xia Luo's mask with the other.

"Ga beng!" "Ga beng!"

Just then, a terrifying scene happened. Xia Luo's upper arm twisted like a snake, the joints on his arm turned 360 degrees, as though he had no bones.

Eight Ultimate Skills, Altering Muscle!