The two sides hugged each other on the court, and Wei Dong's twentieth martial arts fight officially began.

The two stood opposite each other, staring at each other, neither moving, thinking about the latter strike. A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Wang Lung's face, and he nodded at Wei Dong, "You have been fooled." ”

As soon as the words fell, Wang Lung's back made a "whoosh!", and a pair of fleshy wings opened, like the membranous wings of a bat, with a diameter of more than a zhang, and his head also grew a sharp horn at the same time. Holding a three-strand steel fork in both hands, he was flying up.

"Ah......h

In the private room of the Ma Mansion, "What is this?" Steward Liu suddenly rushed to the window, pointed at Wang Lung and scolded. The other three also stared at the monster in the field, secretly praying for Wei Dong in their hearts.

Wei Dong also felt that the man in front of him was very weird, and seeing Wang Lung flying higher and higher with a steel fork in his hand, he was also secretly thinking in his heart.

Besides, Wang Lung flew into the air for about two feet and stopped, and shouted condescendingly at Wei Dong: "Boy, Wang Hu is my brother, look at how I make your life worse than death today." ”

After speaking, he held the fork in both hands, and stabbed towards Wei Dong with a dive. Wei Dong stepped on the smoke and flashed around, but the king dragon flew in the air and followed closely.

While dodging around, Wei Dong suddenly stumbled at his feet, his body shook a little, and Wang Lung saw the opportunity to hold a steel fork and stab towards Wei Dong's vest.

Wei Dong heard a gust of wind hanging behind him, so he fell down on his stomach, and Wang Long's fork pierced the air. Then, Wei Dong put his hands on the ground, stood upside down, and stretched out his legs to kick Wang Lung's buttocks.

Wang Lung didn't guard against Wei Dong's trick at all, he was kicked squarely, and a horse fell to the ground. Wei Dong took the opportunity to turn over and stand up, pointed to the ground with his hand, and muttered to himself.

Wang Lung wanted to turn over and fly, but suddenly felt that his body was extremely heavy, let alone taking off, it was very difficult to turn over. Wei Dong laughed softly, jumped high, and stomped towards Wang Lung's back.

"Ah", with Wang Lung's scream, Wei Dong squatted down and swung his fists and beat him hard. After punching more than a dozen times, he slowly got up, looked at Wang Long, who was already blurred with flesh and blood, shook his head gently, and walked back to the field.

Wang Lung miscalculated one move, and life and death were unknown in an instant. At this moment, a green snake tattoo on his right arm seemed to suddenly come to life, and its head slowly swam out from Wang Lung's cuffs.

At this time, the cheers of the audience were loud, all congratulating Wei Dong on becoming the new twenty-game winning streak warrior in Wild Sand City.

Wei Dong was also waving his arms, greeting and bowing to the already frantic audience.

The green snake suddenly jumped and bit Wei Dong's right leg, and a stream of poison shot out from its fangs and flowed into Wei Dong's body.

Wei Dong only felt that his right calf was a little itchy, and when he looked down, he saw that it was a dead snake biting his calf. He bent down and plucked out the dead snake suddenly, and then pulled out the two fangs that had been embedded in the flesh, and threw them aside casually.

After a while, the tingling sensation disappeared and everything returned to normal. 'Master, I have a poison-avoidance bead, which is invulnerable. ’

At this time, the king dragon raised his head violently, spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and then collapsed and died. His two subordinates, seeing that the owner of the village had died, didn't even care about the corpse, and hurriedly turned their heads and ran.

The four people in the private room hurriedly rushed out, hugged Wei Dong on the field, and shared the joy after twenty consecutive victories.

That night, Mafu was full of joy and set up a banquet to celebrate Wei Dong's success. Master Ma also came out to personally toast Wei Dong and thanked him. Not to mention that.

It is said that the two subordinates of Fengsha Village who fled back rode their horses all the way, and after coming to the village, they cried to the owner of the second village - the tragic death of the master of the big village, Feilong.

After hearing this, the owner of the second village angrily threw the tea bowl in his hand and called on his subordinates to come to the cell where the old man Guo was held.

didn't say much to him, so he directly ordered his subordinates to set fire to the prison cell, and burned the old man Guo alive. 'Deserve to die'

Wei Dong adjusted and recuperated in Mafu for another two days. On this day, Ma Yunlu, Sister Maid, Liu Wu, and a group of servants rode horses or carriages towards Tempest City.

It's almost spring, and the weather is starting to get warmer. Today's weather is particularly hot, a dazzling golden sun, hanging high in the air, the sun shining below has already appeared overlapping.

Wei Dong and Liu Wu rode high-headed horses at the forefront of the team. He looked back to the left and right, and what he saw was a desolation, all the way to the same road as the road around Wild Sands that day—few villages, even fewer arable land.

There are only a few pens written in the books I have seen before, and the Qiang country has scarce arable land and food is in short supply. But when I came to the field, I felt more and more incredible.

Wei Dong couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked Liu Wu about the general situation of the Qiang State. Liu Wu turned his head to look at Wei Dong and said roughly: "Most of the cultivated land is concentrated in the west of the empire, and I don't know exactly what is going on. One, I haven't been. Second, it is because of the news blockade. ”

"Is this still a news blockade?" Wei Dong felt even more strange.

