Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

The two of them looked at each other coldly, and the anger in their hearts could be imagined, because this matter naturally became the opposite.

Next to Cheng Qiang sat a man with a dark-brown complexion. He looked thin and not tall, and looked like a South Asian generation.

Especially after Cheng Qiang spoke a few words in his ear, the man's sharp eyes shot directly, staring at Shi Nai'an without blinking, making Shi Nai'an uncomfortable.

"The man looks like he is learning Muay Thai, he is probably a hidden guy."

Naturally, Yu Wen Xiongba was not intimidated by the sharp eyes, and now he is also considered a master of the generation.

Master Chang also nodded at this moment, and said bluntly: "This person is not easy, I am afraid I will meet him later."

"Try it, surrender if it doesn't work."

Master Chang frowned slightly and said, "How can I surrender without a last resort."

"Master Chang is good, I am optimistic about you, this time I bet big."

"President Shi rest assured, I will try my best to win the game."

At this time, the host of the venue also stepped onto the ring, looking at the people around him with a warm smile on his face.

"Every family and even the town's business leaders, the annual Sushen Conference has begun again. I think everyone has been looking forward to it for a long time."

"This year is the same as in previous years. Everyone will learn from each other, betting little and happy and hurting the body."

The host didn't say much, but simply made a hot spot, and then an old man stepped onto the ring.

Lao Tzu Ming has a rickety figure, looks weak and very thin, but no one looks down at him, instead he looks admiringly.

Although the old man looks fragile on the outside, he is actually a serious and respected boss, and he has a very high reputation in the martial arts world, and most people have to call it a grand old man when he sees it.

"This year's veteran and talented, I have won the love of everyone to be qualified for the position of referee."

Everyone applauded, which is regarded as respect for Mr. Sheng. "

"Then draw lots to decide the first match."

The old man took a piece of paper at random in a prepared box, opened it, and read the Cheng family impressively on it.

"Well, this first game started from the Cheng family."

Patriarch Cheng stood up at this moment, looked around, with a smile on his face, said: "I didn't expect this year's top spot to fall into my hands, then I'll throw in some ideas and let everyone enjoy a contest first."

Family Master Cheng looked at Shi Naian, and naturally wanted to challenge him.

"Patriarch, shall we start this first game?"

Shi Naian also stood up, his face recovered calmly, and said indifferently: "Then what is Patriarch Cheng going to use for betting?"

"Well, how about the facades of the two streets in the west of the city?"

The facades of the two streets are also worth at least 200 million, which shocked a group of people.

"As soon as Patriarch Cheng came on the court, he gambled on the two streets, so proud."

"The Cheng family is naturally curious. In recent years, all the families have been overwhelmed by him."

"I think the Cheng family and the Shi family have resentment. After all, the Cheng family had an accident and the Shi family fell into trouble."

"A shopping mall is like a battlefield. Everyone's interests are paramount, and there can be no close friends."

"There is a good show to see here. I don't know what kind of masters the Cheng family will send this year."

"Yes, take a good look, I really want the facades of the two streets of the Cheng family."

The rules of the game are very simple. The first game is drawn. The winner wins the loser's bet and continues to the next round. Anyone can play the corresponding bet. If they win, they get the other's bet.

Of course, you can rest after winning three games, after all, a master cannot be a perpetual motion machine.

Hearing Cheng Qiang's bet on two streets, Shi Naian couldn't help but said with a smile: "Patriarch Cheng is proud, then I won't hide it. What about the villa, it's worth about 200 million now."

Hearing the villa, Cheng Qiang was furious and said directly: "Okay, you lose the villa to me!"

Cheng Qiang naturally sent in the brown-black man he was whispering just now. When he came on the court, he had a very powerful aura, as if he was going to rule the entire arena.

Shi Naian looked towards Master Chang, his eyes full of expectation: "Master Chang, it's up to you."

"Don't worry, I must have beaten that kid to cry for father and mother."

Master Chang turned around in a flash and jumped directly into the ring, drew a group of people present to cheer.

"Sure enough, the Shi family sent Master Chang directly."

"Hmph, the Tarshi family is just a Master Chang, which is the case every year."

"Others can afford Master Chang, so what can you do."

There was more discussion in the stands, but the competition in the arena started.

Master Chang gestured to the brown-black man, but the brown-black man directly cut his throat.

Naturally, Master Chang was full of anger, and he looked directly at Lao Sheng beside him: "Lao Sheng announces the start."

"Okay, I declare the game officially started."

At the beginning of the game, the two sides did not shake hands ceremoniously at all. The smell of gunpowder was full, but the brown and black man received Cheng Qiang's death order.

The black-brown man took the lead and directly attacked Master Chang with a high whip leg. The sound of breaking through the air was so clear that a group of people changed their colors.

"This brown and black man is not easy."

"The Cheng family doesn't know where to invite such a master."

"There is a good show to watch now."

Facing the brown-black man's foot, Master Chang didn't care about it, and directly ran his spiritual power with both hands, resisting this move.

"But that's it."

Master Chang sneered, clenched his fists in both hands, and leaped towards the black-brown man, his spiritual power rushing toward his chest.

Master Chang is using spiritual power, the power is naturally extremely powerful, and many people change their colors for it.

"It's like a life and death battle."

But the brown-black man didn't have a trace of fear, and his sharp eyes revealed a sneer of disdain.

Master Chang's double fists hit the brown and black man's chest, but they were bounced back, and after a few laps, they stopped.

"Your body is so strong?!"

The brown-black man shook his head, obviously disdainful of Master Chang's attack, and stretched out his fingers to express his disdain.

Master Chang was furious and attacked again, which was considered to be a powerful force. He wanted to let this brown and black man know how powerful it was.

But his strong blow was easily resisted by the black-brown man, who didn't use his spiritual power from beginning to end, how terrifying.

Master Chang has changed color, and Yuwen Xiongba and even Shi Naian in the audience have also changed colors, knowing that this brown-black man is by no means easy.

"Could it be that he is a master of ancient martial arts in South Asia?"

As soon as Yuwen Xiongba's words fell, the brown-black man leaped forward, with a magnificent elbow blow, coupled with a low leg sweep, causing Master Chang to directly injured and fell to the ground.

Not only that, the brown-black man did not let it go, and rushed to Master Chang again, directly locking his neck, and hitting his Tianling Gai with an elbow.

Master Chang fell weakly, defeated.