Mo Junyu was forced to catch the ducks on the shelves, even if he had no confidence, he could only agree hard, "Since the prince has this Yaxing, the little emperor should accompany him." But please give the prince some time and let the little emperor go and change his clothes first, is it okay? ”

There are two types of Mozambican men's clothing, one is for daily wear, which is more slim and tight; The other is a military uniform specially designed for the event.

Yelu'an is not so particular, few people in the nomadic areas weave cloth and make clothes, most of the sources of cloth are bartered with neighboring countries, and only members of the royal family and nobles can afford to wear them, how can there be a fight and change clothes?

However, Yelu Anchen would not admit that he was poor, and would only say with an unhappy face: "Aren't you just a casual comparison?" So much to do? You shouldn't be afraid of this king, right? ”

"How so? It's just that the little emperor has the heart to compete with the prince, and he will naturally be able to play in the best condition, which is also a kind of respect for you, isn't it? ”

Yelu Anchen thought about it and felt that this was the case, so he had to nod and let go.

While Mo Junyu was changing clothes, Yelu Anchen was not idle, and he hooked his hand towards Wei Zichao with a provocative face, and said unashamedly: "I heard that you are the first warrior of Mozambique?" After this king defeats your crown prince, let's have another competition, and let this king have a good look at how bad the first warrior of Mozambique can be! ”

With such a condescending and contemptuous attitude, as if he had already won Mo Junyu, and then he could beat Wei Zichao fiercely.

Although Wei Zichao is excellent in martial arts, he is not a brave and aggressive person, so he immediately gave in, "His subordinates are just a personal guard next to His Highness, and he deserves the title of the first warrior. ”

The people of Liangguo never knew what 'self-humility' was, Yelu Anchen was an empty-eyed existence, and he didn't hear that Wei Zichao was just modest, but when he was incompetent, he sneered: "Tsk! The people of Mozambique are really cowards, and they don't even have the courage to fight with this king, it's ridiculous! ”

This time the map cannon was fired ruthlessly, even if Wei Zichao had a good temper with them, he couldn't help but be angry, and he couldn't wait to beat this Liang Wang Ye hard, so that he could see what the real force value was!

However, with Mo Junyang Town, no matter how eager a few people are, they can only secretly prepare and be ready for the call of 'Boss Mo' at any time - as the saying goes, hold back.

At this time, only Shi Qingxue dared to stroke his beard.

Her curious gaze swept between Yelu Anchen and Wei Zichao several times—by this time she already knew what the contest was all about—but she hated Yelu Anchen's domineering attitude.

muttered to Mo Junyang in a low voice: "Who is this person?" So fond of fighting, it's definitely a bad boy! ”

Mo Junyang is the one who echoes with a smile even if Shi Qingxue scolds him for being a bastard, and Qingxue's 'truthful' complaint will certainly not be objected to by him.

He smiled and touched Qingxue's head, with a conniving look of 'what you say', completely ignoring the fact that the people of Liangguo were angry when they heard Qingxue's words.

Yelu Anchen was even more angry, and immediately scolded back: "You fool knows a fart!" I don't have any ability at all and dare to judge this king, waste! ”

In fact, Yelu Anchen didn't know Shi Qingxue's current state at all, but he subconsciously sensed that something was wrong with her, and he didn't think much about it, so he scolded back, or because Shi Qingxue was a woman, he couldn't fight back as a husband.

Yelu Anchen thought that he was very generous, but he didn't want to say this, and the audience suddenly fell silent, and even the sound of the breeze could be heard clearly.

Rao is this Yelu Wang Ye no matter how thick his nerves are, he also sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't understand that he had stabbed the death hole of 'Boss Mo' with great precision, and he was going farther and farther on the road to death.

He also raised his chin and said condescendingly, "Why don't you speak?" Do you Mozambicans know that you are too poor to speak? ”

Mo Junyang raised his lips and smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his face, this smile made his whole person look more and more treacherous and gloomy, "Lord Yelu, your ability is obvious to everyone, and it is admirable. ”

The tone is gentle and beautiful, and the words are sincere.

The others were so frightened by the sound that they took a few steps back, subconsciously moving away from Yelu'anchen.

The Great Demon King is about to turn black, so if you don't want to be affected, stay away from the culprit!

Lord Yelu didn't know anything, nodded with satisfaction, and said even more arrogantly: "You can speak!" ”

It just so happened that at this time, Mo Junyu changed his clothes and walked out, and saw that the people on his side looked defensive, and the look was even more terrifying than before going to the battlefield, while the people of Liangguo were all complacent, and couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong?" ”

He left for less than a quarter of an hour, and the style of painting changed so strangely?

Mo Junyang even turned his head and smiled at him, and explained softly: "It's nothing, it's just that I greatly admire the heroic figure of Prince Yelu, and I hope His Royal Highness can give me a chance to appreciate Prince Yelu's martial arts attainments first." ”

Mo Junyu was stunned, obviously he refused to play no matter how he looked at Mo Junyang at the beginning, why did he take the initiative to ask to fight Yelu Anchen at this time?

Of course, he didn't have any problems at all, but Guyare didn't.

