Tokyo City, the core area.

In this place, there are lights everywhere, and the voices are at their peak, and it seems that some kind of joyful event is being held.

This core area of the city is a huge wooden ring, just looking at it, at least hundreds of square meters, and what is even more amazing is that the ring is covered with good carpets from the Western Regions.

This extremely resilient carpet is obviously beyond people's imagination, so although dozens of people have been fighting here in the ring in the past few days, the table is surprisingly not too damaged.

"Okay, shoot him, kill him, beat him down!"

"Kill him, don't let me lose!"

With bursts of shouting, several people who looked like people kept raising their arms and shouting, and the last game before the martial arts final finally came to an end.

"Poof!"

The huge body of a middle-aged man slammed into the edge of the ring, smashing the wooden planks under the carpet to the ground.

The few bettors nearby were obviously stunned.

The look on their faces showed how shocked they were by the situation in front of them.

"Bastard, where did this kid come out and actually beat the "Black Tiger" Zhang Fu that I value the most? ”

A bloated officer gritted his teeth and scolded angrily, he never imagined that this young man who looked only in his early twenties could do this.

This kid, who didn't have any background and performance before, has improved by leaps and bounds in recent days when he is close to the finals, and now he has actually entered the martial arts finals!

And at this moment, the masked young man stood in the center of the ring, his head held high, but there was always a hint of a smile on his face.

The mask on his face obscured his eyes so tightly that he could only tell the approximate age of the man from the rest of his face.

His smile is elegant, and pure.

There is not a shred of hypocrisy.

The other two people sitting in the audience frowned slightly.

"Big brother, this kid seems to be a dark horse, and he is a big threat to our brothers' two championships!" One of the two slightly younger people clasped his hands in front of his chest, looked at the young man on the stage and just scolded: "How about it, as long as you open your mouth, my brother will do him tonight, so that he will not have his life tomorrow to fight with us for this colt!"

"Don't be impatient, Fuhu."

Slightly put down the teacup in his hand, a slightly longer young man just had a calm face, as if he was sipping tea lightly, he just sneered and said: "This time, even if you don't use these means, I, Han Fulong, are also absolutely sure of defeating him!"

Just as the two were discussing this man, the voice on the high platform also sounded.

"Okay, everyone, the martial arts arena of the elite horse recruitment conference organized by the Holy Lord has now entered the finals."

Speaking excitedly, the host said impassionedly: "As we all know, this conference is divided into three categories: martial arts, piano art, calligraphy and painting, and one talent who passes the finals can participate in the finals, and marry the emperor through the final mysterious test, let us welcome the three young talents who entered the semi-finals, they are, Han Jiedu envoy, Han Fulong, and Fuhu brothers!"

The two of them had already come to the stage, and at this moment, they clasped their hands into fists and smiled and gestured to everyone.

In all fairness, the appearance of the two of them is superior, and they are dressed in gorgeous clothes, and their martial arts are superb, which has already made many women's hearts ripple, and some of the young people below have already cheered, and some people even fainted.

"Next, it is the biggest dark horse in this selection, a young talent with both talent and martial arts, the nephew of Li Gang, the prime minister of the Great Song Dynasty, Chu Linglou!"

As the host's voice fell, the masked young man on the stage finally smiled and took off the mask he had been wearing, only to see him holding his head high, clenching his fists with both hands, and bowing slightly to the two Han brothers.

The moment the young man took off his mask and revealed Bai Zhe's face, he immediately attracted all the attention of the audience.

The girls found that this young man's face was like purple jade, and when the handsome man was above the previous two, he almost fainted.

However, they are also sighing why they can't meet such a beautiful man today, but after thinking about it, they also understand.

Since ancient times, heroes have been matched with beauties, with the abilities and appearances of these three, and their family backgrounds, only these emperors can be compared with them, and they are the right people.

Thinking of this, no matter how girlish their hearts are and their spring hearts are rippling, they have to endure and show it not too fanatically.

Unlike these young girls, the crowd and celebrities from all walks of life who were watching below fell silent as soon as they heard the introduction of this young man.

Soon, however, their hearts were like a boulder falling into the ice, causing huge ripples.

This person, this young man who was unknown before and suddenly became a blockbuster, is actually Li Gang's nephew?

Hehe, I don't want this kid to be Li Gang's nephew, Han Fulong's eyes flickered slightly, and then he just sneered, it seems that Li Gang wants to have a good relationship with Zhao Ji.

Those who bet on the outside of the staff, although because of the addition of one more person, have to compete with the person they see as important to be a colt, but they have to reluctantly arch their hands to make a show.

Even though they don't look very good on their faces.

And some of the outsiders who were flexible in news frowned, didn't this Li Gang hear that it was a single transmission of three generations, where did he come from?

Zhao Hu'er, Xiangyun, and Yingluo stood on the high platform and leaned against the fence, but when they looked at the three young people below, their expressions were different.

