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Before the host finished speaking, the fierce blood disciple suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Oh my god, what happened? Could it be that the ground was too slippery? The blood disciple actually knelt on the ground."
"This is the first accident that has ever happened in an underground boxing ring. Just as the blood warrior was about to get up, the newcomer was standing there. He had no intention of adding insult to injury. He was really frightened. He had not integrated into the boxing ring at all. in the environment.¡±
"The opportunity passed in a flash, and the blood disciple stood up. The newcomer was still stunned. Was he completely frightened?"
The host's speaking speed was very fast, which was comparable to the high-speed version of one person drinking and drunkenness. The atmosphere in the boxing ring suddenly heightened, and many booing audiences also looked sideways.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"That's right, this is too fake to create such suspense."
"Could this be a deliberate trap by the dealer? Damn it, the odds in this game are ridiculously high."
¡°So what if it¡¯s high, I didn¡¯t buy it anyway.¡±
"I didn't buy it either."
Plop.
"The blood disciple stood up. Although the fake fall just now made people completely confused. Maybe the blood disciple just wanted to increase the suspense and make the game more exciting. It just looked like a fake punch. It¡¯s a bit too obvious to act.¡±
The blood disciple stood up and looked at Li Feng with extremely cold eyes.
"I'm going to kill you."
"The blood disciple is angry and threatens to kill the newcomer. Speaking of which, besides being a perverted murderer, the blood disciple is also cold-blooded towards men. The following scene will be extremely uncomfortable"
"Blood disciple, Japan."
Being provoked by the host, the complaining audience suddenly stopped complaining and became interested in the game again.
"Yes, Japan."
"Haha, if you dare, I will reward you."
"Bah, pervert."
"It seems that everyone is looking forward to the next actions of the blood disciples, so will our blood disciples satisfy everyone's little ideas."
"The blood disciple rushed towards the opponent, which is like a hungry tiger pounces on food. Can our newcomers withstand the volcano-like enthusiasm of the blood disciple!"
Plop.
The blood disciple¡¯s legs suddenly weakened and he knelt down in front of Li Feng. This scene caused a group of spectators who were about to climax to be interrupted in an instant.
"Damn it, I've already taken off my pants, can you show me this?"
¡°Damn it, don¡¯t you dare to fake a punch so blatantly.¡±
"Refund the ticket."
Li Feng glanced at the blood disciple indifferently. The other party dared to let go of his defense and let him fight. He was simply a fool.
Li Feng¡¯s slap just now hit the cow across the mountain, causing the opponent¡¯s heart to collapse. He could still hold on for about ten seconds, but it was because the opponent¡¯s heart was a little crooked, so the slap was not accurate.
The host looked at the blood disciple who was motionless. The blood disciple was not only a serial murderer, but also killed three boxers in the previous three games. To deal with a pretty boy, it was not easy to catch him.
???????????????????Unexpectedly after the game, the blood disciple knelt down after being slapped by the opponent?
Is this a fuss?
The host looked at the blood disciple with his butt sticking out, and shouted loudly through the cage: "Blood disciple, blood disciple." The blood disciple did not respond.
Li Feng stepped forward and stepped on the blood disciple, but the blood disciple remained motionless.
"Fuck, what's going on?"
"The blood disciple was defeated?"
"What the hell, what's going on?"
"Oh my God, the blood disciple is dead. Did he fall to death by himself?" The host announced the result loudly. Compared with the result of being punched to death by Li Feng, the result of being thrown to death by himself seemed to be more disappointing. People are convinced.
"You were thrown to death by yourself?"
"I'm going to play with you, where is the dealer?"
"This is simply an insult to our intelligence, refund the money."
Did you fall to death?
The corner of Li Feng¡¯s mouth curled up. He wanted to give this host a thumbs up. He was really smart.
"Everyone, please be quiet. I am Kang Lan."
Kang Lan took the host's microphone and said to the angry crowd: "Everyone should know me, Kang Lan. I just want to ask, am I, Kang Lan, an idiot?"
Kang Lan glanced at the boxing ring with cold eyes: "Please give me some time, I will give you a reasonable explanation. In addition, in the match just now, the winner will still get the money, and the loser will be refunded in full."??
Kang Lan pressed and pulled, and everyone present turned off the fire.
The young master Lan in front of him is an arrogant person. Needless to say, his family background is not something ordinary people can do if he dares to run such an underground boxing ring.
This is no ordinary entertainment venue.
Several doctors wearing white coats and masks appeared on the Birdcage ring, turned people over, and examined the blood disciples.
A moment later.
A doctor walked up to Kang Lan: "Young Master Lan."
Kang Lan looked at the doctor who was hesitant to speak, a little impatiently: "Say what you have to say."
"Young Master Lan, there are no obvious external injuries on the other party's body. It's hard to tell just from the appearance."
"Can't judge?"
"It may also be a heart problem. After all, this kind of fighting is a strong stimulus to the adrenal glands, so!"
Kang Lan grabbed the doctor's collar: "Are you fucking kidding me? That blood disciple's body was checked before. Why didn't he get sick in the previous three boxing matches? Now you tell me he has a heart." sick?"
"It's a coincidence that I got sick just now? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"Young Master Lan, that's not what I meant. It's just that it really can't be seen from the external injuries. The opponent's ribs are not broken. This is the only possibility for a normal person to suddenly interrupt his movements or even die."
"If Mr. Lan is willing to give us some time to do an autopsy analysis, we should be able to find out how he died."
Kang Lan looked at the doctor who was sweating profusely: "By the time you finish the analysis, the day lily will be cold, so get out of here."
Kang Lan raised her eyes and glanced at Li Feng in the cage, then picked up the microphone: "Everyone, after the doctor's appraisal, the blood disciple was beaten to death."
"Are you kidding me?"
"real or fake."
"Am I, Kang Lan, a joker? Do you think any of the people standing in this birdcage ring like me are weak?"
"Let me tell you, this person is a master that I spent a lot of effort to get back. Without further ado, the second game will start soon. His opponent will be a tyrant. If you want to bet, hurry up." Kang Lan said Wan handed the microphone to the host.
"If you dare to talk nonsense to me, I will shove this microphone into your butt."
The host reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Dear guests, the next person to appear is the polar bear country from the north, a tyrant with the title of human flesh crusher."
??Polar bear country?
The fighting nation in the north?
Li Feng rubbed his chin. This underground boxing ring has a lot of energy. If a serial murderer can get it, so can the polar bear.
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