A moment later, the gate of the martial arts hall opened, and a middle-aged man with a middle-aged height and a little thin body slowly walked out in front of everyone's surprise eyes.

Jiang Tianzheng's body still looked a little weak, but his eyes were calm, his expression was warm, and he had a calm smile on his mouth. Looking at Styx and others, it was like looking at his friends coming from afar.

He waved his hand and said, "Please."

The crowd around them also followed the five people from Styx into the martial arts hall. They saw a square ring set up on the open space of the martial arts hall. Jiang Tianzheng walked up step by step, and A Fei, Dazuihuang and others followed him, and were still persuading him.

"Master, forget it, your injury has not healed yet, so I really can't get it."

"Let me go, Master."

"I'll go, let me go!"

Jiang Tianzheng smiled and shook his head, and walked towards the ring step by step: "How can the master ask his disciple to go out and take the initiative? Besides, since I am the owner of the martial arts hall and the president of the association, there is no one more suitable for this battle than me."

His eyes were calm and calm, and his body exuded a quiet and distant temperament, just like he had indifferent to life and death and the world.

Under the ring, more than ten students including A Fei, Dazuihuang, knelt down on the ground, looking sad and angry as Jiang Tianzheng walked onto the ring step by step. The current atmosphere made them feel extremely depressed.

Among the crowd, the martial artists and students from various martial arts schools who were still noisy before also quieted down, looking at Jiang Tianzheng who was lonely on the ring with complicated expressions.

Suddenly, someone looked up and clapped. Then more and more people began to applaud, cheering, silently supporting Jiang Tianzheng, even though they knew how slim the victory in this game was.

It seemed that at this time, they remembered that Jiang Tianzheng was the real president of the martial arts association, and Zuo Zhicheng was just the vice president.

At the end of the crowd, Qingyueqiu's beautiful eyebrows kept frowning.

"Is there no news from Haijing yet? Not even a single person was sent?" Qing Yueqiu's tone was indescribable anger.

"Miss, the people there are very tight now." Tang Yuan glanced at Qingyueqiu and said hesitantly: "The leader of the group decided not to send people over for the time being. He also ordered that as long as the Red Sun Monk did not do too much and did not infringe on our interests, don't have conflicts with them. Everything should be put first."

"Bad." Qing Yueqiu suddenly said coldly: "Even our own place can't be protected, what's the big picture? Those guys, for the sake of enjoyment, are afraid of conflict with the Hell Gate, and are afraid that I will be bigger and drag everything on.

A group of people who are in vain."

"Miss, don't be impulsive." Tang Xianghui said, "The guys from Haijing are waiting to see your joke. This time, the Red Sun Monk brought all five disciples here. It was clear that he was determined to win. Even if it was Guiquan, Zuo Zhicheng, and we were probably not their opponents.

Miss, you have also seen the skills of that old monk that day.”

Thinking of the demonstration of the Red Sun Monk that day, Qingyueqiu felt a deep sense of powerlessness. The other party's way of practicing the gods was one step away from the achievements of the invisible fire of the day he was practicing. He faced the head-on confrontation, and the advantage of the number of people was meaningless, and he and others might be killed directly.

What's more, the five disciples led by Shura in white are all not easy-to-eat.

Moreover, once the war begins, no matter how victorious or defeated, they will have to bear the responsibility of provoking the battle with the Hell Gate. Thinking of the attitudes of those people in the family towards her now, there can only be a trace of helplessness in her eyes.

Qing Yueqiu said to Lin Ganghao beside him: "Have the city defense troops arrived? Are the people from the Tiger Army also here?"

"We have already entered the city." Lin Ganghao said nervously: "But they may not be able to leave the Red Sun Monk. And Miss, are you sure they will start killing?"

"The people in the Hell Gate are all wild beasts. If there is no wild beast, they will not eat meat." Qingyueqiu's words were already determined: "They are just playing with prey now. After they have enough fun, they will definitely kill them. When they kill, they will dispatch troops. Even if they can't keep the Red Sun Monk, they will have to keep at least a few of his disciples."

This is also Qingyueqiu's plan. Once the Red Sun Monk and his party start a massacre, she will immediately send troops to encircle them, and the crime of not working properly or starting the war easily cannot be held on his hands casually.

On the other side, Shura Styx on the edge of the arena looked at the people around him cheering and applauding, and then looked at Jiang Tianzheng, who looked calm in the stands, and suddenly smiled.

"Interesting." Compared to Jiang Tianzheng's slow walking up, he just went to the stage with just a trance.

He looked at Jiang Tianzheng in front of him and said, "You are a little bit of adamant than those trash. But your body may not last long in this arena, right?"

Jiang Tianzheng nodded. His injuries did improve with the help of the spiritual fruit, but even though he was not a match for Shura in white at his heyday, let alone the serious injuries have not healed now.

"I can probably guess the result of the battle with you, but there are always some unavoidable challenges in a person's life. As long as my martial arts can be passed down, it doesn't matter if I lose."

"Even if you die here?"

"Even if you die here."

Styx sneered: "Then you go and die!"

The next moment, in Jiang Tianzheng's eyes, Styx's figure instantly turned into a blur. It was because the other party's speed was too fast, which exceeded his visual imaging speed.

But in the face of all this, Jiang Tianzheng did not panic on his face, but raised his hand and gently put his arm on the fist of Styx.

Styx felt that his punch was like hitting a ball of cotton, and he was completely useless.

‘What weird?’

Styx fist shook, and the muscles all over his body made hoarse friction sounds. The other hand changed continuously in an instant, and more than a dozen handprints appeared in an instant, just like a blooming lotus, and finally printed towards Jiang Tianzheng's chest.

With this move, the air seemed to smell a strong smell of blood, and a strong murderous intent came to my face.

Jiang Tianzheng bowed, stepped back, and raised his hand, and even caught the Styx's hand when he was unable to send it. From beginning to end, he retreated along the force of Styx. Styx felt that his punch was like hitting the ball, which bounced away but was not under force.

The figure flashed, and the Styx retreated five meters away. Jiang Tian was posing a strange shelf, full of stability, just as if he was not fighting for life and death on the ring, but was tasting tea and playing chess.

At this moment, a feeling of great peace rose in Jiang Tianzheng's heart. His heart was like a calm lake, and the breath of the Styx was like a stone thrown into the lake. Every trace of hostility and every movement could clearly reflect in his heart.

Not only the River Styx, but even the others around him, their anger, anxiety, disdain, and worries are reflected in his heart. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, the novel is better and faster!
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