Genius commoner

Chapter 1062
Some people look simple and unpretentious, but as long as those who are interested just take a look at them, it is difficult to leave their eyes.

Tang Xueyi is such a person.

Although Water King sits on a high platform and is condescending, his vision is full of people who are either rich or noble. Tang Xueyi is very ordinary in appearance and clothes, but for some reason, Water King's eyes are attracted to him. Tang Xueyi It's like a knife, a knife that can't be crushed by the severe cold and heat, and it blooms with personal tenacity and charm.

Many spectators at the scene also straightened their upper bodies slightly. This is not because they found Tang Xueyi scary like Water King, but compared to the highly anticipated LP Pan on the ring, Tang Xueyi seemed really insignificant, as simple as a migrant worker on the street. Almost, many people subconsciously thought, could it be that he is really an ordinary child of Ye Gong?Ye Zixuan gave him gunpowder?
Steve, Ronald and the others also shook their heads secretly. Although they knew that Ye Zixuan would not underestimate this duel, it was natural for him to plan to send Tang Xueyi, but no matter how Tang Xueyi looked at it, there was no possibility of victory. It's only half a point weaker, it doesn't look like Long Popan in the arena, his appearance is scary, his shots are fierce, and he doesn't look good at first glance.

This shows their relationship with Water King.

The expressions of all parties were different, only Ye Zixuan was calm and calm, leaning on the sofa and waiting for the start of the battle.

When Tang Xueyi slowly approached the ring, LP Pan's narrow eyes widened, and with a tap of the Zen stick, the former shouted: "Hurry up, mother-in-law, look like a woman, are you worried that I will kill you with a stick, so Delaying on purpose and not daring to come up? If you are afraid of death, go back and ask Ye Gong to come up again."

"Otherwise, if I get into this ring, I will break your bones inch by inch."

Tang Xueyi wasn't angry at all, but kept walking forward steadily, unhurriedly, completely treating Luang Phor Pan as air, which caused Luang Phor Pan's eyes to flash murderous intent, swiped the Zen stick in his hand, and drew an arc. However, the three rubber ropes of the ring broke with a snap, and they were whipped towards Tang Xueyi who stepped onto the ring like a whip.

The momentum is heavy and thunderous!
Amidst the subconscious exclamation of several women in Chinese clothes, Tang Xueyi turned sideways without saying a word, avoiding the three rubber ropes just to the point, with perfect fire control,

Long Phor Ban's expression didn't change at all, the feeling was like killing a chicken, and his voice was as cold as coming from the Nine Nether Abyss: "It's a bit standard, but that's all, later, you still want to kill the dog Lie here the same, and you will pay a heavier price for your pretending to be a ghost, and life would be worse than death."

Luang Phor Pan was rampant to the extreme.

Tang Xueyi still didn't respond aloud, just pinched the clothes that had been brushed by the rubber rope, slowly stepped up the steps of the ring, and stood on the carpeted ring.

There are no referees, no moderators, and no rules, just victory or defeat.

Seeing Tang Xueyi finally standing on the ring, LP Pan let out a breath of steam, and picked up the Zen staff beside him: "Trash, you finally came up, you've been lingering for so long, don't you just want to live a little longer? Let me tell you, you will soon find out that your way of thinking is wrong, and after a while, you will feel how precious death is."

Everyone in the stands, including Water King, saw the two finally standing in the ring, facing each other at close range. They were quiet for a while, and then applauded in unison.

It's just that Tang Xueyi still didn't care about their applause, and calmly faced LP Pan's psychological blow.

"Are you fucking dumb?"

Long Phor Pan originally wanted to use humiliation to suppress Tang Xueyi's arrogance and psychology, so that he could better control the initiative during the battle, but unexpectedly, Tang Xueyi didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, making him feel like a punch Hitting Cotton, facing Tang Xueyi's cold eyes, LP Pan shuddered and took a step: "Come on."

With one step, the carpet shattered and dust flew everywhere.

"ah!"

Seeing this scene, the faces of many people at the scene couldn't help but change. Water King smiled vigorously, and several women poured wine attentively. Many people could see that Luang Phor Pan's seemingly random step was not only secretly exerting energy, Moreover, the frequency is the same as the breathing and heartbeat frequency of most of the audience at the scene, and when they merge together, it seems to weigh a thousand catties.

Terrifying.

Ye Zixuan also nodded: "As expected of the number one demon monk, there are so many tricks."

Tang Xueyi was unmoved.

A real master not only has shocking martial arts, but also full of invincible self-confidence.

Confidence added an incomparable aura to Tang Xueyi.

"Pull out your knife!"

Luang Phor Pan came forward with her Zen stick, and shouted at Tang Xueyi. Every time she took a step, the arena would make a muffled sound, leaving clear footprints on the ground, which shook slightly like an earthquake. Luang Phor Pan took six steps in a row. , pressing towards Tang Xueyi like a rainbow, his feet are arrogant and powerful, and where he lands, it looks like thousands of troops galloping.

