Looking at the painful look of the man in black who got up and rolled on his knees under the ring, Xiao Yu estimated that this kick might have hurt his muscles and bones. Regardless of anything else, it is impossible to return to the ring in a short period of time.

The referee brother was very conscientious this time.

Lying there, he shouted loudly at the top of his voice:

"Hey, this little brother, how are you doing now? Can you continue to come on stage? ”

After getting a relatively clear answer, he made a boring sound, struck the gong vigorously, and announced loudly:

"In the second game, Ouyang Lan Gongzi won!"

Oh, this guy who just won, his name is Ouyang Lan?

Xiao Yu's eyes swept thoughtfully from the face of Ouyang Langongzi, who was full of smug smiles, and in the bottom of his heart, he couldn't help but think again:

Well, this guy is insidious and ruthless, if you encounter it next time, you have to be careful to beware of it.

"This person has so much strength, and his temperament is also a little feminine. If it does, it will be a relatively difficult opponent. ”

The person beside him commented lightly in a flat tone.

Xiao Yu twisted his head, still staring at the ring, just pretending not to hear.

Only in my heart secretly said:

Cut, such a thing, you don't see it yourself when this girl is a girl, say it and tell it to this girl. When the time comes, this girl will have to promise you a favor.

In my ears, there was another chuckle:

"What is Yu'er doing with such a weak heart? Could it be that you are afraid that this king will win you if he makes a bet today? ”

"Less! I haven't seen anyone in white yet! ”

Xiao Yu looked back and argued with some unconvincing.

"Look, isn't there a guy dressed in white coming up in the ring?"

Prince Nangong still said gently and calmly.

As soon as Xiao Yumeng turned around, he found that in the empty ring, at this moment, there were two people facing each other like javelins.

The referee's brother struck the gong skillfully again, and shouted loudly:

"In the third game, Xu Xian vs. Yang Gang!"

Xu Xian, the legendary husband of the White Lady's mother's family? The legendary white-faced scholar who traveled to the West Lake with an umbrella in his hand? Who is it? Who is it?

Seeing Xiao Yu stretching his neck, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, anxious to see clearly, someone on his side seemed to be a little impatient and asked coldly:

"What are you looking at again?"

"Xu Xian!" Xiao Yu shouted without replying: "Look, look, who is it?" ”

"Naturally, it's the one in the white shirt." A certain voice replied angrily: "Don't look at it, it won't be long before the little white shirt will lose." ”

"No, no." A squinted his eyes and said with a look of fascination: "People are Xu Xian, the Xu Xian that the white lady is thinking about." How could such a blessed man lose so easily? ”

"You mean, he can't lose?!" Someone's voice suddenly became scathing: "Then look at it." Don't forget our bet. ”

"That nature, that nature. He will never lose, Yu'er is confident. ”

Xiao Yu didn't reply back.

"Oh?" The voice beside him, no matter how you listen to it, feels a little weird.

Xiao Yu ignored it directly, and just kept looking at the ring.

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