There were more and more people. Masters from the secular world, including three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounded the pavilion in the middle. At this time, a man finally stood up and started to challenge. The man walked out was a thin man in his forties. The man was wearing a black dress and a scarf tied to his head. He stood there casually, and the people standing outside actually felt a sense of suffocation.

Some people started to talk in the crowd: "Do you know who is this senior?"

"I heard that I was the number one master in Morocco. This aura actually caused the breath in my body. I felt that my blood was about to boil and my breath was going to be disordered."

"The strong one who breaks the void is definitely the strong one who breaks the void!"

"I didn't expect that there was such a hermit master in this world!"

"Hehe, he is not considered a hidden world. He is the strongest man in Morocco and the patron saint of Morocco. Therefore, people in the dark world rarely go to Morocco to cause trouble!"

"I have heard of it before. It is said that this strong man can rank among the top even if he looks at the world. He is just low-key on weekdays, so no one knows him."

The man moved his body and punched two casually, and the air fluctuated.

Several people in the pavilion looked at each other and said, "I didn't expect that this level of master can come out of the secular world, and it is also the early stage of breaking the void."

When they heard that this person's strength had reached the early stage of breaking the void, the people outside showed respect and fear.

The Moroccan strongman looked into the pavilion, and his eyes were dazzling and sharp. His tone was calm and calm, and he said lightly: "The ancient martial arts sect and other countries have agreed to come out to accept disciples, but they can't cause trouble too much. It seems that your ancient martial arts sect has been closed for too long and has lacked awe for the outside world."

Yuchi Ba suddenly jumped out of the pavilion, and his fingers were clattering straight, and his voice was as loud as a bell, making others' ears buzzing. He grinned and said, "It seems that you should be one of the best masters in the secular world. No wonder you are so arrogant when you speak. Let me educate you well! Remember my name, Yuchi Ba of the Liehuo Sect!"

The Moroccan strong man said calmly: "Moroccan, Gram!"

His voice was calm, but the energy on the surface of his body seemed to have already started to burn. The violent aura made everyone feel suffocated and hot.

There was also flame burning in Yuchiba's eyes. He laughed and said, "I didn't expect that, Gram, you happen to be my Yuchiba's best sparring opponent!"

Yuchi Ba laughed wildly, and there were flames burning on his appearance. It was not the real flame, but the hot energy. Then the two rushed towards each other at the same time. Every time they took a step, the ground trembled violently, and then began to crack and gravel splashed.

Yuchi Ba's boxing skills are fierce and domineering, and each punch is power that can break a rock. Gram's boxing skills are agile. The two people fight more than a hundred moves in a blink of an eye. Everyone was dazzled and thrilling. In their opinion, no matter whether it is any of these two people, even a casual punch, it is enough to directly kill them.

Even to the end of the fight, everyone could no longer see the figures of these two people. At this time, the two people suddenly separated and flew backwards at the same time. Yuchi Ba flew several meters away before he stopped. Then he laughed wildly: "Have fun, feel happy! Gram, you lost!"

The Gram fell to the ground, and a trace of blood bleeded from the corner of his mouth. According to the move, the two of them were not the same method, but they were both exquisite and difficult to distinguish. According to the realm, they were both in the early stage of breaking the void, but this Yuchi Ba used more exquisitely than him in terms of true qi, and almost did not waste any real qi. Therefore, although the true qi of the two of them was the same, the strength they exerted was completely different. Yuchi Ba was slightly better than him.

Gram sighed slightly and said, "I lost!"

At this time, Hou Zijian suddenly said: "I see the candidate I want."

He suddenly took action and rushed into the crowd. All the people who wanted to stop him were shocked by him. Then a boy who seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old was grabbed by him. He grabbed the boy and flew back to the pavilion.

A middle-aged man in his forties roared angrily: "Let go of my son!"

The middle-aged man rushed out of the crowd and punched him. His power actually reached the peak of Gangjin. The crowd exclaimed: "Isn't this the 'angry fist' Zhang Beihai who has lived in seclusion for many years? I didn't expect him to come too!"

Hou Zijian snorted coldly, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and a sword cut off Zhang Beihai's throat like a meteor outside the sky. The strength of the two was only one layer different, but it was a very different layer.

Hou Zijian put his sword into the sheath, and the young man who was grabbed by him yelled angrily: "You killed my dad, you killed my dad!"

Hou Zijian knocked the boy out of the air and said, "This person belongs to me."

Yuchi Ba walked back to the pavilion and said loudly: "I'm afraid it's wrong? Didn't he agree to have stone scissors and cloth?"

Xia Changdong said lightly: "If you don't follow the promise, then it depends on who is stronger?"

Hou Zijian then realized that the most powerful person here was Xia Changdong. He immediately threw the young man on the ground next to him and said, "Stone scissors and cloth."

These people gathered together, together with stone scissors and cloth, and finally won it was Yuchi Ba. Yuchi Ba laughed and said, "I am lucky, I know that the master should send me out."

