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Xiao Yuyan didn't leave. Since Chu Tianjiao's judgment was correct yesterday, she has become very curious about Chu Tianjiao.

On the ring, Qian Hong came on stage.

The audience under the ring reacted mediocrely, but the young people kept shouting.

"Do you think Qian Hong can win?"

Just like yesterday, Xiao Yuyan asked again.

But this time I was much more polite.

"That certainly can't."

Chu Tianjiao smiled slightly and spoke without hesitation.

Xiao Yuyan's lips twitched when she heard this.

No matter how he heard this, he seemed to feel a little emotional.

Although Qian Hong is just one of Xiao Yuyan's suitors, both families are intentionally promoted, and not many people can be recognized by the Xiao family.

This is also one of the reasons why Xiao Yuyan is irritated.

"Then how long do you think he can last?"

Xiao Yuyan asked again unwillingly.

She always felt that Chu Tianjiao and Hu Lili described it differently.

At least in terms of eyesight, it is not that bad.

Although it may be because of luck, Xiao Yuyan still wants to try again.

"At most, just one move."

Chu Tianjiao narrowed his eyes and Qian Hong's opponent was a bald monk.

Since the monk came to the stage, he stood still without moving with his hands folded.

As the saying goes, sitting like a bell and standing like a pine, is a standard master's demeanor.

"Puff, are you hostile to Qian Hong, or is he really that naughty?"

Xiao Yuyan couldn't help but be amused by Chu Tianjiao's words.

"This is a competition, not a training ground, nor is it a place where people can say anything to curry favor with power,

Qian Hong's skills are okay to deal with ordinary people, but he has no chance to face this master."

Chu Tianjiao sighed and suggested that Xiao Yuyan take a closer look and know.

The world's martial arts are produced in Shaolin, and this is not groundless.

Although Chu Tianjiao was not sure whether the monk in front of him was still in Shaolin Temple.

But judging from the monk's generous hands, what he should practice is hand skills.

"A monk came to fight the ring?"

"It's funny, you should be suitable for begging."

Qian Hong looked at the other party and tried it out with words first.

It is also a means to anger the other party. If the other party is confused, he can also find flaws to attack.

"Are you going to fight? You still closed your eyes, grass, do you look down on people?"

However, the more the other monk showed off his unprepared appearance, Qian Hong did not dare to go on.

He wasn't sure if there was any fraud.

At this moment, the monk suddenly opened his eyes and made a gesture of inviting him.

This is the meaning of giving way to the other party.

If it were normal, Qian Hong would have rushed up happily.

However, now he was shocked after seeing the other person's eyes.

He was obviously a monk, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, with bloodthirsty, madness, and murderous intent.

Before he started fighting, Qian Hong was already shocked by the monk's eyes.

"I've been waiting for so long, and I'm tired of waiting. No, I have to take a rest."

Qian Hong swallowed, looked at the referee quickly, muttered, and returned to his camp to rest.

Many young people under the ring looked confused and didn't know what Qian Hong was doing.

But the spectators of the old gamblers kept booing at this time.

"What should I do? I can't beat it, but I can't run away halfway. Yuyan is looking at me."

Qian Hong complained secretly in his heart, never expecting that the first opponent he met was so hidden.

This made him feel a little embarrassed.
Chapter completed!