After Song Xiang finished scolding, he stopped talking about anything else and rushed forward with one step.

His internal skills are both strong and powerful, and there are no particularly superb moves, so he attacks with a frontal force.

Tang Weizhi is a serious man in the world and has very little practical experience. Such a simple attack will not work unless he crushes him in terms of skill.

At that moment, Tang Weizhi's arms were stretched and circled, making a move to "hold the incompleteness and defend the shortcomings". At the same time, the horse steps were sinking, and then he followed the "standard and self-supported". With two moves, Song Xiang's full-strength attack was completely removed and completely destroyed.

In this round of confrontation alone, in the eyes of experts, the outcome of the two is already very obvious.

On the high platform beside the ring, Ma Zhao and Zhao Tiaotiao, who were sitting on two chairs watching, immediately changed their faces.

"Brother Ma, this one I came here today will be a few times." Zhao Tiaotiao took the lead in speaking.

"Yes... Although it's not very powerful, we young master may not be able to beat others." Ma Zhao continued.

"Brother Ma, you are from Jianghu. Can you tell where this person comes from?" Zhao Tiaotiao asked again.

"Well..." Ma Zhao pondered for a few seconds and replied, "It's the Kongtong Sect's kung fu, it depends on his age... he is probably a disciple of the eighteenth or nineteenth generation."

Tang Weizhi is obviously not very famous. Perhaps after he issued his name and sect, someone would say that he had heard of it, but Ma Zhao could not recognize him just by looking and his ordinary martial arts.

Zhao Tiaotiao heard this, thought for a while, and then said, "Then do you think our young master will lose within a few moves?"

"It's hard to say..." Ma Zhao said, "The other party has not taken action at the moment. He is touching his fist path. After he has almost figured it out, he is probably within ten moves."

Just as the two of them were talking, in the distance, off the stage...

Sun Yixie asked a question similar to Zhao Tiaotiao: "Hey, Brother Huang, don't know, how many tricks can this person surnamed Song hold on?"

Although Sun Yixi's martial arts attainable knowledge is still pretty good, after all, he has watched the entire Young Heroes Association; after seeing so many masters duels, he can naturally tell who is stronger and who is weak at a glance.

"I'll just say two moves." Lei Buji's answer was really straightforward, and he even gave the correct answer. "One move is horizontal and vertical, and then another move is upward to hit his chin. After hitting him, he will definitely not get up."

"Oh~" Huang Donglai waved his hand, "Brother, you can't always use your Lei Family Fist idea to guess other people's playing style. The method you mentioned may be of reference value to people like Brother Sun, but for most people who have learned routines since childhood, it's 'wrong'." He paused and said, "In my opinion... the challenger is still testing Song Xiang at this moment. When he finishes testing, it will be almost ten moves to defeat the enemy."

"Okay! It's worthy of being Brother Huang." Sun Yixie was confident enough after hearing Huang Donglai and Lei Buji's opinions. So while saying this, he turned around and headed for an alley not far from the arena. "You wait a little bit, I'll be back soon."

"Hey? Brother, this is a wonderful fight. Where are you going?" Lei Buji didn't understand yet.

Huang Donglai had seen through it long ago: "It's okay, it's okay." He patted Buji's shoulder, "Brother Sun went there to be betting."

Obviously, before Sun and Huang walked to the edge of this ring, they had already discovered people who were opening gambling nearby... After all, they had done similar things before, and they knew that if there was such an open fight, there would be one that would be opening.

Of course, the opening of the market was not as loud as they did and the on-site commentary was that the cat was quietly operating in an inconspicuous alley; and the people who opened the market here had already been angry with Ma Zhao and Zhao Tiaotiao in advance. Half of the net income after the closing of the market every day should be respected to those two, otherwise they would not dare to use the Song family’s young master’s arena as the market.

"Haha, I'll do it!" Soon, Sun Yixie came back with a light pace.

Huang Dong looked at him and said, "Have you bought it?"

"Ah." Sun Yixie nodded, raised his hands, and made a "ten" gesture with his two index fingers, "Ten liang, the challenger will win."

"Why is it only ten taels?" Huang Donglai raised his eyebrows and said, "As far as I say, it's all in."

"Nonsense, do they dare to accept it after I've all in?" Sun Yixie said, "I just went over and saw that most of the bets are made of copper coins, and occasionally there are one or two taels. This is a big player... In this kind of small market quotations, they are still fixed odds (in ancient times, gambling basically used fixed odds, because the odds of the lottery take a lot of time to count and calculate) system. If I pay a few hundred taels, the other party may not dare to accept it. You still ask me to all in? Then the other party can't pay it, will you be responsible for helping me collect the debt?"

