There was a small exclamation on the field.

"Is that the kung fu of the Eastern countries?" A noble lady looked at the wise man holding the long sword with admiration on her face, she had heard of the martial arts of the East for a long time, and the whole world flocked to it, and she was no exception.

"It's swordsmanship! A few slashes, it's too handsome. This is a novel martial art that we have never seen in the Western Continent. A gentleman with a delicate bow tie at the neckline muttered with an expression of admiration and adoration on his face.

"I'll bet 10,000 meros and he'll win!" A glamorous woman unravels the 10,000 meros she earned, and then spills them into the air. She admires those unpredictable oriental swordsmanship too much. Now that seeing is believing, how can she control her excitement.

A large amount of merocoins scattered into countless "petals" in the air, and Wise glanced at the banknotes that made him hungry, and his Adam's apple couldn't help but float with difficulty.

"Ten thousand U.S. dollars? Asha, you're so poor. Do you understand that it is oriental swordsmanship? In a blink of an eye, you can take someone's head! It's only 10,000 merro coins, are you humiliating Oriental swordsmanship? "Sitting next to the beautiful woman was a strong man with tattoos all over his neck. The strong man is also a nobleman, but he disdains the kind of well-mannered suit and dress, he only likes sports vests, and large swaths of bulging ancient yellow muscles are exposed to the air, which makes him feel indescribably happy.

The strong man grinned, "Ten thousand U.S. dollars is too little!" Asha, I'll bet 500,000 U.S. dollars! ”

The strong man snapped his fingers, and behind him was a young man carrying a large black bag, and the young man was slightly thin. He respectfully placed the bag beside the strong man. Then take a few steps back and stand up straight.

The strong man zipped the heavy bag. With white broos in his bag, he stood up with a smile, reached out and took out the large bundle of money, and then got up and waved it towards the arena. Those "bundles" rolled down.

The strong man suddenly opened his voice, picked up the microphone next to him and said in Meroe: "Little boy, I am optimistic about you." Show me your oriental swordsmanship. I'll bet 500,000 U.S. I'll win. Don't let me down! ”

As he spoke, the strong man stretched out his finger and pointed to the bundles of Mero coins that rolled down on the edge of the arena, and then said in the broken Tiangong language: "Dongfang Jianshu (swordsmanship)." I'll look at the trench mud (good for you)! ”

The strong man's voice was very loud, and he was shouting with a microphone. Wisely, he understands the Merro language, and he can also understand the few broken Tiangong dialects. Mingming, who was very excited to see the money spilled, suddenly opened his mouth in shock.

What the heck? Oriental swordsmanship?

Wise to cry without tears. Lao Tzu casually made a few blind strokes and had something to do with that ghost thing in Oriental swordsmanship? Then Lao Tzu jumped a few rubber bands on the ground, could it become a Ling Bo microstep? What is this?

As soon as I heard the strong man shouting Oriental swordsmanship. The whole arena suddenly boiled. The bundle of merois flew towards him like a downpour.

Could it be that these aristocratic ladies are all brainless fans of the Oriental swordsmanship of the Tiangong Kingdom?

Wise's originally bitter face suddenly lifted, his eyes rolled in his sockets, and the corners of his mouth suddenly cracked. He was happy in his heart, since everyone thinks so highly of the uncle, then the uncle will show you what is called the mysterious swordsmanship of the vast and profound Tiangong Kingdom!

Wise suddenly took a deep breath, then raised his left foot slightly, and then the tip of his toe landed on the ground in front of him, and his right hand holding the sword was raised, and then stretched out in front of him, slowly drawing a semicircle around the air.

"Good!"

"It's so mysterious!"

"It must be amazing!"

"What a wonderful swordsmanship!"

"Amazing!"

……

The audience suddenly boiled. One by one, they stood up and clapped their hands, as if they had been rehearsed in advance. The circular audience platform is like a wave of the sea, rising and falling one after another.

The applause was like thunder, and the head of the wise man was stunned, and Mo Xiaosheng in the preparation room had a dull look, "This ...... That's it! When did this guy get so awesome? Oriental swordsmanship? How did I not know he could do this? ”

Pock's eyes were full of light, and when he looked at the wise eyes, he was almost reverent, as if he was kneeling down to the Buddha.

"Big brother, the big brother on the field has awesome oriental swordsmanship." Polk kept swallowing.

"You also know Oriental swordsmanship?" Mo Xiaosheng looked back at Boke in shock, his face full of surprise.

"Oriental swordsmanship, that's the greatest magical secret art in the world. Who wouldn't want to meet the reality version. Pork's eyes stared at Wise without blinking, and the saliva on the corner of his mouth was about to run.

Mo Xiaoshu was in a trance for a while, and he helped his forehead. What bullshit Oriental swordsmanship is so famous. None of the people who were born and raised in the Tiangong Kingdom had ever heard of Oriental Swordsmanship, so how did those foreigners know about Oriental Swordsmanship? It's really weird.

Mo Xiaoshu was already a little confused by the second monk.

The game continues.

