After entering the venue, Yan Beixun said "please".

Feng Hetong showed his breathable teeth, glanced at Yan Beixun's sword in his hand, and said, "Will the old man Yan use a sword to compete with an empty-handed old man?"

Hearing this, Yan Beixun frowned slightly.

If he was a passionate young hero, he might be really inspired by Feng Hetong's words and abandoned his sword. But Yan Beixun said that it was just for Xun's daughter to have been experiencing the old world, so he would naturally not be easily aroused.

"If Gang Feng feels it's unfair, you can also use a weapon to fight again." As he spoke, Yan Beixun held the sword in his hand tighter.

He could see that Pang Lichuan is indeed a bit honest and soft-hearted, but Feng Hetong seems to be a mature guy and should not be underestimated.

No way, the other party is pretending to deceive him in his crooked appearance.

Sure enough, Feng Hetong heard Yan Beixun's words and waved his hand and said, "I'm so old, I might be exhausted after taking a few steps with my weapon. Forget it, please."

The last sentence Feng He was spinning too fast. Before he finished speaking, others jumped out in one step, like a swift old ape, turning into a afterimage and suddenly came to Yan Beixun, swinging out the shadow of the fist in the sky, like the waves of the Yangtze River, and continuously bombarding Yan Beixun!

Such behavior is similar to a sneak attack.

Feng Hetong is also the leader of the platoon at least. It is really surprising that he is so old but so shameless.

Fortunately, Yan Beixun was always quite alert. The moment Feng Hetong suddenly entered the front of him, he stabbed out with a sword, and the cold sword light pierced into the swaying fist shadow like a dragon!

clang!

The sound of gold and iron fighting sounded, and after the sword light pierced into the fist shadow, it did not bring up blood as most people imagined, but instead brought out a handful of Mars.

It was also at this time that Ouyang Ye and others noticed that Feng Hetong was wearing a pair of gloves that were as thin as a cicada wing, almost transparent, but faintly shining with golden gloves in the sun.

I don't know what material this glove is made of, but even the sword edge can block it.

"Golden Silk Gloves!" Guan Shanqiao said next to him, looking surprised and solemn.

"Golden silk?" Ouyang Ye showed a look of doubt.

In fact, Ouyang Ye, the famous name of golden silk, had heard of it in his previous life, but he didn’t know if the golden silk here was the same as the one he knew.

Guan Shanqiao explained quickly: "It is said that golden silk is silk sprouted by a mutated silkworm seed from the Western Regions. It is extremely flexible, but it is stronger than that of the Vajra."

"However, the production of golden silk is extremely rare. Occasionally, people in this world use roots to calculate it. I just heard that some killers use golden silk to kill people, which is unpredictable."

"But I never thought that this gang actually had a pair of gold silk gloves. I had never heard of this before. I must have been afraid that people would covet it, so I hid it. I took it out today. It seems that the gang really attaches great importance to this competition."

The golden silk that is formed is a rare treasure. A pair of golden silk gloves are made of countless pieces of golden silk, and the value can be imagined.

So after hearing Guan Shanqiao say that, Ouyang Ye also showed surprise.

At this time, the situation of the competition in the field was already quite obvious. With the resistance of the golden silk gloves, Feng Hetong's pair of flesh fists could be said to be unscrupulous. Not only did Yan Beixun's sword moves beside the court, but he also forced Yan Beixun to circumnavigate on the sidelines, and was surrounded by dangers.

Obviously, in terms of deep internal strength and skillful martial arts, Yan Beixun is not as good as Feng Hetong. The only thing that surpasses Feng Hetong is probably physical strength.

Therefore, only by survived Feng Hetong's previous explosive attacks can Yan Beixun have a chance to win.

However, will Feng Hetong give him this opportunity?

Just as this thought flashed through Ouyang Ye's mind, he saw Feng Hetong's fist in the field suddenly become faster, and the fist shadows in the sky seemed like roaring waves, with the whistling strong wind, they rushed towards Yan Beixin!

