"Remember the teachings of the real person." Xiyuan clasped his hands together, saluted, then turned and went downstairs.
After seeing off Xiyuan, Nanfeng stood up and went to the fourth floor. When Yu Wenyong and others saw Nanfeng coming, they hurriedly left their seats and stood up.
Nan Feng raised his hand to the three of them, moved to the window, condensed into a big drum, and then turned into a red-headed wooden mallet, "The three emperors judged in the field, mastered the gongs and drums, the drums sounded, the fighting began, the gongs sounded, The fight is over.”
The three of them looked at each other in shock when they heard this, but none of them took the gavel.
After hesitating, Yu Wenyong asked, "Excuse me, Master, when should the gongs be sounded and when the drums should be beaten?"
"In the first battle, the one who has a bye will play the drums. If the losing team plays the drums in the final battle," Nanfeng explained casually.
Seeing Nan Feng holding the mallet, Gao Yang felt something was wrong, so he reached out and took the drumstick over, "Where is the gong?"
The south wind turned into a gong, turned around and went downstairs.
Gao Yang grinned and watched Nan Feng go downstairs. After he went downstairs, he handed the drumstick to Yu Wenyong. Yu Wenyong shook his head and refused to accept it, and then handed it to Chen Baxian, who also refused to accept it. Gao Yang had no choice but to hold it in his own hand.
Nanfeng returned to the third floor, took off the sword from his waist, and placed it on the table. This thing looked majestic and beautiful when worn, but it swayed from side to side when walking around, which was very inconvenient.
"What are the chances of winning?" The fat man leaned behind Nanfeng and asked nervously.
"The shorter the first battle takes, the greater the chance of a decisive victory." Nanfeng looked ahead. At this time, the bald man sent by Tianjie had already entered the venue and stood there. Xiyuan was walking from the overpass to the field.
Seeing that the fat man was still nagging, Chang Le stretched out his hand to pull him back, "It is said that knowing yourself and the enemy means you can fight a hundred battles without danger. The longer the first battle takes, the better the people selected by the underworld know Xiyuan's martial arts methods."
The fat man nodded, assuming he understood, but immediately had a new question, "If the little nun wins the first round, will there be any time to breathe?"
Chang Le did not answer the call because he did not know many details of the agreement between the two parties in this fight.
Seeing Chang Le looking at Nan Feng, the fat man asked Nan Feng again, "If the little nun wins, should we fight the second game immediately, or take a break and then fight again."
"Immediately," Nanfeng said, "but if anyone participating in the battle is injured, both sides can send people to treat their injuries before fighting again."
"I'll let Uncle Wang prepare." The fat man wanted to go downstairs.
"No need," Nanfeng called out to him, "I will take action myself."
The fat man turned around in confusion, and Nan Feng explained, "It is indeed an advantage to have a bye in the first battle, but for the sake of fairness, I made an agreement with them. If the person who wins the first battle is injured, both sides can send people to treat their injuries. It is said to be healing, but in fact it is not just that. Healing.”
"Can we take the opportunity to replenish spiritual energy for them?" Fatty asked.
Nanfeng nodded, "Yes, this will ensure that the person who wins the first battle will not get tired and fight again."
The fat man was relieved when he heard this, but after thinking about it, he thought that this agreement would not only benefit his side. If the person selected by heaven and underworld in the first battle, he could also replenish his spiritual energy after the battle.
"Does she know this detail?" Zhuge Chanjuan raised her hand and pointed forward. At this time, Xiyuan had already reached the end of the overpass and stepped onto the fighting platform.
"I know, maybe everyone who participated in the war knows it." Nanfeng said.
Hearing Nanfeng's words, everyone's expressions became more solemn. In addition to reflecting fairness, this agreement will also allow those participating in the war to fight with their lives. As long as they kill the other party, even if they are seriously injured and on the verge of death, they can still be saved under the treatment of their own masters. It was restored to its original state in a very short period of time.
Xiyuan stepped onto the stone platform and continued walking, walked to the bald man and stood ten feet away, clasping his hands together and chanting the Buddha's name.
The bald man didn't answer, he just twisted his neck, shrugged his shoulders, then retreated with his right leg, lunged, and opened his posture.
"You don't need to declare your family status?" the fat man asked.
Nanfeng shook his head, "Winning is a king or losing is a bandit. Only the winner is qualified to leave his name."
Seeing that both sides were well prepared, the sound of drums came from the south.
The moment the drum sound came, the bald man made the first move. He leaned back, put his left hand on the ground to help, leaned forward and kicked Xiyuan in the abdomen with his left foot.
