At the bow of the boat, the fat boss sitting on the rattan chair narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Yun behind Du Yuan, with a deep doubt flashing in his eyes. According to his own understanding, Xiao Yun seems to be unable to do martial arts. What did he do? Could it be that there is no one among the guards?

Then he shook his head again, it was obviously impossible. He couldn't help but look at the old man with a dark face.

The old man with a dark face obviously noticed Xiao Yun. The moment he saw Xiao Yun appear, his eyes shrank, and a light flashed slightly in his eyes, and he returned to calm in an instant. Seeing the fat boss looking at him, he frowned, shook his head slightly, and signaled that he didn't know.

The fat boss and the old man with a slut face sat in me again, staring at the field again.

Xiao Yun was wearing a somewhat worn black brocade dress at this time, the one that Du Yuan changed yesterday. She was a little wide on him, which looked a little funny due to his thin figure. In fact, Xiao Yun's body was not too thin, but the strong men like Du Yuan were too majestic.

Xiao Yun knew his body very well. When his soul had just occupied this body, his body was truly thin and weak. After half a year of recuperation and re-practice of martial arts, especially after a month of test of mountain stream torrents, his muscles had already bulged.

However, although the black robe was a little wide, it could not hide his delicate and elegant charm. His clothes were fluttering, standing among the few people, naturally exuding a gentle temperament.

The noise outside the venue quickly calmed down. The atmosphere in the venue was in vain.

The mighty middle-aged man glared at his cow's eyes, glanced at Du Yuan and the others contemptuously, and finally fell on Xiao Yun and sneered: "Hehe, Du Yuan, is there no one there?"

"Hmph, Xiong Hun, don't underestimate others!" Du Yuan ignored the sarcasm of the mighty middle-aged man and only gave him a look.

"Du Yuan, I forgot the lesson from last time so quickly, hehe! But this time you want to donate some money to me, I am still very happy...hehehe!" Xiong Hun seemed to remember something, and looked at the group of guards behind Du Yuan and sneered.

"I admit that you are very strong, but who will lose this time may not necessarily be the case!" Du Yuan stood in front of him and walked into the middle of the field. His face was calm, and he was calm while walking. His eyes swept over Xiong Hun and others, and said in a deep voice: "Who of you comes first!"

Xiong Hun looked at the people around him, glanced at Du Yuan again, smiled coldly, and walked out proudly.

The two looked at each other. "Ching-Ching-Ching-Ching-" the moment they drew their swords, a faint power came out from them. The atmosphere on the field became solemn and suddenly became tense.

Many guards, the guards were wide open and stared at the two without blinking. For them, being able to see the showdown between the strong will benefit them for life. Although, in the eyes of some people, they cannot be considered strong at all. However, it is still enough for them.

A gust of sea breeze blew, with a faint smell of sea. It blew past everyone, and everyone's hair was flying in the field for a moment.

Xiong Hun's eyes condensed, and his aura suddenly rose. He jumped violently, and his body shot straight out like an arrow from the string. With a wave of his right hand, a blade light shone down at Du Yuan.

Facing the rapid sword light, Du Yuan was as deep as water, and he calmly lifted the sword to meet him. He saw a wave of afterimages dancing from left to right on the left and right. The sword light shot from the opposite side was inserted into the afterimage. A crisp "ding" sounded, and the lingering sound was endless and lingering.

In an instant, the two people in the field were still separated, but they exchanged positions.

Du Yuan's face was heavy. After a test, he clearly felt that Xiong Hun's internal strength had entered the country compared to the previous time. In this case, it would be difficult for him to win. However, he must not lose in this game. If he loses, no one will be able to defeat Xiong Hun. Moreover, this decisive battle is not only his own business, but also related to the glory of everyone. If he loses, then everyone will be in trouble together.

His face turned cold, and his aura was calm. He shouted loudly and attacked first. The waist knife in his hand slashed towards Xiong Hun's left chest, as fast as lightning, and drew a knife light. He shot towards Xiong Hun. Near forward, Du Yuan raised his left foot and kicked Xiong Hun's left rib in the air.

Xiong Hun was not willing to be outdone, and waved his right hand and a slash of sword lights. The moment the two swords collided, his body turned and easily avoided Du Yuan's attack. He was about to fight back, but Du Yuan's left foot actually slammed into the attack and came like a shadow.

Xiong Hun's eyes shrank. His retreat route was actually calculated by Du Yuan!

In desperation, Xiong Hun leaned back and used an iron bridge. He was very embarrassed and even avoided Du Yuan's kick. Xiong Hun stood still again, but his face turned pale and his heart was extremely angry. So he stopped talking nonsense, and he rushed to the moon with a meteor, and a sword light flashed and shot towards Du Yuan.

For a moment, the two danced again. Like a strong wind in the sky, the roar continued to come from the place of war.

The two sides shouted loudly from the ground. The sound of weapons colliding, and the shouts mixed up above the giant ship. Occasionally, seabirds flew near and smelled the noise here, and immediately flew away.

Xiao Yun concentrated on his mind and stared at the two of them fighting.

