An iron nail spurted out from the handle of the long knife. It was impossible for his opponent to notice this move, but Jia Yan pierced it underneath, and he immediately dodged it while dripping with cold sweat.

Both of them looked down at the beggar who was pointing the way.

One person was so angry that he wanted to tear the beggar apart, but the other person looked at the beggar with gratitude, which was equivalent to saving his life.

But the one who was plotted always seemed to have a different chess piece. The two had similar fighting abilities, and the sword wielder was also very capable. In the end, he tried his best, panting and slashed his opponent to the ground with a single blow.

There were staff members beside the ring who came to the stage to carry the injured. He was not dead but was very angry. Even if he was not dead, he would probably be crippled even if he was rescued.

"You beggar, I was fighting to the death just now, are you trying to stumbling down on me? Come up here, I swear to kill you."

Riding on the momentum of victory, the man wielding the knife got up and pointed with blood-red eyes at the beggar who almost killed him.

Faced with this man's roar, Jia Yan calmly looked at the man and said bluntly: "Xiao Wu, didn't you just say you were willing to fight in the ring? I just happen to have the opportunity to go up and try your fighting skills for my master.

Just use the dog stick method."

"yes."

Xiao Wu was not surprised. He stood up, dusted off the dust from his body, then used a swallow to draw water three times, and flew onto the ring in a flash.

"A young one is here? Are you going to die in the ring for your master?"

"Wrong, I came here to defeat you on behalf of my master."

"Young boy, you don't know your own abilities."

The man snorted coldly, raised his sword, rushed up with a ferocious expression, and quickly struck the bamboo stick raised by Xiao Wu with one strike.

No one thought it was possible for a mere bamboo stick to withstand the opponent's sword.

The person who took action also had earth-level strength, which was not much different from Xiao Wu's apparent strength today.

when.

But what was different from the imagination of all the onlookers was that the bamboo stick not only withstood the man's sword, but also exploded into sparks. Xiao Wu lightly scolded: "Watch my dog-beating stick technique."

The stick didn't look like it was used against humans, but rather like it was used against dogs. It attacked in three directions, making three snaps. The first stick hit the man's knee, and only heard the kneecaps shatter. The second hit hit the man's legs again.

Suddenly, there was a faint chirping sound, which made everyone's expressions change wildly.

The third blow hit the man's abdomen, and the energy in the Dantian area exploded, leaving the Dantian Qi sea half gone.

Blood spurted out of the man's mouth, and he flew to the edge of the ring. Soon he was so angry that he didn't know whether to live or die.

"That's it? I'm here to fight under the orders of my master. Although I have no grudges with everyone present, if you want to fight with me, just go ahead."

"Hmph, you're cruel, I'll treat you now."

Someone from the audience came to the stage with a sword.

It's not that everyone is willing to risk their lives with someone who has nothing to do with him, but this person is a friend of the big man with a sword. Now that his friend has been defeated, he always has to stand up for his friend out of favor.

Moreover, this man's strength was several levels higher than that of the sword wielder. He still didn't believe that an eleven or twelve-year-old boy who used stick techniques could even defeat himself.

But there are some things that cannot be done without believing in evil.

Jia Yan was sitting against the wall, his tattered beggar's clothes not even stained with dust.

"This little guy is really talented. He has been with me for so long, and even the dog-beating stick method is full of loopholes. But he can barely beat an opponent of this level. Now he has to fight against a heaven-level master.

, it's still a little short of that, but that doesn't mean it's completely impossible. With the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, it's somewhat possible."

Jia Yan silently observed the cheap disciple's battle, and suddenly his expression changed slightly.

Next, he smiled slightly again.

It's not that I found any worthy opponents.

Instead, he felt that another clone of himself had also come nearby, that is to say, the Taoist priest had led his apprentice 'Brother Wang' over there to Shengdian City.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Mei'er has looked like a big girl in the past two days, with a faintly beautiful appearance on her tender little face.

"It's nothing, I just sensed something. It seems that this trip to the festival will be worthwhile."
Chapter completed!