Chapter 474: To retire

It wasn't just Miao Erdao who was shocked, but everyone in the rest area from all sects and even major families was also shocked and unbelievable.
"How is this possible?!"
"In the middle of the master, I have no more than that to send the head!"
The head of a little school sat back down on the chair, his face full of shame and anger.
"When did Pilitang become so powerful? Is this going to become the leader of the martial arts!"
"The mountains are not dew, and the words are astonishing as soon as they are shot, the overlord."
"It's in vain that I have vast resources in the south of the Yangtze River, and I can't find one to compete with it," a Jiangnan elder said sadly.
"Nonsense, how can this person compare with Su Taidou, and he is not worthy to carry shoes."
Only then did the little school elder regained his expression, with a look of admiration on his face.
"Yes, Su Taidou's Zun is comparable to the glory of the sun and the moon, and his blade and single power are defeated in his hands."
"Su Taidou is at least the master's late stage, right?"
"More than that, it is rumored that the blade has been completed by entering the master."
The little school naturally didn't know these secrets. If they knew that Su Yan was already the little master, they would be scared to pee on the spot.
Discussions off the court, the game on the court continued, knowing that Xie Shaotian was in the middle of the master, Miao Erdao had no hope of any more, even though he tried his best, he still could not hurt Xie Shaotian.
In the end, Xie Shaotian easily defeated Miao Erdao and won the game.
"Unbearable, this young world martial arts conference disappointed me."
Xie Shaotian stepped off the ring and shook his head with a disappointed look on his face.
This can make the youngsters who participated in the competition miserable, even the elders of the martial arts are also furious.
"That's how the master of Pilitang disciplined his son!"
The head of the Qingcheng faction was extremely angry, and directly scolded.
But Xie Shaotian looked at the head of the Qingcheng faction, but he showed a playful look.
"Don't mess with me, or I will challenge you later, and your Qingcheng faction will lose face."
"you!"
The leader of the Qingcheng faction was not in the mid-stage of the master, and it was really impossible to win or lose against Xie Shaotian.
"That kid is so arrogant."
Qiao Mai was also full of disdain for Xie Shaotian, could not understand this person's domineering, but jealous of this person's posture.
"It's just ants."
Su Yan accidentally missed his mouth, and the three of them all looked at him in unison.
"Su Yan, what did you just say?"
"I said I was nothing but ants in front of him."
Su Yan touched his head, with an awkward expression on his face. It was really difficult to pretend to be weak.
"It's pretty much the same, you still know yourself."
"Xie Shaotian, you are crazy, let the Sajia come to understand your depth."
Shi Long stood up directly, disregarding the organizer's rules.
The organizers did not stop either. The current stages of the competition have already distinguished the strengths and weaknesses. The first place must be the genius disciples of these martial arts and the family.
"Shilong must win, Shilong must win!"
Many people roared, and Xie Shaotian's words humiliated many people. Obviously many people would not tolerate him and wanted to discredit him.
"Why, seeing that the Sajia wants to compare with you, you dare not even put a fart?"
Shi Long said loudly with a smile on his face.
"Only you, ten tricks to solve you."
Xie Shaotian's face was cold, and his words had an unquestionable tone.
"Arrogant, you can hurt me with a hundred moves, even if I lose."
Shilong's golden bells and iron cloth shirts are not a mere name, they are well-known existences with the 72 stunts of Shaolin, and they can be described as the strongest defensive existence.
Moreover, Shi Long has also practiced hard work, and his attack power is also very powerful.
The two entered the ring, full of gunpowder, and the bets were extremely hot, and the two actually chased them at odds of one to one.
"Xie Shaotian is in the middle of a master after all, can Shi Long win?"
"Shilong has golden bells and iron cloth shirts, and it might be the one who will kill him."
"come on!"
Shi Long's muscles and bones were tight, and an inner strength was in his dantian. With this breath, his whole body was like an indestructible iron lump.
Xie Shaotian didn't reveal his true power since the start of the game, and he defeated the enemy with very simple techniques.
Faced with Shilong this time, he had to use Thunderbolt's unique skills, after all, Shilong was much better than the others.
"Eat my palm!"
Xie Shaotian ran the tactics, gathering spiritual power between his palms, and patted directly at Shilong's chest. Before the palm wind arrived, a terrifying pressure had already hit Shilong.
Shi Long's face was full of determination, and his dantian was so angry that he directly greeted Xie Shaotian's Ling Li's blow.
"Wow, Shi Long deserves to be Shi Long, such a sharp palm didn't cause him any harm."
"It looks good now."
Xie Shaotian didn't show the slightest discouragement, and took two palms one after another, which were shot on Shilong's face and Dantian respectively.
But Shilong was still strong, his face didn't change his color, his dantian shone slightly, and his inner strength became more and more majestic.
"Who can rival this stone dragon is simply indestructible."
"The young master of the Thunderbolt Hall is nothing more than that, just now he was extremely arrogant."
A group of people laughed, very cheerful, and exhaled.
But Xie Shaotian showed a smile, looking at Shi Long and said: "I said that ten strokes will defeat you, it must be true!"
Xie Shaotian leaped forward and slapped six palms directly on Shilong's arms, legs and back. "
But the result is that many people are more relaxed. In addition to the red face and sweat on his forehead, Shilong's golden body still stands tall.
The elder Shaolin nodded slightly when he saw this, thinking that Shilong had entered the realm of the golden bell-covered iron cloth shirt.
"It's still the last move, Hall Master Xie Shao hurry up."
"Yeah, I'm not afraid."
Xie Shaotian ignored everyone's words, and the evil smile appeared again, looking at Shi Long and said: "I already know where your lifeline is."
Xie Shaotian showed off his ghostly steps, went directly to Shi Long's side, and slapped his dovetail hole with a palm.
Shi Long's face changed wildly, his internal strength was unstable, and blood spurted wildly, and he fell out of the ring directly.
Elder Shaolin stood up suddenly, his eyes were shocked, and the beads in his hand kept shaking.
"Xie Shaotiansheng!"
The audience was silent. Everyone was going to celebrate Shilong's victory, but the last move Shilong was completely defeated. Xie Shaotian won.
"How is this possible!"
"How did he know Shilong's lifeline?"
Many people were puzzled, but couldn't get answers.
Shilong was carried away by Shaolin's disciples, and his lifeline was broken. The injury was naturally serious and he must be treated immediately.
But Xie Shaotian looked around, his evil smile even worse, his face full of disdain.
"This world martial arts conference is nothing but this, it seems that there is no need to go on, I will retire directly!"
Xie Shaotian's words were nothing short of a blockbuster, shocking a group of people again, and they couldn't speak directly.
Xie Shaotian's goal has been achieved, and that is to let the entire martial arts know their Pilitang again, and their Pilitang should also reappear.