This is the ultimate move of "Jiangliu Divine Fist", the moon surgings the river!

The strength of the previous dozens or even hundreds of punches and the residual true energy of the previous ones was fused into one, and the enemy was defeated with an unstoppable momentum!

Faced with this move, Yan Beixun obviously felt the crisis, but did not admit defeat and withdraw in time as Ouyang Ye told him. Instead, he continued to eleven swords here in a very short period of time, and after eleven swords, he stabbed the twelfth sword again!

In an instant, this sword appeared in the fist shadow like the moon surging Chang'e, with ethereal fairy aura and cold murderous intent!

Bang!

Yan Beixun was hit by some huge strange force, and his whole body flew back and forth. The blood sprinkled in the air was like a blood rainbow. When he was about to land, he had already gone out of the circle four or five feet away!

However, his long sword also brought out a row of bright blood flowers, but Feng Hetong was stabbed into his right chest with a sword!

Ouyang Ye didn't even look at Feng Hetong's situation, and turned into a afterimage, flew past the crowd of people watching the Shenmu Gang, and barely caught Yan Beixun before he landed on the ground.

He didn't say anything, but took out two Qinghong Youth Pills and took Yan Bei with a mouthful of five treasure nectar wine.

Yan Beixun was injured too seriously by Feng Hetong's last punch. He took the pill and was about to speak, but another mouthful of blood came out. Then his eyes turned white and he fainted.

Ouyang Ye wished healing his wounds immediately after searching for Yanbei, but he still had to take into account the competition and glanced at the crowd.

At this time, Sister Gou walked over quickly and said, "I'll heal him, please go to the competition with confidence, the leader of the gang."

"I'm working on Sister Gou over there." Ouyang Ye nodded.

Sister Gou didn't say anything, and directly helped Yan Beixun from Ouyang Ye, sat cross-legged on the spot, circulating her true energy to heal Yan Beixun's injuries.

Ouyang Ye returned to the side of the competition and then paid attention to Feng Hetong's injuries there.

Guan Shanqiao beside him said directly: "He was stabbed to his right chest by Guardian Yan, and his injuries were severe. If he didn't want to die, he would not be able to fight again."

As expected, Pang Lichuan said something to Feng Hetong excitedly, and Feng Hetong was helped by several gangs to the back.

The second competition began, and Pang Lichuan and Guan Shanqiao entered the white circle.

"You are no match for me." Guan Shanqiao said directly.

His words did not make anyone feel arrogant.

Because even before he advanced to the innate world, Guan Shanqiao was qualified to say this to Pang Lichuan, let alone now.

So, he is talking about a fact.

Pang Lichuan was indeed not angry, but said seriously: "I know, but I will do my best to fight you. If you despise me, you will regret it."

"I didn't underestimate you." Guan Shanqiao shook his head slightly, then felt that it was boring to say more, so he said, "Please."

"please."

After asking for help, Pang Lichuan did not take the opportunity to attack like Feng Hetong, but walked left and right, while doing a defensive counterattack, he spyed on Guan Shanqiao, hoping to find Guan Shanqiao's flaws.

However, he was disappointed.

Guan Shanqiao stood there and didn't move, even his eyes didn't move, and he couldn't find any flaws.

After three breaths, Guan Shanqiao suddenly stared at Pang Lichuan, just like a sleeping tiger suddenly opened his eyes.

In an instant, Pang Lichuan felt a great crisis, as if he would die in the next moment.

However, not only did he not fear quitting the white circle, he tried his best to overcome this fear, turned into a afterimage, and suddenly rushed towards Guan Shanqiao!

He still couldn't see Guan Shanqiao's flaws, but he couldn't control it because he understood that if he didn't take action, he wouldn't even have the chance to fight a life-threatening blow.

The moon surgings the river!

The powerful Divine Fist Pang Lichuan made the move of "Jiangliu Divine Fist" with his move, and he did his best!

【First update.】
Chapter completed!