Chu Feng swept across the ring calmly. He closed his eyes bored and said lightly: "I don't know any Muay Thai champion, but I know that within three moves, the winner will be decided."

"Hahaha, boy, you have a vision!" The bear beside him was holding a cigar in his mouth and laughed loudly, his face full of pride and confidence:

"Sang Kun is a star in my boxing ring. He has spent a lot of effort and money to train the boxing champion. Within three moves, he will definitely beat that bastard to death!"

Bang!

As he was talking, suddenly, with a bang on the ring, the Muay Thai champion Sang Kun flew out, fell on the ring, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

Chen Song raised his middle finger and spat disdainfully, especially arrogant.

Within three moves, the winner was indeed decided, but Sang Kun lost.

"This, how is this possible-"

Everyone at the scene was shocked, and the bear was shocked. The cigar fell to the ground, angry and distressed.

Sang Kun is his ace boxer. Can he generate 50 to 60 million in profits for him a year? That's it?

Chu Feng swept over Yun Muyu and widened his beautiful eyes, with an incredible pretty face, shook his head and said, "I'd better overestimate him, I'll be useless in one move-"

Ma Sanyuan and his big bosses also looked solemn, and then they sent two more boxers.

A national Sanda champion sent by Black Widow, and a white-faced scholar sent a leader of Bajiquan, but at most, they only supported five or six moves. They were defeated and beaten half to death, becoming disabled.

The cruelty makes people feel cold in their hearts. A little girl like Yun Muyu is even more shocked and scared.

This is Chuanwu’s arena competition, which is both winner and loser and life and death.

The big bosses with the black widow were already gloomy as iron. Zhou Zhenghao on the opposite side couldn't help laughing, "Is this the master you are looking for? Haha, shit, a bunch of garbage."

Ma Sanyuan took a deep breath, then looked at the last hope, and he stood up on the body of Mr. Murong Cang and saluted respectfully: "Please go to war with Mr. Murong and teach the madmen a lesson."

The Black Widow and the big bosses stood up together and shouted respectfully: "Please go to the battle with Mr. Murong."

Murong Cang just squinted his eyes and calmly drank hot tea, sipped by sip, flattered and confident.

After two minutes, after drinking the last sip of tea, he slowly put down the cover bowl, stood up calmly, waved his long sleeves, and was extremely chic.

"Well, let me take action and end this grudge."

Murong Cang stroking his long beard, sighed with a rather bleak feeling, and Dugu Qiubai stood at the peak of martial arts, and sighed at the invincible loneliness in the world.

He did not forget to point out Chu Feng and said, "Little baby, I only took advantage of my unique skills once. You must look at it, learn it well, and understand it well."

The disciple behind him also snorted coldly: "Did you hear me? I can't see how much money you spend. This is your fortune."

Chu Feng smiled faintly and just looked quietly.

Murong Cang picked up his robe and jumped up. He stared at him for a few steps and used a move of "Taiyunzong". The ring more than three meters high actually made it into five or six steps, jumped to the ring, waved his robe and stood with his hands behind his back.

His face does not blush and his heart does not beat. He is fairy-like and free and easy-going, and he is simply an immortal descending to earth.

"good!"

"Good kung fu!"

In the audience, Ma Sanyuan and others burst into applause like thunder. Murong Cang's unique skills made them full of confidence and hope.

This is Jiangling’s martial arts master, this is Jiangling’s number one master, so handsome, so fucking strong!

Only Chu Feng, who was beside him, frowned slightly and sneered in a low voice; "Idiot!"

The battle of life and death in the ring is not a joke? Every bit of strength and every inch of internal strength must be grasped well, otherwise it is seeking death.

And this Ti Yunzong, who Murong Cang just now, seemed gorgeous and awesome, actually consumed 30% of his internal strength. It was just a flashy and pure costume.

"Little baby, you are very good. If you still stand on the stage within ten moves, I will be considered as losing." Murong Cang stood with his hands behind his back, full of arrogance, and didn't even look at Chen Song in front of him.

"Old guy, then you try it." Chen Song looked fierce and waved out two mountain axes, majestic and decisive in killing.

He also saw that Murong Cang was very skilled, and he tried his best as soon as he made an effort.

"Good come." Murong Cang shouted sharply, waved his hand, and pulled out a long sword. The sword light flashed, floating like a dragon!
Chapter completed!