"Well, it's strictly forbidden to ask. Liu Wu looked at both sides and said in a low voice.

'Uh, this, is it really fake?' Wei Dong muttered suspiciously in his heart.

Because of the long distance, the night was spent in an inn, because the inn was not large, and there were not many rooms, so everyone was huddled together, barely for one night.

In the afternoon of this day, a group of carriages and horses finally arrived at the gate of Tempest City, waiting in line to enter the city for verification.

Seeing that it was about to be their turn, they saw a man running up from behind, and handed the patrol soldier a bag of copper coins—the customs duty for entering the city, and then the man turned over and dismounted, and secretly handed the soldier a large piece of silver, and whispered to him. The soldiers on patrol immediately smiled and let them pass. 'Rich makes the devil grind'

The buildings in Tempest are roughly the same as those in Sands. Wei Dong thought that this might be the architectural model of the Qiang Kingdom.

Six horses, one large and one small, drove slowly through the avenues of the city, and soon came to the annex of the horse mansion here.

Because the two cities of Wild Sand and Wind are not far apart, Master Ma specially purchased a courtyard here for the convenience of business transactions, but he didn't expect it to be used on Wei Dong's body now.

This annex covers a small area, just a simple set of main rooms plus two sets of wings, and it is enough to move in today.

Since the courtyard is basically closed all year round, only a local old man was invited to guard it, and the courtyard and rooms are a little messy. As soon as everyone came in, they cleaned and were busy until the evening.

Nothing to do all night. In the early morning of the next day, Wei Dong and Liu Wu finished their cultivation, and they were led by Ma Yunlu to the martial arts arena of Tempest City.

The arena building here looks slightly taller than that of Sand City, but the sculptures around it have become Fifty Victorious warriors, and there is still a lot of space. Wei Dong thought, 'These fifty victories are much more difficult than those twenty victories'

The three of them entered the venue, came to the high-end private room on the third floor and sat down, and watched the martial arts competition.

The warriors in this field are all speed-type, and the fight is unusually tragic, and in the end, one warrior died in battle, and the intestines of the other warrior were exposed, so he simply didn't die.

The next game is a speed-type warrior against a power-type warrior. The power-type was tortured to death in the end.

Wei Dong fell into deep thought, as if in this Qiang country, speed is the advantage, and he has the absolute upper hand. His speed has always been very fast, and because he has learned Yanbo footwork since he was a child, his advantage in body style is even more obvious. There is also the skill of learning the gravity field of the 'Giant Spirit Sect', and against the pure speed of the martial artist, he can be completely abused.

I'm not afraid of fighting against the power type, and I still have a lot of skills that I haven't used. As long as you are vigilant at all times, the thirty-game winning streak here should not be a problem.

Just thinking about it, there was another exclamation on the field: it turned out that it was a power-type who met the speed-type, and the speed-type had always had the advantage, until finally, he was negligent and was punched in the head by the power-type warrior, and died tragically on the spot.

After lunch, the three returned to their residences. The next day, the three of them came to the martial arts arena with their maid sisters, preparing to watch carefully for a long time, and wait until Wei Dong will appear tomorrow.

The four of them were drinking Erguotou and eating the dishes provided in the venue, and when they were looking at it, the door of the private room was suddenly kicked open with a "bang".

The four of them looked back in surprise, only to see a group of thugs entering, and in the middle was a scholar with oily hair and a powdery face.

"Who are you, and why did you trespass here?" Liu Wu jumped up and asked angrily.

"Who among you is Wei Dong?" the scholar asked coldly.

Wei Dong looked at this person coldly, he was not very old, and his appearance was handsome, but he was fat and powdery, and he was a little evil.

"I'm Wei Dong, who are you, we don't seem to know each other, right?" Wei Dong got up and came to this person steadily.

When the scholar saw Wei Dong coming forward to him, he took two steps back very unhappily. Suddenly, he took a big step forward as if he was not convinced, "I am the younger brother of the garrison of Tempest City, Jiang Qing. ”

The four of Wei Dong were really confused, and looked at this Jiang Qing in a daze.

"I heard that you killed the flying dragon, my brother admires it very much at home, I'm a little unconvinced, come and take a look, it doesn't feel very good!" Jiang Qing inexplicably said the inexplicable reason.

"Who is the Flying Dragon, and when did I kill it? How come I don't know?" Wei Dong was even more puzzled.

"It's Wang Long in the martial arts arena, you always know this. Jiang Qing said impatiently.

"Oh, Wang Lung, I know, why is he a flying dragon again?" Wei Dong felt as if he was an idiot, or the other party was an idiot.

When Ma Yunlu heard this, he exclaimed, "Ah, he is the Flying Dragon!", and then came to Wei Dong's side and continued: "The Flying Dragon is a horse thief leader near us, extremely brave, the government tried to arrest him several times, but he was killed. ”

"Oh. Wei Dong finally understood.

"I know, my eldest brother has been praising you all day these days, I am very unconvinced, and I want to ask my subordinates to weigh you. Jiang Qing waved his hand as he spoke, and called a big man's subordinate, "His name is Zhao Shan, my guard, I asked him to challenge you." ”

"Good. Wei Dong readily agreed.