The leader of the brocade guard was wearing a red flying fish suit, and a wingless black gauze hat on his head, judging from his slightly bulging temples, it was obvious that his internal strength was profound, and his martial arts were strong, and he was by no means an ordinary person.

He leaned over slightly, arched his hand and said, "It turned out to be the prince~" Although his mouth was good, his movements were quite perfunctory, and his waist was straight from beginning to end.

"The Ninth Master is so majestic! Who made the Great Taibao please the Lord Banzai? A Changchun immortal magic skill was sent, but the long-lived lord was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth. No, Jinyiwei, it won't be under the control of our governor~" The old eunuch surnamed Wang said sarcastically.

"The old man of the Duke of Duke's family is as kind to us as a mountain, even if he doesn't serve under his old man's account now, we will definitely not dare to forget his old man's kindness!" The brocade-clothed guard man swore with a smile and a curse.

"It's good to know, Xiao Jiu~ You can't forget to dig wells! There is a way, the higher you climb, the worse you fall~ The worse you fall, if no one is below to continue... Hmph, didn't it just fall from the sky to the ground? You say, isn't this the reason? Seeing that the "Ninth Master" was soft, the smug look on the prince's face became even more proud, and he even beat the words in his words.

"But, Princess! This time, Xiao Jiu, I came here on the emperor's command, and I hope that your old man will take care of me! The ninth master arched his hand and said with a straight face.

Hearing this, the prince nodded slightly, and did not speak, but just picked up the blue and white teacup, raised his hand, and motioned for him to continue.

"No, the spring season is coming, and the Long Live Lord has specially decreed that this quarter's palace examination will be held in the Arena of Nations. This season's temple test is different from usual, and it is said that small vassal countries such as Ryukyu, Luzon, and Annam from the Eastern Sea are invited to watch the ceremony. Long live the Lord intends to let the new Kejin Shi compete with these Xiyi people. This is to promote the prestige of the country, so that those small countries can see the power of our Han Dynasty; Second, it is to touch the bottom of these Xiyi people and prepare for the future expedition to the west! The man dressed in brocade said.

"Since it is the will of the Long Live Lord, how dare the miscellaneous family not follow it~ These people, Xiao Jiu, you can take it away! It's time for those small countries to see the power of our Han Dynasty! The old eunuch nodded his head in approval, and then waved his hand and motioned for his little eunuch to hand him over.

With a hint of happiness in leaving the East Factory with a full beard and full tail, Han Xing was taken out by those brocade guards in a daze, pressed into a carriage, and headed for the so-called "Arena of Nations".

Although he was escorted to be a gladiator on this trip, it is better to stay in the East Factory and let the perverted old eunuch cut the key parts with one cut!

After driving for about ten minutes, I got out of the east gate of Tianjing Mansion, but I saw a vast sea in front of me. Nearby was a pier, and Han Xing and the dozen or so captives were loaded onto a canopy boat and rowed towards a vague island in the sea.

This small island is not large, it is only a radius of dozens of miles, the whole is gentle, only there is a low hill in the north, and a large wooden building is built in the center of this small island, occupying one-third of the area of this small island. Come to think of it, this is the so-called "Arena of Nations"!

When you get to the door, you have to step up dozens of steps before you come to the two tall vermilion lacquer and nail mahogany doors, and after entering, it is a whole boxy, downward concave open-air martial arts arena, the ground in the middle is dry loess, surrounded by a circle of auditoriums, which can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people at the same time. There is a grandstand more than ten meters high on the north side, which must have been prepared for the big shots.

It's a pity that Han Xing and the dozen or so captives are here to be monkeys for others! This magnificent grandstand has nothing to do with them. No, they were escorted by the brocade guards through the yellow earth in the center of the arena, and when they came to the east side of the arena, they saw several metal fence gates, and after entering, it was a dark and damp place similar to the dungeon of the East Factory.

The only difference is probably that it's quite bright inside! In the direction of the cell, there are small square windows the size of A4 paper, and through the cracks in the iron fence, you can vaguely see the sparkling sea outside.

Judging by the dense finger and claw scratches on the wall, this cell has either been locked up by a madman or a lion! Given that there was always a fishy smell in the air that the sea breeze could not dissipate, Han Xing felt that the latter was a little more likely·····

"Go find a doctor and bandage the wounds of those two Westerners! There are still five days left before the start of spring, and I don't want them to die like this! After taking the captives into the cells separately, the Jinyi Guard, who was not called the Ninth Master, pointed at Han Xing and the open-skinned Sir Bosia, and said to his subordinates.

"It's ~ Ninth Master!" When his men heard this, they immediately trotted out, and in a short time they brought in an old man dressed as a man.

The old man first showed Sir Bosha the wound on his back, then stroked his beard and nodded. came to Han Xing's side again, looked up and down, pinched Han Xing's swollen and soft fingers like marshmallows, sighed, and shook his head fiercely. A painting of "You are hopeless!" ".

