Soon, it was nine o'clock.

In front of the ring in the northwest corner of Canglong Mountain, here, there was a ring match a few days ago. Some people won glory and glory, while others were seriously injured and became useless people. From then on, they bid farewell to martial arts practice.

Some people even died here and disappeared from now on.

However, today, it seems that this place is a new beginning. All the past has been blown away by the wind, and no trace has been left behind.

Today, in addition to Zhan Qi and Yang Qiu and other six people, Ji Haiyang and Zhang Zongshen who came to host Ping Gong, and some onlookers were also present.

Among these onlookers, some of the warriors who were eliminated a few days ago, and some of them were from the martial arts family.

Because this ring match was held secretly, none of the onlookers had nothing to do with this matter, and the women in the small courtyard were not there.

But among the onlookers, Yang Qiu saw Mu Chunfeng and Ouyang Jing. It was not surprising that these two people were present.

Yang Qiu also discovered that it seemed that these two women were very familiar with everything about him, but he was still very unfamiliar with them.

Ji Haiyang and Zhang Zongshen soon announced the start of the game.

At this time, Yun Jinghao said to Yang Qiu beside him, "Zhang Jinting practices the inner Xingyiquan, Zheng Shijie's best skills are the Six-Star Fist and Vajra Fist, Wu Zun is the Wu family boxing technique that combines Tai Chi, Xingyi, and Bagua. You have seen Zhan Qi, he is good at leg skills."

Yang Qiu looked at Yun Jinghao with a strange look.

Then, Yun Jinghao said, "As for my Yun family, they basically belong to the Southern Quan faction and do not have a very systematic ownership."

Yun Jinghao told Yang Qiu that he could understand the martial arts skills of the other four people, but he introduced himself at this time, which made Yang Qiu a little confused.

Seeing Yang Qiu's expression strange, Yun Jinghao smiled faintly, "The overall situation in this arena match has been decided, but I hope you are the final winner."

Only then did Yang Qiu realize that Yun Jinghao was expected to be no match for these people, and the fact was the case, because his kung fu cultivation was a bit far apart from these people.

Since he had expected that he would be eliminated, others would decide the outcome, so he naturally hoped that Yang Qiu could win.

"Thank you, Brother Yun!"

Yang Qiu didn't know what to say.

He knew that any persuasion at this time would be farts, because if a warrior had already predicted his ending, it would be no different whether he could enter the ring or not.

In other words, it may be death, but not, it is definitely a humiliation.

Between life and death, honor and disgrace, Yun Jinghao seemed to be very indifferent, but he was indifferent to his ending and made plans for Yang Qiu.

So besides saying thank you, Yang Qiu is really not suitable to say anything else.

The ring has already sounded the gong, and the first group of battle list has been released, and it is actually Yang Qiu vs. Yun Jinghao.

Yang Qiu was surprised in this result, but Yun Jinghao seemed to have already made up his mind. Before going on stage, Yang Qiu looked at Yun Jinghao deeply.

He said, "In fact, it may not be necessary to live to the death on the stage, just do your best!"

Yun Jinghao smiled faintly. In fact, he had thought of this situation for a long time and was also relieved. If he had to lose, he would rather lose in Yang Qiu's hands.

"Brother Yang, we are the opponents when we get on the ring. If you take action to keep it, I will look down on you!"

The ring is a place where life and death are seen, and it is also a place where awe and respect are needed, so Yang Qiu nodded at him.

After Yun Jinghao said that, he jumped onto the ring.

Yang Qiu no longer hesitated and jumped onto the ring. The two stood on both sides of the ring, clasping each other and saying nothing more.

Yun Jinghao shouted loudly, exhaled directly and attacked Yang Qiu.

He punched like the wind, his movements were compact, his technique was clever and his footwork was steady. He attacked more than a dozen punches in a series, and Yang Qiu was blowing like rolling thunder, and he went straight to fight.

Yun Jinghao mainly practices Southern Fist. Southern Fist uses small to fight big, clever to fight clumsy, more to fight less, and fast to fight slow.

So he punched several times in a row, and it was fast and dense, with flexible and changeable steps, and his fist style was dense and rapid.

But after a few moves, Yang Qiu could also feel that although the opponent had a thorough understanding of Nanquan's martial arts, his cultivation was not deep, which led to his tight fist style but densely ventilated.

Yun Jinghao is thin and is a standard southerner, so when he is not very good at practicing, he does not exert enough force. When he punches Yang Qiu, he feels a little soft and powerless.

To deal with Yun Jinghao, Yang Qiu only needs half of his skills, but he still respects Yun Jinghao and does not make a confrontation with reservations.

At this moment, a series of light burst out from Yang Qiu's eyes. The fist and eyes cooperated, and quickly used a method of wrapping silk into strength to directly crack Yun Jinghao's dense fist wind.

In one second, the sound of fists colliding on the ring made consecutive sounds, and Yun Jinghao took three steps in a row and barely stabilized his body.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Qiu swept across the spiral, and Yun Jinghao fell on the ring with a pounce. He felt like a thorn on his back, and blood rushing in his chest.

As soon as he turned over, he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Yun Jinghao lost, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. Yang Qiu took action without reservation, which showed respect for him.

Yang Qiu did not take any more action. He even owed his body slightly and reached out to Yun Jinghao.

Yun Jinghao was not pretentious, and Yang Qiu pulled him up as soon as he reached out. The two clasped each other again, and Yang Qiu said, "Take it!"

"come on!"

The two got off the ring separately.

Yun Jinghao was not seriously injured and said he wanted to stay and watch the game. Yang Qiu had no choice but to tell Mu Chunfeng and Ouyang Jing to take care of him.

These two people seemed to be very confident in Yang Qiu and did not say any nonsense.

The second game was followed, and what Yang Qiu didn't expect was that he still got his name.

This made Yang Qiu feel that it was not good. Although it didn't take much effort to fight against Yun Jinghao, if he continued to fight like this, his physical strength would be exhausted sooner or later.

Besides, among the remaining four, each of them has a cultivation level that is comparable to their own.

But soon, Yang Qiu felt that he was thinking too much, because Ji Haiyang was there, and even if Zhang Zongshen wanted to do something, it would be very difficult.

The second game is Yang Qiu vs. Zhang Jinting.

The two of them didn't say much when they came on stage, and they even saved themselves by clasping their fists. Zhang Jinting did not regard Yang Qiu as his opponent, and even in his opinion, Yang Qiu was not qualified to fight him at all.

Yang Qiu naturally also saw the other party's indifference and disdain, and did not take it seriously.

Zhang Jinting comes from Quanzhou Martial Arts Hall and practices Xingyiquan, also known as Xingyiquan. This boxing technique is mostly short-shot and straight-stroke, and hard-stroke.

In an instant, Zhang Jinting's body shook, like a bolt of lightning, and rushed directly towards Yang Qiu. At the same time, his punch was like thunder, wrapped in strong winds, whistling in.

For this kind of hard-hitting and hard-hitting method, Yang Qiu immediately exerted his luck, his feet were round, his steps were like a dragon winding, and his hands were round, and he cracked the blasting fist wind every inch and minute.

His breath was round, and he fought back with another punch while he was swallowing and spitting. His body movement was round, as flexible and round as a drop of water, making Zhang Jinting's banging boxing could not touch the corner of his clothes at all.
Chapter completed!