Looking down from the air, the square in front of the City God Temple is crowded with people, crowded and crowded, as if tens of thousands of ants are surrounding a small pastry.

In the center of the square, there is a ring with a length and width of one zhang and a width of two meters. There is no guardrail, and the edge is simply surrounded by a big red curtain, and it hangs down to the bottom.

The table was made of a foot thick iron birch, so dense and hard that even a steel knife would bounce back when cut down, glowing with a dull black iron glow in the sunlight. This iron birch is extremely expensive, and it was brought from the far north when China was strong. After hundreds of years of wind and rain, it has not been damaged.

In front of the City God Temple, three zhang away from the ring, is a two-meter-high viewing platform. The top, left, right, and back sides are covered with cloth curtains to form a shed in which the VIPs sit.

In the past, although the ring competition was lively, the level was not high. If the master book of Baisha Mansion can be viewed in person, it will be very face-saving. But today, due to the arrival of Zhou Hai, the prince of Zhou, the specifications have been improved a lot, and Yin Haoqiu of Baisha Mansion personally accompanies him.

The lord Bing Hu was actually idle and sat in the shed. After killing three Tongyou warriors in a row in the morning, it completely shocked the Chinese. From two o'clock, for a whole afternoon, no one dared to challenge.

This is also the bloodiest arena that has never been seen in the history of China.

It's just that there is no way to take Binghu.

On both sides of the street in front of the square, the tea room on the corner of the second floor is only 30 meters away from the ring, which is the best place to watch. On weekdays, you can drink tea all day long for only ten taels of silver, eat snacks and melon seeds as you like, and girls play the piano and sing songs. In the past few days, it has skyrocketed to fifty. Today, it's not a hundred taels, and you can't sit in it if you have money.

The window of the tea room on the right is wide open, and Ping'an Hou Zhouping and the two tigers under his command are leaning on the red and leaning on the cui. Careful people found that in addition to Xu Liang, the son of the Shangshu of the Ministry of War, and Ma Tao, the son of the Shangshu of the Hubu, Liu Fei, the son of the Hubu Shangshu, was nowhere to be found. The faces of the three of them were a little stiff, and they sat upright in a rare way, not laughing at the beautiful women.

The tea room on the left faces the street, and the two windows open to the ring on the side. Standing proudly around the corner was a big man with a pockmarked face, who was Tong San, the leader of the Four Waters Gang. In the window next to her, a beautiful young woman was stroking the piano, with light smoke curling and the fragrance hitting people. There are maids standing on both sides, and there are musicians behind them.

Since the Four Waters Gang was suppressed by Queen Zhou Mei, businesses such as pawnshops and restaurants have closed down one after another, leaving only the last signboard - Wanhualou. And this Qinglou survived because the King of the Apocalypse personally inscribed the signboard.

It was once rumored among the people that Wanhualou was the harem of the Apocalypse, and it was later self-defeating.

The girls there are all Qing people, and they don't sell their bodies. If you are in love with a certain son, you don't need to redeem yourself. Tong San would give her to marry like a daughter, and burn the deed of sale in public. If you are bullied after marriage, the Four Waters Gang will also beat the negative people all over the place to find teeth.

Today, the one who strokes the piano at the window is the top brand of Wanhualou, Bai Ling'er, the Oiran of Baisha City for two consecutive years.

In front of the window of the tea room facing the ring, a slender middle-aged man stood. Wearing a gauze crown on his head, a jade belt around his waist, and not smiling, he is Zhang Muzhi, the commander of the Secret Investigation Division. In the window next to them, two subordinates held their heads high and pressed their hands on the hilts of their knives.

These people, who appear to be in different windows, are actually in the same tea room.

Some of the natives of Baisha City gasped when they saw this scene. This shows that Zhang Muzhi has gone out and openly supported the Four Waters Gang.

Ten meters away from the ring, the Baisha Province officials stood shoulder to shoulder, blocking the front from the people on both sides, leaving a gap leading to the street.

At the end of Chenghuangmiao Street, a two-meter-high, tower-like strong man stepped in. A wide white cloth hung around his neck and hung over his right arm, which was tied to the splint.

The sharp-eyed guy said busily, isn't this the chief scoop of the Fengshun Dart Bureau, Hu Ye, why did he put on half a piece of armor?

The person on the side took a closer look and hurriedly shouted, what are your old eyes? Be quiet. It was a bone-setting deck, and it seemed like the arm was broken......

The two apprentices followed the prestige and glared angrily.

Hu Biao's face was pale, his expression was shriveled, and he walked forward in silence.

Behind them, a strange group of centaurs appeared. Those who see it are sad, and those who hear it cry.

There were about seventy or eighty of them, and more than half of them were hanging from the splints in the same way as Hu Biao. More than a dozen were even worse, limping away with crutches. The rest of the buddies have blue noses and swollen faces despite their hands and feet, or cover their stomachs with their hands and rub their chests......

The crowd froze.

Straight lady thief, aren't they all martial arts masters in Baisha King City? It's outrageous to be beaten like this by whom.

Suddenly, someone came to his senses and shouted, "Well done!"

Some people also volunteered to pick up the guys in front of them, and said, hurry up, make way for the strong men......

There are also people who scratch their heads desperately and talk to themselves.

"No, I've been watching the excitement for the past two days, and I've never seen Bing Hu hurt so many people......"

The group's faces were swollen red, their heads lowered, and they moved forward sullenly.

After a while, there was a sudden influx of two dozen servants at the corner of the street, who violently drove the people in the middle of the street to both sides, and shouted:

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, Uncle Xiaoyao has arrived......"

Subsequently, two columns of white flags appeared, but in the middle were eight people carrying a large coffin of Nanmu.

At the forefront was a young man, dressed in white like snow.

Suddenly, the whole street fell silent, and everyone looked sideways. On the square, on the viewing platform, and on the pavilions on both sides of the road, all eyes were projected.

Loose son, carry the coffin to battle.