Dangdangdang, the gong sounded.
Before Huo Chenan could react, a huge force suddenly surged from behind.
Huo Chenan was pushed by this huge force and walked towards the ring.
"Wait, Qiaodou Madai. Make way, make way." Huo Chenan hurriedly squeezed in the opposite direction. What a joke, fists and feet have no eyes, Huo Chenan didn't want to get hurt, let alone getting hurt for visiting brothels to find prostitutes. If the eldest and second ladies knew about it, how could he sleep with them in the future?
It's just that ideals are plump, and reality is skinny. There are too many people squeezing forward, and Huo Chenan can't squeeze out at all.
Huo Chenan's feet were squeezed off the ground after squeezing from behind. Today, he experienced the scene of the capital subway during rush hour in ancient times.
In this way, Huo Chenan was swept up to the ring by the crowd.
Fighting for the ring, fighting for the ring, naturally it is impossible to be so harmonious.
Everyone tried their best at this time, and their only goal was to get on the stage.
At this time, the steps on both sides were crowded with people, and more people rushed to the front of the stage, wanting to get on the stage directly from the front.
They all showed their magical powers. Those with good lightness skills jumped onto the stage with a leap, while those with poor lightness skills could only climb up by clinging to the edge of the stage.
However, as more and more people on the stage gradually appeared, it became difficult for those below to get on.
And the people on the stage naturally did not want the people below to come up, so a vigorous battle to defend the stage began.
…
"Hey, hey, hey, don't pull my pants!" I saw a man just climbed onto the stage with one leg, and his trouser leg was pulled by the person behind him.
The man's pants were pulled down and thrown into the crowd behind him. The man didn't care about the stage, and covered his key parts and turned back to find his pants.
"Ouch, shit!" Another man just climbed onto the stage, and was hit by a shoe sole. He only had time to scream before he was kicked off the stage, with a clear footprint on his face from forehead to chin.
Well, judging from the footprint, this foot is at least 43, well, this man's face is quite long.
For a while, countless flying kicks on the stage kicked those who came on the stage, leaving countless footprints on their faces and bodies.
The people below the stage naturally refused to sit and wait for death. They saw the right opportunity, either hugged the legs of the people on the stage and pulled them down, or grabbed their shoes or pants.
"Hey, my shoes!"
"Hey, my pants!"
"Ah! Don't bite my legs...ah!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Bullshit."
For a while, pants and shoes and socks flew together, balls and night were the same color, and the scene instantly became a mess.
The people on the stage not only did not help but also added insult to injury. They would kick someone from behind when they saw the situation. With one kick, they could not only kick a competitor off the stage, but also knock down several others.
But the mantis stalked the cicada, but the oriole was waiting behind. The people on the stage were kicked off the stage layer by layer.
…
And there was a melee on the stage.
"Watch out, grab the breast dragon claw hand."
"Hey, hey, hey, don't pull my heart hair!"
"Watch out, the immortal guides the way."
"The black household digs out the heart."
"The monkey steals the peach!"
"Ah! You are despicable."
"Ah! Why are you biting people!"
In the chaos, Huo Chenan was hiding in the innermost part of the stage, vigilantly paying attention to the situation around him.
"These people are really vicious, what with poking eyes, locking throats, and digging crotches, is your master Mo Yougan?" Huo Chenan couldn't help but complain in his heart.
At this moment, the old man who had been hiding before also hid beside Huo Chenan. Seeing Huo Chenan's nervous expression, he comforted him and said, "Relax, young man, just treat it as..."
Before the old man finished speaking, he saw a fist hitting his eyes.
"Ouch, who is it? Young people have no martial ethics and sneak attack me, a 69-year-old man." One of the old man's eyes instantly turned black and blue.
He covered one of his eyes, smiled at Huo Chenan, and said, "I was careless just now and didn't dodge..."
But before the old man finished speaking, another fist hit his other eye.
This time the old man was not calm. He shouted with panda eyes: "Young man, I advise you to learn from your mistakes."
The clay Buddha still has a little temper, and the old man was on the verge of anger at this time.
He originally wanted to try his luck, but you guys are so good that you only pick on old comrades to bully? But the ring competition does not distinguish between the young and the old, and the persimmons should be picked soft.
Just when the old man was angry, a fist hit the back of his head and it was a violent slap.
A bump instantly swelled up on the old man's head, and he could no longer suppress his anger.
The old man stepped forward alone.
"Snap" a right whip kick,
"Snap" a left kick,
and knocked down two people with two moves.
Huo Chenan was stunned, and he didn't expect that the old man was still hiding his true strength.
Then the old man used a move of five whips in a row, and attacked the people around him indiscriminately with a turtle fist.
The old man was fighting vigorously, and suddenly he noticed something wrong, and the people around him stopped their actions and looked at him.
The next moment, everyone worked together to lift the old man up and threw him out of the ring.
...
As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people on the ring.
Under the ring were countless "jianghu heroes" lying in all directions. They fell there one by one, groaning in pain, without the initial high spirits.
At this time, there were only four people left on the ring.
A young man with a white face and black eyes, whose eyes were hit by a black fist in the ring just now. He was dressed in plain clothes and holding a folding fan. If his eyes had not been hit, he would have been a pretty boy.
A lame beggar with crutches, his legs were fine, but he was bitten by someone just now, and the beggar used his crutches to knock down countless heroes.
Another person was a bald monk in a shabby robe. Yes, a monk. This master was not injured, but his shabby robe was torn off his back, leaving only a front curtain hanging on his body. If you look at his back, you can see that the wind blows his butt.
The crowd in the audience was speechless, Master, is this okay? This is a brothel! Master, does the old Buddha know that you are doing this to him?
The last person was a young servant in a green shirt and a small hat - Huo Chenan. Yes, Huo Chenan was amazed at how lucky he was. He made it to the finals without doing anything.
This was not his intention. The three people in front of him were obviously martial artists. Although their martial arts were not as good as Chu Liuxiang's, they were definitely not comparable to him.
However, Huo Chenan was blocked by the three people at the innermost part of the ring, and he was in a dilemma.