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Yu Canghai grabbed it and said with a smile: "Sister Huang is so beautiful today, I should have asked you to sleep in a room with me yesterday, it's a pity." ”

"Not serious." Yu Taiping was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment before he understood, and suddenly blushed. If they slept in one room, then she wouldn't have seen it all when she bathed and changed clothes today, Yu Canghai was teasing her.

Seeing Yu Taiping's expression, Yu Canghai laughed, he lay down without any image, and put his head on Yu Taiping's thigh, with an expression of enjoyment.

At this time, in the central square of Dingyuan City, it was already crowded. There were as many as 5,000 sergeants on duty alone. It is estimated that the number of people is more than 300,000. The square couldn't accommodate it at all, but there were still countless people squeezing inside.

The surrounding restaurants are full of seats, all of whom can't squeeze in, or who hold their own identities. A lot of people sit together at shared tables. They talked a lot, but the topics they talked about were all about the martial arts society without exception.

A martial artist said: "In this year's martial arts meeting, although there are not too many people participating in the two counties of Pingdong and Zhengdong because of chaos. But the specifications are still very high, and the rewards for watching are drooling, and the masters are even more dizzying, which is eye-opening. ”

When a person at the adjacent table heard this, he took over the topic: "Brother Tai, I don't agree with this, Pingdong and Zhengdong counties are not absent." It can only be said that they did not hold martial arts meetings in their own counties. Because after the war began, at least seventy percent of the forces in these two counties ran to Zhendong County, the state finals, worthy of the name. ”

Someone else answered: "That's true, this time is different from previous years. Yuanjing ordered all princes, princes, nobles, officials, clans, families, tribes, and large and small organizations to participate. As soon as these forces come, there will be no civilian warriors who can rank in the martial arts society. In this final, there were a total of thirty warriors in the three stages, and one of them was a civilian. The others were all born with a background. ”

There is still half an hour before the start of the martial arts meeting, but in the corner of the central square, it is very lively.

"Bet, bet. Yinghao Casino sits in the bank, reputation first. ”

"The Sun and Moon Chamber of Commerce's betting markets are settled in every game. Everyone buys and leaves. ”

"I'll come, I'll press a thousand taels, and the worship of Prince Jing's Mansion will win the first place in the Great Martial Master."

"What are the odds of Martial Master Wan Yingjie, and what are the odds? Nonsense, of course the first, one to ten? Okay, I'll press five hundred taels, and I'll bet on him to be the first martial artist. The martial arts group is just a civilian warrior and does not support who he supports. ”

"I also bet on Wan Yingjie, I bet on him to be in the top five."

In the center of the square, there is a metal pillar 50 meters high and no more than 5 meters wide, which is the competition platform for the state finals.

The rules of the competition are also very simple, no weapons are used, it is fist and foot fighting. If you fall off the competition platform, take the initiative to admit defeat, or lose the ability to fight, or die, you will lose, and vice versa. Because the fists and feet have no eyes, there is no guarantee. Therefore, the martial arts will allow death.

The range of the tournament platform is only five meters, which is a distance for a warrior to reach. Such a small range is to let them see the effort between square inches. This eliminates all the possibility of shortcuts, and at such a distance, the fight will be very fast, and everyone will explode with all their might. In a competition, the winner is often seen in dozens of breaths.

It is fifty meters higher than the martial arts platform, and it is also an environmental test for the warriors. When people are in high places, they tend to panic. Fifty meters is for a warrior, especially a samurai and a martial artist, and if you fall down, you will also be injured.

Of course, the fifty-meter-high is mainly to take care of the onlookers. The warriors have good eyesight, fifty meters high, enough to see clearly from a kilometer away. Otherwise, in a martial arts competition on flat ground, no matter how many people are around, there will be hundreds of people who can be seen. There are now hundreds of thousands of people in this square, and if they are not allowed to see it, there will be no chaos.

Two hundred meters north of the tournament platform, there is a fifty-meter-high attic, which is divided into five floors, where dignitaries and judges will watch. The martial artists who participated in the finals of the martial arts tournament are also here. They went into the attic early and rested and waited on the second floor.

