Murong Fu was a little embarrassed and hurriedly said to Qin Fan with an apologetic expression: "Mr. Qin, don't be angry, Mr. Qi has such a temper, he doesn't know your strength!"
"It's okay." Qin Fan said calmly. Naturally, he would not argue with people like Mr. Qi.
Mr. Qi took two steps, suddenly raised his spirits, and went directly onto the ring. His movements were crisp and smooth.
Mr. Zhu's eyes, which were slightly closed, suddenly opened and looked at Mr. Qi, his expression became serious.
"please!"
He turned his wrist and made a gesture of invitation.
Mr. Qi said with an arrogant look: "You are no match for me, go down!"
Mr. Zhu was furious: "Huh, you won't know until you fight!"
A powerful aura suddenly surged from his body, and he rushed towards Mr. Qi.
Inner warrior!
Some people in the field who knew the goods suddenly exclaimed in low voices!
Although the warriors in the inner realm are not worth mentioning in Qin Fan's eyes, they can already be regarded as strong in the martial arts world!
Mr. Qi snorted coldly: "You don't know how to flatter me! I will defeat you within three moves!"
After saying that, Mr. Qi stretched out his hands, and a more powerful aura came out of his body.
Below, there was a burst of exclamation: "This is the great achievement of the inner realm!"
"This Mr. Qi is better than Mr. Zhu!"
Liu Qingshui's face was a little ugly, but he was only slightly angry. He didn't seem to care about Mr. Zhu's victory or defeat.
Murong Fu was slightly surprised: "It seems that Liu Qingshui has some trump cards."
Ning Dongyue quietly followed Ning Rubing, who stood next to Liu Qingshui with her straight waist and high snow-white chest, and whispered: "Daughter, it seems that this Mr. Zhu is just used by Liu Qingshui to explore the way!"
"Using a small-scale expert to explore the path, it seems that Liu Qingshui has found a great expert this time."
Ning Rubing's fair face was cold. She just glanced at Liu Qingshui briefly and then looked away.
And her attention has always been on the smiling Huang Guangrong.
"Dad, dogs that really bite people usually don't bark. Don't be afraid of Liu Qingshui. What you need to pay attention to is Huang Guangrong."
"Oh?" Ning Dongyue frowned slightly, looked at Huang Guangrong calmly, and glanced at the people behind him.
But he was disappointed. Huang Guangrong brought young people this time, and the oldest was the young man in his thirties.
Moreover, the young man was plain-looking and wore simple casual clothes. He looked like an ordinary bodyguard.
Perhaps the only thing that stood out was the scar the size of a fingernail on his left cheek below his eyebrow.
As for the other people, they are all young people in their early twenties. Even if they are also martial arts practitioners, I am afraid they are not much better.
However, he had blind trust in his daughter's judgment. Since she said she should pay attention to Huang Guangrong, she was right.
In the ring, the two have already started fighting.
Mr. Zhu took the lead in attacking, and in a flash, he jumped to the side of Mr. Qi and struck out with a palm.
The power of the warriors in the inner realm should not be underestimated. With one palm strike, a 'whoosh' sound broke through the air.
Mr. Qi just smiled coldly and said as if giving instructions to the junior: "Although this palm has some heat, it is not strong enough."
"Watch my palm!"
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly greeted him with a palm.
The speed of his palm movement was not as fast as Mr. Zhu's, but it was more steady. Even the audience in the last row could feel the power of this palm.
Mr. Zhu was the first to bear the brunt, and was naturally the first to feel the power of Mr. Qi's palm. His face changed slightly, but it was already too late to avoid it.
boom!
The two palms collided, making a sound like a cannon.
Mr. Zhu was beaten back several steps until he hit the railing of the ring before he could stabilize his body.
But Mr. Qi stood firmly on the spot, with his palms closed, looking like a master.
"I said, I will defeat you within three moves." Mr. Qi said confidently.
Mr. Zhu's face turned red with anger. He can be killed but not humiliated. In front of so many people, he has to survive three moves even if he holds on for dear life!
"Shameless talk!"
"Come again!"
Mr. Zhu had also fought against five or six inner warriors and had rich experience in actual combat. He analyzed that he was not as strong as Mr. Qi and immediately used his advantage in speed.
He quickly circled around Mr. Qi, his movements were fast and strange, and the audience below was dazzled.
Mr. Qi just smiled coldly, took the initiative and slapped Mr. Zhu on the move.
boom!
Mr. Zhu, who was moving, still couldn't avoid Mr. Qi's attack and was knocked out again.
puff!
This time, Mr. Zhu knelt on the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood and suffered internal injuries.
Mr. Qi closed his hands and sneered: "In the face of absolute power, all your fancy things are useless!"
"I said I will defeat you within three moves. This is the second move. Are you still fighting?"
Mr. Zhu shook his head with a look of despair on his face: "My skills are inferior to others, so I admit defeat!"
Murong Fu suddenly smiled brightly and turned to look at Liu Qingshui: "Brother Liu, I accept the concession!"
Liu Qingshui also laughed: "Murong Fu, don't be complacent first, why are you following me now!"
Suddenly, he stood up and bowed behind him to salute: "Master Kun!"
A bald man in his forties who came with Liu Qingshui slowly stood up from the crowd.
This man had a ferocious look that could scare a child to tears, and there were faint ring scars on the top of his head.
Mr. Qi on the ring narrowed his eyes slightly: "A Tantra person!"
Esoteric Buddhism is a first-rate sect in the martial arts world, and people from this sect are very powerful.
Martial arts practitioners like Mr. Qi are only from a third-rate sect, and Mr. Zhu's sect is not at all top-notch.
Master Kun patted Liu Qingshui on the shoulder: "You're welcome, Mr. Liu, I'll go and beat him down."
Mr. Qi sneered: "Even if you are a major Tantric sect, I am not afraid of you!"
Master Kun grinned, did not respond, and jumped onto the ring with a tiger lunge.
Mr. Zhu snorted at Mr. Qi and walked off the stage in despair.
Master Kun crossed his arms like a glaring Vajra, pointed at Mr. Qi and shouted loudly: "I only need three moves to knock you off the ring."
Mr. Qi's old face turned red with anger. He didn't expect retribution to come so quickly.
Mr. Zhu looked excited below and felt very relieved.
"You just had a battle, do you need a rest?" Master Kun said with an arrogant look.
"No need, let me teach you the secret tricks of Tantric Buddhism!" Mr. Qi said as he finished speaking, he immediately took action and used his killer move directly.
"Gravel Palm!"
The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, and the reputation of Tantric Buddhism are all there, but Mr. Qi doesn't dare to exaggerate them like he did just now.
This gravel palm is not a martial skill. Mr. Qi's sect cannot produce martial arts at all.
However, this gravel palm is also a unique skill that Mr. Qi has practiced hard for decades, and its power is comparable to martial arts!
Mr. Qi used this gravel palm to smash a ten centimeter thick bluestone with one palm.
If it were shot on someone, it would probably end up being shattered to pieces.
Master Kun just smiled coldly and shouted: "Vajra Fist!"
He didn't make any fancy moves, and directly hit Huanglong with a long punch.
There is a faint golden light on his fist, which is the symbol of the peak of the inner realm!