Hu'er had a cold look, as if whoever became the horse had nothing to do with her.

As for Yingluo, she held her head high and looked at the three people below with a proud face, and there was no other special look on her face.

However, when the two of them turned to look at their youngest sister, ready to tell her to leave and put an end to these boring tricks, there were some black lines.

Zhao Xiangyun was leaning on the railing with his face in his hands, looking at the elegant young man below with an intoxicated expression, and the look in his eyes became more and more confused.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Zhao Yingluo stretched out her right hand and shook it in front of her sister for a long time before she reacted, just pouted and said, "Oh, don't affect others, that person is Chu Linglou, he is really handsome and chic, if only he could marry someone else this time...... Ah! ”

Before she finished speaking, Xiangyun only felt that her head had been beaten, and she raised her head and looked at the two sisters with a small mouth, she had to say aggrievedly: "What are you going to do, what do you want to do, what do people choose Lang Jun to do with you."

"What's the matter?"

Zhao Yingluo seemed to smile, pressed her fist and said: "You idiot has figured it out, we are the emperor of the royal family, the daughter of the Son of Heaven, like you, coveting a grass people, what kind of system, wouldn't it be a shame for his father and emperor, ah!"

"Who covets it, people are obviously attracted by his talent and elegance?" Xiangyun's neck was crooked to the side, snorted and continued to look at Chu Linglou in the ring intoxicated, and said, "Also, you two violent women and iceberg girls, how can you understand love."

"You ......"

Yingluo gritted her teeth in anger, and soon she just waved her hand again, and smiled maliciously: "Hu'er, let's go back and teach her a lesson."

Zhao Hu'er nodded lightly and said nothing.

After speaking, regardless of the shouts of this sister, the second daughter went to the palace with Xiangyun.

"Okay, that's the end of today's competition, let's let Di Ji say a few words to the three young talents."

The host looked back at the high platform, and was about to ask the emperor to speak, but found that it was already empty.

Fortunately, he was able to distract everyone with humorous words, and ended today's event perfectly.

The next day, early in the morning, the crowd had already gathered here.

Today, it is the final of the martial arts, and it can also be said that it is a third of the finals.

Everyone knows, and the Han brothers also ask themselves, they are not only reckless, but also not bad at calligraphy and painting.

Therefore, as long as this battle can be won, they are already sure enough.

At this moment, Han Fuhu was already standing in the ring.

He took out the sword with his right hand, smiled and stretched out his left hand, signaling Zhao Hu'er to strike first.

Today, to everyone's disbelief, the final battle of this martial arts fight was actually a sword competition with the three emperors.

Surprise is surprise, the Han brothers have quickly adjusted their mentality.

And Chu Linglou just kept sitting on the wooden chair next to him drinking tea, looking at them with a smile.

Of course, he also accepts the heartwarming eyes of countless women at any time.

Just smiled and beckoned to them, and many girls were about to faint in surprise.

looked coldly at this underwhelmed person for the last time, and the Han brothers just snorted coldly and put their eyes in front of them.

It's not a duel with you, even if you're lucky this time, boy, Han Fulong stood under the stage with his hands and arms crossed, and Yu Guang skimmed that Chu Linglou again, and just sneered secretly in his heart.

He didn't go up with his brother, he wanted to see the moves of these emperors.

And Han Fuhu took a deep breath, he just wanted to speak, but found that Zhao Hu'er rushed directly towards him.

He didn't have time to speak or think, so he had to raise his sword to block the blow.

Soon, he had stabilized, and looking at Zhao Hu'er in front of him, he just smiled lewdly: "Lord Diji, what are you fighting, you are my woman tonight, why don't you go home with your husband early?"

Unexpectedly, Hu'er just snorted coldly, ignored him, missed the blow, and immediately launched it, and the martial arts of his whole body were displayed, shining like a sword dance and thunder, which made Han Fuhu a little out of breath for a while.

Heh, do you want to use speed, Han Fuhu just sneered, he tried his best to defend against the attack, and did not take the initiative to attack, but just delayed time.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Hu'er to be a little overwhelmed, she knew that her physical strength was not good, and if she continued to consume it, she would lose sooner or later, so she decided to change her playing style.

However, Han Fulong below couldn't sit still.

He knew in his heart that he could go up to this kind of irregular fighting, but now this little brother was obsessed, and now he was actually suppressed, if he didn't go up to remind him to give instructions, if he lost, his father's face would be lost!

Without the slightest hesitation, his right leg was a little on the ground, his body exploded, and he suddenly jumped into the ring, first bowed down slightly and explained a few words in his brother's ear, then raised his head, and took the lead in inviting Zhao Xiangyun and smiled: "Lord Emperor, since we are coming sooner or later, we might as well have a discussion now, I don't know what you think."

