Suddenly, it was like being hit hard with a sledgehammer on his chest. The middle-aged man''s chest clattered for a while. He knew that his sternum was all broken.

    This is not the most frightening thing for him. The most frightening thing is that at the moment Xie Wu punched him, a strange force shrouded his body in an instant, making him feel that suddenly, he was thrown into the deep sea. Endless pressure began to penetrate into his body from all directions.

    The middle-aged man only feels that he will die in such an environment, and he will die miserably, and may be squeezed into a pool of snow and mud.

    Fortunately, Xie Wu seemed to be aware of the state of the middle-aged man in an instant. He stopped at the last moment and just left a little force to teach him a lesson.

    But even with this strength, the middle-aged man flew out in an instant and flew to the door of the hall ten feet away.

    When the chores outside the door came, the middleman had fainted. When the chores looked at it, his face suddenly became very strange.

    Because he found that in this middle-aged human body, almost all bones seem to have withstood the pressure beyond their own limits, many bones have been broken, and the best bones are also covered with fine cracks, even the small toe bones are no exception.

    Such a strange injury has never been seen by chores.

    The injury of the middleman seemed to be caused by 17 or 8 brave men who went all out to beat him for 17 or 18 hours.

    However, he had heard the comments of the people in the hall. He knew that the middle-aged man was only punched by Xie Wu, a young man with an expressionless scar sitting at the round table in the hall.

    The chore took a deep look at Xie Wu, and then turned away with the middle-aged man.

    It''s none of his business here.

    After all, all the people in the duel hall are brave. As brave people who surpass ordinary people, who hasn''t got a temper?

    It''s natural to make trouble.

    For the natural selection building, as long as it doesn''t kill people, it''s nothing.

    This is another screening mechanism besides the duel.

    After all, if a person can''t even cope with such a small scene, what else can you expect from him?

    Just because of this, even if the wine of scar youth is a thousand times and a hundred times better, no drunkard dares to ask him for it.

    After all, no matter how good the wine is, you have to live to drink it.

    With it, even the seat next to Xie Wu, no one dared to enter the wrong seat.

    If that boy goes crazy, who can afford it?

    After all, look at the scar on his face, you know it''s not a good stubble.

    Only Zhang Heng, a young man who came for the first time, didn''t know the depth. He sat down next to Xie Wu.

    As a result, Xie Wu didn''t drive the boy away and gave him a bowl of wine.

    In this way, those who would have killed but didn''t have any ideas suddenly had ideas again.

    When Xie Wu''s duel was over and he returned here again, he saw Xie Wu start to drink wine, and prepared another bowl, which was also filled with wine.

    There was an alcoholic who had an attack of wine bug in his stomach. He couldn''t help walking slowly over and sat in the original seat.

    Seeing that Xie Wu just snorted coldly and didn''t stop him, the drunkard couldn''t help feeling proud. He looked at Xie Wu with a smile on his face and said, "Congratulations, childe Xie. Unexpectedly, childe Xie went quickly and came back so quickly. It seems that he has three fists and two feet. He cleaned up his opponent."

    "I don''t have any congratulations. I''ll use the bowl of wine to congratulate you on your invincibility."

    The man said smoothly, but he suddenly saw Xie Wu''s side face. His eyes were as cold as frost, staring at him. He said faintly: "it''s up to you. My wine is not for you to drink."

    When the drunkard heard this, the wine worms surged in his stomach. For a moment, he forgot Xie Wugang''s terror. He directly opened his mouth and said with a flattering smile: "you''re right this time. I''m a wine bag. My wine bag is just to hold the childe''s wine."

    While talking, the drunkard had reached for another sea bowl.

    However, he just stretched out his right hand. Before his fingers touched the edge of the wine bowl, he suddenly saw Xie Wu next to him. He suddenly looked at him with disgust, then drank up half a bowl of wine, and then gently put the wine bowl on the table.

    He did this series of actions like clouds and water, unimpeded, seemingly slow, but it was completed within the fingers of a bullet.

    Then Xie Wu suddenly stretched out his right hand and flicked it on the right hand of the drunkard who stretched to another sea bowl. Then the whole hall heard a crisp click.

    The drunkard lowered his head in a bone piercing pain. He only saw that his right wrist was hanging under his forearm in a strange twisted posture.

    Obviously, his right hand has been directly abolished by the scar youth, Xie Wu.

