Hundreds of officials knelt to welcome the emperor. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Emperor Tianqi appeared in front of the Imperial Palace, surrounded by the female guards of the eunuch palace.

This is the legendary carpenter emperor?

Yin Fusheng looked up, and saw that the little emperor, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, was of medium height, wearing a crown on his head, and a bright yellow brocade goose feather shawl, and fell to the ground. The facial features are upright and the corners of the mouth are slightly curved, there is no sense of oppression given by the emperors in the past, but there is more affinity, and there is always a hint of naivety between the eyebrows.

Emperor Apocalypse's upright young man, of course, is also interested in the matter of martial arts competitions in the ring, not to mention, in the previous martial arts competition, this Korean warrior actually defeated three martial artists in a row, which really made him unable to swallow this breath. Therefore, this time, he specially ordered someone to set up a dragon chair outside the Imperial Palace, wanting to watch the battle in person.

After taking his seat, the emperor opened his mouth and said a few words to the eunuchs beside him, and the holy decree was handed down: the competition began.

Among the three people who stayed with Yin Fusheng in the courtroom, they had superb martial arts, and each had a good blade and technique. Some are infinitely powerful, and some are as flexible as swallows. The day before yesterday, it was difficult to distinguish between the two.

This listening contest began, and they all scrambled to fight. In their eyes, the yellow-haired monster in this ring is a vulnerable guy at all, and whoever is the first to get on it means who can get the bounty.

"I'm coming!"

"I'll come first!"

"I ......"

"I'll come first! I've got the most strength! Wang Biao raised his arm and pulled the other two people who were crowded on the door apart and threw them aside effortlessly.

He rushed out.

Afterwards, several guards followed.

Wang Biao shook his arms and stepped into the ring, squinting at the yellow-haired monster, "You are so thin that you are still looking for someone to fight?" Eh, I said, are you poor in Korea and can't eat? What kind of face do you have? Huang Bulaji's ......"

The yellow-haired monster didn't know if he could understand it, so he snorted, the corners of his eyes twitched, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he spit out two words very lamely, "Waste!" ”

When Wang Biao heard this, he stopped doing it, "Dare to scold you Lao Tzu?!" Look at Lao Tzu and make you a waste! ”

A gong sounded, and the two hit one place.

Wang Biao thought that as long as he stretched out his hand, the yellow-haired monster would have to be slapped to the bone by him. But you really know when you get started, don't look small, your strength is really not small, to be exact, it's much stronger than him.

After a few moves, beads of sweat slid down Wang Biao's cheeks, and the fight with the yellow-haired monster became more and more difficult.

Fuck it! What the is this, reincarnation? That's a lot of strength.

Wang Biao was playing and pondering at the same time.

No wonder the king of Joseon sent him......

Thinking about it, as a result, he was kicked out of the ring by the yellow-haired monster without paying attention.

North Korean warriors win!

The yellow-haired monster slowly walked to the edge of the ring, glanced at Wang Biao contemptuously, dusted off his body, "Waste!" ”

"Huh! Bastard! You're fucking shit! You are the ......" Wang Biao scolded, and was dragged out of the noon gate by the guards after all.

Looking at a few people in the room, there was a commotion, "This is beheaded?!" ”

"If you can't win, you won't die!"

At this time, several officials next to him said coldly: "You are revealing the emperor's list, you can't win the Korean warriors, and you will lose a lot of face to Daming and Your Majesty." If you don't push out the noon gate, will it be possible to keep it for Your Majesty? ”

"Yes, if you don't want to be pushed out, fight with all your might, and win."

The remaining two looked at each other, thinking of making a windfall, but they didn't expect to take their lives, and they didn't feel a little regretful.

How good it is to be a king on the mountain honestly. Why are you taking this risk here?

It's all here, there's no way, let's get on.

The two were unhappy in their hearts, and naturally they did their best after coming to power. But no one could win.

Seeing that only Yin Fusheng was left in the room, several officials sighed.

"Alas! Your Majesty must be furious this time. We're not guilty of a lot this time. "The military officials who are mainly responsible for the selection of martial artists this time are even more headaches.

"This Joseon king is used to picking a time, but we will come when we start a war with Houjin. All these martial arts people have gone to war, so you can't call His Majesty's close guards to compete on stage, right? This is too degrading to my Heavenly Empire. ”

"Who's to say it isn't? At present, the whole country is recruiting, and there are only a few wastes, but no one can win ......, alas! ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, aren't there still students?" At this time, Yin Fusheng turned around and interrupted everyone's speech.

Several officials were stunned, they had long forgotten Yin Fusheng in their minds. At this time, I was a little surprised.

There is another one!

Several people immediately snorted and chirped, sneering and pursing their lips. "Don't laugh anymore. Don't you think our Majesty is not angry enough? ”

"Yes! Look at the look on our Majesty's face. If you are really told to go up, your death will be small, and it will affect us, and I am afraid that none of us will be able to escape the responsibility today. ”

"That's it, you, forget it. Let's see what Your Majesty means. ”

Several officials in the court room were not allowed to play alive, Yin Fusheng was anxious and angry, and when he looked back, he saw that the face of the Emperor of the Apocalypse was indeed not good-looking.

At this time, someone next to the ring whispered a few words to Honglu Siqing. Honglu Siqing frowned and shook his head, then raised his head to translate to the yellow-haired monster. That means: you win, no one on our side fights you.

When the yellow-haired monster heard this, he immediately raised his head and sneered, and his mouth was even more crooked. He hooked the corners of his mouth, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the Emperor of the Apocalypse in front of him. There was no respect and respect in his eyes, and he was full of contempt.

At this time, the news of no one competing also reached the ears of the little emperor of the Apocalypse. The Emperor of the Apocalypse was immediately furious, his hands tightened, and his grip on the armrests of the chair gurgled.

At this time, the emperor approached a slightly chubby old man, in his fifties, not tall or short, with small but bright eyes, and always crooked, as if he was laughing. It's very intimate to look at.

Seeing that this old man had no beard, Yin Fusheng immediately flashed the name of a person in his mind, could it be Wei Zhongxian.

That's right, this is also a well-known name in this period, nine-thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian.

Wei Zhongxian approached the emperor and whispered, "Your Majesty, it is better to let the new guard Luo Shicheng come to the stage and compete with the Koreans." ”

Luo Shicheng was originally the general banner of Jinyi Wei, just a small sesame official. Later, because of his superb martial arts, he was selected as the emperor's close guard.

When the emperor heard Luo Shicheng's three words, his eyes lit up at first, but his brows furrowed in an instant. "Tsk----, it's just a competition in the ring, if I use my guards, will it make the North Koreans laugh at me?"

"Your Majesty, this is a simple matter. As long as Luo Shicheng is ordered to take off his guard uniform and change to a civilian uniform to go to the ring, no one will know his identity. ”

"Huh?! Uh......, Chung-hyun, is this really going to work? ”

Wei Zhongxian glanced at the Korean envoys in the audience, and whispered: "Your Majesty, the Korean State sent people to compete at this time, and the old slave was worried that their motives were not pure, and I am afraid that they would have a heart of disobedience. Therefore, no matter what, this competition can only be won and not lost. ”

"This ......" Emperor Tianqi closed his eyes and thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, let Luo Shicheng take the stage to compete." ”

(To be continued)