Alienated Martial Arts

With Huang Jiaoyun's support, Tan Pan slowly walked outside Meiyuan.

Wei Tao drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, stood up and followed.

"Miss Bai just said that the competition between the Red Line Sect and the Iron Legs Sect is not over yet, and you can't leave now."

Just when he was about to step out of the gate of Meiyuan, a voice suddenly sounded.

He stopped Wei Tao who was a few steps behind.

Tan Pan, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and turned around to glare.

After seeing the speaker clearly, his expression changed and he said softly, "Master Mingyi, the competition between our sect and the Iron Legs Sect has ended."

"This is Meiyuan in the inner city. Are you teaching me, Zhou Mingyi, how to do things?"

Zhou Mingyi smiled and pointed at Wei Tao, "Your martial arts competition is over, but what we just talked about was a competition between two martial arts schools, so naturally it's not over yet."

Tan Pan took a deep breath, tried his best to squeeze out a smile and said, "That's my junior brother. He has only been in the profession for a few months and has not yet broken through the skin-forging level. Please forgive me, Mr. Zhou."

Suddenly, another voice sounded from behind, with a bit of disdain, "I, Chen Chengyuan of the Iron Leg Sect, this friend of the Red Line Sect, why don't you even have the courage to play?"

Tan Pan suppressed his anger and said word by word, "Chen Chengyuan, you are already at the level of muscle training, but you insist on fighting with a newcomer. Is this the martial ethics of your Iron Leg Sect?"

Wei Tao never spoke.

Once again, he felt like he was being watched.

It seemed to be coming from the direction of the main table.

It was as if there was a slippery, cold snake that kept sliding around on his back.

Chen Chengyuan's joking laughter rang out again, "Since he is a skin-forged person, I won't take advantage of him. I will also control my blood pressure to the skin-forged level."

"If you are still scared, kneel down and kowtow to me now and beg me to spare you. Maybe I will show mercy and spare your life."

"Since Senior Brother Chen insists on fighting, let's just have a fight."

An anxious flame suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and an inexplicable smile slowly appeared on Wei Tao's face.

He didn't even take off his coat, and walked towards the venue step by step.

Zhou Mingyi laughed and returned to his seat, "Everyone, please be patient. The next competition is about to begin."

"The iron-legged faction Chen Chengyuan faced off against the red-line goalkeeper Tao!"

In the center of the small square, two figures stood facing each other.

Chen Chengyuan is nearly two meters tall, with muscles all over his body, especially his lower legs, which are swollen and even look uncoordinated.

Wei Tao had an expressionless face, staring at the strong man who was half a head taller than him a few steps away, and slowly made a red line fist stance.

Stab!

Pulling off his shirt, Chen Chengyuan was left with only a close-fitting short-sleeved shirt, not caring about the biting cold wind blowing by.

He lowered his head and stared into Wei Tao's eyes, grinning with a ferocious smile.

"To meet me here today can only be said to be your misfortune."

Chen Chengyuan took a step forward and said with a ferocious smile in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Don't blame me. I can only blame you for provoking someone you shouldn't offend."

"Want to know who you messed with?"

Chen Chengyuan took another step forward and opened his mouth as if to say something, but then he kicked out without any warning.

Although it is said that the air pressure should be controlled to the skin-forging level,

But his kick was merciless.

The muscles in my legs trembled and veins popped out,

It was obvious that he had tried his best.

He even used the cover of talking to launch sneak attacks, achieving the ultimate in concealment and lethality.

Wei Tao's eyes flashed suddenly.

Suddenly a strong wind blew in my face.

boom!

Qi and blood in the body naturally circulate in response to stress.

His arms suddenly swelled, and veins and red lines spread all over his body.

Under the cover of the thick sleeves, powerful energy and blood burst out, sinking into his fists like lightning.

Wei Tao did not retreat but advanced, using the red line punch, which was the most basic of the techniques. He used a head-to-head progressive hammer and punched forward without any fancy.

Bang!

The fists and legs exchanged and collided.

A dull sound erupted.

Click!

A figure fell to the ground, causing a large cloud of dust to rise.

There was silence for a moment inside and outside the stadium.

Only the whistling sound of the wind is left, blowing through the trees in the Plum Garden, and the fragrance is floating, fresh and pleasant.

Chen Chengyuan collapsed on the ground, his face pale and sweating profusely.

