Yang Qilang entered the ring for the second time and stood in front of Pan Bao, the uncle of the Three Kingdoms. Pan Renmei knew something bad at first sight: Whose child is this kid? He who dares to compete with my son is definitely not an ordinary person. He hurriedly said to Pan Long and Pan Hu: "Be careful, don't let your brothers suffer." "Dad, don't worry, this boy is so beautiful. He was kicked off the stage by his third brother just after they met. What are you afraid of? Just watch the fun."
At this time, Pan Bao carefully looked at Yang Qilang in front of him, and saw that his eyes were shining brightly, and he was shouting at him with his fists clenched. Pan Bao was also afraid: there was only one day left, and it would be unjust to lose to this man. Why don't I use big words to scare him away and avoid trouble: "Hey, friend, do you know who I am? My father is the Grand Master of the Imperial Court, my sister is the Empress of the West Palace, and today I am my brother-in-law. If you dare to touch my uncle's hair, you have to kneel down and set up a flagpole for me." When Qi Lang heard this, he laughed: "Pan Bao, you are so ashamed. Isn't it just your sister who looks so good and bullies others with her power? "What are you capable of?" "Hey, my uncle has won dozens of battles. Can you do it?" "Bah! Pan Bao, I heard that you injured someone in the ring a few days ago. I want to avenge the death." After saying that, Pan Bao jumped up and hit Qilang's chest. The two people exchanged moves and fought together. Although Pan Bao had been taught by celebrities and his hands and feet were very nimble, how could he withstand Qilang's Arhat Fist? Qilang spread his fists and feet, his fists were like shooting stars, his eyes were like lightning, his body was like a snake and his legs were like swords. Everyone in the audience was stunned, and they were stunned.