Wu Yalei didn't know Mo Junyang, and thought it was a small role, so he immediately pointed to Mo Junyang's nose and said: "What are you, you are also worthy of competing with our prince, don't make trouble." “

Mo Junyang didn't look humiliated at all, and said softly: "I am the son of King Rui, although my status is humble, but my father is the current King of Rui, and I think I am still a little qualified to compete with Lord Yelu." ”

Uyare didn't expect that he would be blind to the iron plate, and he didn't speak.

Yelu Anchen is fighting to make everything fine, and he can't wait to beat all the people of Mozambique to show the national prestige of their Daliang country.

He arrogantly despised Mo Junyang with his nostrils, and said contemptuously: "Of course you can compete, but you weak chicken doesn't look very good, in case you play, this king accidentally beats you to death, won't it destroy the friendly diplomatic relations between the two countries?" ”

The people on Liangguo's side suddenly laughed, as if they saw Mo Junyang being beaten into a dog; And the people on the Mozambican side were so quiet that they didn't speak, and they all thought in their hearts: I hope that my master will not be blackened too much, if he kills someone, it will really become an international problem!

Mo Junyang nodded in agreement and responded: "Lord Yelu is right, the matter of martial arts competition should not affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries. It's better to sign a life and death certificate before the prince and I go on the field, saying that we will bear the casualties in this competition, and no one can hold the other party and the country accountable for this.

In this way, the prince has no worries when he moves, I don't know what the prince thinks? ”

properly 'considered' Yelu Anchen, but the people behind Mo Junyang all widened their eyes in horror, as if they had seen the tragic situation after Mo Junyang's outbreak!

Wu Yalei is not as well-limbed and simple-minded as Yelu Anchen, even if he didn't notice it before, he can figure out a clue from the strange looks on the faces of everyone in Mozambique at this time.

He knew that the Mozambican people had always been cunning, and they might have set up some trap for them to drill, so he said: "What kind of life and death certificate to sign!" Our prince's body is expensive, if there is any damage, it must be your responsibility, is it possible that you still want to be responsible? ”

This envoy didn't know that injuries to those who practiced martial arts were commonplace, and scars were even more of a medal of honor.

He conceived very well: the Mozambican people can beat hard, beat to death and injure them, they have no ability, but their prince can't have a little damage, if there is a little bit of skin, it becomes a good excuse for them to make trouble.

Mo Junyang didn't refute Wu Yalei's words, but only echoed in a long voice, "Indeed, Lord Yelu is delicate, and he can't be damaged. ”

Yelu Anchen originally felt that what Wu Yalei said was a little harsh, but then when Mo Junyang looked at it so lightly but very meaningfully, he suddenly felt that his identity as a martial artist was seen clearly, and he suddenly exploded.

Ignoring Ayalei's objections, he muttered loudly: "This king is the first warrior in Daliang, it is normal for him to bleed and be injured in the martial arts arena, and it is not a man who finds fault after that."

Isn't it a matter of life and death? This king will sign with you! But don't cry and beg the king to show mercy to your men! ”

Mo Junyang immediately asked Qu Yuebai to take two copies of the life and death certificates, handed one over, and said without pain: "Lord Yelu is really a big husband!" ”

So, Yelu Anchen waved his hand, signed his life and death certificate, and then threw it back to Qu Yuebai.

At this time, he didn't know that his death was approaching, and he said domineeringly: "Don't you have to go and change your clothes first like your prince before you dare to fight this king?" ”

"Lord Yelu is so refreshing, he naturally doesn't dare to procrastinate, let's play!" Mo Junyang made a gesture of please.

Yelu'an got into the ring, and shook his braids because he thought he was handsome.

Mo Junyang smiled faintly, and when he was about to play, he was grabbed by Shi Qingxue's arm.

Shi Qingxue didn't understand the conversation they had just now, only knew that Mo Junyang was going to fight with that braided head, and muttered a little uneasily: "Don't you want Qingxue?" ”

Although Qingxue has been a lot more cheerful these days, she is no longer afraid of life, and she is full of curiosity and curiosity for new things, but all this is based on Mo Junyang by her side. The two have never been separated since she woke up, and she is still unwilling to leave Mo Junyang for a single step.

Mo Junyang was happy with Shi Qingxue's closeness, but the person who insulted Shi Qingxue couldn't help but teach him a lesson.

He patted the back of Shi Qingxue's hand soothingly, leaned into her ear, and comforted her with a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Good! I'll teach him a lesson for you, and you'll wait for me here and cheer me on, okay? ”

Yelu Anchen saw that Mo Junyang hadn't gotten into the ring yet, and yelled impatiently at the audience: "If you don't dare to fight, you will admit defeat directly, and it is still not a man who is struggling!" ”

Shi Qingxue was still very reluctant to 'leave' Mo Junyang, but the person in the ring was very annoying, she wanted Mo Junyang to teach the other party a hard lesson, so she had to let go slowly, and said reluctantly: "Qingxue is waiting for you here, you come back quickly!" ”

It's just a small competition, and they made a tragic scene of 'life and death', and the people behind the two of them said that they had a sore eyes and toothache!

Mo Junyang didn't pay attention to Yelu Anchen's barking at all, and after calming Shi Qingxue's emotions, he walked up from the steps to the ring unhurriedly.

A competition is about to begin.

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