Migrant workers?

Untouchables?

Bang.

Before Tao Wanshan could finish his words, Lin Mengting swung his right hand and slapped him hard on the face.

No one expected that Lin Mengting would dare to attack Tao Wanshan?

Lin Mengting wiped her tears and shouted angrily: "What's wrong with the migrant workers?

Are migrant workers not humans?

Didn’t you just rely on your father to have some money?

What qualifications do you have to look down on migrant workers?”

"You stinky bitch, how dare you hit me Tao Wanshan?"

Tao Wanshan covered his swollen face and kicked Lin Mengting's belly.

From beginning to end, Yang Beixuan had no intention of stopping him.

No matter what, the martial arts association of Jinling Medical University was sponsored by Tao Wanshan.

In terms of emotion and reason, Yang Beixuan had to stand on the side of Tao Wanshan.

Besides, there is no need for Yang Beixuan to offend the son of a rich man for the sake of the daughter of a migrant worker.

"Speak rudely!"

"It's time to fight!"

As he said that, Tang Tian flew Tao Wanshan away.

Just punched him, Tao Wanshan screamed and his back hit the wall of the stands.

Everyone's attention is on the ring, so naturally no one will notice Tang Tian.

However, one person noticed Tang Tian.

That is South Australian gambling king Chen Pojun.

Chen Pojun, who was sitting in the VIP seat, glanced at the direction where Tang Tian was and said with a smile: "Boss Xiong, I wonder who is the person you can beat the most here?"

Tag.

Xiong Liujie leaned against the sofa and sniffed a cigar hard and said coldly: "Ding Jianhuang from the Baji Sect is currently the highest score. He has never lost since entering the boxing ring."

Ding Jianhuang?

Chen Pojun heard about this person.

As far as Chen Pojun knows, Ding Jianhuang is the son of Ding Fenglang, the leader of the Baji Sect, and should have the strength of the peak of the dark energy.

In fact, Chen Pojun wanted to use Ding Jianhuang's hand to test Tang Tian's strength.

Chen Pojun wanted to see if this Tang Tian was a disciple of the Thousand Sects?

"One million!"

"I want Emperor Ding to test someone for me!"

Chen Pojun stretched out a finger and looked at Xiong Liufin intentionally or unintentionally.

One million?

Just let Emperor Ding test someone?

This deal is quite cost-effective.

According to the rules of the underground boxing ring, Xiong Liujie can get 500,000.

Puff.

Xiong Liuzhi spat out a mouthful of cigarettes and grinned, "Hehe, no problem, I'll call Ding Jianhuang now."

at the same time.

Tang Tian, ​​who was under the stands, grabbed Tao Wanshan's hair and slammed into the wall of the stands.

Bang.

Bang.

Every time he bumps into it, Tao Wanshan will scream.

Tang Tianleng said: "Everyone is born equal, how can there be a distinction between noble and humble person?

In my opinion, you are the untouchables, and you are not as good as pigs and dogs!"

"Ah, Yang... Young Master Yang, save me."

Tao Wanshan's face was covered in blood and reached out for help.

Seeing this, Yang Beixuan hurriedly stepped forward and scolded: "Why don't you stop now if you have a surname Tang!"

Bang.

Bang.

Two more collisions were heard, and Tao Wanshan's eyes turned pale and he fainted on the spot.

Yang Beixuan angrily scolded: "Whoever is surnamed Tang, do you really think that Yang Beixuan is a decoration?"

"You are not worthy of practicing martial arts."

Tang Tian turned his eyes to the ring with his hands behind his back.

KAKA.

Yang Beixuan's fists were clenched and he said with resentment: "Do you deserve it or not?"

As the successor of the Tai Chi Sect, Yang Beixuan held a noble status and how could he be so humiliated?

Tao Wanshan was beaten, and Yang Beixuan, the president of the Martial Arts Association, was also blinded.

Tang Tianleng said: "Not all people in Zhongshan suits are Chen Zhen."

"You're looking for death!"

Yang Beixuan shouted loudly and waved his claws toward Tang Tian's throat.

Bang.

Suddenly, a muffled sound came out, and Tang Tian punched Yang Beixuan on the nose, knocking him away three or four meters away, and his back hit the wall of the stands heavily.

It was not until this time that Yang Beixuan realized the horror of Tang Tian.

On the ring, Sun Huhe and Lin Guodong fought.

With just a glance, Tang Tian could see that Lin Guodong had not cultivated internal strength at all, but was just practicing qigong to fight Sun Huhe to the death.

Bang bang bang.

Just by hearing the sound of hits, Lin Guodong and Sun Huhe were intertwined.

"Sun Huhe, are you a pig!"

"waste!"

"Even a migrant worker can't win!"

"Hmph, with this strength, dare you claim to be the successor of Xingyi Sect?"

The people in the stands were so angry that they tore up their gambling tickets and said cursingly.

Huh.

Huh.

Lin Guodong took a few breaths and thought to himself, if I hold on for another minute, I can get a reward of 100,000 yuan.

Looking at Lin Guodong again, his eyes were swollen, his mouth was cracked, and his face was covered with blood.

But Lin Guodong still has no tendency to fall.

Sun Huhe angrily cursed: "You untouchable, if you want to survive, you will kneel down and beg for mercy."

“One minute left.”

"I can get a reward of 100,000 yuan."

Lin Guodong coughed blood and stared at Sun Huhe and said.

Sun Huhe sneered: "It depends on whether you have a life or not."

Pick.

Suddenly, Sun Huhe kicked Lin Guodong away with a spinning kick.

Fortunately, there are guardrails around the ring.

Otherwise, Lin Guodong would definitely be kicked off the ring.
To be continued...