Not only Chai Yunqian is so confused, but even the rest of the Chai family have this idea. After all, as the Chai family, no one does not have a proud head, but they are kneeling on the ground like a devastated dog and begging Chen Qiye for forgiveness. This is also a great humiliation.

If Chai Chengye hadn't been kneeling, they would have gotten up long ago.

Seeing that Tang Yuanchen was in deep thought, Chai Yunqian couldn't help but ask here: "Uncle Tang, do you think Chen Qiye is really an opponent of the Ding family's masters?"

The moment Tang Yuanchen was lost just now, he was not because he had no confidence in Chen Qiye, but because he was shocked by the Ding family's move. After all, if a master like the eight-armed Arhat sneaked into the Chai family, he would not even be able to protect Chai Chengye's safety.

Ding Zhengyuan spent a lot of money to invite a master of this level, and his purpose was about to come out, and he couldn't help but feel that he owed Chen Qiye another life.

"The eight-armed Arhat is not the opponent of Master Chen." Tang Yuanchen said.

"Uncle Tang, why are you so confident about sex, Qiye?" Chai Yunqian was curious.

Tang Yuanchen said with a wry smile: "Qianqian, have you not seen Master Chen take action?"

"Ah?" Chai Yunqian said in a daze: "Uncle Tang, wasn't Chen Qiye suppressed? He didn't do anything, he probably couldn't take action, right?"

Although Chai Yunqian also hopes that Chen Qiye can win, the top scores on the field have been divided. Didn’t Chen Qiye be suppressed?

Tang Yuanchen smiled even more bitterly: "The winner is just in the blink of an eye. Master Chen will have his own considerations if he doesn't take action. Isn't this a test for the Chai family?"

"This is actually happening!" Chai Yunqian took a deep breath and hurriedly looked around.

Sure enough, after only less than an hour of kneeling, many people in the Chai family could no longer stand it. Fortunately, his father still knelt respectfully, otherwise they would have stood in the Ding family's camp and would have hoped that Chen Qiye would die.

Just as Chai Yunqian was thinking about when Chen Qiye would fight back, he finally took action.

"Specially needed nine styles, gun fist!"

Chen Qiye's punch lengthened his figure, like a spearman on the battlefield, and one punch was blown out. At this time, Basong's punch also arrived. As the two collided, the small tornado suddenly blew a burst of sand and stones, which shocked everyone couldn't open their eyes.

Ancient Muay Thai boxers used huge stones to train their fists every day and polish their bodies with Chinese medicine, but Basong actually felt a slight pain in the heart of the fist, which shocked him.

"You are strong, but I will only be stronger than you think." Basong took a deep breath and said. For the first time, he regarded Chen Qiye as a formal opponent. Next, he punched faster and his legs were stronger.

Isn’t this the case with Chen Qiye?

The special needs nine styles were created by him when he was in the northwest of the Gobi Desert. He was more handy and used. Every move was as standard as radio gymnastics. The violence of aerobics was fast, Chen Qiye was faster, Chen Qiye was faster, and Chen Qiye was even more fierce.

The two of them were like they were in a state of no one, from the east to the west of the gate, from the ground to the air, and wanted to seize every gap and give each other a fatal blow.

At this time, the whirlwind was getting stronger and stronger, and the wind and sand became more and more fierce, causing many people to open their eyes, shouting, crackling, or the sound of nodding in the air with their toes, suddenly thunder exploded, suddenly like a dragonfly drizzle, but at this time it was clear and cloudless.

Chen Qiye's performance was similar to what Tang Yuanchen imagined, and Basong was gradually at a disadvantage.

Chai Chengye was scared. Seeing Chen Qiye gradually gaining the upper hand, he was glad that he knelt down early, otherwise even a master of Basong would no longer be Chen Qiye's opponent, let alone the small Chai family.

"Compared with life, what's the dignity?" Chai Chengye whispered in his heart. He knew that the outcome was decided.

