When the people from the blue sky arrived, the internal strife in the Liefeng Martial Arts Hall immediately stopped. Dongfang Jun and Lu Ming, who had been indoors, also came out at this time.

Lu Ming took the lead in saying to Yang Jianying, the owner of the Bikong Martial Arts Hall: "Owner Yang, I know that you Bikong wants to make a name for yourself in the Bingcheng Base City, but after so many days, your name is well-known enough. Many people have joined Bikong, and you have gained enough. Do you have to challenge Liefeng? You must know that Liefeng Martial Arts Hall is a banner of our China, and it will be unfavorable to anyone if it shakes it."

Yang Jianying is a middle-aged man in his forties and a master of the sixth-level war god. He clasped his fists at Lu Ming and said, "Mayor Lu, this is not that I don't give you face. The rise of a martial arts school is related to the fate of countless people, and I cannot change it. Moreover, the battle between warriors is not the turn of the base city government to take charge of the jurisdiction."

At this time, several people behind Yang Jianying walked out with their eyes, microphones and cameras.

"I am a reporter from Zhitianxia Newspaper. Mayor Lu, are you going to interfere with the normal exchanges between warriors?" A man with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek asked the first question.

Looking at these tabloid reporters, Lu Ming frowned slightly: "I don't have that meaning. I just consider the issue from the perspective of national justice. If both of them insist, the base city will respect the decision between the warriors."

After saying that, Lu Ming turned around and walked back to his position.

After sitting down, Lu Ming said to Dongfang Jun: "Dongfang, your martial arts hall must not lose, and the Blue Sky Martial Arts Hall must not let him rise. No matter how much the price it costs, I cannot let the Russians act as a mighty man on our heads. This is my bottom line and the meaning of the base city!"

Looking at Lu Ming's slightly gray face, Dongfang Jun nodded, knowing that the mayor was not used to seeing Bikong and the Russians, so he was really a little angry.

But Dongfang Jun was not confident in his heart. Meng Dong, Fu Chengya and Shen Tu Hua could not give him a sense of reassurance.

"That boy Lin Zhen gives people a calm feeling. If he were there, he might be a little sure."

Dongfang Jun looked at Zhao Liang, and Zhao Liang lowered his head slightly unnaturally. He knew that the owner was asking about Lin Zhen again. He was here to help Lin Zhen to cover up, but he was really guilty when facing the owner.

Dongfang Jun frowned slightly, feeling that Zhao Liang had a strange dark color, but the fight was about to start now, so it was not easy to call Zhao Liang over to ask, so he could only wait a while before talking.

Everyone around them scattered, and a huge hard leather mat was laid in the center of the hall. There were countless traces on the leather mat, but there were no damage. This mat was the same material as the rubber qigong practice dummy. Even if it was broken, it would recover quickly. It is the best place for practicing qigong, which is equivalent to a temporary ring.

After the mat was laid, Liefeng and the people from Bikong were on both sides. The reporters also set up the cameras. Many people present also took out their cell phones to prepare for the shooting. The challenge was about to begin.

Russian strongman Nerov was the first to appear as usual.

The huge body swayed onto the ring, and Nerov first gestded with a thumbs up.

"This Russian devil is quite polite."

"Well, since they are polite when they come up, then we should not lose our courtesy."

"It seems that this person is not as tyrannical as rumors, and he still knows how to respect our No. 1 martial arts school in China."

Liefeng's warriors were talking about it, but before they could finish speaking, Nerov's thumb suddenly turned down, and he gestured to the crowd of Liefeng, and his mouth cracked and said with a smile: "What Liefeng, what is the No. 1 Martial Arts Hall in China? In my Nerov's eyes, I see how I tear you apart!"

"Arrogant!"

"What a courage!"

"Meng Dong, let's teach this Russian a lesson!"

Due to the rules, the generals of Liefeng were unable to appear, so they could only keep cheering Meng Dong downstairs.

Meng Dong nodded, got up and walked onto the ring.

Meng Dong's height was also close to two meters, but in front of Nerov, he felt that he was still half a head shorter.

"Chinese boy, I hope you won't be beaten to tears by me later!"

Nerov sneered, and before Meng Dong could respond, he suddenly burst out and punched him in the face!

A muffled thunder sounded inside the room, and all the warriors present looked solemn.

As warriors, they know this sound too well. This is a sonic boom, which means that the warrior's fist speed exceeds the speed of sound, and the power exceeds one thousand kilograms. Most warriors can do this, but it is basically impossible to do it in the warrior stage. At least Meng Dong cannot do it.

