The time for a stick of incense passed quickly, and Yang Qingxuan also adjusted back to his state, and walked to the center of the gambling arena.
All around suddenly screamed and shouted, the noisy sound mixed with the unpleasant smell, which made people very uncomfortable. But Yang Qingxuan was as quiet as a virgin, standing in the center calmly, unmoved by the environment.
"Haha, that kid must have been frightened and stupid. He looked so dazed that he couldn't even move."
"I just like to see this kind of white and tender meat, its neck will be twisted and its intestines will be pulled out later, hahaha!"
As the carnival mood continued to rise, a burly figure slowly walked out from the other end of the gambling arena. Yang Qingxuan frowned slightly, feeling extremely dangerous intuitively.
Around the gambling arena, there are 20 VIP boxes hanging in the air, which are the best places to watch the battle. They are constructed with one-way transparent glass, and the outside can only be seen from the inside.
In one of the largest boxes, I saw a man lying on the grand master's chair. Although he was young and handsome, he faintly exuded the domineering air of a superior.
Behind him, a bodyguard was wrapped in a black robe, only showing a slightly pale face, and his eyes were calm. Mr. Lu seemed to be very afraid of this guard, and he didn't want to get too close.
The man looked out of the glass, his eyes fell on the gambling arena, and he said casually: "This is also a student of our school, the tenth floor of Qiwu, how could he meet Peng Hai, isn't this intentional to kill him?" Yes to question, but obviously very indifferent.
Mr. Lu said, "This was arranged by Cui Zhirong."
The man said with a smile: "This is another student recruited by a maid. I'm afraid he didn't let that kid unspoken rules and made things difficult for her on purpose."
Mr. Lu smiled lightly and said, "It's Wen Wen."
"Oh, no wonder."
The man smiled knowingly, and said, "Wen Wen is indeed a girl with a temper and personality."
Mr. Lu said: "There are not many little fresh meats who come to gamble recently. I originally wanted to arrange a few weaker ones to go up. Letting these little fresh meats stay for a few more games will be of great benefit to our Mingyue Villa's income."
The man said: "Forget it, it's already played, and it cannot be changed. But you remind Cui Zhirong, don't go too far. I don't care if he plays with the maid in private, but if he dares to use the public for personal gain, I will directly abolish him." Lifeblood, let's see how he plays in the future."
Mr. Lu secretly laughed, bowed and said: "Yes."
The man said: "It's hard to come back from the academy. I wanted to watch gambling for entertainment, but it turned out to be another bloody match without any suspense. Mr. Jin, you can accompany me to practice martial arts."
As soon as he helped the snow-white sable coat on his shoulders, he turned and walked outside.
Mr. Lu glanced at the gambling arena, shook his head slightly, and followed.
But Mr. Jin remained motionless, staring at the gambling arena, his face still expressionless.
The man was surprised, turned around and said, "Mr. Jin?"
Only then did Mr. Jin look away, and said: "Let's go, this may be an interesting gambling fight, but it is more important for you to hone your martial arts."
The man froze for a moment, glanced at Gambling Arena, contempt flashed in his eyes, and left with a faint smile.
The huge number one VIP room was vacant there.
Among the other nineteen rooms around, eleven of them were filled with people, ready to watch the gambling fight. Because they are in private rooms, most of them are unscrupulous and indulge in wine and sex.
In another box, there was the sound of whipping, as well as the screams of the maid and the perverted laughter, enjoying the pleasure brought by the extreme brutality.
Yang Qingxuan's face was a little gloomy, but he just turned his eyes, and the golden light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he had a panoramic view of the scenes in these boxes.
Since his trip to the mine, he found that his eyesight has become much more miraculous. Before, he thought it was the benefits of tempering his body, but now he felt that it was the result of the drop of blood essence from the monster race.
He withdrew his mind, put those unsightly pictures out of his mind, and looked at the opponent walking forward—Peng Hai at the ninth level of Qi Wu.
Peng Hai is tall and tall, ten feet tall, and has a ferocious appearance. When he opened his mouth, his voice was like a bell, and he said fiercely: "Boy, you have offended someone. Today is the end of your life."
Yang Qingxuan said in a daze: "offend someone? I just came here, who did I offend?"
Peng Hai grinned grimly, and said, "Hey, you're going to die soon anyway, so there's no need to know. That person asked me to torture you to death with the cruelest means. Next, you can enjoy the pleasure of being tortured to death!"
Yang Qingxuan instantly felt the impact of a strong momentum, and he instinctively wanted to use his body skills to avoid it, but his body was stagnant, and then he realized that he was wearing a black gold cassock, and his body skills were basically Abandoned.
Peng Hai let out a loud roar, his berserk breath dissipated, and he rushed to Yang Qingxuan, smashing down with his casserole-sized fist!
Yang Qingxuan's thoughts turned. At this time, he could only carry the force with strength. He is a nine-layer hardened body, so naturally he would not be afraid. He raised his hand, took the shape of a bear, and bombarded him!
"No way, such a thin body can resist Peng Hai's Rolling Stone Fist!"
"Hold the grass, the gambling fight has just begun, is it about to end?"
"This little fresh meat must be so scared that he can't even walk, he can't even hide, it's too unsatisfactory, refund the money, refund the money to us!"
Following Yang Qingxuan's Xingyi punches, loud noises rang out all around, all of which were scolding and extreme dissatisfaction, as if he had directly seen the ending.
"Boom!"
The two strokes collided, and the vigor was shaken. Under the dumbfoundedness of the crowd, it was Peng Hai who retreated three steps in a row. Yang Qingxuan stood still and did not move, only his robe fluttered.
The audience fell silent for an instant, and there was not a single sound to be heard for half a cup of tea.
Everyone opened their mouths wide, and suddenly there was thunderous applause, and the audience burst into cheers.
"Wow, so handsome! What's this kid's name? I want him, I want him!"
Several fat ladies in luxurious clothes roared at the top of their lungs, their faces distorted, "Peng Hai, you are not allowed to kill him!"
Even those nobles who lived in extravagance and pleasure in time in those suspended VIP rooms were all stunned for a moment, with a strange look in their eyes, and they looked down.
Peng Hai was shaken away by the opponent's punch, and he was also horrified. All kinds of insults came from around him, which made him feel even more ashamed, and he attacked again with a loud roar.
He is muscular and full of vigor, his fists are like rolling stones, vigorous and steady, and he has the potential to conquer mountains.
Yang Qingxuan is stepping on gossip, a set of Xingyi boxing is like a dragon like a tiger, like a bear like a snake, imitating the shapes of twelve kinds of animals, combined with the five elements of boxing, split (gold), drill (water), collapse (wood), cannon (Fire) and Heng (Earth), when displayed, they are upright and unrestrained.
He already had a level of vigor higher than Peng Hai's, and with the nine layers of tempered body, he has the power to lift a boat. With the Xingyi fist, the opponent retreats again and again, and he has almost no strength to fight back.
Frightened, Peng Hai suddenly became furious.
Although he can't be called a strong man, he has struggled on the line of life and death all his life. All martial arts are the most practical ways to kill people. Even martial artists in the early stage of Lingwu have died in his hands.
But Yang Qingxuan's moves are very calm, not rushing or impetuous, fully displaying the five-element boxing intention and the twelve transformation forms, flowing like clouds and flowing water, as a whole.
No matter how Peng Hai used his fists, he couldn't break Yang Qingxuan's fist, the more he hit, the more anxious he was, the more anxious he was, the more he lost.
(end of this chapter)