The two family members quickly ran to the martial arts arena and dragged the unconscious British family members down.

"Defeated again!" In the group of Jiading near where Chen Yue stayed, I don't know which one of the nobles in the mansion sighed, "The bull madman is also a well-known figure, he has killed the heads of dozens of thieves with a single sword, but I didn't expect to go in front of the iron lion for five rounds!" ”

"The Iron Lion has lost more than ten masters in a row, and I don't know who can beat him." Another family member said, looking at Chen Yue and the others as he spoke.

There are also two warriors by Chen Yue's side, both of whom are candidates to participate in today's martial arts competition. Seeing the tragic scene of the madman spitting blood, the two samurai turned pale and were extremely nervous.

"If you lose, you lose, but the problem is that as long as you lose under the Iron Lion, you will have to lie in bed for months if you don't die, if you don't die." One of the family members sighed, and the faces of several people who participated in the competition turned even paler.

"Brother Liangpu, I'm embarrassed!" Seeing that the iron lion under his command had won the victory again, Wu Keming, the prince of the Hou Dynasty, smiled and said to Zhang Liangpu, the prince of the British prince.

"It's really damn unlucky, I finally got a master from the army, but I didn't even survive five moves." Zhang Liangpu scolded stupidly.

"Lao Wu, you can't do this, no one will compete with you if you go on like this, your lion is too powerful. Where are we going to find such a master? Zhu Gaoxian, the prince of Chengguo, said to Wu Keming with a smile.

"Brother Zhu, I've adjusted the odds to five to one, what should I do? As long as you win, I will lose 5,000 taels if you press 1,000 taels. Wu Keming shouted aggrievedly.

"Bullshit, with the strength of the Iron Lion, how can you lose? Even if you lose 10 or 100, you earn it! Zhang Liangpu snorted.

"So what's going to happen? Otherwise, we won't compare in the future, but the money that the brothers lost to the younger brother won't be able to get it back, hahaha. Wu Keming laughed proudly, causing everyone to shout and scold.

"Then let's pay ten for one, brothers, is there anyone else in the end?" Perhaps it was the Iron Lion's consecutive victories that made Wu Keming full of confidence and took the initiative to increase the odds.

One to ten, this odds are too tempting, and many of the noble children present were moved again. And so the battle resumed.

The next person to play was a person next to Chen Yue, who seemed to be a family member of a certain earl's mansion, holding a sword and shield in his hand, practicing the kung fu of obviously lying on the ground, and as soon as he got on the field, he began to attack the iron lion's lower road, forcing the iron lion to retreat again and again.

"Okay!" Seeing that someone was finally able to match the iron lion, and forced the iron lion to retreat, everyone present cheered at the same time. It seems that the strength of the iron lion has already aroused the hatred of all the nobles. Wu Keming looked at the cheering nobles and smiled coldly in his heart.

After taking a few steps back, the iron lion finally got impatient, and no longer dodged, and smashed it towards the family on the ground with a mace in his hand. The iron lion is wearing iron armor all over his body, and even his legs are decorated with iron feet, even if he is cut by a steel knife, he will be slightly injured at most, and if he is directly hit by the mace of the iron lion, he will definitely be seriously injured if he does not die!

The family with the sword and shield did not dare to slack off, took back the steel knife, and quickly rolled over and protected his body with a shield. The iron lion smashed into the air with a stick, and raised his foot and kicked the shield. The force of this kick was so great that the shield in the hand of the family was kicked into the air, revealing the frightened face of the family ding.

The iron lion glanced back, and saw that the master Wu Keming nodded slightly, so he caught up in a few steps, and swung his stick to smash at the family who had just stood up, and the family Ding showed a look of fear and pleading, and when he dodged again, he was smashed by a stick and the steel knife was slapped in the chest, and the mouth flew out of the field with blood.

"The surname is Wu, you are killing them all!" The earl stood up angrily, pointed at Wu Keming and roared.

"What can you do if your skills are not as good as others? If you can't afford to lose, don't play! Wu Keming said lazily.

"You ......"

"Don't be annoyed, Lao Xue, isn't he just a family member, if he dies, he will die, don't hurt the harmony of our brothers." Zhu Gaoxian, the owner of the courtyard, persuaded with a smile, and the prince surnamed Xue sat down angrily.

"Wow!" Looking at the bloody and blurred family who fell in front of him, Chen Yue's heart twitched, he didn't expect the competition to be so ferocious, and he was seriously injured and died at every turn!

These damn noble sons have played too much! If you have the strength to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, the Qing soldiers in the northeast, the thieves in the mainland, and the enemies of the Ming Dynasty are everywhere, so it is not an insult to their noble family background. But these moth-like things don't have the courage to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, and it's fucking cool to play martial arts and gambling here, and they take human lives so seriously, it's really chilling. Daming just has too many such moths, so he is angry and resentful, and there are fires everywhere.

There are also these strong martial arts families, who have extraordinary martial arts, but they are willing to be pets for the slaves in Xungui's house, which makes Chen Yue despise them very much. But Chen Yue immediately thought about it, isn't he the same, in order to ask someone to help solve the trouble, didn't he also agree to the competition, what is the difference between this and these samurai who fought last time?

Just when Chen Yue was thinking wildly, Wu Keming's personal entourage came to Chen Yue and gave him the order to play.

"It's a good comparison, the prince has put all his net worth on you, win this competition, everything you do is easy to say, the prince will have a heavy reward, if you lose, you will die in this competition, don't let the prince get angry!" He said coldly in Chen Yue's ear.

"Brother Zanyuan, you don't have to play so big, although it is said to be a odds of one to ten, but you must be able to earn it!" Wu Keming looked at Li Zanyuan with a smile and said mockingly. This made Li Zanyuan weigh 3,000 taels of silver at once, it's really crazy, does he think that this ten times 30,000 taels of silver is so easy to take?

"Hmph, it's hard to say who killed the deer." Li Zanyuan snorted coldly and twisted his face towards the middle of the field. Since the opening of the martial arts gambling competition, Li Zanyuan has lost more than 10,000 taels in a row, not only lost all the silver he could mobilize, but also bet out the two shops under his name. If you win, you will get back everything you exported before, and if you lose, you will have a hard time in the future.

Chen Yue didn't know that Li Zanyuan had made such a big bet on himself, but he also knew that if he lost, there would be absolutely no good fruit to eat, and the few people who had just been seriously injured and dying were probably the best end!

Finally, he checked the outfit on one side, put the crossbow on the back of his waist that could be drawn out at will, and put three short steel bolts in the crossbow box, which could be fired as long as he pulled out and pulled the trigger.

Standing in the middle of the martial arts arena, Chen Yue immediately felt the heavy mountain-like pressure brought to him by the iron lion.