Zaqilie's broad lips showed a cruel smile, raised his little thumb and hooked the corner of his lips and beard, his body swayed like a sumo wrestling and rushed towards Cao Jue, Cao Jue slammed out with an elbow, Zaqilie took the initiative to stick up, stretched out his palm to grab the opponent's arm, and punched his right arm. Cao Jue also punched at the same time, and the two of them each took a solid punch, rubbing backwards.

The fight between the two is not as dismantled as Li Siye imagined, it seems that martial arts routines are not very popular in the Tang Dynasty, they each use their means to inflict heavy blows on each other, and there is a sense of punching to the flesh. But it's more flexible than free fighting, in addition to not pulling each other's hair like mother-in-law fights, elbows, knees, and heads can be used as weapons, and even pulling each other's clothes for crazy counterattacks.

Cao Jue raised his knee to Za Qilie's stomach, and the other party suddenly tightened his abdomen and unloaded a lot of strength, but his fist smashed into Cao Jue's shoulder. Cao Jue jumped backwards suddenly, jumped up with his right foot, and swept Za Qilie's cheek. There was a cheer from the audience.

Zazilie just smiled and raised his sleeve to wipe the dust from his face, spat out a bloody molars from his mouth, and rushed forward with his fists clenched and screaming. Cao Jue's old trick was repeated to reveal his flying feet, but Zaqilie bowed down and shrunk his waist, using sumo wrestling methods to rush forward.

His fatal charge dodged this kick, and also knocked Cao Jue, who was standing upright on one leg, to the ground, and without waiting for the other party to use the carp to stand upright, Zaqilie raised his legs and slammed down, Cao Jue rolled and dodged. Za Qilie's hind feet followed suit, Cao Jue bent down and contracted his knees to protect his abdomen, the soles of his shoes hit his leg bones and stirred up puffs of dust, and his body slid more than three feet away on the ring floor.

The people in the audience looked in pain this time, but Cao Jue snorted and supported his body to crawl up.

Zaqilie showed a smug look on his face, stretched out two fingers and pointed at Cao Jue and said, "You, no, go down, change people." ”

Cao Juebian was inspired by him to be arrogant, flew up, and his fists came out, but he was suddenly grabbed by Za Qilie's wrist, his head was pushed forward, and he touched the opponent's hard head.

Hu Jiang Zaqilie is really a bone Qingqi, Cao Jue was still dizzy and shaking, his concussion had already dissipated, he jumped forward and raised his leg and kicked violently, this kick was like a heavy hammer drum, kicking Cao Jue's chest with a slight clicking sound, and he immediately fell to the ground.

Zazilie was in high spirits and strode forward, intending to smash the bastard to death. The interpreter suddenly stepped forward to stop him, gave Zazilie a look, and let him see the brass fish charm hanging from the other man's waist.

Zazilie pursed his lips and raised his fist towards the top beam, letting out an excited and strange cry.

"Wow!"

The eyebrows on the corridor shouted angrily: "Cao Jue is really useless, it's really a shame!" ”

His brother's gloomy face also became more and more gloomy, although he didn't speak or nod, but it was tantamount to admitting Cao Jue's incompetence.

There was also an attendant standing behind them, who took the initiative to step forward and half-kneel and fork his hands and said, "Childe, Cui Ji is willing to go on stage and give it a try." ”

"Forget it." The gloomy boy shook his head: "Your kung fu is worse than Cao Jue's, so don't go up." ”

Cui Ji pursed his lips and cast a glaring glare into the ring below, then hid behind the two sons.

Cao Jue stood up with his chest covered, bowed his head and walked to the stage in shame, the Turkic interpreter became more and more arrogant, and shouted to the audience: "It's been three days! It's been three days! The Zaqilie warriors swung in the Douwu Tower in Chang'an West City for three days, and they couldn't get it? Where is the master of Datang? Where are the masters in the world? ”

"Hah!"

Zazilie punched his strong chest muscles, and looked at the surging crowd with contempt in the ring, in which he was the real king.

"Well, can I go up and fight?"

A tender-sounding voice reached the stage.

Zaqilie and the interpreter looked down, and saw a young man in a kudzu cloth robe standing by the ring, carrying a straw mat quilt and a wine jar on his back, his face was green and a little rustic, except that his body looked quite strong, he was a rural outcast who had just entered Chang'an City.

Translator Hu Ren smiled dumbly, squatted on the edge of the ring and asked, "Housheng, do you want to fight?" ”

Li Siye nodded confidently: "Yes, I want to try." Isn't there a reward of 10,000 dollars for winning the battle? ”

The Hu Ren translator wearing a pointed felt hat laughed loudly: "Haha, if you win, you will be rewarded with 10,000 yuan, but if you lose, you will die." ”

Li Siye took a step forward, but his sister reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, Li Mei'er raised his little face and asked him, "Brother, why are you going to fight again?" ”

He looked back at this little sister who still seemed strange, with a sallow face, a small yellow and fluffy bun, and only her eyes were clear and transparent.

Even if it seems strange, it will be a family in the future, and it can't occupy other people's bodies, but it doesn't care about other people's sisters.

