Everyone who was eager to try closed their mouths obediently under this gap. They knew very well how much they were. If they really went up, there was no difference between seeking death.

"Ahem, Mr. Xia is really a master. I don't know if anyone should go up and have fun!" Wang Yishan stood up and reminded him slowly when he saw that everyone was not talking.

The lack of reservation effect made President Wang a little uneasy. He absolutely did not allow his plan to fail, nor allowed anyone to rebel against his intentions.

"Ahem, since no one plays, I'm going up and having fun." The person who spoke was the driver of Li Feng Group before.

This person is fifty or sixty years old, and his slightly fat body looks a little heavy and dull, but the light in his eyes is like the twinkling stars under the deep sky, which are obviously far apart but extremely bright.

Looking at the old man who came on stage with a cane, neither Xia Chenglong nor others raised a hint of respect. The other party did not intend it, but it was really hard to refuse it. This was something he read from the old man's eyes.

"The young man is so terrifying. I have been around the world for many years and have never seen such an outstanding younger generation as my husband in the past."

"Thank you!" Xia Chenglong asked politely, unlike his previous arrogance: "Who is the master's name? I hope you can tell me!"

It is an unwritten rule to report names before the battle, but the rules are always determined by the strong, and whether to report names or not is also determined by the strong.

Xia Chenglong asked the old man about his name as a respect for the other party's strength and character, which was already an honor for the other party.

"The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, the sun sets in the long river is round, and a sword in the lonely boat is just below."

The King of Lone Sword did not expect that this seemingly dead old man was a powerful man who had been famous in this area for a long time. In addition to being shocked, the people present were more unbelievable.

"Very good, I hope you can show your true strength." Xia Chenglong said very focusedly.

At some point, the aura on the stage shifted towards Xia Chenglong, and his voice was always on the side of his strong strength, and the old man also understood this.

His crutch is the sword itself, and it forms a whole with its own lifeline. In this regard, the old man is much better than the warriors of the same realm.

For the sake of respect, Xia Chenglong took out the rust sword. The rust sword did not express his contempt for the other party. This sword itself is the most powerful existence.

The old man doesn’t talk much nonsense, his realm represents their ability!

The crutches turned into long silver needles in the other party's hand, and countless phantoms mixed with the spiritual energy that broke through the space bloomed on the martial arts platform.

Xia Chenglong was also moving, and his seemingly slow steps happened to escape the blockade of the sword of the stick.

In a few moments, the opponent's sword clearly passed through Xia Chenglong's body but did not appear red, which means that neither side was injured and the battle continued.

"Bang bang bang..."

The occasional collision sounds appear on the martial arts arena. Except for a very small number of people who can vaguely trace the true traces of the two, the others see a phantom.

Two unusual swords rubbed together, and sparks surged out from where both sides were in contact, and separated after contact at a very fast speed.

"Ahem, awesome, awesome!"

The Gu Wang Jian emphasizes the route of Dugu Qiubai, which also represents its strength. When the Gu Wang Jian is no longer lonely, it will lose its original meaning.

"Can you use another sword?" Xia Chenglong asked.

A very strange question, as the opponent in the battle, he actually asked if someone could draw a sword.

Xia Chenglong couldn't give the other party too much time. He had other things to come here, and asked the old man if he could use the sword for both parties.

The old man nodded. He wanted to express some of his thoughts before he died. He did not express it before because there was no one worthwhile. At this moment, this sword intent gradually became round.

The crutch is no longer a crutch, its handle fell off in the previous battle, causing the crutch sword to stay in the air like a wooden stick.

“Huh?”

Xia Chenglong was a little surprised. The other party was not just a spiritual practitioner, but also a Nian Xiu. He was the one who had seen spiritual practitioners for many years.

Using my thoughts as my body, using my spiritual transformation as my motivation, walking in the mountains and rivers, this kind of cultivation that requires great patience is destined to consume a lot of effort at that time.

Many people have this kind of thought, and they often die in the early stages of their dreams. The final result of many people is that they are not pure in their minds and are completely nonsense.

"The ninth style of the Lone King Sword is lifeless."

Make a sword with loneliness, use spirit and thought as the power to achieve the strongest sword in the world.

There were not many powerful and gorgeous pictures, a simple wooden stick came from the old man and headed towards Xia Chenglong's chest.

Xia Chenglong did not move, and grabbed the wooden stick calmly when it came, and never let go.

Except for Wang Yishan, no one here saw the evil signs. He just felt that this was meaningless attack, and it was boring.

The space where the wooden stick passes forms a black line, and when Xia Chenglong's hand reaches the black line becomes a black circle.

This is a manifestation of the tearing and cracking of thoughts and qi when they wrap each other around. It can tear a line into the space, which is enough to show the power of this move.

"Cough cough, it's great to be young." The old man coughed faster and faster, and his sigh finally looked like an old man.

"You can die with peace of mind!" Xia Chenglong thought for a while and said what he thought was appropriate.

The old man left voluntarily, which means he was defeated, and Xia Chenglong is still a very strong presence.

"Gurl!"

Many people are lamenting why the young people in front of them are so powerful that they have lost the money they bet on, all because of this young man.

"I'll do it!"

After two major battles, even the Iron Man would fall down, let alone the other person is a young man.

The existence of luck mentality makes the other party want to become famous in one battle, which is an excellent opportunity. Of course, if the other party knows about Xia Chenglong in Xihai City, it would be horrible that he would not have such an idea.

"Bang..."

It takes no more than five minutes for a man to step down from taking office to step down, not everyone can be treated as an old man in front, such as this young man.

Xia Chenglong didn't spend much effort and just solved the battle with one kick, in addition to simple defeat, there was also humiliation.

"I'll do it!"

Someone came up again, and they were also unyielding people. They wanted to protect the dignity of warriors. This suddenly appeared man who overturned the old rules and was absolutely not allowed.

"Bang..."

A punch fell and the figure flew away.

Two powerful men in succession did not have more than one move in Xia Chenglong's hands, and this situation was too shocking.

At this moment, the fifth challenger was standing in front of Xia Chenglong, who was also the last person present who thought he was qualified to stand up.

"Please give me advice!"

The other party's expression was very solemn, and he did not introduce his coming and going, but just made a respectful fist.

Xia Chenglong didn't say anything, nodded slightly, and put his hands behind his back.

"Bang..."

Another move, except for the old man, everyone ended the battle in one move, which may be a kind of respect for them.

The best way to respect your opponent is to attack with all your strength, and Xia Chenglong used 10% of his strength.
Chapter completed!