Soon, Lin Chong stepped onto the ring.

The whole body of this are made of marble bricks, about meter high and ten meters long and wide. The edges are fixed with steel fences, and the gaps are filled with extremely sticky industrial glue, making it look extremely sturdy.

Of course, the so-called solidity is just relative.

In the face of the power of the Grand Master of Danjin, some things that are indestructible in the eyes of ordinary people are actually not much better than tofu.

Lin Chong walked to the edge of the ring and stood still, with his hands hanging beside him, slowly turning his head, and looking around the entire square with a quiet and quiet look.

Within the sight of the eyes, except for a few top-level strong men, the warriors bowed their heads and felt awe-inspiring.

Lin Chong opened his lips lightly and said three words lightly: "Who will come first?"

As soon as these words came out, the warriors couldn't help but look at Wang Mu, Zhao Chenglong and Wang Hongfu near the arena.

Wang Mu was wearing a light gray training suit, with a calm expression, bright eyes, standing neither side nor side, straight back, and exuding an impeccable grandmaster's aura.

Next to Wang Mu was Xiao Shitong, who was also wearing light gray training suits. Both of them were burly, but the old and the young formed a sharp contrast.

Xue Zheng, Wu Chong and other true disciples of the Tianlong Sect stood behind Wang Mu and Xiao Shitong with their hands behind their backs. They looked serious and did not laugh, which made the warriors around them uneasy and even subconsciously lowered their voices when talking.

Wang Muyang raised his eyebrows and was about to step out, but his wrist was grabbed by someone.

"master?"

He frowned slightly, turned his head to look at Xiao Shitong, his eyes a little confused.

Xiao Shitong's face did not change at all, and he just whispered: "Don't be impatient for a moment."

Although Wang Mu did not understand what Xiao Shitong meant, he still acted as he said and gave up his plan to go to the battle first.

"I'll do it."

Suddenly, a lazy female voice sounded in the crowd.

Everyone turned their heads and looked in the direction where the sound came. The person who spoke was Wang Hongfu, the deputy head of the Donghua Sect.

Wang Hongfu was surrounded by a group of elders from Donghua Sect, wearing dark green training suits, holding a long sheathed sword, and her hair was tied behind her head. She looked heroic and heroic, and she did not let her beards go.

The long sword in her hand is of simple style, with a hilt of about one foot long and a half feet long, which is much larger than an ordinary long sword. Because it is hidden in the sheath, I don’t know what material it is made of.

The Yanhuang Republic has a strong martial style, but gun control is very strict. Before using a gun, you must apply for a gun license, so cold weapons are popular.

However, those who carry weapons with them are usually female warriors.

The strength of female warriors is naturally inferior to that of male warriors. Even if they are at the same level as each other, they are in a weak position when fighting. Only by using weapons can they barely smooth out the gap between strength and body shape.

For example, Jiang Lan, Liang Yu and Biluo, who Lin Chong knew, were all used to fighting with weapons, and Wang Hongfu was no exception.

"Secretary Master, please don't be impulsive!"

Elder Huang, who was standing beside Wang Hongfu, was shocked and hurriedly spoke to dissuade him.

However, before he finished speaking, Wang Hongfu had already tilted his toes, like an arrow from a string, instantly crossing a distance of more than ten meters and landing lightly on the ring.

Elder Huang's cheek muscles twitched a few times and quickly closed his mouth.

Since Wang Hongfu insists on doing his own thing, what can he do, as a junior brother?

"After going back, you must sue her harshly to the master!"

In his prime, Elder Huang, who was half-bald, muttered to himself.

Wang Hongfu knew nothing about Elder Huang's psychological activities. In fact, even if she knew it, she wouldn't care.

Because all her attention was focused on Lin Chong.

Although Wang Hongfu has a good relationship with Lin Chong and has no interest in the so-called position of leader, since he has decided to go on stage to fight, he will not let him go at all.

What's more, she said she wanted to discuss with Lin Chong. Although it was a joke, she was still a little sincere.

Over the past period of time, Lin Chong's name has been too dazzling and has already aroused Wang Hongfu's interest.

She really wanted to know what special thing about Lin Chong was that he could defeat so many strong men and impress the arrogant and arrogant prides of heaven?

Lin Chong turned around and faced Wang Hongfu, held his fists and bowed, and then said in a deep voice: "There is no eye on the fist and foot. If there is any offense later, please forgive me, Deputy Chief Wang."

"Tsk, it's really apart."

Wang Hongfu raised her lips and said with a smile: "Forget it, just do whatever you want. Anyway, it's just a title. You can call it whatever you want."

The warriors under the arena raised their ears and their eyes swept back and forth between Wang Hongfu and Lin Chong, and the fire of the gossip was burning.

"From the tone, Deputy Chief Wang seems to know His Excellency Lin Chong?" A young warrior whispered.

Another middle-aged warrior said strangely: "Since you know me, why should she come on stage?"

"It's just a competition in the ring, and there's no need to distinguish between life and death. What's wrong with going on stage? Isn't it normal for experts to compete in martial arts?"

Someone next to him interrupted disapprovingly.

The middle-aged warrior was speechless and could only nod in silence.

On the ring, after greeting Wang Hongfu, Lin Chong took the initiative to take two steps back, folded the cuffs of the practice suit, revealing his strong and strong wrists, and then looked at the other party.

"Please take action." Lin Chong said straightforwardly.

Upon hearing this, Wang Hongfu narrowed his slightly slender phoenix eyes slightly, and stroked the hilt of the sword: "Where is your weapon?"

"My hands are my weapons."

Lin Chong pulled his posture away, bent his knees and sank his shoulders, stretched his hand forward and hid it around his waist with the other hand, and there was a faint flow of dense and invisible qi on his body surface.

"Then won't I take advantage of you?"

Wang Hongfu flipped his wrist and crossed his sword's chest. The cold light of the phoenix eyes suddenly appeared: "Brother Lin, don't underestimate your sister, otherwise you will suffer a big loss."

"I didn't underestimate you."

Lin Chong's tone was still calm: "I'm better at using two fists to fight the enemy than weapons."

"Yeah?"

Wang Hongfu slowly drew his sword out of the sheath, threw the scabbard off the ring, revealing his silver-white and straight sword body: "Since that's the case, then I'll offend it."

It was not until this time that everyone could see the true face of the long sword in Wang Hongfu's hand.

This is an eight-sided Han sword. The sword body is three fingers wide and half an inch thick. It is as smooth as a mirror. It can be seen that it is a sharp weapon that can make a decision and cut iron like mud. Regardless of size, weight and sharpness, it is above ordinary long swords.

Wang Hongfu closed her eyes, and after two or three seconds, she opened it again.

"Swish!"

Two dazzling lightnings suddenly burst out from Wang Hongfu's eyes!

The lion also uses all his strength to fight against the rabbit, not to mention that the opponent is a famous master?

Before the battle began, Wang Hongfu entered the strongest state directly.

"Crazy!"

Wang Hongfu's dark green training suit was automatically without wind, dancing wildly, and circles of white airflow visible to the naked eye appeared around her body, just like ripples, centered on her and spreading in all directions.
Chapter completed!