The entire boxing arena seemed to shake, giving people an aura of earth-shattering, Long Po Pan stared at Tang Xueyi, and shouted sharply: "Pull your sword.

Facing the pressing LP Pan, Tang Xueyi remained calm all the time, and did not draw his sword to fight against LP Pan.

"Still drawing the knife?"

Long Po Pan snorted coldly, and there was a hint of teasing at the corner of her mouth: "Then you just wait to die."

Before the fight, a terrifying killing intent was already raging, and the ring was surrounded by strong killing intent and majestic killing intent, which made people panic.

Luang Phor Pan, who got closer, stopped talking nonsense, and swung his Zen staff violently, sweeping towards Tang Xueyi with a thunderbolt.

This stick roared and came out through the wind, killing and majestic, like a dragon going out to sea, hissing the sky and the earth.

When Ye Zixuan was a little surprised at the strength of LP Pan, Tang Xueyi slid out sideways, like a flying leaf, dodging the blow, but the wooden pillars behind the ring had to bear LP Pan's attack. Pan's fighting spirit, bang!With a loud bang, the one-meter-high pillar was hit by the Zen staff, and it was instantly shattered like a burst shell.

Many spectators exclaimed: "Ah..."

In the sky full of wood fragments, Luang Phor Pan, who missed a hit, shook his wrist again, deflected his Zen stick, and rushed towards Tang Xueyi, who was dodging, whistling.
This Zen stick came very quickly, and it appeared in front of Tang Xueyi almost in the blink of an eye.

Tang Xueyi still didn't draw his sword, he took seven steps back to avoid the attack of the Zen stick.

When LP Fan opened his eyes, he swiped his Zen stick again, and another ray of light seemed to penetrate the clouds and split electricity, piercing Tang Xueyi's heart.

Tang Xueyi still didn't draw his saber, he moved his footsteps and dodged again, the Zen staff passed by, a piece of clothes was cut off by the tip, and fell to the ground.

Steve and the others shook their heads in unison. The momentum of the two sides was not at the same level. Tang Xueyi would be finished soon. They wondered why Ye Zixuan would send him to fight?

Water King drank three glasses of red wine in a row: "Okay, good!"

When Ye Zixuan remained as calm as water, the murderous intent on Luang Phor Fan's face, who had missed consecutively, became more murderous, and the powerful aura almost enveloped the entire ring.

"Hoohoo!"

With his right hand sweeping, hitting, and stabbing again and again, the Zen image is a thin line shot out, all rushing towards Tang Xueyi's life gate, Tang Xueyi dodges agilely again and again, but the Zen stick is like the arm of Luang Po Ban , very flexible, like a fire snake, biting Tang Xueyi again and again to attack, several pieces of clothes and blood flew in the ring.

In an instant, Tang Xueyi fell into a disadvantage. In the eyes of many people, he was not far from losing his life. Several women still bowed their heads, unable to bear to see him die.

Although in a violent storm, Tang Xueyi was always like a flat boat, coping calmly and taking his time.

The knife in his hand has not been drawn yet.

"go to hell!"

When LP Pan forced Tang Xueyi to a corner, she suddenly roared and shouted, and the aura of the Zen staff rose sharply again.

Luang Phor Pan suddenly soared into the air and struck from a height. The force of the blow was shocking and quick, with a killing intent that chilled even the bone marrow.

The edge of the Zen stick is too terrifying to resist!

But he was not satisfied with this, he attacked thirteen moves in a row, and the light of the stick flew down obliquely, like a shocking light and lightning, like a long rainbow shaking the sky.

Terrifying momentum, terrifying Zen stick, majestic killing intent, thirteen moves, as fast as thirteen sticks, exploded into a spiral, and attacked Tang Xueyi's chest.

"Be careful……"

Long Qiuhui couldn't help but let out a cry, and the rest of the spectators subconsciously stood up, obviously knowing that this was a fatal blow.

At this moment, Tang Xueyi leaned back, flicked the rubber rope, and shot forward, while shaking his right hand.

The bamboo knife is out of its sheath!

The light of the saber flashed in front of everyone and in front of the dragon mother-in-law's flag, and with a soft sound, all movements suddenly condensed, and all air flow sank.

Everything in the world seems to have come to a standstill at this moment.

Long Phor Pan saw the light of the saber, and at the same time he saw the light of the saber, all the thirteen stick shadows he blasted dissipated, and Luang Phor Pan's whole body seemed to freeze suddenly.

He saw the light of the knife, but he didn't see the knife. When he saw it again, the bamboo knife had already pierced his throat.

With a splash of blood, the battle ended.

For a moment, the audience was silent, only the cold wind blowing through the gaps in the dome.

(End of this chapter)