No one of the subsequent warriors could last for a minute under him.

The further we get to the back, the more we look on the warriors.

Only in this way can we rectify the world for those who carry the tripod and seek a new way out for national martial arts.

"There are two quarters of an hour left in the fragrance." On the referee's seat, Peng Bei stroked his long beard, his face full of relief.

"It seems that you are a bad one this time." Sheng Xuan laughed and said to Xing Deping: "He is still young and his qi and blood are strong. Even if he fights for another day and night, I won't be exhausted."

Xing Deping smiled and narrowed his eyes and replied, "I'm just conducting reasonable screening. Didn't he come here successfully?"

Sheng Xuan snorted coldly and said, "It sounds nice. You are so bad-hearted that you can't count. Do I still know you?"

"Stop quarrel, be ready to announce the result." Guan Yongding next to him spoke out and said to the two: "Don't let the juniors laugh, wait quietly for the result."

Hearing this, the two of them looked at each other unhappily and ended the argument.

In the audience, Ye Miao, Mo Peifu and others were also very happy.

If Lin Qianjun succeeds in defending this trip, all the haze in the Chinese martial arts world will be revealed, and the Chinese martial arts warriors will no longer need to hide their heads and tails and live in hiding their names.

On the ring, after Lin Qianjun knocked a challenger off the ring, a feeling of invincible loneliness suddenly arose in his heart.

He felt that he was completely like bullying a child, and had no meaning at all.

Lin Qianjun shook his head in his heart and sighed: "Oh, we can't blame them for being too weak, it's just because I'm too strong!!"
Chapter completed!