The master of the return of the immortal is speechless

Chapter 296 Come back!
He turned his head and looked at the other people, his eyes were as sharp as knives, which made the other people's hearts tremble. They would never dare to say what happened today, otherwise they would be in a bad situation. The other number one expert was sprayed with blood, which was too embarrassing.

"Reaper! Reaper!" Accompanied by the hag on the stage who was critically injured and was kicked by the 1.8-meter tall man in black vest, she slid on the ground for several meters and vomited blood, the cry of Reaper reached its peak.

"Hitch, stand up!" Many people were also shouting.

The boxing arena here is actually a gambling arena. Thousands of people watching the boxing fights have placed their bets. The hag is powerful, fierce, bloodthirsty and crazy.

The God of Death is a newly killed strongman, and his arms are as thick as ordinary people's legs, which is scary to look at, so the bets for the ghost of the Death God are five or five.

People who come here to fight are usually aggressive and can easily get a lot of money if they win.

However, for those who fight with fists, the outcome of the loser is mostly death!

The people present, or the people who came to the black market, are people who have special preferences in the big city with a radius of more than 100 miles and the surrounding cities. madness.

That god of death walked towards the hag with heavy steps, his muscles were bulging, and his vest was about to explode. It was terrifying. There was no doubt that he wanted to end the fight with one foot and win the final victory!

The hag tried to stand up, but there was nothing she could do, only struggling.

At that moment, a sense of desolation spread.

When she entered the boxing ring, she thought that there might be this moment, but she had no choice. This road was between life and death, so she could quickly gain strength.

Now, at this moment, it is still hard to accept.

She's not afraid of death, and living doesn't mean much anymore, but she still has a big revenge to avenge.

In the end, when the god of death came, she knelt down on one knee and stopped exerting herself. She supported herself with both hands, and the tip of her long hair was drenched with blood and sweat. She glanced at the ring with a look of regret in her eyes. Unfortunately, there was still too little time for her. No, the magical skill of passing the ring to her was not one step closer.

Hua Qinglei couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart, "Dad, what are we here for?"

This is an ordinary person's fist fight, it's called Death God, that is to say, she has learned some fists and kicks with strength, and that hag has a little bit of extraordinary aura on her body, but she is still far behind even in the first level of qi refining.

It's impossible that her father just came to watch boxing, right?And dozens of miles away, do you know that there is a boxing field here?

Seeing that the woman was about to die, she felt a little sympathetic and couldn't bear to watch it any longer. She could feel some sadness.

Hua Wuyu smiled, raised his head and glanced at the dragon master who was looking at them, the opponent's murderous aura was ready to go, very sharp, he had already felt it, it seemed that he could not avoid attacking here.

"You wait for me." Hua Wuyu said, and then jumped onto the ring.

Hua Qinglei and Mu Jiuqing looked at each other, not understanding what Hua Wuyu was going to do.

Suddenly someone came onto the stage, and the spectators wondered, who is this man with long hair and white gown?

After Hua Wuyu approached, he waved his hand, and the strong man who was about to kick the hag stepped back a few meters.

"Who are you, go down!" The crowd was still yelling, and they were about to declare victory. They had won the bet and were about to take the money.

Hua Wuyu ignored it, looked at the hag on the ground, then looked at the ring, and said, "Come back."

The hag raised her head, her crooked fingers straightened suddenly, and the ring flew out, and instantly landed on the hand of the young man in front of her.She panicked, but suddenly understood something, the ring vibrated again when it flew out, the excitement reached its peak, this, is its owner?
That's good, since she got it, she has always regarded it as a friend, and it's good that it can return to the owner!
"kill him!"

"Kill him!" The people below started shouting frantically.

The hag's pupils widened suddenly, and she shouted weakly and anxiously, "Go away!" This man is the owner of the ring, and she doesn't want him to have any problems.

As for whether the owner of the ring is very powerful, there is no time to think about it.

She saw the strong man suddenly hit the young man, rounding the muscles on his arms as if they were about to explode, his face was trembling with fierceness.

This level of strength is definitely enough to disable people.

Behind, there are a few more people who are the thugs who manage the place.

Hua Wuyu waved his hand, and the attacking strong man retreated back again and again!

Those thugs came at a much faster pace.

"Kill him! Kill him!" The shouts below did not stop, and compared to before, the shouts at this time were full of excitement. This man can actually block the god of death, with such strength, the thugs here will definitely rush Come on, let's have a big fight, which is much more exciting than boxing.

However, at the next moment, everyone closed their mouths and only let out a muffled groan. They felt that they were suddenly under unprecedented pressure, and the air suddenly became cold and thin, making it difficult to breathe. Everyone raised their heads and looked towards the second floor. s position.

Just looking at it like this, under the increasing pressure, they all fell to the ground.

On the second floor, someone jumped out in one step.

The man was walking in the void, step by step slowly walking towards the sky above the center of the boxing ring, his face was majestic, his imposing manner was like a fairy god, his clothes were blown by an incredible breath, and the air on that side boiled like a fire, with continuous ripples.

There was a bitter cold wind blowing through the entire boxing arena.

(End of this chapter)