The audience is all born optimists, and the superb fighting skills of Goryeo Purple Chicken did not make them feel the slightest sense of distress. They are ready to go to the next semi-final.

The King of Qin, the King of Jin, the King of Yan, as well as Gu Hongshi, Dao Yan and other people from the palace mostly experienced brutal battles.

They did not have the purity of heart of the people, and they applauded and grinned, all out of the demands of the ceremonial state.

Seeing that the Purple Chicken's skills were extraordinary, King Qin's worries were written on his hands.

He kept crossing his hands, and then lowering them, and then crossing them, and putting them down again.

"Second brother, don't worry!" Zhu Biao smiled open-mindedly, "The Central Plains is vast, and the cockfighting is in all directions, so you won't lose!" ”

"Yes, second brother, although this purple chicken is powerful, but if it sees those chickens in your palace, it will lose its armor and abandon its armor, hehe!" Zhu agreed.

He didn't notice King Qin's uneasiness, and he never thought that King Qin needed comfort, but he had to stand on the same front with the crown prince.

"Redstone, do you think our Central Plains cockfight will win?" Dao Yan asked.

He is willing to participate in anything that is gambling. The small gamble uses the brain to ask yourself, and the big gamble divination asks God.

"I don't know! That purple chicken is like a human, I want to ask it. Redstone recalls with relish the tactics of the purple chicken, which is comparable to that of humans.

"Hahaha! It definitely tells you that it is the winner in the end. Cockfighting doesn't even have this fighting nature, is it still called cockfighting? Zhu Di raised his head and laughed, "In this way, the three of us will gamble on a game, and the gambling money will be discussed!" ”

"Okay, I'll bet on the Central Plains cockfight to win, how to grow my ambition first!" Dao Yan said, "Redstone, what about you? ”

"I bet on the purple chicken to win, and it's as good as a human!"

"Okay, okay, I'll stand with the master! I think the clouds cover the snow to win! Zhu Di said.

"Hehe, Your Highness, Redstone must lose." Li Shilu also came over, "I have come into contact with some Korean people before, and they can only fight ducks, not cocks. ”

"Fighting ducks?" Dao Yan suddenly remembered something, "Yes, yes, yes!" Didn't Gu Baoguang of the Southern Dynasty have a "Goryeo Fighting Duck Picture"? ”

"That's the Southern Dynasty! It's been almost a thousand years now, can't they just like cockfighting? Anyway, that purple chicken is really different, and you've seen it. "Gu Hongshi is full of confidence.

Two new faces appeared on the cockfighting ring.

On the left is the Central Plains fighting dark clouds covering snow, and on the right is the Chen Dynasty fighting, which is also a blue-black chicken.

The two fighting cocks were about the size of a large number, slowly approaching each other like two small mountain bags.

When their beaks are about to touch each other, they stretch their necks in friendship and cross touches to show respect and friendship for their opponents.

Dark clouds covered the snow with great joy, because it was rare to meet such a sane opponent in the arena.

Although its owners only have one word for them - "fighting", it never thinks that this is the ultimate meaning of being a fighting.

It is not used to bullying the weak, nor is it accustomed to being brave and ruthless.

Off the field, it is willing to find the good in other chickens, and hopes that the chickens around it will live fairly.

On the field, it is accustomed to thinking about the weaknesses of its opponents with its brain, making them discouraged, and never beating their opponents beyond recognition.

"Hit! Hit! ”

"Kick it! Kick it! The people enthusiastically urged the dark clouds to cover the snow. They want to see bloody competition, not cheap camaraderie.

The competition is stimulating, and the camaraderie is too soothing to fit the rhythm of the game.

Dark Cloud Gaixue closed her eyes indifferently and ignored the audience.

The black chicken on the opposite side became anxious, the concept that the audience is a parent of food and clothing is deep-rooted, and it can't go against the audience's will, not to mention that this time it is to win glory for its own kingdom.

It fluttered its wings and leaped to its feet, flying towards the dark clouds covering the snow.

From the simple act of the black rooster to fly in a hurry, the dark cloud covered the snow with its weakness.

It won't let the black rooster lose too ugly, but teach it a lesson and let it know that catering to the audience is the biggest failure of cockfighting.

The dark clouds covered the snow at the same time, and the two chickens used their wings to make a move in the air.

After landing, the clouds covered the snow and receded five or six feet away.

The black rooster rushed forward, and the dark cloud covered the snow with a sudden flying leg, and slightly tore the black rooster's crown of warped flowers lightly and heavily.

The black chicken stood tenaciously, its head aching.

It knows that the opponent is not heavy-handed, and it knows that it is not an opponent. But what about it?

It still has to rise to the occasion.

Its owner has shown them what happens when a cockfight is not fought. Since it has become a fighting and eats better food than ordinary chickens, it has lost its most ordinary freedom.

The black rooster was reluctant to use the pain above his head to stimulate his fighting spirit, and once again pounced on the dark clouds and covered the snow, and it had to perform in front of its master with all its strength.

Chickens know best about chickens, especially fighting cocks.

They have been specially trained to do things that are intimidating to the comfort of chickens, how can they not understand each other?

