After hesitating for a while, Han Baizhong continued to press towards Xia Qing, dragging the heavy and sharp heavy sword backwards, leaving a deep sword mark on the high platform, and the heavy sword in his hand was only afraid of no less than five hundred catties.

Under the high stage, people began to get nervous, wide-eyed lest they miss the wonderful scene.

Xia Qing was still sitting cross-legged, looking at Han Baizhong, who was getting closer and closer, shaking his head and sighing, this person is really not his opponent! There are only five ring matches in total, one a day, people don't want to waste the opportunity, Xia Qing is the same, I hope to bring out the major families and all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods as soon as possible, and the more sensational the ring match is, the better. Han Baizhong is good, but there is still a big gap from the top martial arts masters, and it doesn't make much sense to win.

Reward 10,000 taels of silver, just for one defeat!

Xia Qingzhi deliberately was so high-profile and arrogant, just to lure out all kinds of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and on the other hand, he was also eager to meet a real peak martial arts master. The master is lonely, he has been stagnant at the peak of martial arts for too long and too long, and he longs for a top master to appear at the peak of the peak, to put pressure and inspiration on him, and to help him break through to the innate realm and ignite the fire in his heart.

Even though he was chased and killed by various bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and the situation was extremely dangerous, Xia Qing was still eager to break through, no matter when and where he was, the pursuit of stepping on the peak of cultivation was eternal and unchanged. Born in Xia Wangfu, he did not let him become a gentleman who stretched out his hands to eat and open his mouth, but was more sensible than his peers, and tasted the suffering and sinister of the world at a young age, and knew to be self-reliant since he was a child under the teaching of the old lady.

"Boy, get up!"

"Stand up, you and I fight for three hundred rounds!"

Han Baizhong roared angrily, and he was getting closer to Xia Qing step by step. Xia Qing's kind reminder not only didn't listen, but became angry with shame, feeling that it was an unprecedented humiliation, and he wanted to cut Xia Qing in two in public.

People were even more nervous, staring wide-eyed for the upcoming fierce battle, Lu Qinghong's voice sounded without losing the time, "Bet, the stinky boy who has just entered the rivers and lakes in the Great War of the Guardian Commander, the heavy shield and the heavy sword are flying together, see how the dignified and prominent commander beheads the stinky boy." The big war is coming, and if you haven't bet yet, don't miss it, bet on one to ten, and bet on ......"

Lu Qinghong shouted hard, her career in the past few years has not been in vain, and a pile of white flowers and silver taels quickly piled up in front of her, which made her happy. The iron lady who was peerless in the past turned into such a profiteer, the big housekeeper Zhao couldn't bear to look at it directly, and Qin Yuan turned his face to the side, embarrassed to stand with this mother-in-law who fell into the eyes of money.

On the high platform, Xia Qing sighed, "Commander Han, why are you doing this?"

Xia Qingzhen didn't want to waste the opportunity, ignored Han Baizhong's provocative gaze, and glanced at the people under the high stage. With so many onlookers, isn't there a better master than Han Baizhong?

Han Baizhong was even more angry, he suddenly raised his sharp heavy sword, and was about to grit his teeth and pounce on it to start a battle, when suddenly there was one more person in front of him. Dressed in a black power suit, with a wide hat on his head, a long sword hanging from his waist, and a finger missing in his right hand, he jumped from the crowd to the high platform in an instant, and the speed was extremely fast!

Han Baizhong's eyebrows jumped wildly, sensing a strong danger in this wandering swordsman, he instinctively took a step back, "Who are you?"

"You can get out. ”

The wind was very cold, and the wandering swordsman's voice was even colder, "I dare to go on stage even if I am covered with flaws, I don't know whether I am alive or dead!"

When is it, directly rushing to the high platform to grab the place to challenge? Han Baizhong was shocked and angry, and directly swung his sword to pounce, trying to cut the wandering swordsman who was blocking the way into two with one sword. The sword move was sharp, bringing up a terrifying sword light, even if he took the initiative to seal the peak of the Yuan Shen Realm, Han Baizhong's sword was still terrifying.

People exclaimed, knowing that Han Baizhong was completely enraged, and was about to applaud and cheer, but his expression suddenly stiffened.

The wandering swordsman's waist was straight, like a spear standing on a high platform without moving, seeing that the heavy sword was about to fall on his body, he suddenly moved, his body shook and took a step forward, and he sank between the lightning and flint and his shoulder collided, just hitting Han Baizhong's left shoulder. It seemed to be a very ordinary action, but it knocked Han Baizhong and his sword into the high platform, and the heavy shield used for defense in Han Baizhong's hand did not work at all.

