Chapter 282 Ask for Advice

On the martial arts arena, the competition has just begun.

Dongfang Qi from Dongfang Martial Arts used his bare hands to deal with Hua Meng from the Golden Knife Society, and the latter used a saber.

The strength of the two is considered to be at the middle level among the younger generation, and they are both in the late third stage, belonging to neither high nor low level.

Although he has not reached the middle level, he is also a leader in the lower level.

Among the younger generation, those who can break through the bottleneck and reach the middle level before the age of 25 are all geniuses, and it is obviously difficult for major martial arts gyms to recruit good seedlings.

After all, the North and South schools are so famous, if they are confident in their qualifications, who would join the martial arts school, and who would not want to join the North and South schools.

In terms of resources, the martial arts school is no match for the North and South schools.

This is also why Xuan Wu'e only used a little lure to induce the major martial arts halls and forces to form an alliance.

Because the major forces in the south are not like being suppressed by the magic capital Wuda, after forming an alliance, not only the strength and background will increase, but also the right to speak.

Only by increasing the right to speak, the Martial Arts Alliance can gain more benefits in the hands of the Martial Arts University and the Martial Artists Association.

The topic is far away, and the situation of the two people fighting in the field has also changed.

As a young generation of the Dongfang Martial Arts School, Dongfang Qi is also a disciple of the Dongfang Family. This boxing style is really exquisite.

But unfortunately, his opponent brought a guy, and the sword skills of the Golden Knife Society are not fancy.

After the two fought for more than a hundred moves, Hua Meng stood on Dongfang's shoulder with a single knife, leaving a bloodstain.

"Admit it!" The two were so careful, after Hua Meng succeeded in one blow, he didn't continue to make moves.

"Admit it!" Dongfang Yan covered his right shoulder, arched his hands slightly, and immediately stepped back.

"Hua Meng, step back and rest!" Just after Dongfang Qi left the field, the president of the Golden Knife Society also waved his hand.

After all, Hua Meng fought a hundred moves with others, and he was slightly out of breath.

Hearing this, he naturally wouldn't try to be brave, and immediately left the martial arts arena, leaving the venue for the next group.

As the field clears,

A young man holding an iron gun flew out of the iron gun, rushed into the venue and danced a gun flower.

"At the Iron Spear Club Yu Ju, I don't know which master came to teach me!"

"Flying Leg Sect Wu Quan, come to meet you!"

Immediately, a young man wearing iron boots rushed out of the flying kick gate, rushed forward several times, and charged at the opponent.

For a moment, the two danced their guns and kicked their legs, fighting together.

In the surrounding spectator stands, the atmosphere was also mobilized. From time to time, there would be bursts of applause, but some big shots squinted their eyes and did not pay close attention to the competition in the field.

For them, it is really meaningless to compete with a group of low-level warriors, unless their own disciples appear, otherwise there is no need to waste this energy.

If it is a young man who has reached the fourth level, it will be worth seeing.

As for Baquanmen, Fang Tieshou looked at the two contestants in the arena and waved to the one behind him.

"Tao Jie, after you come out later, go to challenge the Demon Capital Martial Arts University, and make sure to let them play. As for the outcome, it must be impossible to lose with your means!"

"Don't worry, my lord, this subordinate knows what to do!" The man who was called out nodded and bowed to accept the order.

But what's strange is that the respectful title he used to address Fang Tieshou was not the master of the sect, but "Master", and the disciples of the Baquan sect around him were no strangers to it, which is very strange.

The two in the competition finally decided the winner. The two fought for nearly one hundred and twenty moves. In the end, Yu Ju relied on the advantage of the iron spear being one inch long and one inch strong, and defeated Wu Quan with difficulty.

After the two left the arena, just as the young people from the major forces were about to take the stage, an older man from the Baquan Sect rushed up to the martial arts stage before them.

"I'm Tao Jie of Xiaba Boxing School. I want to learn about the methods of Wuhan University in the capital city. I don't know which master in your school is willing to give me your face!"

The person who came was Tao Jie, a fourth-rank warrior of Baquan Sect.

Although the strength is at the early stage of the fourth level, it can be regarded as one of the few young masters who have broken through the middle level among the forces present.

But this Tao Jie is actually twenty-seven or eighteen years old, not a young man of the same generation as Lei Yi and others.

But after all, the power of the martial arts school is not a university, there is no grade distinction, around 25 years old, a little higher and a little lower are actually in the category of young people.

When some young disciples saw Tao Jie appearing on the stage, they all backed away, not daring to leave the stage.

Moreover, Tao Jie named Wu Da to challenge the magic capital, so they could watch the battle from the sidelines with the intention of watching a show.

"President Lin, what should we do? Should we fight?" Ma Ge asked after thinking about it as a senior.

"Hmph, of course I'm going to fight. How can a mere fourth-order early stage block us!" Lin Ruonan sneered, but he wasn't afraid.

"Lei Yi, it's time for you to play!"

Lei Yi: "???"

"What are you doing in a daze, get rid of him quickly!" Lin Ruonan shook his head, signaling someone to go up with his eyes.

When Lei Yi saw Bai Lisa and Ingrid looking at him, he stood up helplessly.

"To put it bluntly, I ended up on stage, are you sure it's not public revenge?" After he complained, he could only go on stage under the gaze of everyone.