Just as a thief knows a thief best, and a robber knows a robber best, Dark Cloud Cover knows what the black chicken wants to do.

It retreated a few feet away and used the "slippery hit" style of play, which was the best way to deal with the rush.

The dark clouds covered the snow and hit the black chicken more than a dozen times. The black rooster did not touch the dark clouds and snow once, even with its light and supple feathers.

Although the black rooster was not seriously injured, it was still full of energy and high morale, but its owner knew the time to admit defeat.

His face was shattered, tormenting himself like a wax torch, and he could only manage to turn everyone's eyes to the other fighting cocks.

The Central Plains cockfighting against the Chen Dynasty won the cockfighting, and this result was expected.

Dark clouds covered with snow and purple chickens entered from both sides of the cockfighting platform, and the stormy shouts of the audience did not blow away their calm demeanor, calm temperament and cautious pace.

They are no ordinary cockfights, and they are not only fighters on the battlefield.

They often see through the minds of their opponents, despise the ignorance of their spectators, and defend their principles.

They are not seduced by an overflow of sympathy, nor are they provoked by superficial resentment, and they stick to the principle of defeating their opponents on the battlefield, but they do not bark and bite like mad dogs.

They have to win, they win with grace, they win with self-esteem, and they don't have to be built on the basis of ruining their opponents.

The two fighting cocks stretched their necks and looked at each other quietly from a foot away.

The beautiful appearance and noble temperament of the dark clouds covered the snow made the purple chicken deeply impressed.

For the first time in its life, it saw from its opponent that it wasn't a weakness.

The purple chicken's composure impressed the dark clouds and covered the snow, and it knew that it was a difficult guy to deal with in front of it, but admiration replaced fear, and sparks sparked in its heart.

A quarter of an hour later, the two fighting cocks still did not come an inch closer.

They paced in small steps, changing directions and angles to admire each other. When joy overflows from their chests, they scream at the sky.

The audience made impatient sighs and urges.

A crisp bell rang from the side of the cockfighting ring, and a twelve-year-old boy held a bell and smiled calmly.

Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, the purple chicken erected its paws, stretched its wings, and flew five or six feet.

The trepidation in its eyes was fleeting, replaced by resoluteness and bravery.

The dark clouds covered the snow with a trembling slender neck, straightened the strong and powerful seven-petaled legs, and sank in response to the regret that the other party had abandoned the friendship.

The purple chicken flew again and came to the eyes of the dark clouds and snow.

The dark clouds covered the snow and jumped up, and the seven-petaled legs kicked out.

The purple rooster dodged its head sideways, but because it lost its balance, its claws returned to the ground.

Dark clouds covered the snow and fell, waiting for the purple rooster to attack again. It doesn't want to take advantage of people's danger, not to mention the sweetness of friendship and the aftertaste of its mouth.

Another bell rang out. This time it was dull and hurried, as if in a bit of a hurry and a little in a bit of anger.

Before the purple chicken's body was straightened, it unexpectedly pounced on the dark clouds and covered the snow. This unsympathetic sneak attack was a success.

As the dark cloud covered the snow and jumped backwards in a panic, it was hit the head.

Purple Chicken has no guilt. Dark clouds covered the snow with annoyance, not because of a leg, but because he had been deceived.

It shook its head, shook off the pain like droplets, then stretched its long, large nostrils and took a deep breath.

Its axe-like corolla was red and hot, its well-proportioned bones gurgling, and its clear eyes glistened with flames.

The purple chicken took two steps back, and the bright legs that had just made a meritorious feat trembled slightly.

It didn't dare to look into the dark clouds that covered its eyes, and moved its gaze to the place where it had just hit, hoping that what it had achieved would give it courage.

The dark clouds covered the snow and approached, allowing the purple chicken to look more closely.

Purple Chicken thinks it's a trap and pounces on it desperately.

The dark cloud covered the snow and suddenly bowed its head and passed between the two claws of the purple chicken.

In the most appropriate position, it raised its right leg backwards, right in the abdomen of the purple chicken, and hit it twice in a row.

One long and one short, the bell rings twice.

The purple rooster rolled over in the air, and his bright legs hit the neck of the dark clouds covering the snow.

With a "click", the beautiful neck of the snow swan covered by dark clouds and the proud head swooped down to the ground softly.

The audience was in an uproar, no one had ever seen the stunt of cockfighting turning over in the air.

Zhu Zhang, the king of Jin, immediately rushed to the stage and picked up the dark clouds and covered the snow.

The veterinarian rushed to the stage in a panic with the medicine box, and a moment ago he was still thinking about his little lover.

"This ...... Where is this chicken, this is obviously a martial arts master! Dao Yan was dumbfounded.

"Alas!" Redstone shook his head, "Pity that knight. It's not going to die, is it? ”

"Hopefully it will survive." Zhu Di frowned.

Li Shilu looked worried. From the first time the Purple Rooster performed well at the boy's bell, he had been staring at the boy, as if he had noticed that a sinister and cunning demon was secretly manipulating the game.

The referee hesitantly stepped up to the stage and announced the title of Purple Rooster. From time to time, he raised his eyes to look at the King of Qin with a gloomy face, so that he could rein in the precipice at any time.