Han Baizhong spurted out a mouthful of blood, then struggled to stand up, and was about to grit his teeth and rush forward to fight again, glancing at the wound on his left shoulder, and suddenly his face turned pale.

There is an old injury on his left shoulder, and his left hand is always half a beat slower, and no matter how good the heavy shield in his hand is, it won't work! Xia Qing's words echoed in Han Baizhong's mind, word for word, all of them were said correctly by Xia Qing. Rushing into the ring again, even if he wins this wandering swordsman, what can he do, can he beat Xia Qing?

Han Baizhong was stunned, and his former majesty and self-confidence were gone.

Looking at Xia Qing, who was sitting cross-legged on the high platform and calm as water, he felt bitter in his heart, feeling that all his decades of hard work had been in vain. After decades of hard work, he is not as good as a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy! The reason why he is usually confident and strong is because the so-called masters around him are all weak chickens, and they can't resist a round when they meet a real master.

Han Baizhong turned around and got into the crowd, and he no longer had the courage to enter the ring.

Under the high stage, people closed their mouths in unison.

The sharp-eyed insider's heart was shocked, and he remembered what Xia Qing had said before, and the laymen turned their eyes on the wandering swordsman one after another, knowing that a real master had come. This is not a caravan guard who relies on being a bodyguard to make ends meet, but a real master of the rivers and lakes who is happy to take revenge!

Butler Zhao closed his eyes and didn't say anything, as if he had fallen asleep. Qin Yuan, who was pressing on the side, frowned, the most worrying thing still happened, Xia Qing's high-profile and flamboyant attitude really attracted a master.

Everyone was nervous, but Xia Qing was still as calm as water, and even after glancing up and down at the wandering swordsman, his eyes gradually brightened. After waiting for so long, he finally waited for someone he wanted to see.

"The rivers and lakes are scattered, Xiao Wu!" The wandering swordsman reported to his home and stood three meters away from Xia Qing.

The so-called scattered people, that is, there is no sect, no teacher, and a person walks alone on the rivers and lakes. There have never been many accomplished Jianghu Sanren, and a person's ability is limited, and it is difficult to compete with the major sects, but the truly top-notch Jianghu Sanren are often surprisingly high in cultivation, and they have cultivated to the extreme in some aspects. Xiao Wu is such a top-notch scattered person, as soon as he heard the words 'Xiao Wu', many people's faces changed.

In the land of the Central Plains, the ruthless swordsman Xiao Wu can be described as thunderous, once a person and a sword set foot on the mountain gates of dozens of sects in the Central Plains, because his right hand is missing a little thumb, and he is also known as a nine-fingered swordsman on the rivers and lakes. Such a big master, somehow suddenly came to Yan Kingdom.

The crowd became excited, but they didn't expect Xia Qing's ring match to attract a swordsman like Xiao Wu.

The atmosphere suddenly increased, and everyone was excited.

Qin Yuan was even more worried, took off the nine-section whip on his back, and was ready to make a move at any time.

At the door of Xu Ji Commercial Bank, Xu Tianfu, who was sitting on a stool and watching the lively old man from afar, slapped his thigh hard and jumped up, "Okay, what a ruthless swordsman, it's just the right time! Boy, look at how crazy you are!"

Looking at Xiao Wu, who had cultivated into a powerful Xiao Wu from afar, Old Man Xu was more excited than anyone else, gritted his teeth and made an additional three thousand taels of bets, making a big gamble to earn back the silver and two consecutive principal that he lost to Xia Qing last night.

There were more silver taels piled up in front of Lu Qinghong, and this time, without Lu Qinghong shouting hard, people added bets one after another. On one side is an unknown teenager, on the other side is a famous wandering swordsman, fools know how to choose, Xia Qing is doomed!

Xia Qing stood up slowly and said two words simply, "Xia Qing." ”

"Young Master Xia, it's too late for you to regret it now. ”

Xiao Wu glanced at Xia Qing up and down, speaking very politely, but his voice was even colder, "I never show mercy under the sword!"

"Very well, so do I! Come on, let me see what you're capable of. Xia Qing took a deep breath, and the battle robe on his body was windless and automatic, and gradually bulged.

Xiao Wu suddenly stretched out his hand, and successively pointed at his qi sea and treasury and other acupuncture points, sealing the cultivation of the peak of the Heavenly and Human Realm and lowering it to the Heavenly Realm;

The two silently confronted each other, and the high platform was shrouded in the aura of slaughter.

Xia Qing's waist was straight, his eyes were gradually brightening, and his heart was surging; Xiao Wu was getting colder and colder, with no expression on his face; his eyes were cold, without the slightest emotional fluctuation; the long sword in his hand was even colder, colder than an iceberg.

A big war is on the verge of breaking out.

There was silence under the high stage, and everyone held their breath and became nervous.