    The reason for abolishing his right hand was just a bowl of wine.

    What''s more, Mingming lost one hand, and he didn''t drink a mouthful of wine at last.

    When he thought of this, the stabbing pain from his wrist instantly exceeded the limit he could bear. Finally, his body fainted and fell under the table.

    Then, a sundry came, dragged him on one leg and took him out of the duel hall like a dead dog.

    Zhang Hengquan didn''t know what had just happened. He only knew that his original seat was still there, and there was a bowl of clear amber wine on the table in front of his seat.

    Zhang Heng strode over directly, sat down on the chair, stretched out his hand and picked up the bowl of wine.

    The people around watched Zhang Heng move.

    After all, just now, there was an alcoholic who broke his wrist with a finger in order to drink with this bowl of wine.

    But knowing that Zhang Heng would take it in his hand and then drink the wine in the bowl, Xie Wu next to him didn''t say a word and didn''t mean to do it at all.

    Xie Wu just drank the wine in his hand.

    After Zhang Heng finished drinking the wine in his bowl, he picked up the wine jar and poured a bowl for Zhang Heng again. He looked at Zhang Heng with a strange expression on his face and said, "you played slower in your last duel."

    "Are you sure you can beat me now?"

    Zhang Heng didn''t answer immediately. He drank a bowl of wine from xiewugang island to quench his thirst. Then he said, "don''t worry, I won''t keep my word. Since I said, I won''t kill you even if I win, I really won''t kill you."

    "Don''t worry. If you buy me such thirst quenching wine, I won''t kill you."

    The drunkards were speechless for a while. This boy is a monster. I''m afraid he''s thirsty because he''s not fighting with others. Take this wine to quench his thirst!

    More depressed is Xie Wu next to Zhang Heng.

    He thought that the reason why Zhang Heng spoke wildly before was only because he had never participated in the life and death duel of the natural selection building.

    But now, seeing Zhang henghun as if nothing had happened, he was a little hoodwinked. He was really not sure now. Zhang Heng really didn''t think he would lose and would make a big face in front of him.

    Finally, looking at Zhang Hengle, he took the wine jar, poured himself a bowl of wine, and then drank it like white water.

    Xie Wu looked at him with a dull look: "brother Zhang is a huge amount."

    Zhang Heng listened repeatedly shaking his head: "this wine tastes like beer, I can drink this, if I change it into Baijiu, maybe I will get drunk when I drink it."

    What Baijiu Baijiu liquor Xie Wu said was not what he was playing, but he listened to him as if the liquor was more powerful. And his wine was like beer, so the taste of the wine was so faint that Zhang Heng could drink more. Zhang Heng did not know what the beer was like.

    But the name of Baijiu beer, Xie Wu has never heard of it, and can only be laughed at, when Zhang Heng is drunk.

    Finally, Xie Wu said, "let''s fight next time."

    Zhang Heng laughed and immediately replied, "OK, let''s fight next time."

    While they were waiting, after a while, they saw the elegant old man before them. At this time, they appeared in front of them again.

    Without waiting for the old man to speak, they stood up and walked out of the duel hall.

    When the old man saw it, he was stunned and his face was a little unhappy.

    Smelling the smell of wine left by their previous seats, the old man''s face became more ugly. If these two people were crazy about wine and hit the king''s eight fists on the stage, Ze Lou would be famous that day.

    And looking at their appearance, they seem to be very familiar. They won''t play fake games on the stage, will they?

    Thinking of this, the elegant old man no longer ignored his image, directly looked at the figure gradually disappearing outside the hall, shouted "please stay, two", then stepped open his thighs and SA Yazi ran over.

    In the duel hall, the remaining duels almost fell out of their eyes.

    It was the first time they had seen the elegant old man so regardless of his image.

    On the battle platform in the middle of the semi ring square, Zhang Heng and Xie Wu did not wear masks.

    Both of them are so young. One of them is just a teenager and looks ordinary. He is just a factotum disciple of Anxi brave college.

    Another grade is slightly older than three or five years old. He is a graceful young childe. A scar on the young man''s face not only does not destroy the integrity of the young man''s facial features, but adds a sense of bravery and freedom to the young Xie Wu''s face. As soon as Xie Wu''s image appeared on the stage, there was already a game he watched, After seeing him kill his opponent, the natural and unrestrained girls who left one after another began to shout.