He smiled and said, "Brother, I'll earn you money." ”

Li Siye untied the hemp rope and untied the straw mat and bedding in one go, Zhang Xiaojing walked up to him and said: "This Hu general is a bit evil, this money is not easy to earn, you don't want to do it." ”

He looked back and smiled: "I'll try, if I can't, I will admit defeat again." ”

Unloading the burden on his body, Li Siye bent down and tore a horn from the sheep felt, bit it into his mouth to act as a braces, and then turned over and climbed into the ring.

Zaqilie clasped his hands and looked at Li Siye with a wicked smile, this redneck has just come in, otherwise how dare he come on stage to challenge. It's really a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers, and it doesn't cost him to make money. He promised that this kid would be so frightened that he peed his pants when he saw his heroism on stage just now. There is no need to remind him now, hammering this rookie to death with two punches is regarded as an appetizer, and he has to wait for the real master to come to the stage today.

After coming to power, Li Siye was still not at ease, and said to Zaqilie and Hu Ren's translator: "Can I warm up first." ”

Although the two didn't understand what a warm-up was, they both smiled and nodded, and they have always been very patient with people who kill themselves.

He began to bend over and press his legs, lying on the ground doing push-ups, and the audience looked at him as he did these strange movements, whispering but shaking his head and sighing.

"Alright."

Zazilie still clasped his hands to his chest, and he couldn't be the slightest wary of such an opponent. However, Li Siye is like a big enemy, and this will be the last boxing match of his career, and it is to make up for his unfinished regrets. He imagined it as the scene of the Kunlun duel, and Zazilie as the winner of the last year's belt, Kiria. This fighting match is full of dangers, there are no gloves, no protection, no referees, and even no rules, but he still has to fight, just because he is making a final farewell to his past identity Li Ye.

Li Siye regained that feeling, his left and right fists were clenched in front of his face, his legs kept beating slightly, and he made two punches in the air with his eyes in front of him.

The audience around the ring burst into laughter, whether it is a Hu person or a Han person, people who practice martial arts pay attention to the steady and steady down, and take root on the ground, you are jumping around like a toad, what kind of fucking martial arts practitioner is it?

The kind-hearted spectators shouted to Li Siye on the stage: "Baby, come down quickly, don't take your life as your life!" ”

"(just) beating is, it's not a shame to be a melon, (no) what do you spend money on when you wipe your life?"

In the balcony box upstairs, the gloomy boy only looked down for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and asked the attendant behind him, "How is this person in the audience?" I think he has nothing to fear. ”

Cui Ji shook his head arbitrarily: "This country man may have practiced strength, but he has no foundation in martial arts, and his bottom is unstable. In order to make his account more accurate, Cui Ji added: "Death is certain." ”

The gloomy boy turned his head indifferently, put his hand on his brother's shoulder and said, "Let's go, Mei'er, there's nothing to see." ”

Mei'er nodded, followed her brother through the gauze tent, turned into the stairs and walked down.

On the stage, Zaqilie rushed forward and threw a punch at Li Siye, but Li Siye flexibly dodged away, and gave the opponent a heavy straight punch with his backhand, coupled with a fast and violent knee impact, which knocked Zaqilie to a stumbling ground.

"Huh?" The gloomy boy suddenly stopped, his body froze on the stairs, the brief confrontation under the stage was fast and intense, his eyes barely captured that moment, but the blow was immediately divided and crisp, and the sense of blow seemed to open up a new world.

I've never seen this kind of play, but it's very effective, the crowd watching the ring opened their mouths wide, and thought that the new handsome man was a melon coward, but it turned out that it wasn't, there was something in people's hands.

Zaqilie fought with great strength, and wanted to rush up to fight Li Siye closely, so Li Siye used his knees and elbows to fight back faster than lightning. In his previous life, when he was free, he also pondered for two days, and although he was a little rusty to use it suddenly, it was of great benefit to fight in close combat.

The spectators opened their mouths wide, and Li Siye's short and powerful fists hit a dull touch, as if the war drums beating in the midst of thousands of troops could ignite the restless factor in everyone's emotions, so the shouts were also extraordinarily intense.

"Good! Well played! ”

Zaqilie's face turned red, he endured the pain in his body and rushed forward, his hands came to hug, Li Siye lowered his head and took out of the hug.

The two fought back and forth a few times, but Zazilie didn't take advantage of it, he couldn't help but be a little restless and angry, and suddenly bent down and charged forward with his head down, such an attack posture made him look like a rampaging mountain of meat. Li Siye did not retreat, but advanced, sprinting two steps high, bending his knees and striking a volley knee at Zaqilie who rushed over.

His body jumped high, his knees moved forward, and his body rushed forward with force, and the weight of the whole person was concentrated on this point. The silhouette of this moment is like a sculpture, followed by the sound of flesh and bones collapsing.

Zaqilie, who was charging at full speed, fell to the ground, and Li Siye's knee hit him very hard, collapsing his entire back.

"Good!" The Chang'an crowd under the stage let out bursts of applause.

"Good!" The two little gentlemen in the Langtai box also cheered in unison, and the gloomy boy was excited, and turned around and asked the two attendants: "How is it?" ”

Cui Ji's face was hot, and he lowered his head slightly and said, "Childe, Cui Ji has lost his eyes." ”

The gloomy boy didn't care about this, what made him more interested was Li Siye's novel style of play. This person is flexible, both offensive and defensive, without those fancy moves but very effective, the kicks are not as high as others, but they are fast and heavy and impossible to dodge, there is no routine at all, but every blow is a routine, this guy is simply born to fight.