Chapter 1846 It's Your Time

? Very rubbish?

Lin Yi's voice was not too low.

In addition, the distance between him and Hu Yuanyang, Leizhou and others over there is not far.

As soon as the words came out, the second generations around looked at Lin Yi one by one.

"Three-Rank Vajra, do you know what it is?"

"To say that he is rubbish is probably because he feels that he is in an iron prison and can't punch you to death, so that's why he has the confidence to say this?"

"The ignorant are truly fearless!"

They shook their heads and sneered at Lin Yigang's words.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to touch even a single finger of a third-grade King Kong."

Leizhou glanced at Lin Yi, and said coldly: "Oh, no, it should be said differently."

"Third-rank King Kong farts with all his strength, I'm afraid you will be blown to death directly, and you don't even need to hit you!"

There was a lot of contempt in his words.

After saying this, the people next to him all laughed.

It's just that they just smiled, and seeing Hu Yuanyang's sullen face, all of them shut their mouths consciously.

Gong Yi and Huang Jiao'er looked worried, but they couldn't say anything at the moment.

Everyone looked towards the boxing ring.

Meng Zhaolin stood in the center of the ring.

As a third-rank King Kong!

He looked around, and his eyes were cold in his vision.

The people below were completely shocked at once.

Third Grade King Kong.

This kind of strength already surpassed more than 90% of the people present.

The crowd was silent for several minutes.

Finally, someone stepped onto the ring.

Those who dare to fight this last boxing ring have the mentality of a gambler.

Of course, there are also people who have some doubts about Meng Zhaolin's strength.

After all, the strength of the third-rank King Kong was said by himself.

And the person he just defeated neatly was nothing more than a late-stage internal strength cultivation.

A fifth-rank King Kong entered the iron prison.

Meng Zhaolin didn't say a word, and left quickly with the momentum of a tiger and wolf.

The shot is crisp, ruthless, and decisive.

In less than half a minute.

The fifth-rank Vajra had his limbs broken off, like a dead dog, and was kicked down by Meng Zhaolin.

Then the second person, the third person...

Meng Zhaolin defeated five people in a row within ten minutes with his outrageous posture!

All those who came to the stage were completely disabled when they appeared on the stage.

The smell of blood lingers in the air.

The audience in the stands were all shocked by Meng Zhaolin's fierce way of attacking.

"Who else?"

Meng Zhaolin took a deep breath and looked around.

His face was still calm and resolute, and his aura showed no signs of weakening in the slightest.

All the boxers in the audience who had planned to rely on wheel fighting to get Meng Zhaolin down all died down at this moment.

They had to think and wait, pondering that the existence of Meng Zhaolin, a third-grade King Kong, would be able to fight Hu Yuanyang to the detriment of both.

At that time, no matter which one of them wins, the others will be able to take the opportunity to challenge in the third round.

Maybe, a fisherman will benefit from it.

When everyone thinks this way, no one will come to the stage.

"These people are really rubbish."

Yaoyao, who was standing in front of the guardrail, yawned, squinted his eyes, and looked at Meng Zhaolin who was in the iron prison on the boxing ring, his eyes were full of eagerness.

"With my brother Meng here, who can match tonight?"

She was quite excited, then suddenly thought of something, turned her head and looked in the direction of Lin Yi who was sitting there in the distance.

Although it was a long distance away, Yaoyao still saw Lin Yi who was sitting there this time.

"Brother Meng just hit a few pieces of rubbish, showing his strength. I'm afraid you are too scared to die now."

"let me guess."

"After the boxing ring is over this time, and my brother Meng wins the final victory, will your kid crawl over in fright, kowtow to my brother Meng and beg him to forgive you?"

Distantly talking to himself.

Such a scene appeared in her mind, and she seemed to be able to clearly see the fear on Lin Yi's face, which was indifferent to everything.

What a wonderful scene that would be?

Just thinking about it makes Yaoyao look forward to it.

"Now, is there anyone who wants to challenge this Meng Zhaolin?"

Meng Zhaolin waited on the ring for a long time, but no one came up again.

The host finally took the microphone, went to the side of the boxing ring, and spoke loudly.

Even though the host of the boxing ring was used to watching countless boxing matches, when he got to the side of the boxing ring this time and smelled the strong smell of blood that choked his throat, his expression couldn't help, and he burst into tears. White.

The shot is really too ruthless.

Originally, in the first round of boxing matches, except for the last few boxers, the fights were usually not too brutal. At most, they were begging people for mercy, rather than simply cutting off limbs and limbs.

But today, Meng Zhaolin made it clear that he was bound to win, and shocked the audience with his strong posture.

It is precisely because of this.

It often takes one or two hours to play the first round, which ends completely in only ten minutes.

On the steel pillars on all sides, you can still see traces of dripping blood.

"If no one comes up to challenge, then I will announce the result!"

The host shouted, looked around, but no one answered: "The first round of competition, the winner, Meng Zhaolin!"

"He will enter the second round and be challenged, the master of our boxing ring!"

"The closed disciple of the prestigious Haizhou Master Lin, Hu Yuanyang, Master Hu!"

The host shouted at the top of his voice.

As soon as his voice came out, the stands were full of voices.

Countless eyes instantly fell on Hu Yuanyang who was sitting there.

"Master Hu is finally going to play!"

"In the past, boxing ring fights were not too challenging. Tonight, this Meng Zhaolin will be an upset, right?"

"I don't know, damn it, I'm beating Master Hu! Master Hu will definitely win!"

The people below looked over there, discussing and shouting one by one.

No matter how strong Meng Zhaolin was on the ring, most of the people present still chose to believe in Hu Yuanyang who was sitting there.

Because he is the closed disciple of the mysterious Master Haizhou Lin!

Because he has already been on this last boxing ring, winning for half a month in a row!

Because he has never lost a single game so far!

"it's your turn!"

Meng Zhaolin grinned, squinted his eyes, stared at Hu Yuanyang who was sitting there, stretched out his hand, and hooked his fingers: "Master Haizhou Lin's closed disciple?"

"Today, let me have a lesson!"

His voice was cold, his whole body was full of fighting spirit, and his whole body was like a lion that could run away at any time!

The atmosphere was instantly ignited!

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