Sure enough, Meng Dong didn't expect Nerov to punch so quickly. Watching the video and fighting on the spot were completely different. According to his previous habits, he instinctively raised his hand and punched him, but it was like a punch hitting the running bison.

After his arms numb, Meng Dong staggered back, Nerov laughed wildly, his fist fell like raindrops, and Meng Dong suddenly fell into a passive state.

But Meng Dong's will is still very tenacious. Even if he is at a disadvantage, he is still trying his best to resist and counterattack. Nerov can't defeat him in three moves.

The reporters are reporting on the situation on the ring. Not only the people from the Blue Sky brought the reporters, but many reporters also came to Liefeng. After all, this idea is an eternal topic and there is never a lack of attention.

"Hello everyone! Hello everyone! We are now in the Liefeng Martial Arts Hall. As we all know, the three Russian disciples of the Bikong Martial Arts Hall have basically swept the entire Ice City Martial Arts Hall. Today we arrived at the Liefeng Martial Arts Hall. As the No. 1 Martial Arts Hall in China, can Liefeng protect the last face of Chinese warriors? Let's take a look at the situation on the ring."

"The battle between Nerov and Meng Dong has reached a white-hot level. We can see that Meng Dong is very tenacious. Nerov punches! Meng Dong blocks it, ah! Meng Dong retreats again. He has been forced to the corner of the ring by Nerov. If it falls, he will be sentenced to lose. Meng Dong is in danger! Ah! Meng Dong crawled through Nerov's armpit in a very irregular posture. It seems that Nerov will take time to win, but if this continues, Meng Dong's situation is worrying, and Liefeng's situation is worrying. Are everyone in our Ice City Base Warrior Period not the opponent of Russian warriors? We need heroes now. This is a reporter from our station sent you a report at the Liefeng Martial Arts Hall."

Many of the many warriors watching the game below posted videos. The battle was highly anticipated. Dongfang Jun, who was fierce and the base city agreed to give a heavy reward.

The people here in Ice City are paying great attention to this battle. If Liefeng loses again, there is really no hope for these martial arts schools in Ice City. At this time, no one thinks that Changfeng's warriors will be more powerful than Liefeng. After all, there is only one Chen Jingchou, who is still a little famous, but it is obviously not enough to face the Russian trio.

But as soon as the live broadcast of the battle came out, everyone was stunned.

The Russian trio is so strong that the first warrior of Liefeng is already in a trend of being unable to withstand it.

"Substitution! Who is this? A person I have never heard of before. Who made him play is obviously not the opponent of the Russian Big Bear?"

"Is there no one in Liefeng? Where is Fu Chengya? Isn't he a first-class student at No. 1 Middle School? Where is Shen Tuhua? Isn't he the number one master at No. 2 Middle School? Why can't he get it?"

"Are the people upstairs blind? Didn't you see Fu Chengya and Shen Tu Hua watching from the bottom? It's time for them to play later. This game is a three-on-three battle. Do you understand how to win two games in three games?"

"I will win two games in three games, and I will lose the first sentence. I don't believe that Liefeng can win two games in a row."

"By the way! What about Lin Zhen? Lin Zhen is such a crazy guy. With a 99% increase, the eighth-level warrior defeated the warrior. I heard that he also showed super monster hunting ability in Yilan Town. Why don't such a powerful person be used? What is Dongfang Jun thinking?"

"I also support Lin Zhen. I also received news. Lin Zhen came back from Yilan many days ago. Why did Liefeng hide him? If this battle is lost, Dongfang Jun will be absolutely responsible for it."

"Lin Zhen shouldn't be afraid to fight. Lin Zhen, come out for me. Now it's not that the martial arts school needs you, but that China needs you!"

"What are your names? The Russian trio is so strong. Lin Zhen's embroidered pillow is for nothing when he comes. Desert, coward! I Ouyang Yu despises you!"

There was a fight on the ring, and Zhao Liang could not sit still below. He took out his cell phone and wanted to call Lin Zhen quietly.

But when the call was called, no one answered the answer.

Zhao Liang was immediately anxious. The situation on the ring was clear. Meng Dong was not Nerov's opponent, and in Zhao Liang's opinion, Fu Chengya was not Eva's opponent. As for whether Shentuhua could defeat Ivan, Zhao Liang had no hope. Even if he won, Liefeng would lose two games.
Chapter completed!