Chapter 9: The First Battle (Part II)

The two of them didn't say a word, and after a brief gesture, they rushed forward at the same time and collided together. Heavy punches test the opponent against each other. Under normal circumstances, Gray would have been able to take this punch, but due to the huge physical exertion caused by the two fights, he was even less energetic after the last fight.

Yuandoer repelled Gray with one punch, and he took advantage of the victory to chase after him, and went up with another punch, aiming directly at Gray's chest. Gray reacted quickly and rolled up his arms to block it. By this time, Gray had retreated to the edge of the ring.

We can't sit still, and maybe there's still a chance to take the initiative. Gray thought.

Yuandor stood in place and hooked his finger at Gray, who secretly shook his small arm that had been numb just now, and rushed towards his opponent. The two walked less than ten rounds before Gray was kicked to the ground, spitting blood. Yuandor walked over, looking like he was preparing to kill Gray.

Yu Wenxuan wanted to rush up to stop him, but was preempted by Zhang Shaohua. Before Yuan Duoer's big foot landed on Gray's back, Zhang Shaohua kicked it away. At this time, Yu Wenxuan had just arrived and helped Gray up. To everyone: "We admit defeat this time." ”

"This ......"

"How can this be?"

No matter what anyone had to say, Yu Wenxuan and Zhang Shaohua carried Gray out of the ring on their own.

"Your Highness...... I'm sorry...... Shame on you. Gray gasped.

"No, Brother Ge is fine." Yu Wenxuan said, "Someone! Carry Commander Ge down and heal his wounds. ”

Yuwenduan kept his eyes on this. As if sensing being watched, Yu Wenxuan also looked towards Yu Wenduan. The former nodded at him, with approval and encouragement in his eyes. But Yu Wenxuan couldn't laugh at this time, looked at his brother silently, and then turned his head, just in front of Yuan Duoer.

But Yu Wenxuan couldn't see anything in his eyes, just as deep as an ancient well. The corners of Yuan Duoer's mouth twitched, and he sneered. It seems to be saying to Yu Wenxuan, "Want revenge? Come on. ”

Zhang Shaohua grabbed Yu Wenxuan's arm and glanced at him, reminding him not to be impulsive. Yuandor won, and the next person to play is a Turk.

There is no suspense, Yuanduoer is already strong, not to mention that the Turks and the Uighurs have long joined forces, and the Turkic warriors pretended to be invincible after two hits, and Yuanduoer cooperated and gave a palm to push the Turkic warriors off the ring. Easy victory.

"Bastard! They collude well! Yu Wenxuan scolded, "Look at me and go up and clean him up!" ”

"Calm down." Zhang Shaohua's tone was resolute, "Don't forget Your Majesty's entrustment." I'll go first. ”

Zhang Shaohua shook off his shirt, touched the ground with his left foot, and jumped into the ring. He is also a white robe today. However, compared with Yu Wenxuan's body, it is much more elegant. The handsome and fair skin looks even more refined against the backdrop of the clothes. He wore no armor and did not carry weapons. After standing on the stage, he calmed down a little, and behind his left hand, he said, "Let you have only one hand." ”

"Humph!" Yuan Duoer snorted coldly. It's your own death.

"Lao Zhang, what do you think of Shaohua?" In the stands, the British Gongtian Zhe asked Zhang Mingjun, the Yue Guogong who was sitting next to him.

"What's going on? That's my son. Zhang Mingjun didn't understand what Tian Zhe meant.

"No, I mean, how long do you think Shaohua will be able to solve that Yuan Duoer?" Tian Zhe explained.

Zhang Mingjun frowned slightly, looked at Zhang Shaohua with his left hand behind his back, and said to Tian Zhe: "It's hard to say." But winning is a certainty. ”

"Alas, it's a pity that the young apprentice's martial arts are too poor, otherwise he can go up and compare." Tian Zhedao.