Others saw these people so excessively, they caught people at random, and distributed them in such a way that made them feel ashamed, as if they were exchanged like goods. Everyone was angry, but they could do nothing, because their strength was indeed a little worse than the other party.

At this time, the crowd began to get restless, and they shouted loudly: "Why haven't Mr. Long come yet?"

"Yes, Mr. Long should come forward at this time."

"Or Master Buddha can do it, you have to come up with a lesson to teach these arrogant people."

These people started arguing one by one, and Xia Changdong's face looked a little ugly, because he thought that he had just lost to Young Master Long, who had injured himself, which was an indescribable shame, but he would not tell anyone here.

There was a lot of yelling around, and Yu Mei'er suddenly smiled charmingly and said, "Don't compete with me for these two!"

She flew into the crowd like a butterfly. No one of them resisted or dodged. They were all immersed in her moving figure and fragrance. Two young men with good figures were caught directly from the crowd by him, and then flew back to the pavilion. Yu Mei'er looked at them with charming eyes and asked with a giggle: "Would you like to go back with me? Hum?"

The two young men shook their heads wildly as if they had gained and lost their hearts, "Happy, happy."

Yu Mei'er smirked in a moment, and was very proud.

The other people glanced at the two men Yu Mei'er caught. They were just handsome and had a good figure. They didn't see any particularly decent root bones. They seemed to have taken them back as tools for collecting yang and replenishing yin, so they were too lazy to grab them.

The other people swept towards the crowd. For them, deterring the masters of this world is only one of the purposes. The important purpose is to attract all the masters, and then they choose the target and bring them back to the sect.

Xia Changdong's eyes suddenly lit up and he flew towards the crowd. Several people in front of him were pierced by his long sword. For a moment, blood flowed into the crowd. Those people didn't want to stop him, but they just didn't have time to dodge, but they died because of this. Then he grabbed a young man in his early twenties in the crowd. The young man seemed to be the one he liked.

However, before his hand could catch it, he felt a powerful aura hitting his face, and then a Zen stick hit him directly on his head. Hou Zijian made a sword to block it. With a tingling sound, he was directly shocked by this huge force and was unable to hit the dragon gate in the crowd. The drunkard top laughed and said, "Happy, please see if you can take a few more moves!"

Liu Zhen smiled unrestrainedly, "You monkeys who jumped out of nowhere, really think that no one in this world can cure you? Oh, and that one is called something... Xia Changdong, right? Don't be too embarrassed. You know that our Longmen sect leader had fought with Wei Sihai and Tokugawa Motoshi some time ago, and had been seriously injured. You are recuperating now. You actually took this opportunity to challenge my sect leader. How about it? You are defeated?"

Xia Changdong felt his face full of burning. Only then did the other people from the ancient martial arts sects realize that Xia Changdong had challenged Mr. Long, among the two eldest sons, and had never even beaten the injured Mr. Long.

Zui Droopou cursed: "Although the master of the sect has defeated you, the master of the sect was originally very serious, but now it has affected his physical injuries. Otherwise, he would have come over long ago and crushed you all one by one!"

Xia Changdong gritted his teeth and said, "It's nonsense. I have fought with Mr. Long, but the two masters in the dark world are just that. I can't do anything to him, and he can't do anything to me."

When many secular masters in the crowd heard Xia Changdong say this, they all burst into laughter. Just now, they were killed and killed by these people from the ancient martial arts world as poultry and livestock, and snatched them from the crowd. At this time, the people from Longmen came, and they finally had a backbone.

Mo Long looked at Xia Changdong and emitted an extremely dangerous aura. His tone was calm, the calmer he was, the more dangerous he was: "You said that our Longmen leader is just like this, and it depends on whether the knife in my hand agreed."

After feeling the terrifying aura of Mo Long, the young masters of these ancient martial arts sects all changed their faces, and the ones that made them terrified were still behind.

Before Mo Long could take action, a blurred figure suddenly appeared in the center of the venue, and the figure became clearer and clearer. He was wearing a long robe and a golden mask. The Buddha Master stood here at some point!

Mo Long let go of the knife in his hand, and the murderous aura dissipated. At this moment, the Buddha's tone did not know whether it was joy or anger, and said calmly: "Is it just that you want to challenge the martial artists in the world? There is no need to be so troublesome. I am the only one, so you can go together."

These people looked at each other and felt a deep fear from each other's eyes. Even when facing the elders in the door, they had never felt this way. The feeling seemed to be that the other party was a lion, and they were just insignificant ants under the feet of the lion.

Shouldn’t the masters of the ancient martial arts sect be arrogant? Shouldn’t they easily step on these small figures in the secular world? How did this turn out to be like this?

The five of them were extremely panicked, and then they could not bear the fear. At the same time, they attacked Master Buddha. The five masters who broke the void all had a full blow. When they turned around, each of them found that a pair of eyes suddenly appeared in front of them.

That's right, just a pair of eyes.
Chapter completed!