"Ding!!"

Sparks flying!!

I saw Zhong Zifeng casually raising a mandarin duck axe, seemingly blocking the opponent's spear point with all his strength in an understatement!

Ke Dingnan, on the other hand, was shaken by the force of the shot hitting the mandarin duck and almost fell over. The jaws of the hands holding the gun were cracked by the shock, and blood dripped down the gun barrel to the ground.

But Zhong Zifeng didn't seem to move at all.

Even, he still maintained his lazy posture.

"Internal strength, there is a world of difference." Zhong Zifeng said lightly.

"Don't take away my Lanzhi!!!" Ke Dingnan suddenly flew up high, the spear in his hand came down from top to bottom, whizzing towards Zhong Zifeng's head!

"boom!!"

Sawdust flying!

On the floor of the arena made of wooden planks, a big hole was punched out by this powerful and heavy shot!

But Zhong Zifeng had disappeared where he was.

"The body skills are completely different." Zhong Zifeng's voice came slowly from behind Ke Dingnan.

Before turning around, Ke Dingnan felt his hands go numb. When he looked down, the spear had been kicked to the ground by Zhong Zifeng behind him!

A mandarin duck was slowly placed on his shoulder from behind.

"you lose."

Ke Dingnan's face was earth-colored, and he looked at Feng Langzhi at a loss.

Feng Langzhi, on the other hand, covered her mouth with both hands and was already crying.

Zhong Zifeng took back his mandarin duck, turned around, and clasped his fists at Master Feng: "My son-in-law, I have met my father-in-law."

"Okay, okay!" Mr. Feng laughed and held his hands.

"I'll fight you!!!"

Ke Dingnan suddenly roared and pounced on Zhong Zifeng like a wild beast.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound.

Ke Dingnan flew out and fell heavily off the stage.

In the mouth, he was vomiting blood continuously.

Zhong Zifeng put down the kicked leg and said coldly: "My appearance has already determined the outcome of this marriage, so why would you fly into a flame and end up injured all over. It's not worth it."

"I...I will fight with you..." Ke Dingnan struggled to remember to get on stage to fight again, but in the end he still couldn't get up.

Young men from prominent families gathered around him and mocked him. What's more, they even spat at Ke Dingnan who was lying on the ground, cursing him for not knowing how high the sky was and how a toad wanted to eat the flesh of a swan.

Feng Langzhi's pitiful cries echoed at the entrance of the village.

"Lanzhi..." Ke Dingnan heard the heart-wrenching screams of his sweetheart, and he felt anxious, and another large mouthful of blood spattered from his mouth.

No one lends a helping hand.

The eyes of these young men who were watching indifferently even had a glint of expectation, as if they were expecting Ke Dingnan to die from serious injuries.

Especially those young masters who were defeated by him wished he would die immediately.

"Brother, don't get excited."

A bearded man suddenly squeezed into the crowd and knelt down to support Ke Dingnan.

Yeah, the face is very familiar.

It was the bearded man who rescued Du Juaner from Tieshan Temple.

Su Wangting!!

He had to put on a disguise just in case Pan Zaixing was there.

If he recognized himself, he would definitely run away.

Even the narrow-sheathed long sword was left in the inn without him.

After all, that sword is considered the symbol of the Jade-Faced Demon Sword.

If he is brought here, Zhong Zifeng will definitely become suspicious of his identity. If he shouts about the jade-faced demon sword, I am afraid that his plan to penetrate into the Feng Mansion to investigate will be disrupted.

"Who...are you?" Ke Dingnan asked feebly.

Su Wangting smiled slightly, leaned close to his ear and whispered softly: "Brother, please be patient. Rest here for a while, and I will help you marry your sweetheart home."

Before Ke Dingnan could react, Su Wangting rushed onto the ring.

Zhong Zifeng frowned slightly, looked the bearded man up and down, and asked expressionlessly: "You want to try too?"

Su Wangting nodded: "Try."

"Then what weapon do you use?"

Su Wangting grinned: "I forgot my weapon."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Zhong Zifeng sneered slightly and asked: "I don't have any weapons, so I have to use my fists and feet?"

Su Wangting shook his head: "I'm not good at boxing or kicking, I only know how to punch."

As he spoke, Su Wangting bent down to pick up Ke Dingnan's spear and said with a smile, "Then I'll just...use this spear as I please."

Zhong Zifeng raised his eyebrows: "Whatever?"

At this time, the housekeeper hurriedly walked forward and shouted: "Are you here to cause trouble?"

Su Wangting shrugged: "That's what you said...I'm obviously here to fight. Why, you are not allowed to use other people's weapons?"

The housekeeper waved his hand impatiently: "Whatever! Since you want to find fault, it's up to you! Sign up and hurry up!"

Su Wangting rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Xu Jiangsheng, a pauper from Maozhou."

The housekeeper was too lazy to answer, turned around and cupped his hands to Zhong Zifeng and said: "Then... my new uncle will take action again. Since it is a public competition in the ring, it is not easy to drive him away. I hope you understand."

Zhong Zifeng nodded: "It doesn't matter."

After finishing speaking, the butler walked off the stage with a smiling face.

Zhong Zifeng stood lazily and waved to Su Wangting: "Come here."

Su Wangting put the spear on his shoulder, stood in a more lazy posture, and even flashed one leg: "Come here."

"Are you looking for death?" Zhong Zifeng frowned.

Su Wangting nodded: "Are you going to make it happen?"

"good!"

After finishing speaking, Zhong Zifeng's body swayed and he was in front of Su Wangting in an instant. The mandarin duck in his hand wiped his throat straight away!

"Ding!"

Sparks flew again.

This time it was replaced by the mandarin duck axe, which was held lightly by the tip of the spear.

And Zhong Zifeng, just like Ke Dingnan just now, was almost shaken away by the rebounding force!

There was a cry of exclamation from the audience.

Su Wangting raised the corner of his mouth: "Internal strength is a world of difference."

"you……"

Zhong Zifeng's eyes widened suddenly, staring blankly at Su Wangting.

"Who are you with such inner strength!?"

But before he finished speaking, Zhong Zifeng was surprised to find that the figure of the bearded man in front of him was gradually losing shape.

"Afterimage!?" Zhong Zifeng took a breath.

The gun tip silently pressed against the back of his head.

"The body skills are completely different." Su Wangting's voice came from behind him.

"Who...are you?!"

Su Wangting put down his spear and said calmly: "You lose."

The whole place was silent.

But not long after, there was a loud noise in the crowd, and everyone was guessing about this person's background.

Zhong Zifeng turned around: "What a shocking cultivation level. Are you from Cuiyou Valley or Tianlan Peak?"

Su Wangting ignored this and asked, "Are you the direct disciple of the leader of Luoxiatan?"
To be continued...