Xiao Jiang quickly realized that the magic weapon that was locked in the wooden box was most likely a broken magic weapon.

The broken magic weapon depends on how damaged it is, if it is only injured to seventy percent, then there is still a chance to repair it.

However, once the degree of damage exceeds seventy percent, even the most powerful forger is estimated to be unable to repair it.

In the ring, the middle-aged man spoke again: "Then, the match begins!" This

sentence has just landed, and not a second has passed.

A man with a strong physique suddenly stepped into the ring, hugged his fists around, and said with a smile: "In the lower shape of the Yi Fist, the thirtieth generation inheritor, Liu Xiao, please enlighten!"

"Under the crane-shaped legs, the tenth generation inheritor, Luo Hua Hua, please also enlighten!" A tall woman with an ordinary face stepped into the ring, and her big white legs were estimated to occupy sixty percent of her body!

In just ten minutes of fighting, that Liu Xiaopee was victorious.

Next, more than fifty battles in a row, the ring lord returned more than ten.

At this time, the ringleader is a middle-aged woman, she is standing in the ring after losing one-handedly, she has defeated ten challengers in a row, and she still needs to defeat two.

She can then win and get the broken magic weapon.

"This woman, her strength is really strong, her fists and feet are one, I guess I can't defeat her!" A middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body type said helplessly.

The companion next to him bowed his head slightly: "I don't know this woman, it is estimated that it is another dark horse, this underground competition, there are too many dark horses, and I don't know, whether the elders will make a move!"

"It is estimated that it will not, Wan Lao has already stood in the position of the number one warrior in our Nanzhou Province, I am afraid that he will not disdain to compete with us, these young people!" The middle-aged man said.

The others, looking at the middle-aged women in the ring, none of them dared to go up and challenge.

After all, if she wins two more games, she will already win.

Therefore, none of them want to go up and engage in meaningless challenges.

When Xiao Jiang took a step earlier at this time, Wan Mengtao beside him couldn't help but sneer: "With your strength, isn't it just to make up for her to go up!"

"Sort of, but continuing the stalemate like this is not a solution, is it?"

After speaking, Xiao Jiang smiled faintly, and after putting his hands down, he had already stepped into the ring.

The middle-aged woman saw that a challenger came up, still a young martial artist, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she hugged her fists and said: "In the next, the fiftieth generation of the Bagua Sect, Mo Fei!"

"I don't know, who is this little brother's surname, and what kind of sect is from?"

When Xiao Jiang heard this, he politely returned his fist and smiled lightly: "No way and no faction, Xiao Jiang of Nanzhou Province!" Wan

Yuqin and Wan Mengtao in the audience, their grandfathers and grandchildren, suddenly shrank their pupils when they heard Xiao Jiang's life.

Wan Yuqin's face was full of disbelief, and he muttered: "This young man who I am extremely optimistic about, and even healed my internal injuries, is actually the person I want to deal with!"

"Grandpa..." Wan Mengtao's eyes quickly looked at Wan Yuqin.

Wan Yuqin silently lowered his head and said, "Mengtao, be quiet, grandpa needs a moment to think." "

Yes!"

Wan Mengtao sighed helplessly, although she hated Xiao Jiang, she also knew how optimistic her grandfather was about Xiao Jiang.

Xiao Jiang even healed the internal injuries that plagued her grandfather more than ten years ago.

In the ring.

Mo Fei heard Xiao Jiang's words, put his left hand behind, made a provocative action with his right hand, and smiled lightly: "You are a junior, I will let you make three moves first!"

"That's it, you said!" Xiao Jiang was not polite in the slightest, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared in place.

When the middle-aged woman saw such a scene, her nerves instantly tightened, and when she looked around, she never saw her figure.

"You lose!" Xiao Jiang didn't know when he had already appeared behind Mo Fei, and he only needed to punch him, maybe he could smash the back of his head.

Mo Fei sat weakly on the ground, his eyes filled with despair!

From the beginning to the end, only a dozen seconds have passed, maybe not yet.

When everyone saw this scene, they gasped and began to wonder where this warrior named "Xiao Jiang" came from Nanzhou Province.

After that, five or six people came up one after another to challenge Xiao Jiang, and as a result, the person who supported the longest was only two moves, and he quickly lost.

Seeing that Xiao Jiang was so powerful, no one dared to step forward, and they all looked at each other.

Seeing this, Wan Mengtao's eyes froze, quickly came to the ring, hugged his fist towards Xiao Jiang, and shouted: "In the next ten thousand families more than ten thousand Qin granddaughters, Wan Mengtao, come to teach!"

"What, Wan Yuqin's granddaughter, that is, Wan Lao is nearby!" A girl immediately looked around.

Others also began to look for Wan Yuqin, but Wan Yuqin lowered his head and hid his breath, just like an ordinary little old man.

As a result, no one found him.

A man who looked twenty-seven or eight years old, looking at the situation in the ring, asked curiously: "You say, is it the granddaughter of Wan Lao who wins, or this mysterious boy wins?" "

Wanlao's granddaughter, the exercises learned by Wan Lao are very powerful, once the second master and the third master of Nanzhou Province, joined forces to fight, they couldn't touch the corner of Wan Lao's clothes!"

"Presumably, Wanlao's granddaughter should not be bad."

An old man who looked a little old was very theoretical.

When everyone heard these words, they also bowed their heads slightly in agreement.

Xiao Jiang looked at Wan Mengtao on the opposite side and asked with a light smile: "Wan girl, you must fight me?"

"Hmph!" Wan Mengtao snorted coldly and said coldly: "The move is, let me see how your strength is!"

After that, she took the lead in attacking, and a punch struck like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

On the side of Xiao Jiang's figure, he dodged such a blow.

"Got you!" The corners of Wan Mengtao's mouth rose, fierce and straight blows, and at this moment, he was suddenly as tricky as a poisonous snake, fast and ruthless!

Normal warriors, in the face of this situation, can almost only make defensive postures.

Everyone in the audience thought that Xiao Jiang would definitely lose under this move.

Even Wan Mengtao himself thinks so.

But when her punch was landing on Xiao Jiang's body, Xiao Jiang's body actually began to collapse continuously, like a wisp of residual smoke.

"It's not good, it's an afterimage!" I don't know who suddenly said this.

Everyone looked shocked!

What kind of person's speed will actually be fast, there will be an afterimage, they have not reacted.

Wan Mengtao's heart jumped suddenly, quickly turned around, and kicked sideways, the kicking speed was very fast, and there was a faint explosion sound.

However, it is still the air that hits!

What about people?

When she looked around, Xiao Jiang didn't know when, he had already appeared in front of her, his right hand was already against his neck, and with a little force, he could pierce his neck.

Xiao Jiang chuckled, "You have already lost!" "

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