"Okay, I'll help you get it." Huang Donglai joked, "Anyway, there is no good person in this group of gambling. Let's take advantage of this wave and squeeze them out. After the matter is done... Brother Sun, you will pay back the money as much as possible. We will share the amount with the people who lost money. This is also considered robbing the rich and helping the poor."

"Ha..." Sun Yixie knew that Huang Donglai was joking with him again, so he laughed, "The surname is Huang, first of all... we have also opened the market. Your first sentence "No good person" will curse yourself first; secondly, those 'people who lost money' are just a group of gamblers? They deserve it if they lose; thirdly... I'm busy and have to pay the capital, so you let me get 30%?"

Huang Donglai curled his lips: "Thirty percent belongs to others."

Sun Yixie smiled: "Oh, that's what you can consider."

Lei Buji has become accustomed to the various shameless remarks and slanderous words of these two people. He can roughly tell when Sun and Huang were joking. For example, at the moment, they are obviously just "talking" and actually they won't do that.

In addition, in terms of time, they are not allowed to do this...

Because at this time, Tang Weizhi had finished his temptation and began to fight back.

The "Golden Ring Palm" of Kongtong Sect is known for its defensive counterattacks, and seeks victory in a steady manner. When you practice to the extreme, the rings that are combined with the palms are not only impeccable, but also invincible. Even if you attack with weapons, you will still be easily pinched off by the palm power.

Of course, Tang Weizhi's golden ring palm has not reached that level yet, and even his master's palm power has not reached there, it is still more than enough to defend against attacks like Song Xiang.

After pursuing more than twenty moves in a row, Tang Weizhi basically emptied Song Xiang's foundation. At this moment, Song Xiang was already using repeated moves to attack, and his breath was a little disordered, and it seemed that there were physical problems.

Tang Weizhi felt that it was almost done here. Next, he went up and pushed the Song man off the ring in three moves, and that was done.

Even though Song Xiang scolded Tang Weizhi at the beginning, the latter did not intend to make Song Xiang lose ugly, because Tang Weizhi was not stupid either... Before he got on the ring, he had noticed that there were experts like Ma Zhao and Zhao Tiaotiao on the side of the stage. He knew very well that if he really beat Song Xiang very badly, the other party would be so angry that he would be furious that he would not be able to get any advantage.

Furthermore, Tang Weizhi was once a great disciple in a well-known sect. Although he had accidentally killed the common people, the dead guy was a scoundrel who was responsible for collecting debts in a casino. He was the one who kept irritating and insulting Tang Weizhi in words, so he succeeded in his desperation. Therefore, now you want Tang Weizhi to give all his strength to Song Xiang on the ring, and he is also a little psychologically resistant.

After making up his mind, Tang Weizhi followed the trend and used a move to "open the net" as bait, selling a flaw, retreating several steps in a row, luring the enemy to attack.

Song Xiang was indeed deceived. He thought that his continuous attack had finally worked. He immediately raised a breath of Dantian Qi, chased him step by step, and opened his fists on both sides, using a move to "Hang a Book of the Cow's Horn", trying to use his waist to take advantage of the momentum to push Tang Weizhi down the ring.

To be honest, this arena has been fighting for more than fifty days, and no challenger has stepped down after being beaten and bruised.

But today Song Xiang also saw that the opponent was difficult to deal with, and he was afraid that it would be unlikely that he would beat him like that, so he could only give up the idea of ​​torture and beat the opponent and ask for victory first.

When Tang Weizhi saw his opponent take the hook, he smiled in his heart, used his power in his palm, and prepared to hold Song Xiang on his belly and overturn him off the ring.

Unexpectedly, between the lightning and fire, two hidden forces suddenly broke through the wind from the slant, and accurately hit the "Qimen" and "Zhangmen" under Tang Wei's ribs.

For a moment, Tang Weizhi felt that his liver and spleen were shocked, and his qi was stagnant and blood was stagnant. The internal force that had been transported to halfway was unable to be used and could not be taken back. He was reversely cut and hedged in the meridians, almost letting him spit out a mouthful of blood.

It was also at this moment that Song Xiang's offensive came.

Tang Weizhi had no choice but to change it again, so he could only use his body to block it. As a result, he was unable to take it off and was knocked off the stage and fell to the sky with four legs.