He could see that the mighty man named Xiong Hun is not weaker than Du Yuan. It is very difficult for Du Yuan to win. But this is not what Xiao Yun is most worried about. He is most afraid of the other party to take advantage of tricks. Du Yuan knows the other party's strength, and of course the other party also knows Du Yuan's strength. Since he knows that Xiong Hun is also difficult to win, why are he still so relieved to compete with Du Yuan?

If the other party wants a stern competition, Xiao Yun is the first to believe it. After all, not everyone is as upright as Du Yuan. Xiong Hun has the support of that old man in the face. If that guy is doing something, then Du Yuan will not be able to win!

He originally planned that if Du Yuan could win, he would not have to play again. But now it seems that he has some extravagance.

The sun gradually became more and more rays of golden light were sprinkled freely. The temperature of the air gradually heated up.

At this time, the two people on the field quickly intersected back and forth, and waved their hands, and shot out a sword light from time to time. The sound of jingling and loud shouts turned into a circle.

Off the field, except for the old man with a yin-faced face, Xiao Yun and a few others, no one could see clearly how the two of them made a move.

In a blink of an eye, a hundred moves have passed.

Just when everyone thought they would continue to compete, they heard two "clang-puff-" sounds, and the two of them suddenly separated and stood opposite each other.

Everyone's eyes immediately stared at the venue. When everyone saw the situation in the venue, they were shocked. Du Yuan was dressed in a ragged blue guard suit, and a piece of blood-red sprinkled in front of his shoulders; Xiong Hun's chest was cut by a sharp knife, and strangely, no blood was flowing out.

Xiao Yun looked at the condition of the two and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Just when he found out that something was wrong, Du Yuan looked up, stared at Xiong Hun with both eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect... you actually wear golden silk armor!"

"Golden Wire Armor!"

When everyone in the field heard Du Yuan's words, they were immediately in an uproar.

Golden silk armor is made of rare materials such as black silk, meteorite, and star sand. According to legend, it is impossible to wear it and you can be invulnerable to swords and guns! However, because the materials are difficult to find and the financial resources are very expensive, there are not many pieces in the world. Generally, only some major sects occasionally have one or two pieces.

However, I never expected that the golden silk armor would appear here!

Xiao Yun was stunned. After Daqiang, who looked angry, explained to him, he realized how precious the golden silk armor was. At this moment, he finally knew something was wrong. He was still wondering just now, why was there no blood on Xiong Hun's cut hole? It turned out that he was wearing golden silk armor!

Legend has it that as long as you wear golden silk armor, second-rate warriors can compete with first-rate warriors.

"Despicable, *** is so despicable!" Xiao Yun never thought that the other party would be so shameless.

The guards behind them also shouted and cursed, asking for punishment from Xiong Hun. However, their scolding was suppressed by the fat boss' words.

The fat boss stood up with his fat body and shouted like a duck's voice: "Silent! This competition is only about the outcome, and the protective armor and stomach she carries is not limited! The competition will begin."

After saying that, he ignored the gauntlet gaze below and sat down trembling. When he sat down, his small eyes looked at the old man with a slight face intentionally or unintentionally, and said in a low voice: "I remember Mr. Chen had a piece of golden silk armor, but I didn't expect that Junior Brother Ling also had this one."

The old man with a dark face looked at his eyes and smiled and said proudly: "Haha, Boss Sun praised me. I gave my golden silk armor to my junior brother some time ago. Haha, I would like to thank Boss Sun just now. I have received this love husband."

The fat boss's eyes lit up and he understood it. As long as he inherited the love of the old man with a yin-faced face, he would not say anything just now. He looked at each other with the old man with a yin-faced face and everything was left unspeakable.

Xiao Yun on the sidelines had a gloomy face!

The sounds in the field were noisy, and the fat boss and the old man with a yin-faced face thought that their conversation would not be heard by others. Most people could not hear it, but Xiao Yun was not an ordinary person. Even the old man with a yin-faced face would not have thought about what kind of master the "mind" who was inconspicuous in his eyes would be!

Since practicing "The Practice of the Gods", Xiao Yun's facial features have undergone a complete change. Even if his mental power is not overflowing, the movements within a radius of ten feet cannot escape his ears and ears. He heard the conversation between the fat boss and the old man with a yin-faced face.

Generally speaking, if the internal energy cultivation reaches Xiao Yun's level, it is impossible to have such good hearing. However, Xiao Yun has a magic trick like "The God Cultivation Decision" that cultivates mental power. As his mental power continues to increase, his spiritual sense has also improved. Now his facial features have become very sharp!

Looking at the fat boss with a smile on his face and the old man with a yin-faced face, Xiao Yun felt anger in his heart, but now he couldn't get angry and endured it. Because it was not yet time to take revenge, there was a strong and constant-level warrior like the old man with a yin-faced face, and he asked himself how he couldn't get any advantage.

Originally, he planned to teach the other party a little lesson and defeat them. Now it seems that he is still too kind!

In the field, Du Yuan wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his torn clothes danced with the wind, and the pain on his shoulder aroused his anger. He raised his head and stared at Xiong Hun, his eyes emitting a firm light.

"Brother Xiong Hun, let's continue." Du Yuan's voice floated out, looking extremely calm.
Chapter completed!