General, Madam Called You To Farm

As soon as the two finished speaking, Wei Ting kicked Zi Yihou in the back of the head fiercely with his toe up.

Zi Yihou snorted.

Wei Ting punched him and called out.

Zi Yihou was hit hard and hit a pillar.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Did you run out of stamina as you said?

Wei Ting took advantage of the situation and punched Zi Yihou's lips with one punch after another!

Zi Yihou kicked on Wei Ting's chest, turned his back on the guest, bullied him, and landed on Wei Ting's body with stronger and heavier fists.

So bloody!

So violent!

It's so heart-pounding!

They announced that this was the most exciting contest in the field!

The descendants of the Jin family are more about the horror and fear after the truth is revealed, making people feel like they have walked through the gate of hell. The excitement is exciting, but they haven't seen enough.

If the Red Lotus Saintess could sustain dozens more moves, the two contests would be indistinguishable.

Xing'er was about to cry: "Oh, why is my uncle lying down and being beaten all the time? It's too miserable, too miserable!"

Lu Aotian: "Here, eat a jelly bean."

Myolie: "..."

Wei Ting, who was being pressed and beaten, suddenly turned his fist into a palm, and slashed Zi Yihou's chest!

Zi Yihou received a slap, turned over in the air, knelt on one knee and slid back more than ten steps on the ring, almost fell!

"My God! That's Zi Yihou!"

Everyone's eyeballs were rounded.

No, they're holding their breath, they can't believe it's real!

Zi Yihou clutched his chest, felt the bursts of pain coming from his viscera, and looked at Wei Ting in astonishment: "Small Empty Palm? Aren't you from Baihua Palace? Why do you know the unique skills of Tianyutang?"

Wei Ting stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled coldly: "Guess?"

Zi Yihou glanced at the viewing platform of Tianyu Hall.

Even Xia Houqing, Xie Jinnian and the members of the Killer League looked over here.

The Qianji Pavilion is far away, on the other side of the Killer League, otherwise they would have to see the expression on Ji Minglou's face.

Madam Ji lowered her face and asked Ji Minglou, "Did you teach Yunshuang's son Broken Kongpal secretly?"

Ji Minglou: "I haven't."

Mrs. Ji: "Don't admit it? Besides you, is there anyone else on the island who would teach the Broken Empty Palm to Yunshuang's son?"

Ji Minglou frowned: "I don't want to quarrel with you."

He really didn't teach it.

Where did Duanmuyun's Broken Empty Palm come from? He also wondered.

The past between Ji Minglou and Yunshuang is not a secret on the island. It is rumored that he still has no love for Yunshuang, so it is not surprising that he will pass on his secret knowledge to Yunshuang's youngest son.

Ji Minglou was so sure about the blame, it was surprising that no one suspected Mr. Qiu.

Xie Jinnian stared at Duanmuyun's figure without blinking, something flashed in his eyes.

In the viewing platform of the Killer League, Liu Zhen'er recognized Wei Ting: "It's him!"

Qi Yao looked at Wei Ting.

Liu Zhen'er said to Chen Yu: "Fourth Senior Brother, don't you remember? The one who cut our rope!"

Chen Yudao: "You mean... he is one of the few people who rescued Luo Sha? His movement skills really make me feel familiar."

Liu Zhen'er said strangely: "I haven't seen you for two months, why do I feel that his moves are much faster? Or was it inconvenient to make moves on the cliff that night, which slowed down his speed?"

"Zi Yihou has been suppressed." Eldest brother Qi Yao said.

Liu Zhen'er frowned: "When we fought against each other last time, I felt that he didn't have such strength."

Chen Yu didn't take it seriously and said, "He's just lucky, didn't you see that Zi Yihou hasn't drawn his sword yet?"

Qi Yao didn't speak.

Because in his opinion, Zi Yihou didn't draw his sword, not because he didn't want to draw his sword, but because he was so oppressed that he couldn't draw his sword.

This Duanmuyun has greatly improved compared to saving Luoshana later.

Inside the viewing platform of Xiaoyaozong.

The glamorous woman leisurely ate a delicate and charming fruit: "Mr. Xiao Lang really likes it more and more, even Zi Yihou was beaten by him. It's a pity, it can only be beaten here."

Everyone continued to pay attention to the competition on the field.

Although they supported Zi Yihou, they also hoped that Duanmuyun would be able to take a beating and let them enjoy watching it more.

But the miracle did not seem to continue on this young man.

Zi Yihou jumped up and dealt Wei Ting a powerful blow.

Wei Ting was thrown out completely, and fell to the edge of the ring, half of his body fell down.

Zi Yihou grabbed him by the throat: "Who instructed you? You attacked me as soon as you entered the field, and you attacked me everywhere, forcing me to draw my sword?"

Wei Ting's face was blue and purple from being pinched, but his eyes were not in the slightest distress: "My master!"

"Oh?" Zi Yihou laughed, "It seems that your master is very familiar with my weaknesses, but it's a pity, he knew me three years ago! Today, I have no weaknesses!"

In the last sentence, he was full of aura, grabbed Wei Ting's throat, lifted him high, and fell heavily from the ring!

"Ah! It's over! Zi Yihou won!"

"Sure enough, even with the blessing of Broken Empty Palm, there is absolutely no chance of winning in front of Zi Yihou."

"Zi Yihou's strength is too strong. Unless he meets the Killer League, no one can defeat him. This is what everyone expects—"

"No...you see!"

Everyone saw an incredible scene.

The second young master of Baihua Palace, who was thrown off the ring and was sure to lose, didn't even land on the ground!

His toes hooked Zi Yihou's trouser belt, and the soles of his feet rested on Zi Yihou's strong abdominal muscles. The strong waist and abdomen made him lie flat in the air.

Click.

The glamorous woman dropped the fruit in her hand.

Excellent man!

The rarest man in a century!

Wei Ting looked at Zi Yihou provocatively.

As if to say, keep falling, see if I hit the ground first or your pants hit the ground first.

Zi Yihou, who didn't want to sneak around in public, was brutally shameless by Wei Ting!

He clasped Wei Ting's ankles with both hands.

Disjointed hands!

Click!

Wei Ting took advantage of the situation, and he felt lonely.

On the contrary, Wei Ting used his strength to make a roundabout, hooked his other foot around his neck, and jumped back onto the ring!

Zi Yihou turned around coldly: "Meteor walk?"

This time, everyone's eyes turned to Qianji Pavilion.

Zi Yihou said coldly: "Boy, who is your master?"

Wei Ting looked innocently at the viewing platform of Tianyu Hall.

Ji Minglou shuddered.

Zi Yihou held the hilt of the sword: "In the first round, I didn't intend to use the sword. I have to admit that you are a qualified opponent. I will give you the respect that an opponent deserves, so let's use the sword."

Wei Ting said: "If you want to draw a sword, just say so, no one will laugh at you."

Zi Yihou drew out his sword coldly.

Wei Ting also slowly pulled out the Qingfeng sword, and said with cold eyes: "I only have one move."

Zi Yihou stared like a torch and said, "I only have one move."

"One sword determines the outcome."

"It's a deal."

There are no fancy moves, and there is no moving around.

Both of them had sufficient internal strength, jumped up, and slashed at each other with the most piercing sword energy!

clang!

The sound of the gong.

The guard held up the gavel: "The contest is over!"

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