"good!"

The next second sound was naturally not called by the common people, but by the head of the fury of the servants of the Song Mansion.

Under these guys' fierce and terrifying eyes, the audience in the audience also gave some scattered applause helplessly and applauded with them.

"Hmph, boy, do you know your Grandpa Song is so powerful?" When Song Xiang, who was standing on the edge of the ring, saw that he had won, he immediately became arrogant again. He spitted and verbally yelled at Tang Weizhi in the audience, "A turtle turtle like you, who can only be beaten and not fight back, and he still wants to come and get the silver reward of my master? Bah! Come and be a sandbag for me, I can see!"

But at this time, Tang Weizhi, who had stood up again, didn't even look at him, but instead glared at Zhao Tiaoteng beside Taiwan fiercely.

Based on the position he was just standing and the angle of being hit, Tang Weizhi could easily confirm that Zhao Tiaoteng was the one who plotted against him. His glaring was like accusing him of being accused of the army.

But Zhao Tiaotiao looked at him without fear or shame, his eyes very cold.

After looking at each other silently for a few seconds, Zhao Tiaoqi finally sighed, glanced at Song Xiang with his eyes, then looked at Tang Weizhi again, and shook his head slightly.

Tang Weizhi thought about what he meant for a while and then understood - "You'd better not win."

To put it further, it is: If you really win today, I am afraid that the follow-up will not be the one who fell off the stage or was scolded.

"Hey! Are you talking to you? Why can't you even let go of a fart? You're dumb?" On the other hand, Song Xiang on the stage became more and more angry and had no intention of stopping.

As the saying goes, people have to bow their heads under the short eaves.

Tang Weizhi also understood that in this world, if you have no money, power and backing, it is not so easy to make some money with your ability.

"Mr. Song is very skilled in martial arts. I admire him and say goodbye." He didn't want to talk too much to the person named Song, so he clasped his fists and turned his head and left.

"Ha! Why are you pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? Get out of here!" Fortunately, Song Xiang was in a good mood at this time and had no intention of making things difficult for the other party further, so he let the other party go.

However, just as everyone thought the matter came to an end, a novel scream suddenly broke out in the crowd.

"Mom!"

I know who is getting angry.

Then why did Brother Sun shout after so long?

It's very simple, because after Sun Yixie complained that Huang Donglai's prediction was "poisonous milk", in order to prove that he was not, Huang Donglai told him how Tang Weizhi lost just now.

Sun Yixi became angry when he heard this, and thought to himself that this man named Song turned out to win by cheating on the sidelines. The key is... If you win, you win, and it will make me lose money. That won't work.

Brother Sun is like this. He doesn't feel sorry for spending money in places where he should spend: for example, killing Zhu Xiaowan in a black store costs him 200 taels without blinking; for example, when he was visiting the kiln to investigate information, he threw a ingot of gold down without doing anything, and he was happy... But if you let him lose something in places where he shouldn't spend it, even a few copper coins or a salted fish, he will have to worry about you.

"Well? Who is shouting and scolding in the audience? Could it be that I am not convinced when I win?" Song Xiang was not deaf, and his voice started to sound, coupled with Sun Yixi's slightly sharp voice, which sounded very thrilling.

Song Xiang's roar was so good. Sun Yixie, Huang Donglai and Lei Buji's people scattered and retreated to seven or eight meters away from them, and directly hung out the three of them.

Now they can't admit it or not.

Seeing this, Sun Yixie simply took two steps forward, raised his head and said to Song Xiang on the stage: "I just scolded me, I just don't accept it, how about it?"

"Hey!" Song Xiang looked up and down, and chuckled without a smile, "Hehe, where did you come from the stinky boy who is still not dry? Do you want to go on stage to die?"

"Ha!" Sun Yixie also laughed, laughing louder than the other party, "Is this a small 100 tael worthy of my expensive feet? You bitch have been a bitch on it for more than fifty days, and you want to trick me into death by you? I...uh--"

He seemed to think that spitting with a "puff" was not enough to express his disdain, so he vomited...

Yes, you read that right. In order to insult the other party, Sun Yixie immediately reached out to sniff his throat and spit out his lunch on the street.

Song Xiangdu was so stupid that the servants of the Song Mansion were stunned on the spot, not knowing what to react.

You know, Song Xiang has never been scolded in front of others in this life, in public, in such aggressive words and body language.

Because he was too shocked, he was not angry immediately, but was stunned.
Chapter completed!