Chapter 483 The Opportunity to Win (3)

"What are you? In the duel of the iron daring gate, is it your turn to speak?" Hu Gaoyi glanced at Chen Xiaobei disdainfully.

The eyes of the surrounding disciples also gathered, revealing a strong hostility.

The sect competition is a very serious matter, how can a hairy boy be interrupted?

The Sect Master Hu Haifeng just squinted his eyes and continued to close his eyes, not even bothering to look at Chen Xiaobei.

"I'm Uncle Murong's friend! I'll fight for him in this battle!" Chen Xiaobei said straight to the point.

"Made is mentally retarded!" Hu Gaoyi rolled his eyes and said mockingly, "Do you know what stupid things you are talking about? Are you on behalf of Murong Tian? Are you dying for him?"

"This kid must be a lunatic! Duel with our young master? It's really impatient to live!"

"I think he's here to be a scapegoat for Murong Tian!"

"There are idiots every year, especially this year! I thought Murong Tian was an idiot if he didn't admit defeat, but I didn't expect more idiots to come and die!"

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The surrounding disciples sneered, looking at Chen Xiaobei with a pair of eyes, full of teasing and contempt, as if looking at an idiot.

"Xiao Bei! Don't meddle in this matter!" Murong Tian frowned and glared at Murong Xiaoyao displeasedly, as if blaming his daughter and not dragging Chen Xiaobei into the water.

Murong Xiaoyao and Jin Liu were also anxious, and whispered to Chen Xiaobei not to mess around.

Chen Xiaobei turned a deaf ear, just looked at Hu Gaoyi coldly, and said, "Dare you, one word!"

Hu Gaoyi raised his eyebrows and said with a wicked smile: "If you want to die, I will definitely fulfill you! But we have rules, we can only fight one by one! No one else can interfere! After I abuse Murongtian first, I will run over you to death. This little ant!"

"This..." Chen Xiaobei frowned slightly, and glanced sideways at Hu Haifeng, the sect master who was still closing his eyes and resting.

Ding - Cultivation: Late stage of Qi training, physique: 15000, combat power: 15000!

The strength of this old thief is too strong, even if he sacrifices bloody chaos, there is no certainty of victory!

Directly robbing people will definitely not work!

Chen Xiaobei quickly considered other ways in his mind, and said loudly, "Uncle Murong! Hold on! I'll find a way!"

"Yeah." Murong Tian nodded symbolically, but he didn't hold any hope at all.

This is a duel in the arena, and others can't intervene, what else can they think of?

"Murong Tian, ​​I'll give you one last chance, admit defeat?" Hu Gaoyi grinned and clenched his fists tightly.

"No! For the sake of my daughter! Even if I die, I won't admit defeat!" Murong Tian's eyes were cold and determined.

"Dad..." The softest part of Murong Xiaoyao's heart was deeply touched, and the tears couldn't help but flow down again.

"Oops...Oops..." Jin Liu's face was also very ugly, and he was extremely nervous.

But at this moment, Chen Xiaobei was on the phone with someone else.

"Mountain hammer!"

Murong Tian let out a low roar, his fists clenched tightly, and the divine figure jumped up first, from top to bottom, smashing hard on the top of Hu Gaoyi's head!

The 5,000 combat power broke out in an all-round way, and it really had the power to split the ground and open up mountains!

"Spicy chicken! With this little combat power, you still don't admit defeat?"

The corner of Hu Gaoyi's mouth showed strong disdain, his figure did not dodge or avoid, he directly raised his right fist on the spot, without any moves, all relying on brute force to meet Murong Tian's double fists!

"boom!"

Hearing a muffled sound, Hu Gaoyi smashed Murong Tian's frame with a punch with an absolute strength advantage.

"Crack!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sound, and Murong Tian's left arm was dislocated, causing him to scream in pain.

"Dad! Brother Murong!" Murong Xiaoyao and Huanhua remembered screaming.

Chen Xiaobei was furious, his eyes burst out with a real killing intent, and he locked Hu Gaoyi tightly, but he did not put down the phone, and said eagerly: "Answer the phone! Answer the phone..."

"This is the price you pay for not admitting defeat!" Hu Gaoyi didn't stop at all, rushed over and kicked Murong Tian's rib.

"Kakkaka..."

A crisp sound came, and at least three of Murong Tian's right ribs were broken. He stepped back five steps in a row.

"dad!!!"

Murong Xiaoyao screamed hysterically, and she burst into tears. If it wasn't for Jin Liu's stubbornness, she would have already rushed to the stage!

"Haha! The young master is mighty! The young master is domineering!"

"Brother Qingteng North, in front of our young master, he is a scum! Hahaha..."

"As expected of our young master! Entering the Xuanjian Gate in the future, he is Liu Chunyi's junior brother, let's follow suit!"

"That's needless to say? Our young master has a bright future!"

...

The surrounding disciples cheered one after another, and they all flattered wildly, almost blowing Hu Gaoyi into the sky!

"Pharaoh! Do you still curse today?" Chen Xiaobei's phone was finally connected.

The crowd was chaotic, and no one noticed the movement on his side.

"There's only one left today... I've used it too much recently, and the fans are not buying it... What should I do?" On the other end of the phone, Lao Wang's anxious voice came.

"It's your chance to become a fan! I'm opening a video call now, you can connect the screen directly, and then curse that ugly man!" Chen Xiaobei explained the plan in one breath.

After playing the live broadcast for so many days, Lao Wang has long become a veteran, and the live broadcast screen switches instantly.

At the same time, the public frequency of the live broadcast room immediately made a mess.

- Uncle Wang! What are you doing? Don't you live stream the glory of the king?

- Lying on the grass! What game is this live streaming? Underground black fist? That uncle has been vomiting blood!

——Uncle’s opponent is so ugly, and he’s so arrogant when he smiles! What a pity! Hope uncle can win!

--impossible! You've all vomited blood, how can you still win? Unless...unless Uncle Wang's open mouth can work!

- Uncle Wang! Work hard!

"You guys help me pull some people into the live broadcast room first, I have to wait for the right time before I can do my work!" Lao Wang stared at the screen, always ready!

on the screen.

Hu Gaoyi pretended to laugh loudly: "Murong Tian! I just broke a few bones of yours casually, and I can reconnect them later, but if you don't admit defeat, I promise you will spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair! "

"Dad! Admit defeat! I don't want you to be hurt... woo woo..." Murong Xiaoyao cried so hard, her delicate body was trembling, and she was almost desperate.

"Brother Murong! Don't hold back! If you have three strengths and two weaknesses, what will you do in the future with your eldest niece?" Jin Liu also frowned, his eyes full of despair.

"No! I will never admit defeat!" Who is Murong Tian? Ivy God! A hero! If he didn't even have this backbone, he wouldn't be him!

"Since you're courting death! Don't blame me for being hot!"

Hu Gaoyi let out a low roar, and strode forward, like a lion fighting a rabbit, to completely crush Murong Tian!

"Uncle Murong! Don't be afraid! The chance to win is here!" At this moment, Chen Xiaobei suddenly shouted.