His right leg was bent outward at an abnormal angle, and through the torn and ripped trousers, the white bone stubble could even be vaguely seen.

"You...you are not a skin-forging person." He stared at Wei Tao, with pain in his eyes, but only an expression of incomparable resentment.

"Skinsmithing is what Senior Brother Tan said. I have never said it myself."

Wei Tao slowly retracted his fists, showed a gentle smile to him, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Actually, I have already practiced muscle training. You are not strong enough, and you still listen like a fool." How can you blame me for partial belief?"

"puff!"

Chen Chengyuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned from red to white, and then from white to red again. For a moment, he was trembling with anger and speechless.

On the main table, Bai Youyou narrowed her eyes, a faint light flashing in her eyes.

Huang Qilin took a sip of tea and exhaled softly, "It's quite interesting."

A little further away, Hu Qingfeng tilted her head slightly, and her eyes fell on Chen Chengshan, who was sitting still. The expression on his face was half-smile but not a smile, which was quite meaningful.

Tan Pan's mouth opened slightly, but he was also speechless.

He had already prepared for the worst, but he never expected that this battle would end so unexpectedly and immediately.

When exactly did the seventh junior brother break through to the level of muscle training? ?

And even at the level of muscle training, it seems like it has been immersed in it for a long time! ?

Even better than Chen Chengyuan,

His right leg was broken in just one encounter.

Let him end up in a tragic situation of serious injury and disability.

Wonderful!

It's really wonderful!

If the two sides were really having a friendly discussion, the Seventh Junior Brother would certainly be cruel to do this.

Even as a senior brother, he had to come forward to reprimand and punish him, and he might even destroy the seventh junior brother's kung fu and expel him from the school.

But what happens now?

With his face completely broken, Tan Pan only hated his junior brother for not breaking through the realm to coagulate his blood, so that he could punch the opponent to death!

Wow!

Chen Chengshan, the top disciple of the Iron Leg Sect, looked livid, stood up suddenly and knocked over the low table in front of him.

The cup fell from a height and shattered on the ground.

"you wanna die!"

With angry flames burning in his eyes, he approached the field one step at a time.

Zhou Mingyi waved his hand, and several servants came over immediately to carry the seriously injured Chen Chengyuan away.

He looked at Wei Tao and tilted his head slightly in the direction of Chen Chengshan, with an inexplicable smile on his face, "Each one has won one game now. The competition is not over yet, so you still can't leave."

Wei Tao stopped, turned back, and slowly exhaled a breath of white air.

They seemed to want him dead.

Iron-legged faction, senior brother.

The three great families in the inner city are Mr. Zhou.

A master at the blood coagulation level?

A young master with noble blood?

We are so close to him now.

Just beat them both to death first.

As for whether he will be beaten to death later?

Then let him kill him first.

It's a pity that I didn't bring any hidden weapons or poisons when I entered the inner city this time, otherwise...

Chen Chengshan's furious figure was reflected in his pupils. Looking at Zhou Mingyi who was smiling but not smiling, Wei Tao's eyes and lips twitched slightly, revealing a twisted smile.

Tan Pan moved his feet, but Huang Jiaoyun next to him grabbed his arm hard.

He struggled a moment, and a woman's crying voice came to his ears.

"Brother Pan, don't go there again."

"Xiao Qi is my junior brother, and I brought him to the party..." Tan Pan clenched his teeth and his face turned red.

Huang Jiaoyun refused to let go, "Don't you understand? This time I begged my eldest brother to save you. Brother Pan, please don't let yourself get involved."

"Jiaoyun, you, you are putting me in an unkind and unjust situation!"

"If you die, I won't live either!" Huang Jiaoyun suddenly let go of his hand, but he stopped in front of Tan Pan again.

Tan Pan stood there in a daze, struggling several times with his expression. Finally, he avoided the beautiful woman in front of him and walked towards the court step by step.

After just a moment's delay, Chen Chengshan had already arrived in front of Wei Tao.

Zhou Mingyi raised his right hand high, "In the third match, the iron-legged Chen Chengshan will face off against the red-line guard Tao!"

He was about to wave his hand down.

Suddenly a calm male voice sounded from the main table.

"Okay, the Red Line Sect and the Iron Legs are tied. Both sides are undefeated. Let's call it a day."