The strongest starting system

Chapter 186 Miss Yun

Wu Niu has a strong physique, thick arms, and an extremely powerful explosive force emanating from the muscles on his body. It can be seen that it is due to years of body training, and he has the realm of the eighth heaven of martial arts, so his strength is indeed strong.

And Hou Ming looks like a thin monkey, but no one will underestimate him because of this.

Hou Ming is quite well-known in Xuanshui City. Although he has been doing some stealthy business all day long, his strength is still not to mention, he has the strength of a martial artist.

Both of them know that they can't win the first place with their own strength, but being able to fight in full view is also a kind of promotion of fame.

This is a good thing.

"Drink!" Wu Niu attacked first, his bulky body was really fast, and he punched Hou Ming with great power, and a ray of light burst out from his fist.

"Brute force, what's the point?" Hou Ming smiled disdainfully, took out a dagger from the storage ring, and suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Wu Niu.

"Die!" Hou Ming's eyes flashed fiercely, and the dagger quietly slashed towards his waist.

Although Wu Niu looked stupid, he had already taken precautions, and when he turned around, he punched him.

When the dagger collided with his fist, Hou Ming felt an irresistible force coming from him. He couldn't grasp the dagger in his hand for an instant, and fell backward.

Wu Niu roared angrily, took advantage of the victory to pursue, jumped up, and pressed heavily towards Hou Ming like a heavy falling.

puff.

A bloody eyeball rolled down in front of Zhao Wushuang. He looked at the situation on the field and found that Hou Ming had already been crushed into a puddle of mud, and this eyeball broke out of his body precisely because of the huge force.

"Bah, you're just a skinny monkey." Wu Niu stood up slowly, and spat at Hou Ming's body, his eyes full of disdain.

Soon there were special people cleaning up the battlefield. They picked up the corpses that were already a layer of paper, and cleaned the entire arena again, as if the battle had never happened.

"Who else will challenge me?" Wu Niu's voice was so loud that it spread throughout the martial arts arena.

"Let me try!" After speaking, a young man walked onto the ring with a sword in his hand. This man had a handsome face, and he looked harmless to humans and animals.

"Report your name quickly, I, Wu Niu, don't have any unknown ghosts under my command!" Wu Niu stepped on the sole of his foot, and the whole arena shook.

"I am Ma Xingkong from the north of the city." The young man introduced with an indifferent expression.

"So you are that little swordsman from the north of the city. Today I, Wu Niu, want to see what you are capable of!" Wu Niu immediately charged and punched him.

Broken Mountain Fist!
Wu Niu's fist was slowly enlarged in Ma Xingkong's eyes, and a terrifying power spread instantly. This fist seemed to have the power to smash mountains, and it seemed that nothing could stop him.

Keng!
Everyone saw a flash of light, and Wu Niu stopped suddenly when he was about to touch Ma Xingkong's figure. His face was still ferocious, but he stopped here as if he had been cast a body-holding technique.

He didn't see Ma Xingkong's movements at all, but only saw his hand holding the sword tremble slightly.

After a while, blood gushed out crazily like a fountain, Wu Niu's body was split in two, and he fell to the ground, his eyes were still wide open, and there seemed to be a faint doubt in the depths of his eyes.

It seemed to be wondering what the light was just now.

Ma Xingkong cupped his fists at the crowd and said, "May I ask if there is any other hero who wants to come up and fight with me?"

Appreciation flashed across Zhao Wushuang's eyes. Maybe many people didn't see the sword clearly just now, but he saw it clearly. Cut Wu Niu directly in half, and then retract the sword.

He did it in one go, without any procrastination. Although he only has the realm of the Ninth Heaven of Martial Master, his understanding of swordsmanship is not low at all.

What followed was an endless battle. Although Ma Xingkong was strong, he was no match for the wheel battle. He was quickly defeated. The new champion was the strongest of the Martial King Three Heavens.

Zhao Wushuang was a little bored watching it, but the fat man beside him watched it with relish, roaring non-stop, cheering for the people on the stage.

Zhao Wushuang thinks this fat man is very cute, but he is a man of true temperament.

As time passed, the enthusiasm of the people did not decrease at all, but increased. They were all looking forward to the next battle.

"Patriarch Yun, what do you think of this son?" A middle-aged man was sitting next to Yun Sheng. This man's face was a bit gloomy, and he seemed to be a perennial scheming man.

"What does Patriarch Huang think?" Yun Sheng asked with a slight smile.

"Although the strength is only in the third heaven of Wuwang, but the control of the artistic conception is not bad, it is worth cultivating." Huang Depeng smiled slightly, staring at the young people on the stage.

"So, is Patriarch Huang trying to win over this person?" Yun Sheng asked with interest.

"Of course, if he can survive." Huang Depeng said lightly with a flash of light in his eyes.

Although the two had a happy chat, many people knew that the Yun family and the Huang family were at odds with each other. This was a dispute between the two big families in Xuanshui City.

The setting sun was slowly setting, and the battle was still going on like a raging fire. From the ring master of the third heaven of Wu Wang to the seventh heaven of Wu Wang, there were constant battles in the arena, but there was no damage at all. I don't know what kind of material it is made of.

On an attic, Yun Lan held a teacup in her hand, watched the battle below, scanned all the people below, and finally found Zhao Wushuang in the crowd. He smiled with satisfaction and nodded slightly.

"It seems that you are still here."

And on the attic in front of the martial arts arena, a graceful woman stood in front of the window, her bones were as clear as ice, she was as beautiful as a fairy, her slender waist was lightly grasped, her figure was beautiful, and three thousand black hairs were slowly sprinkled on her face. on the back.

What they said was right, Miss Yun's family was indeed very beautiful, but she didn't seem happy today, her eyes were dull, and she looked indifferently at the crowd who were fighting wildly below.

"Miss, the Patriarch has said that you can't show up yet." A maid next to her kindly reminded her, looking embarrassed.

But Ms. Yun didn't respond, she felt bitter, she was just a weak woman after all, unable to control her own destiny in this era, and could only be reduced to a tool for marriage.

"Miss!" The maid reminded again.

Miss Yun nodded slightly and said, "I see."

The sound was like a clear spring, and the maid gritted her teeth and exited the room.

Miss Yun looked at the countless figures watching the theater below, and her heart was extremely complicated. Suddenly, her eyes focused on a person, and her heart was in turmoil.

"Is it him?" A thought flashed in Ms. Yun's mind, but she quickly suppressed it. She shook her head with a wry smile and said inwardly, "This person doesn't look like him at all. How could he come?"

Then, Ms. Yun slowly closed the window, sat on her dressing table and looked at the face in the mirror. Inadvertently, a tear slipped from the eye socket, and finally fell to the ground, torn apart.

(End of this chapter)