?Xia Lan was very angry because of what happened last night, and the consequences were very serious. The next day, when the two met again, even though Qiu Yu greeted her with a smile, Xia Lan, whose eyelids were slightly swollen, ignored the other party at all and was like a stranger.

Qiu Yu was helpless, so he hardened his heart and stopped talking. He made up his mind and waited for the game to finish before talking. Anyway, the battle competition would be settled in two days.

It was night again, and snowflakes were floating in the sky. Xia Lan stood in front of the bedroom window and stared at it. After a while, a black figure appeared, ran freely in the wind and snow, jumped over the courtyard wall, and disappeared. She sighed softly, put on her coat and walked out.

A Ford car used a luxury house and drove towards the direction of Longshengcheng Hotel. The back seat of the car leaned against Xia Lan, and she was still angry with frowning, but she was more worried, afraid that the brat would have an accident.

As the car moved forward quickly, Xia Lan shook her head gently, "Is money really that important? It makes people fight with their lives? Born in a wealthy family, it is difficult for her to understand the desire for money by ordinary people. She thinks Qiu Yu's behavior is not worth it, almost crazy, as if she is blinded by money.

After arriving at the hotel, Xia Lan stepped into it. As soon as she arrived at the arena, she heard fanatical shouts and saw faces of excitement or regret. She found a random spot to stand, her eyes swept through four iron cages, and immediately frozen in the field No. 3. Qiu Yu, wearing an iron mask, was fighting with a middle-aged man with white hair, extremely intense and shocking.

Tonight is a competition for the semi-finals. Each player has two big fights. The one who fights Qiu Yu is Park Shin-lin, a white-headed demon from Han Guo, the mainstay of Taekwondo, and a very powerful guy.

Park Shin-lin's leg skills are very powerful. He uses a lot of foot techniques such as air-flying, spin-kicking, etc., with sharp attacks, white hair fluttering, and extremely gorgeous postures. He is absolutely cool, which attracts praise from those who admire him.

In contrast, Qiu Yu was a little cautious, and he wanted to understand the opponent's strength and characteristics. Based on this, he had a lot of defense and kept retreating under strong attacks, which made his supporters look anxious. Someone shouted: "Don't retreat anymore, fight back quickly."

"The iron-faced warrior rushed up quickly and beat that white-haired guy up..."

Susan stared at her with her eyes widened and couldn't help but feel a little worried. She thought about it, maybe the true strength of Iron-Meng has not yet been used, so don't worry.

Xia Lan in the distance held her breath and looked at her, extremely nervous. For her, watching Qiu Yu fight with others was really torture!

As soon as he took action, Park Shin-lin took the upper hand, making him look proud and even used all his skills.

After several moves, Qiu Yu was forced to the cage wall. By this time, he had already discovered that although the Han Guomao was strong, he was just that, even worse than the Toutuo Yilong. If Yilong had not met him last night, he would have probably become one of the top ten.

A sneer appeared on his face, Qiu Yu kicked his right foot on the cage wall and suddenly launched a counterattack. His fists swung over like iron hammers, fighting Park Shin-lin's leg skills, like a tiger that had just woken up.

In an instant, the situation immediately changed. Park Shin-lin was punched in his cheeks and chest, and blood spurted out from his mouth. Two teeth fell to the ground, and he staggered and almost fell.

The next fight seemed to have turned into Qiu Yu's performance match. He hit Park Shin-lin's body one after another with overwhelming attacks, and he beat that guy up like a human sandbag.

Amid the cheers of the supporters of the Iron-Faced Warriors, Qiu Yu hit Park Shin-lin in the head with a heavy punch, causing the opponent to temporarily lose consciousness and faint on the ground. He easily won the game.

Xia Lan let out a long sigh, her mood relaxed slightly, thinking, no wonder she had to participate in the competition, it turned out that Xiaoyu was quite confident. It seemed that the brat's kung fu was indeed outstanding, and I hope he could make it to the end smoothly.

Susan smiled, made a victory gesture, and then gave a kiss. Qiu Yu in the cage nodded and waved her fist hard, looking like I was very strong.

Xia Lan saw this scene and she was secretly angry. The brat couldn't change his flirtatious habits, and even foreign girls were fond of them! When she looked at the blond girl with blue eyes, she looked sexy and charming and had a hot figure, she also felt that Qiu Yu was indeed a woman.

Immediately afterwards, another game began. Qiu Yu's opponent was the ascetic monk, a yoga master from Yindu. The guy had walnut patterns on his face, his gray beard drooped to his chest, and his face looked miserable, as if someone owed him eight hundred yuan. He had a dirty white cloth wrapped around his head and his body was ragged.

The door of the iron cage closed with a clang. Qiu Yu looked at the other party with curious eyes. He was full of strength, as if he was about to hunt.

He clasped his hands together and recited a few Sanskrit words silently. His arms were wrapped on his body in a very strange posture that people could not do, like a green vine above an old tree. Suddenly, his body quickly rotated and rushed over like a top, so fast that it made people unable to see clearly that this was a person, and he felt that it was just a roller turning.

Damn, what kind of routine is this? Qiu Yu was very surprised. In the blink of an eye, the spinning guy had already come close to him. He didn't care about thinking too much and kicked him out.

He quickly rotated and moved his direction to avoid this attack, then took action, slapped Qiu Yu's chest twice, almost breaking his ribs, and his internal organs seemed to be dislocated, and he couldn't help but go to the side.

A wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of Qiuyu's mouth, and the horror in his eyes became stronger. The guy's quick body movement and strange tricks were something he had never encountered before. Seeing that Timai was spinning over again, he quickly turned sideways to avoid it, and something even more incredible happened.

The right foot, which had a lot of dirt, suddenly kicked out. Logically, he could not hit the position where Qiu Yu was at, but his leg suddenly extended one meter and turned into a very long leg, and kicked Qiu Yu heavily in the chest.

Qiu Yu, caught off guard, was kicked and screamed and flew out, landing several meters away, with a look of pain on his face.

Xia Lan, who was closely following the game, screamed, her heart hurt like a needle, and her whole body was trembling.

Susan was also shocked and shouted in a hurry: "Get up quickly, you have to hold on..."

The audience who bet on Qiu Yu also shouted anxiously: "Iron-faced warriors get up quickly, you can't lose."

"Get up...get up quickly..."

The referee outside the iron cage started counting, "One, two, three..."
Chapter completed!