"Since they all said so, then they will reluctantly agree."

Zhao Xiangyun smiled sweetly, and jumped into the ring under the exclamation of everyone, and said, "Come on, people won't show mercy."

"Lord Emperor, it's better for you to be concerned about your own safety."

Han Fulong said, and took the lead in launching an offensive.

Unexpectedly, only listening to the sound of Qiang, he looked weak, and Xiangyun, who had always been selling cuteness, actually blocked the sword sideways with his backhand.

His eyes trembled suddenly, and Han Fulong and Zhao Xiangyun quickly passed more than a dozen moves, and he finally figured it out.

He found that although the strength of this girl was not as good as his own, it was not much worse.

Moreover, her speed and physical strength are far above herself?!

Shocked, Han Fulong no longer had any hands left, he unleashed all his strength and launched a fierce attack with his extreme potential.

At this time, he didn't care about any pity.

He just wanted to defeat them as soon as possible without hurting them!

The onlookers watched this unprecedented and wonderful sword duel attentively, and they could appreciate the posture of these dashing young men and the beautiful emperor, they looked motionless, and they didn't dare to come out of the atmosphere.

For them, it will be unforgettable.

However, just when the two were at a stalemate, Han Fulong suddenly noticed a scream coming from behind him.

"Ahh

Jumping out of the circle suddenly, Han Fulong looked behind him, only to find that Han Fuhu had already fallen to the ground, covering his shoulders and rolling in pain.

And Zhao Hu'er was standing aside, holding a long sword in his hand, looking at him coldly.

"This person deserves it, he dares to tease the emperor again and again, he is so rude and unjust, he really doesn't deserve God."

"Yes, looking at him like this, his real skills are only at the level of a second-rate subordinate, and he is half-hearted in martial arts, just a clown who jumps off the beam."

The people below covered their mouths and discussed softly.

"You ......"

Han Fulong listened to these faint voices and drilled into his ears, he was furious, and he wanted to kill these grass people for a while.

However, he was about to scold, but found that Zhao Hu'er had already rushed towards him with his sword.

Gritting his teeth and looking at the sword stabbed by Zhao Xiangyun from the other direction, Han Fulong had to resist desperately, and scolded, damn it, how can these emperors be so good at martial arts, they are obviously some pampered women in the palace.

"I'm sorry, this is a no-rule competition, Brother Han, you're the only one left now." Zhao Xiangyun stuck out her tongue mischievously while swinging her twin swords, she just kept smiling.

However, the offensive in front of him became more and more ferocious, and Han Fulong was completely unhappy, so he had to deal with it with all his might.

The people near the ring below were even more stunned.

They couldn't have imagined that these emperors' physical strength and martial arts were so good.

Actually, now even the eldest son of Han Jiedu's envoy can't take them at all?

Soon, something happened again.

"Whew-"

A cold wind struck, and Han Fulong clearly noticed it, but he could no longer be distracted to resist it.

"Bang!"

He was kicked out by this kick, and Hu'er's sword pierced into Han Fulong's left shoulder almost at the same time, and Han Fulong desperately dragged the carpet of the ring so that he was not kicked off the ring by this kick.

Looking at the tall woman who made a move, he didn't care about appreciating the stunning beauty of the country and the city, he just gritted his teeth and said, "Bastard, is there a three-to-one like you?"

At this moment, there was a surge in his abdomen, and he only felt like vomiting.

He Han Dashao, for the first time, wanted to vomit in front of a stunning woman.

After playing with women for more than ten years, he felt for the first time that beautiful women were so terrible.

In fact, it was the two brothers who were too poor, not that the emperors' martial arts were too superb, and the ghosts were unpredictable.

The eyes of the crowd were focused on the woman who came to power last.

The hot body, big eyes, and tall and elegant jade legs are enough to make any man crazy.

This person is all too familiar to everyone.

Zhao Ji's eldest daughter is about to be thirty, and she hasn't married yet, Zhao Yingluo.

Don't look at the name so delicate and elegant, almost every ordinary person in Kaifeng Mansion knows her fiery temper.

It is said that in the past, there was a prince from other places who wanted to talk to her, but if he made a slight mistake in his words and deeds, he was almost abolished with one kick.

Thinking of this, everyone only felt a little trembling, and they hurriedly shifted their gaze from their thighs to Han Fulong.

At this time, hearing Han Fulong say this, Zhao Yingluo just clasped her hands in front of her chest, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Master Han, our sisters have emphasized again and again, this is, no, rules, rules, grid, fight-"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Yingluo didn't say a word, rushed forward, and went straight to the two brothers of the Han family with the sword in his hand.

However, she only felt that there seemed to be some hard object blocking her fatal blow.

"Boom!"

The sound of metal colliding shocks the sky and cracks the sky.

What is reflected on the blade of the sword is the elegant and beautiful smile of the youth.