At this moment, with a loud bang, a black shadow flew backwards like a shell that had come out of the borehole, hitting Ding Honglei's sports car, and slowly slid down, even the car steel plates were smashed into figures.

The whirlwind stopped in response to the sound, and the Ding family members opened their eyes and were concerned about the outcome.

"Who's winning?"

"I didn't see clearly..."

"I didn't expect this Chen Qiye to be so strong."

In the Ding family's mind, Basong was a master they spent a lot of money to invite. Naturally, they thought Chen Qiye had lost, but when they saw the situation clearly, they were all shocked, because the eight-armed Arhat, Basong, flew backwards.

"This, this, this, this is possible."

"We have seen Master Basong beat a Bengal tiger down with his own eyes. How could he lose?"

"Is Chen Qiye even more powerful than the Bengal tiger?"

It was precisely because he saw Basong's naked hand and once subdued a Bengal tiger that he called the reincarnation of the Arhat. However, even such masters were not opponents of Chen Qiye. They suddenly felt that it was not embarrassing to kneel down like the Chai family and beg for mercy.

"Chen Qiye really won." Chai Yunqian said with her beautiful eyes translucent.

At this time, he held his hands behind his back and stood in the setting sun, his face neither sad nor happy, like an invincible god of war.

The winner was decided, but Basong smiled and did not feel ashamed, but was proud.

"You can punch nine times in a second, but I can only punch eight times in a second, and I lose." Basong smiled hard.

"Take it."

Basong nodded, flew over the red wall of Dingjiahao Garden, knelt down in front of everyone, evenly closed, with faith on his face, bathed in the sunset without saying a word.

This scene is indescribable. Basong's ability to fly on the wall means that he was not seriously injured at all. Why did he admit defeat?

And why do you climb up the wall?

"Master Basong, the winner is still not decided, you still have the power to fight."

"Yes, Master Basong, you are an eight-armed Arhat, and our Ding family has the only one to rely on you."

"Master, you can even subdue a tiger, are you still afraid that Chen Qiye will be alone!"

Basong admits defeat, wouldn’t it be that the Ding family admits defeat? How could the Ding family members be willing?

Only Tang Yuanchen and Ding Zhengyuan were thinking, and suddenly Ding Zhengyuan seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly ran towards the red wall.

"Master Basong, don't want it!" Ding Zhengyuan roared anxiously, and while roaring and slapping on the wall, Basong was unmoved with indescribable anxiety.

He was extremely talented. He practiced martial arts at the age of six, became a master of a village at the age of eight, became a master of a city at the age of threeteen, and was elected to the temple at the age of sixteen and became the descendant of ancient Muay Thai. He was 28 bare hands and empty-handed, and surrendered a Bengal tiger and was passed down to the local mythology and worshipped by all incense.

The Ding family donated 100 million US dollars to the local temple before they invited this peerless master to protect the house and prepared to give the Chai family a thunder blow, but Basong did not expect that he would be defeated by Chen Qiye today.

Faced with everyone's confusion, Ding Zhengyuan's roar was unmoved at all, and his face became more and more respectful, and he prayed to the sky.

"I Basong, the 149th generation descendant of ancient Muay Thai, lost to Bodhisattva Shen, and I am not wronged."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ba Song suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and jumped, and helped him straight down...

The red walls of Ding Jiahaoyuan are as high as two small floors. They swoop down with their heads, and there is no possibility of survival. Ding Zhengyuan closed his eyes, Tang Yuanchen put his hands together, Chai Chengye put his hands together, Chai Yunqian looked puzzled, will he die if he loses?

The Ding family screamed even more!

They never expected that Master Basong would commit suicide by committing suicide by the number one master of the Ding family, the eight-armed Arhat, and the temple mythology.

But with a loud bang, Basong used his head as the hammer and the bell, and when the last time he rang the bell in his life, everyone knew that this was true. Many Buddhist women from the Chai family and the Ding family cried loudly because this scene was too tragic.

"Uncle Tang, why did Master Basong commit suicide?" Chai Yunqian asked in a whisper.
Chapter completed!