Qin Zui nodded, not saying much. Man Rui squinted at Che Hongtu and Situ Qing sitting next to him. These two people fought to the death with Qin drunk at the time of the competition, and the fighting on the martial arts school forum was no different from killing his father's enemy, but it was really rare to get along so well today.

"Okay, let me tell you, the one on Liang Feiji's left, my man. Looking at Man Rui's curious baby's gaze, Che Hongtu exhaled and pointed to a martial artist of the red group.

Although this person was wearing a helmet, he did not wear a mask, but instead wore a pair of sunglasses, a smiling and proud appearance, carrying a black iron pipa on his shoulder, wearing a red armor, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"I'll go to that musician!" Man Rui exclaimed, "This person is so good-looking......"

"That's the team leader's sister, Che Hongying. Qin Zui explained quietly.

"So handsome! no! beautiful beauty! no, no, no, that...... Very decent!uh~~~ It looks amazing. Man Rui panicked.

"Hmph. Che Hongtu rolled his eyes.

Man Rui sat down beside Situ Qing with his face on, looked around excitedly, and looked at all the nine martial artists on the field. He found that many of the martial arts students from Kongsang, Tianzhu and Bac Ninh No. 1 were there, not bursting with cheers and cheers. Liang Feiji and Che Hongying have attracted attention and deserve it. They are all outstanding people in their respective martial arts schools. However, who are the people in the Kongsang Martial Arts School looking at? Who is Situ Qing looking at?

"Alright, ouch, don't look at it, I'm getting dizzy. Situ Qing stretched out his hand and pressed Man Rui's head, "I'm looking at the blue group!"

Man Rui raised his eyes and looked in the direction Situ Qing pointed. It was a shield-wielding warrior. A long shield in his left hand and a strange-shaped sword and spear in his right hand.

"Who?" Man Rui didn't recognize.

"Don't you know? He made a name for himself during the training camp, and he has never heard of it for ten miles?"

"I've heard it, but it's a ten-mile iron wall. Aren't all people called the Great Wall? That's the real cow!" Man Rui waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Ten miles is thickness, lad. Situ Qing patted Man Rui's shoulder.

"Poof!"

Just when Man Rui and the three martial arts bosses of the Special Administrative Region were talking happily, suddenly a deafening shout swept through the entire Ten Kings Arena, causing all the other people's conversations and discussions to come to an abrupt end.

"The ambition of the upper horse should be unfinished, and King Heng only believes in you, but the dragon city will fly, although tens of millions of people will go to ~~~~" It was the voice of hundreds of steel fans.

With the shouts that had been rehearsed long ago, countless fans raised their support cards high at the same time.

"Shangxi's sword is only for Heng Wang Liang!"

"Revenge for you, for you!"

"As soon as the flying sword comes out, it will be a hundred taels of gold!"

"The sword of the sting, cut it all and refuse to accept it!"

"King Heng fell, Shang Si continued his life, a sword came west, and no one was served!"

"Born as a fan, die as a concubine!"

"King Heng, one heart and one body! Thousands of troops and horses, one sword to break it!"

A lot of versatile fans also showed the waist drum, with the neat shout, the waist drum sounded, the drum sounded, the applause twice, the drum twice, the applause four, the drum beat beat faster and faster, the applause became more and more urgent. It's just hundreds of people, who actually played the momentum of thousands of troops and horses, and grabbed everyone's attention at once.

At this moment, Hua Shang, who was standing in the center of the arena and had already begun to line up, faced the silent stares of the warriors around him, and his heart was full of shame, and there were no more waves.

He suddenly understood how Rong Henghao felt when he was competing in the kendo competition, maybe he was also trying to live in life rather than death.

The warriors of the red group had obviously had a very effective communication when they were draped, and when the referee high-fived and prompted preparation, they tacitly stood in a glaive formation. Warriors carrying black iron lutes are entrenched in the center of the town. There are two people on the left side of the formation, one is a warrior who uses a hook and sickle spear, and the other warrior uses a Xuanhua axe, which is both offensive and defensive. There is only one martial artist on the right side of the formation, wearing a fist in his hand, and he is a qigong master.

In the center of the Glaive Array, on the side of the Biwa Warrior, stood a young warrior carrying a huge iron box on his back. After the others took their seats, the young warrior put the iron box in front of the pipa warrior, opened the lid of the iron box, and took out a doll made of snow-white wood from inside. The doll wears a crimson dancing sleeve shirt drawn on a characteristic paper cut, and its head is draped with green silk, and the hair is made of black spider silk, each of which is glued to the puppet's scalp by special fish glue.

The face of the puppet is delicately colored with strange paints, and the eyebrows are picturesque and exquisite, and there is no wooden texture at all, like a noble face like a hibiscus out of water. Its arms are long and slender, and its palms are obscured by red water sleeves with crimson steel plates around the edges. Its waist is only one hand, its crotch is decorated with a golden and red leaf armor skirt, its two long legs are as white as lotus roots, and the soles of its feet are stepping on vermilion red steel stilts, the tips are like spears, and they are extremely sharp.

The warrior with the iron box on his back took out a bell with a diameter of about 10 centimeters from the cloth bag on his waist, shook it gently, and a beautiful red satin was dusted off from the handle of the bell, red as a glow. He took the bell in his left hand and waved it lightly with his right hand. A five-colored aura gushed out from the tips of the fingers like spider silk, lightly attached to the puppet.

......The body of the puppet swayed, like a lily of the valley in the wind, with its legs staggered and changed, and it rolled its sleeves in the center of the arena, making an extremely beautiful appearance. At this moment, the puppet seemed to be enchanted, and it awoke from its slumber and transformed into a stunningly beautiful red lady.

The entire arena was enveloped in frantic exclamations and applause. I've never seen such a stunning appearance! Is this a small formation? It feels like a concert of the Asian Dance King!

The warriors of the blue group were dumbfounded. I've never seen the puppeteer's silk play, and I don't know how to fight at all.

The staff on both sides entered the venue one after another and began to inspect the weapons of the warriors on the spot, a process that would last five to ten minutes, which was the last chance for the blue group warriors to communicate. They have already delayed the time to communicate when they are draped, and if they don't hurry up and study countermeasures, this positioning game will be completely finished.

"Hua Shang, Shang Si, you are the biggest, how do you say to fight?" the bald warrior hurriedly asked. He is a warrior who uses a long stick and a spokesman for the reckless.

"Shang Si, I use a chain cone, both short and long-range, I haven't fought this puppeteer, it's up to you. The red-haired warrior also panicked. What the small formation is most afraid of is that there is a type of martial artist who has never seen it, and his strengths and weaknesses are blackened, and the opportunity is lost.

Hua Shang was so panicked, he played a small formation match for the first time, and he had never seen anything, how could he fight?