Wise's expression is focused, and his eyes are bright. Those who don't know his personality may really think that he is mentally focused, but in Mo Xiaosheng's opinion, it is just pretending, he knows too much about wisdom, this guy just likes all kinds of pretenses, especially in front of those who are more laymen than himself, and he feels a special sense of achievement. For example, now!

Wise took a deep breath, and the tip of the sword pointed at the sky fell towards the bull, bringing a flash of fan in the air. Stopping the movement in his hand, the tip of his sword pointed at Niu Ba, and there was an inexplicable momentum on his body.

Wise laughed at this time. Pretend, pretend, who wouldn't, hahaha. In front of me, you are all scumbags!

Wise's eyes narrowed, and the tip of the sword suddenly stretched forward. He looked at Niu Ba with a slightly defiant look.

The corners of Niu Ba's eyes twitched slightly. In fact, it was a little nervous at this time. After all, it's oriental swordsmanship, that kind of magical martial art, but you can cut off the opponent's head in the blink of an eye. The hooves that were still stomping on the ground just now were a little swaying and trembling at this time. It's a little scared.

Who is wise? That's an absolute ghost. Niu Ba's little action was really clear in his eyes.

Wise smiled. Haha, it turns out that you are also a coward, and I thought that the C-level bull was a lot of cheats. But Erl, but Erl.

The dramatic turn has been mastered by Wise in silence.

At this time, Wise secretly controlled Niu Ba's mental state with his eyes, and the sword in his hand threatened Niu Ba's body.

In front of Wise, Niu Ba is now like an old man, and he doesn't dare to move, for fear that Wise will kill him with a sword.

Wise inhaled again, pretending to cross forward under his feet, his eyes staring at the bull's eye, the long sword in his hand shook slightly, and the tip of the sword was reflected in Niu Ba's eyes with a faint cold light.

Just when Niu Ba thought that Mingzhi would continue to hold on to him, Mingzhi suddenly raised his sword vigorously, and then leaned forward violently.

When he was about to slash at Niu Ba, his face suddenly stiffened, his face turned pale, and his originally slender waist suddenly shook, and his hand slowed down. The hem of his waist was dyed a bright red and bloody color.

Immediately after, Wise's face turned painful, he clenched his teeth, and sweat rolled down his forehead.

What's going on?

The nobles were stunned. How could the little boy in the East, who was still vigorous just now, wearing a transcendent posture with every stroke, suddenly bleed?

"I know that this is an internal force. It must have been that the Oriental kid mobilized the internal force of his body when he raised the sword just now and injected the internal force into the sword, but because he didn't cut the sword out in time, the power gathered on the blade, that is, the internal force, flowed back into his body. The force was so strong that he was unsuspectingly hurt by himself, and he would definitely bleed. A young nobleman who seemed to have read a lot of books on Oriental swordsmanship kept gesturing to match his speech. He spoke very seriously and decently. To the layman, this young nobleman resembles a well-read wise man; But in the eyes of insiders, it was just an ignorant child who was serious but talking nonsense.

It's a pity that all the people present are laymen. Whatever he says, that's what he is.

"Rilke, I don't see it. You know so much. A curly-haired man on one side reached out and patted the young nobleman named Rilke on the shoulder.

"Just by accident." Rilke's mouth was full of modesty, but his face was smug. This must be aristocratic hypocrisy.

While the aristocrats on the stage were talking, the red film on Wise's body became bigger and bigger. His face became paler and paler.

A gleam appeared in Niu Ba's eyes, although it didn't know what had happened to Wise, but one thing he was sure of was that Wise at this time must have been affected by some kind of suddenness, causing his body to suddenly become weak and pale.

It's time to end this game. Niu Ba's eyes showed excitement. I saw that his bull's head was slightly bowed, and the horns of the bull were facing Wise, and he was about to rush with his hooves.

Wise has already seen the bull's intentions. He raised the sword in his hand with difficulty, the tip of the sword pointed at Niu Ba, but his hand was trembling, without power or intimidation.

In Niu Ba's current view, the wisdom that was unbeatable just now has now been reduced to a chopping board fish meat that can be slaughtered. No threat.

Niu Ba sprinted over, Wise eyes showed the despair of dying, he knew that raising the sword in his hand was already the last strength, and it was absolutely impossible to escape.

Is this going to be the end of the day? Wise didn't dare to think about it, he couldn't help but close his eyes, and his heart fell to the bottom.

Mo Xiaoshu has long been different from what it used to be, and now he is as strong as a tiger, and he rushed out from the mouth of the battle, extremely fast, but in the blink of an eye, he flashed in front of Niu Ba.

The sudden illegal entry of people made all the nobles stunned. But turning around, their eyes became more enthusiastic.

In their long-standing impressions, this kind of rescue scene appeared in front of their eyes for the first time. They had a hunch that it would be the best game in the history of the Colosseum. Everyone watched with bated breath, and there was silence in the stands.

"What kind of expression do you have, wise?" In the exclamation of everyone, Mo Xiaoshu punched Niu Ba's horns without fear.

"Click!" The bone crack sounded, and the surface of Niu Ba's horn showed cracks, and then there were more and more cracks, and then it shattered and fell to the ground.

The race turned again.