Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

In the martial arts arena, a young man wearing a straw hat looked at the latest odds table.

Yan Mingzhe——1:4.8!

Yan Nujiao——1:1.6!

Not long after the game started, Yan Nujiao's odds dropped from 5.18 to 1.6.

This shows that in the eyes of the casino staff, Yan Nujiao's chance of advancing is very high now!

On the contrary, Yan Mingzhe's followers suffered heavy losses, and the possibility of advancing was much smaller, and the odds instantly soared to 4.8.

If it weren't for the strong strength shown by Long Wudi, the odds would probably have doubled again.

"Only 4.8 odds? The people in this casino are very cautious."

The straw hat man murmured in a low voice and turned away.

If Nanfeng was here, he would definitely recognize it at a glance. Isn't this the Flying Eagle of Longcheng?

In fact, not only the Flying Eagle, but also the Black Dog, the Canglang, the Poison Scorpion and others have come to the martial arts arena. They were all shaken by Long Wudi in the public toilet.

This group of masters from Longcheng are now distributed in various places in the martial arts arena, implementing Long Wudi's next plan.

On the No. 5 ring.

Nanfeng and Long Wudi fought back and forth, with fierce punches.

"Brother Feng, use some strength." Long Wudi whispered, "The old man in the sky is a master, don't let him see it."

"Damn, I've already used all my strength." Nanfeng gritted his teeth and said, "How about I take out the Gatling gun and fight you a few moves?"

Close combat is Nanfeng's weakness. If it were someone else, Nanfeng might still have the strength to fight with the suppression of equipment and level.

But his current opponent is Long Wudi.

Without using his own divine weapon, Nanfeng wants to win Long Wudi, which is purely a dream.

Long Wudi suddenly approached Nanfeng and whispered, "Take a grenade and throw it in my pocket."

Nanfeng was shocked: "Are you crazy? My grenade is very powerful."

While talking, the two did not stop punching and kicking, and left a piece of afterimage, Ola Ola Ola!

Nanfeng saw that Long Wudi did not seem to be joking, and immediately stuffed a grenade into his trouser pocket with lightning speed.

Bang!

At this moment, Long Wudi suddenly slapped Nanfeng's chest with a heavy palm. Nanfeng groaned and flew out like a cannonball.

Puff!

Blood sprayed all the way!

Yan Nujiao, who was watching the fight, exclaimed: "Xiaobu!"

Yan Mingzhe's frown finally relaxed: "Hehe, I knew A Kun could do it."

The audience looked at the ring and burst into warm cheers.

"Look, that chicken-headed guy is going to win!"

"Damn, I just bet on Yan Nujiao to win, a full ten thousand copper coins!"

"Don't panic, brothers, Yan Nujiao has another follower here, and that iceberg beauty didn't move from beginning to end, maybe she is the real master."

At this time on the ring, Long Wudi hugged his hands in front of his chest, with a smile on his face, revealing a wild and cool expression.

"Haha, that's all, I haven't even tried, and you fell down."

After that, Long Wudi looked at Man Ning proudly: "Next is you."

Man Ning's face was cold, seemingly calm, but in fact she was already complaining in her heart.

She was already injured, and just now she was shocked by Nanfeng's 'Earth-shattering Star', and her injuries worsened.

How could she fight Long Wudi?

"Ahem, I haven't lost yet... Don't underestimate me! Damn it!"

Nanfeng coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and stood up tremblingly.

It was unknown how much force Long Wudi had used in that palm strike just now. Nanfeng didn't feel much pain, and his health didn't drop too much. He just kept spitting blood and couldn't stop.

"You're already injured like this, and you're still coming?" Seeing Nanfeng standing up, Long Wudi sneered, "How much do you make a month? Do you need to work so hard?"

Nanfeng covered his chest and roared, "As long as I beat you, the boss will definitely give me more money! Ahhh! Fuel consumption!!"

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Nanfeng had a ferocious expression and punched Long Wudi in the air.

Boom!

A violent explosion suddenly occurred at the location where Long Wudi was, and a miniature mushroom cloud appeared.

"What! Lu Xiaobu still has the strength to fight?"

"I feel that this Earth-shattering Star is not as powerful as the first one. I guess he is already at the end of his strength."

"Nice! Lu Xiaobu is going to win!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. According to the law of smoke without injury, Duan Kun can definitely withstand this blow."

The audience whispered, and Yan Nujiao and Yan Mingzhe also looked at the ring nervously.

When the smoke dissipated, Long Wudi still kept his hands around his chest and appeared in front of everyone.

The clothes on his body were already tattered and could only cover the key parts.

The strange thing is that his chicken coop hair remained the same, not affected by the explosion at all.

"See, I said Duan Kun was okay!"

"Too fierce, these two people are too fierce! Where did the Yan family find these two perverts?"

"Wait, you see, Duan Kun is vomiting blood!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes were immediately focused on Long Wudi's face.

Sure enough, blood oozed from the corner of Long Wudi's mouth, and the contemptuous expression on his face slowly turned into shock, confusion, and unwillingness.

"How... is it possible..."

After saying this last sentence, Long Wudi fell to the ground with a bang and fainted.

Damn, it was so real... Nanfeng let out a long breath and looked at the old man in the sky.

The old man opened his cloudy eyes, took a look at the situation on the ring, and said indifferently: "Yan Nujiao, wins."

"Yeah!" Yan Nujiao clenched her pink fists and whispered, "More money, I must give Xiaobu more money!"

Yan Mingzhe's face was livid: "Little sister, what are you happy about? We are both injured and are making wedding clothes for others. Are you happy?"

Yan Nujiao quickly put away her smile.

Indeed, she didn't know what Nanfeng was thinking. With such strength, why did he have to challenge Yan Mingzhe's team?

Now that both of their teams were injured, it was estimated that neither of them could advance. It was a huge loss.

I will definitely be scolded by my father when I go back... Thinking of this, Yan Nujiao suddenly wilted.

A team of doctors quickly rushed to the No. 5 ring, ready to treat the injured Long Wudi.

But Long Wudi opened his eyes and staggered to his feet: "I don't need treatment."

Once treated by the doctor, Long Wudi will lose his qualification to compete. Then, wouldn't his and Nanfeng's acting for half a day be in vain?

"Are you sure?" A doctor looked Long Wudi up and down.

"Sure." Long Wudi stood up and slowly walked down the ring, "I want to continue the competition."

In the audience.

"What? Duan Kun still wants to continue the competition?"

"All five of his teammates have lost their qualifications to compete. He is the only one left, and he is injured. Who can he beat?"

"Ah, I'm going to lose a lot. I bought all of them on Yan Mingzhe!"

"I take back what I said before. They definitely didn't team up to cheat and delay time. They really fought!"

"Both sides were injured, and the injuries were very serious. The two Yan family teams basically have no chance of advancing."

In the stands, Yan Xiaoqi's face sank slightly.

Originally, with the two masters, Lu Xiaobu and Duan Kun, the two teams were sure to advance.

In the end, they actually fought with each other?

"Jiaojiao, go back and face the wall for three days and reflect on yourself." Yan Xiaoqi said calmly.

"Oh, I know, Uncle Seven." Yan Nujiao lowered her head dejectedly.

Seeing this, Yan Xiaoqi didn't say much and turned around and left the martial arts arena.

There was no need to continue watching the next game. Lu Xiaobu and Duan Kun were both seriously injured and would definitely not be able to defend the ring.

Yan Xiaoqi sighed: "This year's city lord position has been lost to our Yan family."