Then he came to the head of the brocade guard who was called the Ninth Master and said: "Jiu Taibao, that Westerner over there, although there are some whiplashes on his back, it looks like his flesh and blood are blurred, but he only needs to apply two pieces of stick sore medicine made by the old man, and he will be cured soon!" ”

When it came to Han Xing, the old doctor put on a look of embarrassment, stroked his beard, and said in a deep voice: "As for this one, this one is a little difficult!" The bones in his hands have been crushed, with all due respect, I'm afraid the medicine stone is useless! In two days, he will die of a high fever due to the myeloid fluid entering the blood! Even if you survive, those hands will be useless~"

Han Xing eavesdropped on the old doctor's diagnosis report, and suddenly laughed in his heart: "This is a 'critical illness notice' for me~ It's a pity that we are not ordinary people, and we can sleep well!" ”

"These eunuchs in Dongchang are really evil!" The leader of the brocade guard, known as the Ninth Master, sighed and said.

"Since he can't participate in the competition, he should just ~ click! Give him a good time, right? A brocade guard beside the ninth master made a gesture to cut his neck.

Han Xing, who was still smiling just now, immediately panicked, "Nima, if you can't participate in the competition, you will kill me~ Be ruthless!" ”

"It's a human life, try your best to cure him!" The Ninth Master stared at Han Xing for a while across the fence, and said lightly.

"Then, I'm afraid the old man will have to amputate his leg~" The old doctor took out a saw for carpentry work from the medicine box and said.

", amputation? You're not kidding, are you? You're a Mongolian doctor, right? Just out of the wolf's den, and into the tiger's den! Without hands, what else can I do~" Han Xing's eyes straightened when he heard this.

The ninth master couldn't bear to look at it, so he flicked his sleeves and planned to walk outside. But when he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly stopped, turned his head again, frowned, and looked at Han Xing for a moment, as if he remembered something.

"Look at the way you look, you don't seem to be an orthodox Westerner! Between the eyebrows, there is some meaning of Chinese Miao descendants~" Jiu Ye muttered in a low voice.

"Ninth Master, you have a clear understanding, the villain is indeed a Han man with strong roots, and because he provoked the enemy, he left his hometown~" Han Xing hurriedly climbed along the pole, he didn't want to be amputated for no reason!

"You still speak Chinese? Then you also heard the doctor's words, your hand, I'm afraid it can't be cured! If you don't amputate your leg in time, you're afraid you'll be in danger of losing your life! ”

Han Xing hurriedly waved his hand and said: Please give me a few days, if it doesn't get better, it's not too late to amputate the leg. At this time, his hands are as soft as gummy, and he is really called a "soft and boneless" mile...

"I see what you mean! I am also a martial arts practitioner, and I know that if I don't have to do it, who would want to waste my own hands? That's it, just give you two days! The brocade-clothed Wei Jiu Ye nodded and said.

After a night, Han Xing's injuries on his body had healed, and his hands had once again returned to the slender and slender appearance of a pianist.

No, Han Xing immediately played a decent set of swordsmanship, and said to the ninth master that he was healthy, alive, and had sound limbs, and there was no need for amputation at all~

Of course, calling it a "sword technique" is a bit exaggerated, but it is just a few moves that Han Xing has used to accumulating over the years. Although there is no beautiful name, it is better to go straight, and it is all tempered after the test of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood.

But unexpectedly, the Ninth Master watched Han Xing play with his sword, but his face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was the sky before the storm fell.

I saw him gritting his teeth and glaring at Han Xing, "It's you?" I recognize this sword! But he saw that his fingertips were running with true qi, curling white smoke coming out, and there was a crackling sound between his knuckles.

"Eat my Mighty Finger!" He roared angrily, and the two fingers of his right hand turned into a meteor and pointed towards Han Xing.

"Mighty Finger? The Ninth Master? Damn, my luck can't be so bad, right? Han Xing suddenly remembered an "acquaintance" who had met in the world of "Mummy", and it was indeed an enemy!

"You won't be the angry-eyed King Kong who ranks ninth in the Thirteen Taibao, right?" Han Xing secretly swallowed his saliva and took two steps back.

"You have a pretty good memory! I almost didn't recognize you, Gaoqiang! I saw He Xinding stop his finger a few centimeters from Han Xing's chest, and said with a hideous smile.

"Gao Qiang? Ah, that's the fake name I made up to fool them! ”

"It's miserable, it's really him~ The present world!" Han Xing's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

"At the beginning, you took advantage of our brother's lack of internal strength and threatened our lives to forcibly ask my sixth brother for the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, but did you ever think that there would be today!" He Xinding angrily pointed at Han Xingdao.

"Suffer death, Gao Qiang!"

"Lao Jiu, why did you make a mistake again~" Just when He Xinding's sharp finger was about to fall on Han Xing, he saw a figure wearing a white flying fish suit, like a ghost, skimmed from the air, and pressed He Xinding's right shoulder from behind.