my awesome boss

Chapter 800
Hua He clenched his fists angrily, and shouted angrily, "Do you want my son to live like this?"

Not afraid at all, Yue Yuanpeng pointed to Yue Chuxiang under the ring and said, "Hmph, your son made my son look like this, and I will make your son look like this too. We're evenly tied."

"What did you say?"

Hua He was furious. Regardless of the rules of the martial arts competition, he took a long step and rushed towards Yue Yuanpeng.

The people under the arena were also very surprised, and let out exclamations again and again.

"Hua He attacked Yue Yuanpeng, what's going on!"

"Does Hua He want to break the rules? Then the Hua family will be expelled from the next martial arts conference!"

Hua He blasted out a Tiger Roaring Fist, and a huge Tiger Head followed the shadow of the fist towards Yue Yuanpeng.

Just when Hutou was about to attack Yue Yuanpeng, a person suddenly jumped down from the tall building.

It's Yue Aotian!

Yue Aotian's feet landed in front of Yue Yuanpeng, and two cracks were immediately stepped on his feet.

Then, Yue Aotian slapped the tiger's head casually.

The two shock waves counteracted each other, and after a moment of stalemate, the tiger's head was suddenly scattered with a bang, and went towards the surrounding boulders.

Rumble.

In an instant, there was a loud noise, and the airflow scattered from the tiger's head hit the stone wall, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains.

The boulder flew horizontally and headed towards the auditorium.

Fortunately, the audience is also martial arts practitioners, and the huge boulders flew in, and they were easily resolved.

The duel between the two masters is just a round, and the judgment is determined.

The strength of Yue Aotian's resistance broke the tiger's head in all directions, and there was still energy left, his attainment is so high that one has to admire it.

"Hua He, the younger generation is competing, it's not good for us elders to intervene." Yue Aotian accepted his hand.

"Yue Aotian, look at your nephew using this kind of trick, shouldn't you teach him a lesson!" Hua He shouted loudly seeing his son still writhing in pain.

Yue Aotian sneered: "There is no rule in the meeting that fire cannot be used."

"You..." Hua He was in distress.

At this time, Zhou Shutong, the head of the Kunlun School, also jumped down from the tall building and landed between the two Patriarchs, saying: "The two Patriarchs don't want to fight. If you want to compete, please wait until the second round is over."

"But my son was burned like this..." Hua He gritted his teeth, but he couldn't help it. This was a martial arts competition, and life and death were at stake.

With a sigh, he dragged his son down in the ring, and the flames were slowly extinguished.

Hua Lingyun had been burned until his whole body was turned into black charcoal, but he survived by relying on his own qi refining.

Zhou Shutong and Yue Aotian jumped back to the tall building, Zhou Shutong announced: "The next round is the second round of finals, Yue Yuanpeng vs Xia Jian."

Yue Yuanpeng didn't end, he hooked his fingers at Xia Jian in the audience, his eyes were contemptuous, meaning: now it's your turn to die.

The audience in the audience all looked at Xia Jian. Just now they were half optimistic about Yue Yuanpeng and half optimistic about Xia Jian, but they all looked at Xia Jian with sympathy, as if Xia Jian had been sentenced to death.

"Xia Jian is more ominous this time than good, who said that Yue Yuanpeng's sword is so powerful."

"I also think that this sword is a magic weapon."

"Oh, I really don't want Xia Jian to lose to Yue Yuanpeng."

Many people in the audience put their hands together and prayed for Xia Jian. They all hoped for a miracle to happen. On the one hand, they supported justice, and on the other hand, they all hoped that the dark horse could counterattack.

Before the start of the competition, no one was optimistic about Xia Jian. Xia Jian was a dark horse that made it all the way to the finals. People liked to see this kind of dark horse counterattack story.

I saw that Xia Jian walked up the ring slowly, with a smile on his lips all the time, after he came up, he said: "Yue Yuanpeng, that sword of yours is not bad."

"Dharma tool, do you know?" Yue Yuanpeng said disdainfully, "You, an ignorant person like you, probably haven't even heard of it."

"Okay, since your weapon is so powerful, my broken whip will meet your flame sword."

Xia Jian touched his waist, flicked his wrist, and shook out a long and thin whip flowing with golden light.

"The golden python whip is here! Haha, brother Xia, kill him!"

Murong Yan in the audience was overjoyed, he was defeated by this mysterious whip, seeing Xia Jian shake out the golden python whip, he was more excited than Xia Jian!
"What kind of whip is this? How could it have such brilliance?" Yue Yuanpeng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This is a broken whip." Xia Jian laughed.

"Hmph, who are you lying to? This whip should also be a magic weapon, right? It seems that I underestimated you. Okay, then let's have a magic weapon showdown to see if it's your golden python whip or my flame sword." Great!" Yue Yuanpeng's expression was a little serious.

"Right on my mind."

Both of them put on a posture, and the people in the audience couldn't wait to see this good show.

Is it the golden python whip or the flame sword?
"I don't like this thin whip. I think the sword is more powerful."

"Me too. As long as the flame of the sword is sprayed to a point, the whole body will burn. I think this whip will definitely not be able to withstand it."

"I agree with you."

Several people discussed loudly.

"You idiots, you don't even know how powerful the golden python whip is. Just wait and see, the golden python whip can torture that sword to the point of doubting life." Murong Yan crossed her arms and sneered at the few people beside her.

These people shut up when they heard what the Murong family said, and looked at the stage obediently.

This time, Yue Yuanpeng chose to take the initiative to attack. He gave up the momentary power of drawing the sword, but directly pulled out the sword, threw away the scabbard, and rushed towards Xia Jian.

The sword in that hand was blazing.

"Fool, as long as the flame of my sword touches you a little bit, your whole body will burn, just wait for death!"

Yue Yuanpeng shouted loudly, and swung his sword towards Xia Jian.

The distance of the sword is still far from Xia Jian, it seems that he did not expect the sword itself to hurt Xia Jian, but relied on the flame on the sword.

The sword's flame spurted out, attacking Xia Jian like a poisonous snake.

"It's over, the flames are attacking Xia Jian."

"He can't escape!"

"Xia Jian is dead!"

Just when the flames attacked, Xia Jian twisted his wrist, and then the golden python whip danced on the ground, instantly forming an airtight protective circle.

The golden python whip is long and slender, it is almost as light as a feather in the hand, and it can dance into various shapes at will, which cannot be done by other magic tools.

"That's the trick." Murong Yan said coldly, with unparalleled confidence in the corner of her mouth, "No one can crack it."

bang bang.

The flames were bounced back by the defensive net composed of golden python whips, and attacked Yue Yuanpeng!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yue Yuanpeng immediately opened his body, and the flames brushed his body and slammed him backwards.

bang bang.

The flame hit a stone wall, and the flames immediately surrounded the stone wall and engulfed it.

(End of this chapter)