Wan Yingjie was in his lounge and calmed down, closing his eyes and recuperating. He has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome face. Even when sitting, he is upright and puts his hands on his knees. There was a sharp aura on his body, like a sword overflowing with cold light.

He knew very well in his heart that there were many civilians supporting him, and this support turned into his motivation. As the only civilian martial artist in the state finals, he will receive countless invitations after the competition, regardless of his grades. Not before, because after the martial arts meeting, his itinerary was arranged, and contact with outsiders was forbidden.

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door.

Wan Yingjie opened his eyes and opened the door. He knew someone who came, and he was also a member of the martial arts group, and he was his opponent. But a woman, called Yi Caixuan.

"What are you going to do?" Wan Yingjie frowned slightly, he and the other people who participated in the finals were separated by their identities and status, and there was a natural gap between them, and they were not familiar with each other, at this time the game was about to start, and Yi Caixuan came to visit, which made him very puzzled.

Yi Caixuan's face is obviously from Dingzhou, and it is as pure as a landscape. She does not have the delicacy and flamboyance of the women of the Zhili Prefecture and Chizhou of the Yu Dynasty. is like a big sister in the family, although it is not beautiful, but it is kind and natural.

Hearing Wan Yingjie's words, Yi Caixuan smiled and said, "Don't you invite me in to sit down?" ”

"It's not very convenient." Wan Yingjie refused without hesitation.

Yi Caixuan's smile remained unchanged and asked, "Who did you draw in the competition?" ”

"Didn't draw you."

Yi Caixuan nodded and said, "I have seen your previous martial arts competitions, your kung fu is very good, and there are obvious traces of being on the battlefield." Every move and style has a taste of being tempered. Who taught you kung fu? ”

It is not polite to ask people directly about martial arts. But Yi Caixuan is undisguised, and it is precisely because she did not beat around the bush, but asked openly and honestly, which made people feel good.

Wan Yingjie hesitated for a moment and said, "Kung Fu is a family tradition. During the Battle of Dingzhou, he helped the army do some things, and the masters in the army taught two tricks. In the midst of the war, he collected some martial arts methods and fused them to create them. ”

Yi Caixuan suddenly said: "The battlefield is the birthplace of martial arts, and it is also the fastest place to practice martial arts. It is an immutable principle that those who can survive on the battlefield can achieve something. No matter how good the teacher is, no matter how good the teacher is, he has never been on the battlefield, and he can't practice kung fu to the extreme. I haven't been on it, and I feel like I can't beat you, so I'm going to ask. ”

Wan Yingjie smiled: "The girl is humble." ”

Yi Caixuan waved her hand and said, "Without humility, I don't have your strength, sharpness, and murderous spirit." In my realm, my combat skills may be stronger than yours, and this is also the reason for the inheritance. But if you want to fight, if you don't have a kind of spirit in your body, you won't be your opponent. To reach the transcendent realm, you need spiritual power. ”

"Extraordinary, among the 100,000 martial artists, there can't be one, it's too far away." Wan Yingjie smiled.

Yi Caixuan said again: "Actually, I'm here to be a lobbyist, I'm from King Jing's Mansion, after the competition, if Brother Wan is willing, I can recommend you to the prince." ”

"King Jing's Mansion." Wan Yingjie was stunned, he pondered for a moment, and was about to speak, when he heard a huge shout outside.

"Shenwu Hou is here."

"Lord Thorn is here, too."

"Who is in the carriage, Shenwu Hou is riding a horse, who dares to sit in the carriage."

Wan Yingjie's expression was straight, and he didn't care about Yi Caixuan, and walked quickly to the edge railing of the attic. I saw that the crowd in the square automatically separated into a road. More than 1,000 brightly clad sergeants opened the way, escorting a group of dignitaries on horseback to the attic.

Wan Yingjie saw Shenwu Hou and saw many officials. I also saw that in the middle of the sergeant, there was a luxurious and exquisite carriage.

"Stride, stomp." There was a dense sound of footsteps behind him, all of them coming downstairs. It was the people on the upper floors of the attic who went down to greet them.

Yi Caixuan walked over quickly, pulled Wan Yingjie's sleeve and pulled it back. She said: "Don't stand here, condescending to look down on adults, it is extremely impolite, you will be in big trouble when you are seen." ”