Because of the hilt of the Heavenly Sword under Fan Zhijun's bed, Yintian simply kept lying on the bed sick and didn't want to get up.

Since the wrestler incident happened during the meeting with the armed forces, everyone has been in a good mood, and they have died down after a few hurried blows, and no one wants to work too hard, which is also the meaning of the three tribal patriarchs.

Everyone won and lost, and soon ended this warm-up battle for the battle for the Heavenly Sword City Lord.

As soon as the March period arrived, the official battle for the Heavenly Sword City Lord kicked off, and a rare smile appeared on Yuan Ying's face.

Of course, Yuan Ying's original intention in this competition was that everyone would stop at the point, but others didn't think so.

"There will inevitably be injuries in the competition, and I think I must sign the life and death certificate. Fan Zhihua proposed first.

His proposal was endorsed by Yao Qirong and Nguyen Gu Mao.

"But everyone is their own person, so won't this affect everyone-"

"Hey, the city lord doesn't need to worry too much, he wants to talk about all of us. City Lord, don't blame me for speaking directly, if the City Lord comes to our Heavenly Sword City in the future, no matter which one of them is extremely welcome, do you say?" Yao Qirong said to a few people with a smile.

Yuan Ying heard this meaning, and among the friends of the Yiwu Society, they had already torn their faces apart, and at this time, they were not afraid of breaking the jar and breaking the conflict to continue to escalate.

"So since everyone agrees to do this, let's sign a life and death certificate!" In this case, Yuan Ying could only compromise.

The battle for the city lord adopts a lottery system, and the winner can advance, and the final winner will become the city lord of Heavenly Sword City.

The rules are not difficult to understand, anyway, everyone just fights desperately.

Shao Chengzhi really wanted to go up and show his skills, but he had no choice but to accept the registration of people from Heavenly Sword City, and Shao Chengzhi, an outsider, could not participate in the war.

"But aren't those visitors also outsiders?" Shao Chengzhi muttered.

Diao Yugui stretched out his hand and flicked Shao Chengzhi: "Do you think those doormen won't make way for their sons-in-law? Why don't you go and be a doorman? Teach your wind-chasing sword technique to someone casually?"

"Teach them the Wind Chasing Sword Technique, they dream!"

"Isn't that it, you still have to compete with these people for the city lord in your kung fu, really become the city lord as if you would do it!" Shao Ruobing also joined Shao Chengzhi's battle group.

On the first day of the competition, except for Yintian and Yingji, everyone came to watch the battle.

Because it is a lottery, it is inevitable that people from the same tribe will fight against each other. If it is a guest of the same clan, everyone has discussed it before, and it is basically the same as an exhibition match.

After the performance, everyone easily decided the victory, a sentence of "admiration", a sentence of "acceptance", and ended the competition in a friendly and relaxed atmosphere.

If there is no doorman among the two people from the same race, then the two people are really fighting, although there is occasional danger, but everyone has three points in their hands, so as not to put the other to death.

Everyone knows very well who has a few pounds and a few taels, and if you can't fight, you can't beat it, and there is no need to resist needlessly, so the side that feels inferior to others will soon admit defeat.

If it is a doorman who meets the son of which family, most of them will take the initiative to admit defeat, unless the doorman is a person with very high kung fu and is very useful in the subsequent struggle, otherwise it is generally the doorman who is out of the game and the son is promoted.

After a few games, Shao Ruobing was sleepy, she was a little excited, and even planned to go back.

If it weren't for Diao Yugui's desire for her to add some actual combat experience, it would probably have been for her to go, Shao Ruobing looked around boredly, and her attention was no longer on the field.

Suddenly, she heard an exclamation from the people, it turned out that Yao Yuanxiu was knocked to the ground with a stick by a doorman from the Fan Mansion.

The doorman of Yao's Mansion immediately shouted: "The third prince should not be strong!"

Yao Yuanxiu hooked the sword on the ground with one kick and reached out to grab it, and said to the Fan Mansion doorman, "Come again!"

Yao Yuanshan shouted: "Third brother, don't be impulsive!"

Yao Yuanxiu could not listen to it, and his sword was like a rainbow and rushed towards the Fan Mansion doorman.

Fanfumenke's kung fu was obviously above Yao Yuanxiu, and he gently and skillfully avoided Yao Yuanxiu's attack, but instead hit the sword in Yao Yuanxiu's hand to the ground again.

If it weren't for the fact that he was going to clear the field in the competition, Yao Yuanshan would have run into the ring at this time, and the people in Yao's Mansion kept shouting at Yao Yuanxiu to let him come down, but Yao Yuanxiu seemed unwilling to lose like this, he picked up his sword and rushed forward again.

Fan Qingsong of the Fan Mansion suddenly shouted to the doorman of his house: "Be merciful to your subordinates!

Fan Qingsong's words were so harsh in Yao Yuanxiu's ears, and he felt that the blood was boiling all over his body, and this blood seemed to have rushed to the top of his head, and he rushed over desperately with all his might.

His rush did not get a frontal response from the doorman of Fanfu, and the doorman once again avoided Yao Yuanxiu's edge and hit Yao Yuanxiu in the back with a stick.

Yao Yuanxiu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and with the strength of this stick, he ran forward a few steps to the edge of the ring, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he fell headfirst down.

Yao Yuanshan, Yao Yuanqing and a few guests from Yao's mansion hurriedly ran to the ring, they came a little late, and Yao Yuanxiu had already planted his head on the ground.

The ring is two zhang high, which is equivalent to the height of a two-story building today, and it stands to reason that such a height is not high for a person who knows martial arts, and he will not be injured if he jumps from the ring.

But now Yao Yuanxiu didn't jump down, but fell down, he didn't fall down ordinarily, but fell headfirst, frankly speaking, his fall was absolutely unlucky.

Shao Banshan doesn't like these things of fighting and killing, he has never come to watch martial arts competitions, and today is of course no exception.

If Shao Banshan is here, maybe things will take a turn for the better, at least he knows some first-aid knowledge, but it's a pity that he is not there.

The people of Yao Mansion carried Yao Yuanxiu to the shelf and sent him to Yuan Mansion, and Yao Yuanxiu died on the way to Yuan Mansion.

Yao Yuanshan didn't give up, he must send it to Shao Banshan and let him see it.

When people arrived at Yuan's Mansion, they were already dead, and the Daluo Immortals couldn't be saved.

Yao Yuanshan went back to Yao Qirong with tears in his eyes and told Yao Qirong that raising such a big son fell to his death, not to mention the uncomfortable feeling in Yao Qirong's heart.

He wanted to get up and go to Shao Banshan to see his son, but his legs became weak and he sat down directly on the ground. Fortunately, there was a doorman next to him who pulled him back.

Yao Qirong wanted to cry, but he knew that he couldn't let the other two tribes see the joke at this time, he suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and said to Yao Yuanshan: "Prepare a sedan chair, I'll go to see Yuanxiu!"