Reluctantly, Lei Yi still stood in front of Tao Jie.

Following the example of others, he cupped his hands towards each other, "Brother Tao, please enlighten me!"

"It's easy to say, easy to say!" The latter showed a fake smile and replied.

Tao Jie watched Lei Yi get ready, a sternness flashed across his brows, and two silver lights appeared on the sleeves of his hands.

"Sharp blade!" Lei Yi seemed to have sensed something, and glanced at one of Tao Jie's sleeves, only to find that there was a hidden hand in the middle of the clothes.

He understood that Tao Jie seemed to be planning to use insidious means to win him.

After the two sides greeted each other, Tao Jie took the lead.

He sprinted towards Lei Yi, and his first move was a powerful cannon punch.

Tao Jie stood still, with gang energy lingering all over his body, and then concentrated on his right fist, punching out with one punch.

But when his fist hit, Lei Yi made a low sound, his head brushed against the opponent's fist, and he stabbed straight with one hand, hitting a mark.

His finger pierced Tao Jie's armpit, part of the strength was dissipated by the opponent's right fist wrapped around his fist, but he still hit an acupuncture point on the opponent's armpit.

"Die to me!" Seeing this, Tao Jie instinctively wanted to withdraw his right fist, but after feeling that his entire right arm lost consciousness for a short time, he quickly swung his left hand to attack.

And his face showed a sinister and vicious color, and a silver light was shining inside the sleeve of his right hand.

But when his hand was waving, it was caught by Lei Yi's stabbing right hand, and then the two became deadlocked.

"Brother Tao, I originally thought that your Baquan Sect is a school that specializes in fist kung fu. Why did you come to use heresy?" Lei Yi squeezed Tao Jie's left hand and said with a smile.

"Damn it, don't let me go!" Seeing that he was easily captured by Lei Yi, Tao Jie threatened with a vicious expression on his face.

But how could Lei Yi let him get what he wanted? His left hand instantly penetrated into the opponent's sleeve, grabbed a sharp semi-circular blade, then squeezed the blade, and slashed towards the opponent.

"No, don't!" Seeing this, Tao Jie had a flash of fear in his eyes, as if he had a huge fear of this blade.

But Lei Yi shot very quickly, the blade cut across the opponent's neck, leaving a thin bloodstain.

Then he let go of his hand, causing Tao Jie to stumble back a few steps, and finally clutched his neck in fear.

"You..." The corners of Tao Jie's mouth twitched. After saying this word, he vomited black blood and fell straight down.

"Well, is this blade quenched with poison?" Lei Yi looked at the fallen Tao Jie, then put the blade in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

Tao Jie's death caused an uproar at the scene.

"Master Fang, could you please explain why there are poisoned hidden weapons hidden in the sleeves of the disciples of the noble family? This is a competition. Is the noble family planning to kill people?" Asked with fuel on the fire.

As soon as this remark came out, the other forces around all focused their attention on Fang Tieshou, waiting for the answer.

After all, the few people in the previous competition, regardless of the recruiting style during the fight, but after the winner was decided, both sides paid attention to the point, and did not hurt the harmony.

As for the disciples of the Baquan Sect, there is a poisonous hidden weapon hidden in the sleeve. This is not for killing people. What is it for? Is it an ornament?

"Tao Jie, how could this bastard do such a thing!"

Seeing that everyone was waiting for his answer, Fang Tieshou quickly exonerated himself and said, "Everyone, in fact, Fang didn't know that Tao Jie was wearing a hidden weapon for poisoning. It was his personal style. Although I As the master of the Baquan Sect, it is impossible to restrain every disciple, even controlling their clothes, right?"

"Hehe!" Hearing this explanation, Lin Ruonan let out a sneer like sarcasm, and did not control his voice at all, so that everyone present could hear it.

Seeing Fang Tieshou like this, the other forces didn't say anything, but they were equally contemptuous in their hearts.

The other party made it clear that they wanted to disassociate themselves from Tao Jie, and put the blame on the dead Tao Jie. Anyway, everyone is dead, so what else can you do.

Lin Ruonan winked at Lei Yi who was on the stage, then made a "continue" gesture, and pointed in the direction of Baquanmen.

Lei Yi shrugged and shook his head, and quickly responded with an "inappropriate" expression.

Seeing this, Lin Ruonan showed a trace of anger, opened his mouth, and made a silent mouth shape.

"Continue for my old lady, or I will kill you!"

Lei Yi understood that Lin Ruonan's mouth was saying these ten words.

He could only cough, then walked to the center of Baquanmen's martial arts arena, and cupped his hands in the direction of Baquanmen.

"I heard that the Baquan Sect is good at boxing, but under the master of the Fang Sect, there is someone like Brother Tao who hides poisonous hidden weapons. I don't know if the Baquan Sect is just trying to gain fame, or the Fang Sect's supervisor is incompetent, Lei thought. Ask for an explanation!"

His implication is also very simple, you have made a dirty trick at Baquanmen, Fang Tieshou and you can't get rid of it, at least you will be guilty of incompetent discipline.

Now I ask you Baquanmen for advice, aren't you good at boxing, come and beat me with boxing!

Such provocative words, not to mention Baquanmen, even the other families couldn't bear it, and they opened their mouths one after another, asking Baquanmen to send someone to teach this arrogant kid a lesson.