Su Liuyu was actually cowardly.

In Wenyuan, 10,000 taels of silver is a gimmick, provoking everyone to send silver.

But in Wuyuan, there is no need.

When she came from Wenyuan, she was provoking everyone.

What's more, if someone makes a miracle and she fails to defend it, won't this ten thousand taels be in vain?

She was so angry with the silver that she died.

Just now, she was still grinding the rules registered in the ring and asking if she could press the bottom for fifty taels, and she was despised by a group of fans next to her.

The martial arts ring is much larger than the literary ring.

In the vermilion ring, the word "Wu" is written in the center, and it is surrounded by blades of a hundred soldiers, which can be selected at will.

As soon as she came on the field, the people below immediately boiled.

Su Liuyu was dressed in a moon-white gown, with a jade crown and bundled hair, a typical pampered son, thin arms and legs, there was no deterrent at all

In addition, she is very good-looking, her skin is jade and white, and her eyebrows are even more delicate.

This one stood in the ring, and the bloody recklessness on the side of the martial arts was forced to squeeze out a smell of books.

"Boss, this thin monkey is like a monkey, I'm afraid I'll beat her to death."

"Shall we beat it up?"

"I can't do it now."

Wu Lian's side was also cowardly.

Afraid of beating people to death.

"Be light."

A soldier in armor spoke.

The person who came to the test on his side answered, and a light skill rushed to the platform.

Seeing that someone came to the stage to attack, the crowd below suddenly boiled.

"Wen Kui, come on!"

"Wen Kui, beat him to death!"

"Wen Kui, it's good."

Su Liuyu: "......"

Hey, hey, you guys, I've been very low-key just now, don't make trouble for me!

Sure enough, these scholars made such a fuss, and Wu Yuan was also boiling.

Depend on!

The chicken is thin and a son, and when they are in the martial arts ring, it is a fist embroidered leg.

"Baichang, beat her to death."

"Baichang, kick her off the stage."

"Baichang, don't show mercy."

The cheers on both sides are fiercer than the people in the ring.

Hundreds of people gathered around the stage, both civil and military, and no one was convinced.

The drum should be beaten.

The priest stood beside the cowhide drum, and the drumstick was struck, and he shouted loudly.

"Jiazi No. 17, select soldiers!"

Su Liuyu looked at the caries of the hundred soldiers

She is not good at using weapons.

The most convenient "Chiba Changsheng" was also lost.

"Shen Ying" didn't bring it either.

She thought for a moment and shouted at the audience.

"Yunyi, borrow the dust."

"You're annoyed."

A handful of dust threw a beautiful arc from the air and landed on Su Liuyu's hand.

She borrowed the dust and saluted the attacking reckless man.

"The surname is Yuan, and the name is Wenzhao."

The reckless man who came to the stage clenched his fists with both hands.

"The Xuanjia Army is a hundred chiefs, Li Ying."

The drum beat sounded, and the two shot instantly.

Li Ying took a knife, afraid of her, and used the back of the knife to meet her.

The wind was fierce, with the unique killing aura of the general, rising from the ground.

"It's slow."

The young man did not move, but held a whisk in his hand, and rolled up the knife at once as the man fell

The dust was clear, and everyone only felt that their eyes were shaking, and they only heard the sound of 'ding', and the blade was already inserted in the ring.

Quiet!

Extremely quiet!

The two sides that were cheering noisily just now were silent all of a sudden!

What's the situation?

What's going on just now?

This...... Is this a win?

"Offended."

The young man on the field is light and breezy, and by the way, I will add:

"Remember the silver."

Everyone: "......"

Provocation!

Full provocation!

You're provoking!

The scene boiled all at once!

"Damn! Our Wenkui is so powerful! ”

"I can't see it, no wonder Wen Kui wants to challenge Wu Yuan!"

"Wen Kui, win the championship in one fell swoop, we will top you!"

The students of Wenyuan have gone crazy.

They were ridiculed by Wu Yuan's gang of martial artists for being powerless, and now that one person found the field for them, the excited crowd suddenly rose.

Beat them to death!

Wen Kui gave us a sigh of relief.

Li Ying, who was defeated in the field, was stunned and looked at himself.

It hurts.

With that blow just now, the rapid internal force swept away, shaking away his hand holding the knife.

"Baichang, tell you not to show mercy to your subordinates."

"Substitution, substitution, this time doesn't count, you stinky Mowen people, what are you doing!"

"I'm coming!"

Wu Yuan's side exploded all of a sudden, rolled up his sleeves, and was ready to go on stage to show his real skills.

I can't bear it!

I can't take it anymore.

For these people who came to give silver, Su Liuyu was particularly welcome.

And give me advice from time to time.

"You're not stable, practice more."

"No, the moves are blunt, and the moves are too slow."

"That's not how you use the knife."

One or two or let go, these seven or eight are all defeated, that is strength.

The students in Wenyuan shouted hoarsely.

"Wen Kui is too powerful."

"See, it's called chic."

"It's the first time I've seen a martial arts fight like this, it's not our Wenkui opponent at all."

What is called raising eyebrows!

As soon as Su Liuyu came on the stage, the little blood in the literati's bones suddenly boiled.

Who is not good at martial arts!

Hit him!

Just do it!

"Look, these sons of martial artists have green faces."

"Eighteen games in a row, and they still make excuses?"

"That's strength!"

If you want to pull hatred, this gang of Ziwen Rao's hatred value has already blown up Wu Yuan's gang of martial artists.

Suddenly.

Everyone only watched a young man in coarse linen rush to the platform, holding a black iron sword in his hand, and saluting with a fist.

"Southern Xinjiang, Chai Chuan!"

As soon as the five words came out, the scene suddenly quieted down.

The noisy sound of the civil and military gardens was all solidified.

Then an even more violent crowd erupted with a roaring sword

"It's the Southern Xinjiang Ranger Chai Chuan!"

"This madman, how did you get to the capital!"

"Damn, Wen Kui, come down quickly!"

You're not the opponent of this young man!

"Why is it so lively today?" In another word, break through the crowd.

The crowd turned back.

I saw a row of Xuanjia soldiers coming in the whole army, and among these battlefield iron generals, the leader was a young man wearing a brocade robe.

"It's the prince, and the prince is also here?"

Today, Su Liuyu Wenyuan won the championship in one fell swoop, and he defended eighteen games alone, single-handedly challenging everyone in Wuyuan.

In the end, it alarmed the prince of the protector of the country.

With the Xuanjia personal soldiers, I rushed over to see the freshness.

Su Liuyu didn't look at everyone, but looked at the young man in the ring.

She clenched her fists.

"Please—"

As soon as the voice fell, the young man drew his sword out of the sheath, and the sound of the sheath was like an eagle roaring in the sky, and the sharp blade was cold, like the polar light of the broken stars.

Fast, accurate, ruthless, dramatic!

It's so strong!

Su Liuyu's face changed slightly, and she was a little on tiptoe, avoiding the danger.

It's just that the dust on his hand is a beat slower, and the cold mang, with a fierce internal force, shatters the weapon!

Su Liuyu frowned slightly, and then immediately abandoned the army to meet the attack.

The invisible and swift majestic power awakened, with the wind blade and the tiger's roar, sweeping the audience with a thunderous attitude!

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