The best waste god

The commoner man faced the audience, clasped his fists with a smile and said, "Who else will come up and do a few tricks with this old man?"

Hearing this, the group of heroes in the audience looked around one after another, as if to see who was going to fight.

However, there was silence in the audience, and there was no reaction for a long time. It could be seen that this person's name was not in vain. For a moment, the arena that was in full swing became silent, and everyone was waiting for the "early bird".

The old man in civilian clothes smiled indifferently: "Old brothers, this is the last two games. If you miss this time, friends who are not from the sect will not be eligible to come up."

Having said that, Weng Weng's discussion arose in the audience.

"It seems that there is no chance this time. This person's martial arts is so high, we will die if we go up!"

"Hey -- what can I do about it? Who asked someone else to be born first? They practiced kung fu a few years earlier than you and me. If you can't play this time, let's do it next time!"

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Daoist Baiqing, the master of the Purple Cloud Temple, stood angrily at the entrance of the left shed, looked at the rows of benches behind the ring, and asked angrily: "Would any of you four be willing to compete on stage and compete with experts from various sects and sects?" Overlord's right?"

When Nangong Haotian heard this, he raised his head and looked down the arena, and saw several rows of benches on that side, surrounded by hemp ropes, and there were indeed four people sitting on it.

One of the four people included the short and fat man who had won three games in a row just now, and the other three were all tall and full of air, and the faint mighty power that they exuded was enough to make one's heart tremble.

However, when asked by Taoist Baiqing at this time, all four of them seemed hesitant, not knowing why.

When Daoist Baiqing saw it, he was obviously very angry. He focused on the four of them, and said in an emphatic tone: "If you miss this opportunity, you won't have the chance to be on the stage. The poor Taoist advises you four to take turns to try on the stage."

Hearing this, the commoner man couldn't help but looked up and laughed, "Daoist Baiqing, I don't care about the overlord's throne, so why do you force others to make things difficult for you?"

Daoist Baiqing said angrily: "As one of the deacons of the conference, Daoist Poverty has the responsibility to explain the rules of the conference to the martial arts friends who participated in the competition..."

Just as the word "Ji" was uttered, there was a sudden sound from under the stage - "I'll meet you!"

Amidst the violent shouting, he flew onto one person.

The group of heroes in the audience saw that it was the short and fat man who had won three games in a row just now.

The commoner man smiled peacefully, nodded again and again, and praised, "Okay, okay, just now you won three games in a row, the old man has seen it in the audience, your foundation is good, and you have the hope of taking over the southeast martial arts."

The short and fat man raised his brows and asked proudly: "So, you are going to give up this overlord throne to me? Then I will accept it reluctantly!"

The old man in civilian clothes smiled indifferently, shook his head and said: "No, the so-called doing your part, you have to use some real skills and hard work. If the old man gives you this game, you will lose the next game, wouldn't it be a pity?"

The short and fat man was furious, and shouted loudly: "How dare you make fun of me, old boy."

Amid the loud shouts, he took two quick steps, swung his right fist violently, and punched the old man's face with a whoosh.

The old man in common clothes laughed, his body remained motionless, and as soon as he raised his hand, he clenched the short and fat man's fist.

The short and fat man was taken aback, his fat face was flushed, he struggled hard and shouted loudly, but the old man in commoner clothes still smiled and stood still, like a Mount Tai, which would not move even if it was blown by wind and rain.

Aunt Shan snorted and said angrily: "As an elder, martial arts are naturally superior to others, even if the other party calls him an old boy, he shouldn't play tricks on others..."

Shangguan Xiaowan had already noticed that Nangong Haotian was frowning and his expression was uncertain. She was afraid that he would be upset for a while, and she would go on stage to fight, and she quickly nudged Aunt Shan with her elbow.

However, how did Shangguan Xiaowan know that although Nangong Haotian looked at the ring with his eyes, he was thinking of something else?He has been unable to find Shangguan Mie for a long time, and it is not easy for so many people to see Shangguan Mie. He is already a little anxious. If he can't kill Shangguan Mie today, with his cunning, he doesn't know how long it will take to get a chance next time. .

While thinking about it, Nangong Haotian thought: The only feasible strategy for now is to lure the enemy into the shell. He first stands in the open and lures Shangguan Mie to come to him automatically, or plot against him.

Of course, this is too dangerous, but he thinks that apart from this time, it will be difficult to find out the exact whereabouts of Shangguan Mie. After thinking for a while, he must take the risk this time.

Moreover, Nangong Haotian, who possesses the Trash Transformation God Art, may not be afraid of anyone. As long as he is careful, with such a unique skill as the Hand of God, it may be difficult to find a stronger one in the whole world.

However, Nangong Haotian was also worried that he pretended to be an old devil and went to find Liu Qingqing last night. Liu Qingqing was deeply afraid that Shangguan Mie would secretly kill him, so he entangled Shangguan Mie today.

Otherwise, why Liu Qingqing didn't show up today, you must know that she is the instigator of this battle for supremacy!The owner didn't come, it seems that there must be something unusual about this matter.

Just as he was thinking, the whole temple suddenly burst into exclamation.

Nangong Haotian hurriedly took a look, and saw the old man in commoner clothes on the stage shaking his hands slightly, the sweaty short and fat man groaned, stomped repeatedly, waved his arms, and swayed his body to the side of the stage recede.

If he continued to retreat, most likely he would not be able to stand firmly on the stake, and he might fall down the stage. This was the reason why all the heroes in the audience exclaimed.

At this moment, a figure flashed, and he jumped onto one of them, and stretched out his arms to support the backed body of the short, fat and strong man.

Nangong Haotian quickly took a closer look, and found that the person who flew up to the ring to support the short and fat man was the middle-aged man in the yellow shirt who was sitting next to the fat man just now.

The old man in common clothes was stunned, and just as he was about to say someone, the middle-aged man had already supported the fat man and flew off the ring.

Seeing this funny scene, the discussion among the audience was full of excitement and became even more enthusiastic, obviously a little dissatisfied with the behavior of the commoner man.

The commoner man looked calm, looked at Taoist Baiqing who was still standing in the left shed, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Immortal Baiqing, I think the old man will be promoted after only playing two games. We will see you in the afternoon. Anyone can challenge the old..."

But before he finished speaking, the trembling and anxious Daoist Baiqing suddenly shouted angrily: "Wait a minute..."

The old man in civilian clothes was stunned and asked: "Why, do you want to go on stage early and make gestures with me, this old man?"

Daoist Baiqing was so angry that his small eyes sparkled, his old face was ashen, and he said: "Don't rely on your old age to sell your old age, and rely on your skills to overwhelm others. How dare you say that there are no masters in the southeast martial arts? How dare you say that there is no one among the heroes in the audience like you, old man Liang Son's rival?"

The old man in commoner laughed and said: "I don't dare to praise Haikou, the southeast martial arts, hidden dragons and crouching tigers, there are many amazing masters, but then again, there are no tigers in the mountains, monkeys are called kings, if the masters don't show up, then the overlord of the southeast martial arts should be I'll do it."

"Amitabha!" Master Qingran standing at the entrance of the colorful shed on the right proclaimed the Buddha's name loudly, and said, "All benefactors in the audience, if no one comes to the stage, this third round will be..."