Those martial artists around the ring in the cellar were extremely crazy.

Their eyes were red, and their expressions were ferocious, as if five stones had been knocked down.

On the left side of the ring, the charming inn proprietress took off her coat to reveal two tattoos on her hands.

"Hurry up, everyone! The betting will be over in a quarter of an hour."

"The battle between these two cannot be seen at any time!"

One by one, the onlookers took their silver taels and went to place a bet with the proprietress.

Beside the proprietress, there was a man with disheveled hair and a shirtless body, full of murderous aura.

Soon the proprietress's table was full of silver, and there were more and more people around the ring.

This is no longer the appearance of the inn before, it is completely the appearance of an underground black boxing arena.

Li Chengfeng didn't make a sound, and went straight to the table in front of the boss.

"Bet me fifty taels and the scholar wins!"

The proprietress took the ingot of silver, raised her head slightly to look at Li Chengfeng, and laughed delicately.

"Young master, I thought you were gone! I haven't seen you since the arena opened."

"However, your fifty taels can be regarded as wronged."

Li Chengfeng frowned.

"Oh? How do you say that? It's clear that the scholar is better this afternoon!"

The proprietress waved her hands again and again.

"It looks like you often retreat at home, and you haven't heard anything about Jianghu."

"The scholar's name is Cheng Peng, and his family has been craftsmen forging weapons for generations."

"He puts all his strength on that weapon, and he can't use sharp weapons in the arena this time!"

"He Tu also took a fancy to this point, which inspired Chengpeng to go to the ring together, and compete with him in terms of body and martial arts."

Only then did Li Chengfeng nod repeatedly, understanding the cause and effect.

"Then treat it as a game, and the money is useless."

As he spoke, he pushed through the crowd and came under the ring, carefully observing the two people fighting close to each other on the ring.

He Tu's punches and kicks are the same as his sword skills, open and close.

Coupled with the small space in the ring, Cheng Peng was quickly cornered, and fists rained down on him.

Cheng Peng, who was a little thinner, could only put his hands in front of the front door to protect his vitals.

The spectators under the ring were also in a one-sided situation. They all cheered for He Tu, and they were not optimistic about the thinner Cheng Peng.

For those of them who have not stepped into the realm of heaven and man, the way of martial arts lies in qi and blood.

Cheng Peng's stature was thinner, so he thought that his blood was not as strong as He Tu's. This was an ironclad fact.

But Li Chengfeng found something different.

Although He Tu was tall, his footsteps were already weak under continuous attacks.

On the other hand, Cheng Peng, who was pushed to a dead end, had a very stable foot and relatively stable Qi and blood in his body.

If this continues, it won't take long for Cheng Peng to launch a counterattack.

And He Tu, who was already exhausted by then, would have no room for defense at all.

"Hmph...you know how to defend?"

"With your level, why don't you quit early? Anyway, you won't survive a round in the martial arts."

He Tu looked at Cheng Peng, whose nose was bruised and his face was swollen from the beating, and said sarcastically.

But just as he finished speaking, Cheng Peng, who had been defending all the time, suddenly moved and kicked He Tu with a whip.

Seeing this, the corners of Li Chengfeng's mouth gradually rose.

He didn't need to watch the next match to know the result.

A duel of warriors is not a fighting game, it is not just based on numerical values, no one can declare the winner at the moment of life and death.

The surrounding onlookers exclaimed again and again, completely beyond their imagination.

Cheng Peng quickly gained the upper hand, his fists were like arrows, and they went straight to the vital point with precision and power.

He Tu was quickly knocked down to the ground, his body was covered in blood, and he seemed to be gradually losing his breath.

At this time, the master martial artist behind the proprietress jumped onto the ring to stop Cheng Peng.

"Tonight's victory has been decided, stop!"

Only then did Cheng Peng stop, panting heavily, on the ring.

The master martial artist jumped off the ring with confidence.

At this moment, He Tu, who was breathing weakly, suddenly opened his eyes, and a silver needle in his hand shot out towards Cheng Peng.

"Bold!" The master martial artist came back to his senses and rushed towards the ring.

It's fine for them to hold a ring here.

If someone dies here, the Tang royal family will blame it, but it will be difficult to handle.

Cheng Peng, who was already exhausted, could only watch the silver needle heading straight for his eyebrows, and he didn't even have the strength to dodge.

"Die! You are dead, the leader of this martial arts is me!"

Seeing that his opponent was about to die, He Tu, whose face was covered in blood, suddenly burst out laughing.

Just when the silver needle was about to pierce Cheng Peng's eyebrows, a figure suddenly skipped over and clamped the silver needle with two fingers.

"Warrior contests, you can't win the championship with this method!"

Li Chengfeng threw away the silver needle, looked at He Tu in front of him, and murmured softly.

"Go away, he must die today!"

He Tu, whose plan was interrupted, punched Li Chengfeng with a bulging vein on his neck.

"Why bother!"

Li Chengfeng shook his head slightly, spread his hands forward and grabbed He Tu's fist directly.

Then he squeezed his fingers hard into his palm.

"Crack, click!" The joints cracked one after another, and a burst of blood mist erupted.

He Tu's fist was directly crushed by him, and he collapsed on the ground, screaming in pain.

The onlookers in the audience were in an uproar again.

The master martial artist didn't have time to stop it just now, how could Li Chengfeng stop it so quickly?

What kind of strength is this? If this person participates in martial arts, wouldn't they have nothing to do?

"Who is this? Haven't you heard of this person before?"

"That's right! It looks like you're only in your teens. When did such a strong person come to participate in martial arts?"

"I hope I don't meet him during the competition. This is a reaction speed faster than that of a master."

"It's a pity that I suppressed the money!"

"You're fine, I've pressed hundreds of taels, and now I'm gone."

Different from the shock of others, the lady boss and the master martial artist had serious expressions on their faces.

"You are not a contestant in this martial arts at all, who are you?"

The proprietress took out a steel long whip at some point, and the seductive aura on her body became more and more fierce.

"Sister~www.mtlnovel.com~ you run, this person is at least a celestial warrior!"

The tall man blocked the proprietress behind him with a serious expression on his face.

As soon as this remark came out, the proprietress was full of shock.

My brother is at the pinnacle of the master realm, even a great master has the strength to fight.

Otherwise, she, a weak woman, would not dare to find so many warriors.

Unexpectedly, the person in the arena was actually in the realm of heaven and man.

If this is the case, I am afraid that everyone in the entire cellar is not enough for him to fight alone.

"It's almost time, you don't need to run away!"

Li Chengfeng looked at the people in the cellar and said in a low voice.

Suddenly, a needle drop could be heard in the room, and it sounded in everyone's ears like a devil's whisper.