At this moment, the Indian master standing on the stage was already absent-minded. He looked around and wanted to find the person who had just released a hidden weapon to sneak attack him. However, after scanning the circle, he did not find anything unusual. There were too many people under the stands. The hidden weapon that the man had just shot was silent, and it was probably only he could feel it.
Another person jumped up and reported to his home. The Indian master was no longer listening. His heart was completely disrupted by the hidden weapon that suddenly came just now. His eyes seemed a little panicked. Even Mr. Chen, who was sitting in the audience watching the fun, saw that something was wrong with the Indian San, but he didn't know why, and he didn't realize that he was confused.
This time the ring came to the ring was a master who practiced Erlang boxing, and a master who had advanced three times in a row on the small ring. He greeted him directly and rushed towards the Indian master.
The Indian master was already a little confused and his temper became a little irritable. He did not focus on the Erlang Fist master who jumped up. He was accidentally punched three times in a row, and was beaten step by step because he was always guarding against the mysterious man's sudden hidden weapon.
Seeing that the Indian master was beaten backwards repeatedly, Master Chen, who was sitting in the audience, his face darkened. He suddenly slapped the seats and said angrily: "Singer, how did you fight?"
This loud shout pulled the Indian master back from his lost state. He glanced at Master Chen below the stage, immediately focused his attention, and fought with the Erlang Fist master in front of him.
Although this master of Erlang Fist is very skillful, it is really worse than that of Ma Zihang, the master of Bagua Fist who came up just now. When the Indian master retracted his mind, his strength suddenly increased greatly. After passing seven or eight moves, he suddenly wrapped the master of Erlang Fist around his neck, and then twisted his hands around his neck. But with a "click" sound, the neck of the master who practiced Erlang Fist was twisted at that time.
The people in the audience sighed for a while, and the body of the Erlang boxing master was directly thrown off the stage by the Indian master and died.
This time, Ge Yu did not take action again. If Ma Zihang took action for national justice last time, then the master of Erlangquan was seeking death. He knew that he could not do anything and wanted to win the lead by chance, then he could not blame the other party for being ruthless.
Seeing that the Indian master won the unusual competition again, Master Chen laughed happily, and he must have won a lot of money again.
And those masters who were eager to go on stage and plan to compete, seeing that the one who died so miserably just now, most of them gave up the idea of ​​sending death.
You can make money again when you lose money, but you will have nothing if you lose money.
In fact, the Indian master didn't want to continue fighting anymore. He decided the winner as soon as possible so as to leave here, because he already felt that a huge sense of crisis was covering him.
So he took the other party's life in an instant, causing the people who were coveting the top leaders to give up, took the ten million and left here as soon as possible.
Although this attack is powerful enough, how can the land of China allow a Gentile to become the leader? Leaving here with a swagger, there are still a few who are not afraid of death and jump onto the ring to fight the Indian master to the death.
The next battle looked a bit bloody.
After the Erlang boxing master, three people came up in a row, all of whom were killed by the Indian master with very tragic means. They either broke their necks, shattered their internal organs, or their bones were broken, and they were thrown off the stage, and there was no hope of being rescued.
Four people were killed by the Indian master in a row, one of which died fiercely than the other. In addition, Jiang Haixiao, who had broken bones all over his body before, did not lose at once, which was really a brutal comparison.
When the last person was beaten to death by the Indian master and left behind the ring, the host's legs trembled when he climbed onto the ring, for fear that the person would be unhappy and beat him to death.
Then, the host stood on the stage and shouted three times. Has anyone come up to fight? He was holding a gong in his hand. This gong beat three times. If no one comes out to fight, this Indian master will be the leader tonight and win the prize of ten million.
"Bang!" A gong was lingering in the hall, and the first gong had already sounded.
Then the second sound rang, and no one responded to the entire venue.
Just as the host was about to ring the third stroke, a loud voice suddenly sounded from a corner.
"Wait a minute..."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked, and their eyes looked at the source of the sound.
Several spotlights hit the man, but he saw an old man in his seventies with gray hair, his hands on his back, and walked slowly towards the direction of the ring in all directions.
This person is Hu Jinyang, the peerless master invited by the Guan family, the second largest family in Jiangcheng City.
When Hu Jinyang stood up, Guan Tianlang, Guan Yunhao and others who were sitting not far away were excitedly rubbing their hands. As the abbot of the battle, the father and son made a big profit with the guidance of the two masters Hu Jinyang and Mr. Yan. This time, seeing the top leader lose his reputation, Hu Jinyang finally got up and decided to defeat the Indian master and win the top leader.
This battle was the first battle after he practiced hard in the mountains for 30 years, and it was also the battle in which he made Hu Jinyang famous all over the world.
As long as the Indian San was defeated, after that, Hu Jinyang's famous general spread throughout China, everyone knew it.
Hu Jinyang was also a little excited at this moment. Thirty years have passed, and today is the day to witness his achievements in thirty years...
"Old Hu, come on, you will definitely win!" Guan Tianhao clapped his hands excitedly and laughed wildly.
At this time, from behind Mr. Tan, a pair of casual eyes looked at Hu Jinyang and the people behind him, and finally found the target he had been looking for.
These people were hiding very deeply, and they actually hid in an inconspicuous corner, making money in silence.
When Ge Yu's eyes fell on the white-haired old man, he couldn't help but nodded secretly. Yes, he is indeed a master. Judging from his walking posture, he was a peerless master who had broken through the peak of internal martial arts. He was probably close to the realm of returning to nature.
Chapter completed!