The Turkmen Revolution looked at Yu Qing's stubborn face and tried to withdraw his fist, but Yu Qing's hand was like a pair of pliers, firmly grasping the Turkish revolution's fist.
Yu Qing smiled contemptuously: "Isn't that the same as the deputy director of the 20th Bureau? Go back and tell your leaders that all those who are fighting against the God of Recovery are already lying in the coffin!"
After speaking, Yu Qing kicked the Turkish revolution abruptly. The Turkish revolution hurriedly raised his other arm to block it, but Yu Qing's strength was too great and kicked the Turkish revolution away with one kick.
The people in the audience wanted to see how they were fighting, but they didn't expect the Turkish Revolution to be vulnerable to this middle-aged man!
Yan Yan saw the Turkish revolution being beaten out, and stood up fiercely: "No! The chief of the soil must have consumed too much after using the trick just now. Now this kid named Yu Qing will take advantage of it!"
Zhang Xiaowen and Tu Shitou were already standing watching the martial arts competition. They stomped their feet when they saw the Turkic Revolution being beaten by Yu Qingdiao: "What should I do? Isn't the brother going to lose like this?"
Yan Yan opened his mouth and closed it helplessly. What can I do now? We can only pray for the good luck of the Turkish revolution!
The Turkish Revolution was already poisoned, and coupled with the forced use of the Phoenix in the Fire just now, it can be said that it has no combat effectiveness. The place where Yu Qing was kicked still hurts terribly. The Turkish Revolution tried to stand up, but when he tried hard, there was a sharp pain in his chest, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood!
The people in the audience realized that the Turkish Revolution might have been poisoned in the battle with Wu Liucai just now, and coupled with the use of supreme spells like the Phoenix, I’m afraid it’s already the end of the battle, so it seems that this The person named Yu Qing is likely to become the leader of this session!
Yu Qing looked at the towering incense, which was about to burn out soon, so he walked leisurely towards the Turkish revolution lying on the ground.
When the Turkish Revolution saw Yu Qing watching the towering fragrance, his heart couldn't help being desolate: It seemed that he would definitely not be able to complete the task, but in any case, he couldn't let this cult member become the leader of the martial arts conference!
Thinking of this, the Turkish Revolution gritted his teeth and said with difficulty: "I—recognize..."
Yu Qing guessed the intention of the Turkic Revolution before losing the word. He wanted to surrender before the towering incense was burnt.
, So that others can come to the stage to compete with yourself! Yu Qing suddenly speeded up, kicked the Turkish Revolution before the "lose" word, making him speechless, and then quickly pulled his body to prevent him from exerting too much force. Putting the Turkish revolution off the ring, and then another kick.
Zhang, Tu, and Yan jumped up instantly when they saw Yu Qing's actions. Zhang Xiaowen stood at the forefront. He couldn't care about any rules anymore, and accelerated his run-up. Then he jumped and shouted: "Stop! "A punch hit Yu Qing!
When Yu Qing heard someone shouting behind her, she quickly turned around. Regardless of who came, Zhang Xiaowen struck Yu Qing's sole with a fist. He only felt the pain from the top of his fist and took a few steps back. , Stood on the ring!
Yu Qing glanced at Zhang Xiaowen a few times, and then looked at the VIP table: "I said, there are people here who are breaking the rules of the competition, don't you guys speak?"
The people in the VIP table were very upset about Yu Qing's beating the Turkish Revolution, but because of the rules, no one dared to speak. Now someone interrupted Yu Qing and naturally felt a lot more refreshed. Seeing Yu Qing's question, no one answered him. !
At the same time, Yan Yan and Tu Shitou also rushed into the ring, and quickly took the Turkish Revolution off the ring to check the injuries. Zhang Xiaowen stared at Yu Qing angrily and said, "Where did I break the rules, he has already given up, so I can naturally come on stage!"
Yu Qing snorted: "Humph! Why didn't I hear him say surrender?" After speaking, he turned to the VIP seat: "Have you heard him say surrender?"
Several people on the VIP table were silent. The Turkish Revolution did not say the word "lost" just now. How can this be counted
At this moment, Master Wangchen stood up suddenly, stroked his eyebrows, and said, "Amitabha, the monks don't slander, but Lao Na did hear it just now!"
As soon as Wangchen's words came out, the audience was in an uproar, and the Daoist Chief Ganji beside Wangchen couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha! Senior Wangchen was right, and the poor Tao heard it too!"
Qianji's agreement made Yu Qing's face changed, and he secretly wrote in his heart: Humph! Since you are all biased towards this kid, see if I will not maimed him!
Jin Changhong heard that Qian Ji had also spoken. As the host, he naturally had to express himself, so
He also stood up: "Master Wangchen is a respected elder in the martial arts. Dao Qianji, as the elder of Yinlong Mountain, is also a closed disciple of Immortal Ghost Lu Xuan. Naturally, their words cannot be wrong, so Tu Xiaowen has no bad rules. The towering incense has not been burnt, he can challenge you!"
After listening to Yu Qing laughed loudly: "You set the rules, and you have the final say. But the Turkish revolution can't die. It's hard to say what it is called "Turkish"!"
After speaking, the whole person, like an arrow from the string, struck Zhang Xiaowen with the sound of breaking the wind.
Zhang Xiaowen didn't expect that the other party would even dared to attack under this situation. The defense was insufficient. Yu Qing punched him in the face and flew far away. Just when he was about to fall off the ring, Yu Qing was quick again. He ran over, grabbed Zhang Xiaowen's leg, and slammed Zhang Xiaowen into the ring again.
When Zhang Xiaowen's body collided with the ring, there was a "bang", and everyone in the audience felt painful. But Zhang Xiaowen himself was already speechless in pain, sweat was all over his forehead, and his ribs might have been broken.
Yan Yan and Tu Shitou had just handed over the Turkic Revolution to the doctor at Jin Zhaomen, and they saw Zhang Xiaowen being beaten by Yu Qing on the stage, and they said in their throats. Tu Shitou looked at Zhang Xiaowen’s painful expression, and was very anxious: "Oh, Zhang Xiaowen’s three-legged cat's kung fu can deal with ordinary people. At this level of competition, he is no different from ordinary people. Why doesn’t he directly admit defeat? !"
Yan Yan also squinted his eyes: "This person named Yu Qing is definitely not an ordinary cultivator. He deliberately prevented Zhang Xiaowen from admitting defeat. I am afraid he wanted to..." Yan Yan did not finish speaking, and Tu Shitou understood what he meant. Unwilling to ask: "Where are the others in the conference? Do you care about it?"
"According to the rules, as long as the two players in the competition do not play a killer, others cannot intervene, otherwise, what if the beaten party does not admit defeat?" Yan Yan said helplessly.
Tu Shitou clenched his fists: "If he still beats Zhang Xiaowen like this for a while, I don't care about the shit rules!"
On the ring, Yu Qing paced towards Zhang Xiaowen, looked at Zhang Xiaowen's painful expression, smiled contemptuously, and said to Zhang Xiaowen with his lips: "Go to hell!" After that, he punched Zhang Xiaowen in the head. !
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