1621 Jiang Feng as Commentator

"Your Excellency's martial arts are superb, I admire..."

Wang Zhenyi stood up, took two steps back, covered the wound, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead... It seems that we old guys should make room for newcomers."

Wang Zhenyi said, turned and left the ring.

He gave up the game? Throw in the towel?

Li Fan felt a little unbelievable, this Wang Zhenyi was ambitious, why did he give up so easily? Is Niu Xueyan's strength really so strong that he feels like seeing a mountain?

Niu Xueyan... Li Fan remembered this name, and wondered if he would meet this person in the next competition.

There is only one game left in the quarterfinals.

Their list has already been released without screening. Liao is definitely a white tiger!

"Next is the final quarter-finals..."

The host took out the list of the last match and began to introduce, "There is no doubt that every quarter-final match is extremely exciting, and the last match must be highly anticipated. Let us welcome the two contestants in the last match, Wu Huang Liaojue, and the white tiger from bwe!"

Martial Emperor Liao Jue... This person who was supposed to be killed was resurrected again with the help of Tianwaitian. Wearing a golden overcoat, he floated down from the air, descending on the ring with the demeanor of an emperor.

"This player Liao... claims to be the Emperor of Wulin in China."

Before the host finished speaking, Liao Jue raised a finger and said loudly with a voice wrapped in immortal power.

"The champion of this contest, I will accept it unceremoniously."

Emperor Wu's declaration caused an uproar in the audience.

"Oh my god, this contestant Liao is really arrogant, and he actually let out such words! Will he really get his wish? Or is it just an ordinary demonstration?"

Opposite him, the much-anticipated White Tiger player also appeared. This white tiger is two meters tall, wearing a white tights with black tiger stripes embroidered on it. And on his head, he also wore a white tiger headgear. This professional wrestler, like a tiger walking upright, looks mighty and imposing.

"What kind of Martial Emperor is this? His tone is really loud."

The boss of Qianzhuang sat in front of the TV and sneered, "Does he want to defeat our white tiger? But that's fine, let him stir up the atmosphere. In this match, you will become a machine for me to pay back my money." !"

According to the calculations of the German actuary, the white tiger's winning rate against this Wuhuang is very high, and it can be handicapped.

"Okay, let's do it!"

The owner of the bank nodded, "This time, I want to earn back what I lost!"

The gamble has already been opened, and many people saw the white tiger making a handicap. They thought that since the Martial Emperor was able to utter big words, he probably had some skills. He could always hold on for five minutes, right?

Therefore, a large amount of funds began to be injected into Emperor Wu. The owner of the bank seemed to see a golden mountain, and placed it in front of him. That's right, go spend more money, and the money will end up in my pocket!

Seeing Emperor Wu being so provocative, the white tiger stretched out his right hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"The white tiger contestant responded to the opponent's provocation! It seems that this will be another bloody battle!"

In the voice of the host, the last round of sixteen has officially begun!

But Emperor Wu was not in a hurry to make a move, but stood there with his arms folded, half-smiling, looking at the white tiger in front of him, as if he was looking at a child, with a playful look in his eyes. The white tiger suddenly let out a roar, and then ran wildly, approaching the Emperor Wu at an extremely fast speed. When he ran to Emperor Wu, he jumped up, put his feet together, and kicked Emperor Wu's head with a beautiful flying kick.

"What a strong jumping ability! This is a textbook flying kick!"

The host shouted, "The audience is already cheering, I don't know how the Emperor Wu will respond!"

Emperor Wu still held his arms, facing the sudden fierce flying kick, he didn't move at all. The audience thought that the Martial Emperor must have been so frightened that he didn't even know how to dodge!

But just when everyone thought that Emperor Wu was about to die, a golden dragon suddenly flew out from behind Emperor Wu! The dragon was three meters long, and with a flick of its tail, it sent the white tiger that had kicked it flying away!

The people in the auditorium almost exploded!

Dragon! This is the real Chinese dragon! Could this man named Wuhuang be able to summon a dragon?

"Unbelievable! It turned out to be a dragon!"

Seeing the golden dragon flying around the Emperor Wu, the host and the audience exclaimed together.

"I can't believe it, is this really martial arts?"

People from the six major sects also stared round their eyes. Could it be that the Emperor Wu also practiced turning virtual reality into reality? No, even if you turn the virtual into reality, you can't do this!

"I'm not good at martial arts."

The Martial Emperor proudly said, "I have practiced the legendary immortal art! I am the Martial Emperor, and what I practiced is the "True Immortal Art"!"

As he said that, Emperor Wu sat on his own dragon, flew up, and floated in the air at a height of more than one meter, looking down at the white tiger below.

"What kind of white tiger is nothing more than a kitten in front of me."

"Get up, white tiger!"

The owner of the Qianzhuang felt cold all over his body and sweated profusely behind his back. White tiger, won't just lose like this? He can't lose! If he loses, he will lose money until he cries!

It doesn't matter, even if that Chinese man knows how to do magic, he must not be the opponent of our white tigers! After all, he knows the bloodline of the white tiger, he is a real tiger!

In the eyes of everyone, the white tiger stood up again. And the body of the white tiger also exuded a terrifying aura.

"Roar!"

The white tiger roared, and his whole body began to swell. In the blink of an eye, it swelled to a height of nearly three meters. The clothes on his body were broken, revealing his original skin.

At this time, the white tiger's skin also grew hair, and its body had colorful tiger stripes. And he tore off his mask, revealing the real tiger's head, staring at the Martial Emperor floating above his head covetously!

"My worldview today has been turned upside down..."

The host swallowed, "I actually saw a tiger! It's a real white tiger!"

"It's the orcs of the West."

Another voice sounded from the host platform, and the host turned his head in surprise, only to find that Jiang Feng was sitting beside him at some point.

"Ah, Commander Jiang, can you clear up our doubts?"

"Can."

Jiang Feng nodded. He didn't need a microphone. The entire venue, more than 100,000 people, could hear his voice.

"It's boring anyway, let me explain it to you."