The bald man had previously done a lunge. This posture is relatively moderate and can be used for offense or defense. However, the posture of both offense and defense usually affects the speed of offense and defense, making it impossible to launch an attack or organize a defense in the shortest time.
The bald man's lunge stance was to mislead Xiyuan, making Xiyuan think that he could not attack quickly. Little did he know that he did not use his legs to move forward, but instead used his left arm instead of his right leg to support the ground.
Xiyuan was indeed misled by him. He was half a minute too late and lost the opportunity.
But she didn't panic, nor did she rush to dodge. Instead, she swung out her right fist and met the bald man's left foot that was about to kick.
The moment Xiyuan swung out his right fist, three inches of sharp silver thorns protruded from the ring on his middle finger. At the moment when the sharp thorns protruded, the bald man's left foot had already been kicked. The fists and feet collided, and the sharp thorns pierced the bald man's With his left foot, the bald man's powerful left foot also kicked Xiyuan's wrist in an instant.
Xiyuan seemed to have expected that his right wrist would be kicked off before making the move. At the moment when his fists and feet collided, his left hand dropped, slid out the short knife hidden in his sleeve, and stabbed the bald man's right leg with all his strength.
The bald man's forward momentum was mostly blocked by Xiyuan's right fist. He had stopped when his right leg was injured. Seeing that both legs were injured, he was very angry. He threw back his neck and pushed forward with all his strength.
This move hit Xiyuan right in the face. Xiyuan groaned and staggered back. Because Qiqiao Shenfu was severely injured, he was unsteady. After taking a few steps back, he lost his footing and fell. When he fell to the ground, he instinctively stretched out his hand to support the ground, but his right wrist It was already broken, but it broke completely after hitting the ground. The broken bones penetrated the skin and flesh, and the flesh was exposed, which was shocking.
The bald man's legs were injured, but he supported himself and rushed forward despite the pain. As he rushed forward, he retracted his left arm and was ready to go.
At this time, Xiyuan was still lying on the ground, with blood all over his face, obstructing his vision. He dimly noticed that the opponent was coming towards him. He did not try hard to get up, nor did he roll to dodge. Instead, he pushed his heels back to the ground. The moment he was punched hard by the bald man He moved two feet forward and passed through the opponent's chest. As he moved, he bucked the dagger in his left hand and severed the bald man's right hamstring.
The bald man suffered a broken hamstring and was unable to stand stably. He couldn't help but tilt to the right.
Xiyuan took the opportunity to stand upright, turned to the right, and swung the short knife at the bald man's neck.
But she had been hit in the face by a bald man before, and she was unsteady. She ignored that the bald man was leaning over and lost her accuracy when she drew the knife. She did not cut off the neck, but only took off a piece of the bald man's scalp.
Although the bald man was repeatedly injured, his reaction was not slow. When he fell, he flew up with his left foot and kicked Xiyuan's left arm at the Tianjing point, causing his left arm to feel sore and numb, and the dagger fell out of his hand.
After a successful blow, the bald man drew his left foot inward, braced himself on the ground and twisted his body. At the same time, he activated his spiritual energy, sent it to his left arm, and concentrated a heavy punch.
Xiyuan seemed weak, but there was strength in the softness. She saw the bald man twisting his body and standing up, clenching his left fist, concentrating on his words, and punched out with a single fist like a king lifting a cauldron, hitting the bald man's back.
At this moment, the bald man turned around, left fist against left fist, hard punch against hard punch. The huge force broke all the phalanges of the two men. Without any remaining strength, it affected the arms. The humerus penetrated the skin and flesh, revealing the outside of the elbow. White bones, red flesh, scarlet blood.
It was a heavy punch, but the bald man's force was stronger. After the punch, Xiyuan staggered back.
The bald man had previously underestimated Xi Yuan. He never thought that a weak woman and a little nun could be so ruthless, tough, and powerful. He became angry with the bullfighter and saw it staggering back, thinking that he had an opportunity. He slammed his left foot on the ground and rushed forward with all his strength. When he got closer, he raised his head again, trying to hit Xiyuan's door again and give her a fatal blow.
Xiyuan was retreating at this time. He could not dodge, his hands were destroyed, and he could not use any moves to protect himself. In desperation, he became violent and swung his right arm out, slicing the bald man's neck open with his right wrist bone that broke the flesh.
The bald man's neck was injured, and blood spurted out immediately. He was instantly discouraged, and his head was knocked weak. However, he survived the desperate situation and saved his life.
The bald man fell to the ground, hesitating and spitting blood, and was dying of anger.
Xiyuan was exhausted, the oil was exhausted, and the lamp was dry. He could barely stand and was on the verge of collapse.
The sound of a gong came from due south...