The blue-eyed man had been in the slum for days. He took a deep breath of cool air and stepped on the slightly cool pebbles towards the ring. Passing by a well, I turned on the cold faucet. Picking up the cool tap water, he washed his face vigorously a few times, made sure that his spirit was completely clear, wiped off the water stains on his face, and continued to walk towards the ring.

The neighbors were still yawning, picking at their eyes, holding crockpots, and waiting in line to buy breakfast. Some coolies who had finished breakfast sat on the benches outside the porridge shop, chatting on their stilts, as if they could not hear the sound of drums coming from the center of the imperial capital. But that doesn't mean they're completely uninterested in the Imperial Heroes. The coolies, who had not found a job, discussed whether they should go to the ring to see the excitement.

The blue-eyed man walked through the crowd, and an old man he knew cordially greeted him if he had eaten breakfast, and he smiled and nodded. He stopped in front of the ring and suddenly jumped up. In an instant, the streets fell silent, and even the hot five on the edge of the steamer in the shop froze for a moment. The next moment there was a whisper of discussion, some with good intentions and some with malicious intent.

The blue-eyed man straightened his clothes and smiled innocently. There are already a lot of people watching the excitement here, and no big people will notice here, and according to common sense, there will be no powerful characters here. Taking the stage here is often just thinking about making a name for yourself with brute strength. This kind of battle between ordinary citizens is naturally not exciting, and is often more like a hooligan fight in the market, and it will be stopped after a few rounds.

The overseer and the two elders in charge of the ring were already bored to the extreme, and one of the elders had his head hanging down from time to time, and he saw that he would hit the edge of the table at some point.

There are no contestants in this ring yet, and the decoration of the blue-eyed young man is extremely eye-catching. It has already attracted the attention of some people, and his figure is too thin. The kind-hearted old man who was watching persuaded on the side: "Young man, come down quickly! But don't give your life in vain, if you feel that life is hard, the old man will find you a job." Although the salary is not high, at least I can support myself. ”

"I said, young man, are you crazy? This is not nonsense! There are doctors elsewhere, we have nothing, and when the time comes, we will really die!" Although the words of these people were a little ugly, there was even a deep taste of ridicule. But their starting point is all for the good of this blue-eyed man.

The blue-eyed man waved his hand and laughed softly: "Uncles and aunts, you don't have to worry, I have studied martial arts, don't worry! ”

"This child," an elderly mother-in-law admonished, "why are you so tough! ”

Suddenly, the noise suddenly went out, and countless visions were cast on the ring, and there was a young man on the hard marble table, with an indifferent expression, holding a cold iron sword in his hand. Looking at the young man, the overseer sent by the royal family showed a surprised expression. I wondered how this murderer came back here?

He suddenly thought of a possibility, and then pressed the thoughts in his heart into the depths of his mind, looking at the two people facing each other in the ring indifferently.

At this time, the ring in the ghetto also began to be lively, and more sorrowful, this amiable blue-eyed man was fighting against a real young strong man. Everyone has a hunch that this game can often be boring, and even the ending is sad.

Doubts also arose in the hearts of the simple people in the impoverished areas, and they did not understand why such a master appeared here. But the overseer and the two elders had already guessed the real cause of the incident. Many young masters can't win the crown at all, but they also want to be at the forefront of this Imperial Heroes meeting, so as to gain more people's attention, so that the family's allocated resources can get more.

Like the young master with the sword, he knew very well that no matter how long the real big man watched the ring, he couldn't hold out to the end, so they deliberately appeared in this remote ring surrounded by a foul smell, just to avoid those powerful opponents who were extremely famous in the empire, and wanted to hold on as long as possible and go farther.

This sword-wielding young man is called Bai Feng, and he is a real powerhouse from the Bai family, and he is also famous in the entire empire. Yuan Li cultivation has reached the third grade level, and Yuan Li has aroused strength. The swordsmanship is extremely ruthless, the same as his people. But few of his opponents who were defeated by his sword survived. According to Bai Feng's friends, his swordsmanship was extremely fast, like lightning.

"You're going to die. Bai Feng looked at the man in front of him with closed eyes and said expressionlessly: "But you won't feel any pain, this is my gift to you!"

Bai Feng's words seem to be bland, but they are actually very domineering and ruthless. If the speed is fast enough to reach a certain level, even more than the reaction of the nerves, will it still feel painful?

The blue-eyed man was silent when he heard Bai Feng's words, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he couldn't be happy about an existence that wanted to kill him. He remembered what his teacher had said to him, and one of them mentioned that speed is power. How should this sentence be understood? Speed is, in essence, an exercise of power, and the truly strong will never be those who have infinite power but do not know how to use it. How do you turn power into speed? Not only him, but most people think about it.

Just when the blue-eyed man was still thinking, an extremely bright but extremely cold light suddenly appeared in the blue-eyed man's eyes. It was a sword light, and although Bai Feng was quite disdainful of the blue-eyed man in words, he was still a little jealous of this young man with extremely big nerves, so he decided not to give this blue-eyed man any time to prepare.

He wanted to use his fastest sword to cut off the head of the blue-eyed man directly, so as to fulfill his promise. This sword was indeed very fast, and a thunderbolt sounded in the streamer, roaring in the air like thunder and lightning, it was a lightning bolt, a lightning condensed by the sword light. It wasn't until the lightning turned into a bright light and unfolded in the pupils of the man with closed eyes that the sound of the iron sword unsheathed sounded, and there was a soft sound. The sharp and cold iron sword burst out of the air, and when the ordinary people around the ring heard the crisp sound, the iron sword was already less than three feet away from the blue-eyed man's neck.

The people below were in no hurry to exclaim, this sword light was too fast, and no one saw how Bai Feng made a move, and no one saw how the iron sword was warped. When they saw the lightning, they subconsciously closed their eyes, and the picture of blood splattering three feet was not beautiful at all.