The emotions of the audience were mobilized again at once.

The thin man was busier, but he still had time to ask Sun Ling, "Do you bet?"

He Lingchuan hurriedly gave him a look, but it was too late, Sun Lingling actually took out another tael of silver: "Vote!"

She still has high odds.

"Auntie, this thing doesn't look more reliable than a wild boar!" How do you still place bets? He Lingchuan pressed the back of her hand, "Do you want to think about it again?"

"I know." Sun Fuling blinked, "So I only invested one or two pieces of silver this time."

「......」

She smiled and her eyebrows crooked: "It's okay to gamble happily."

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Sun Lingling grabbed He Lingchuan's arm and hung her head in frustration: "My money ......" is gone.

He Lingchuan laughed: "For one or two silvers, you can buy hundreds of buns."

As soon as the words fell, he felt that Sun Fuling's hand strength had become bigger, and he changed from pinching to pinching.

A smart person will not say at this time, "I told you a long time ago," but say, "That's it, sooner or later, Monsanto will be punished."

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, and sooner or later is better than now." Suddenly another voice answered on the side, He Lingchuan turned his head and saw that it was Xiao Maoliang!

Hu Min laughed in surprise: "Boss, why are you here!"

"The meeting was going on so far that I almost missed the show." Xiao Maoliang looked at the No. 7 ring, "Is it Monsan guarding today?"

"yes, this guy has already beaten four people." Hu Min shook his head, "I think today's No. 7 ring will end early."

The seventh ring is a public ring, and the people can also watch the whole thing. As a popular entertainment program, the Seven Ring is held one day a week, and it may be added depending on the situation.

There are not many entertainment activities in the city, and Xiao Maoliang does not want to miss this kind of fun.

If no one goes up to challenge Monsan, this gap period will be more than half an hour, even if Monsan's defense is successful, today's No. 7 ring event will end.

The thin man came over, nodded and greeted Xiao Maoliang. He is still a patrolman, and of course he is respectful to the generals of the Gale Army. But he also felt pity: "It would be nice to go up again." I haven't made enough money today.

Xiao Maoliang smiled at He Lingchuan.

He usually doesn't smile, He Lingchuan's heart suddenly tightened, why did Commander Xiao smile at me?

"Broken Knife, do you want to go up?"

"Me?" He Lingchuan pointed to his nose, "Now?"

"You've challenged Monsanto six or seven times, and you're the last opponent he wants to meet." When Xiao Maoliang said this, He Lingchuan touched his nose, in fact, Xiao Touer wanted to say that he was Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed, right?

"I've seen your battles twice, and you're not without a chance of winning." Xiao Maoliang pointed to the stage, "Today's opportunity is rare, do you want to try it?"

The two Gale sergeants who followed him also participated in the battle of the river valley, and they both knew He Lingchuan and fought against Monsan, so they responded one after another: "Yes, yes, the broken knife will go up and give us breath!"

"Let this fat man know what it means to be a person outside of a person!"

The thin man's eyes lit up, and he nodded like pounding rice: "If you want to get it, your odds of breaking the knife are also very high, I will definitely bet on you this time!" If you win, just wait to count the money!

He Lingchuan gave him a roll of his eyes, this is his teammate?

used to fight with Monsan in the Southern Courtyard, and there was no shame in losing, anyway, the audience was a practitioner; But this platform is full of civilians.

Xiao Maoliang patted He Lingchuan on the shoulder: "Practicing martial arts for a thousand days, for what? There will be this and this."

Sun Fuling had been listening, and then suddenly said, "If you go up and fight, I will bet on you for a year's salary."

Her apricot eyes are bright and bright, showing vitality.

He Lingchuan looked at her eyes, and suddenly he didn't have so many worries, maybe it was Xiao Maoliang's words that hit his heart.

He looked at Sun Fuling and said, "I have the conditions, you agree, I will go up to compete."

Sun Lingling did not hesitate

"Say!"

He Lingchuan exhaled, and suddenly leaned into her ear and whispered, "Whether you win or lose, you have to kiss me."

There was so much noise that almost no one could overhear.

Sun Fuling's eyes froze.

However, after He Lingchuan said this, he suddenly felt embarrassed.

I don't know why it's so easy to mention, it's just a brain, and now it's hitting the wall.

"That's it, just let me talk nonsense, this condition doesn't count." He waved his hand, "I'm up."

Unexpectedly, Sun Lingling suddenly stretched out her fist at him: "Okay, I promise." But you have to win!"

He Lingchuan was overjoyed, stretched out his fist and touched her lightly: "A word is a certainty."

Monsan, who had already paced to the corner of the ring, opened his mouth wide and yawned.

No one came up for a quarter of an hour, and another quarter of an hour was considered a success.

It's boring, it's boring!

He was bored here, and suddenly someone jumped up from under the stage.

There was applause all around, cheering for the descendants who were not afraid of death. All of them were seriously injured by Monsan, and they were only one breath away from death. There are still people who dare to come up in this situation, and this courage alone is worthy of applause.

Monsanto was also sneering:

Okay, wait for grandpa to see which kid ate the bear-hearted leopard and dared to come up and send it ...... Hey?

Ay?

How so?

Monsan's face sank, because the person who came up greeted him very familiarly: "Yo, Monsan, we haven't seen each other for half a month!"

Broken knives!

"You're going to die at this time?" Did this kid pestered him seven times or eight times? Although he was knocked down every time, Meng Shan knew in his heart that the broken knife was getting more and more difficult to deal with.

The last time he was defeated, Monsan himself was injured, so he simply went home to recuperate for a long time.

In the huge Panlong City, the last person Meng Shan wants to see, except for General Hong, who is the kraft candy-like guy in front of him.

"I placed a bet and I have to win it back." He Lingchuan stretched out his hand to him, "Please."

Even if he was prepared, when he stood in the ring number seven and faced thousands of enthusiastic spectators, that enthusiasm turned into overwhelming pressure!

What a thousand people see, what a thousand people point to, and what a thousand people are angry about can all converge into a substantial aura.

He used to read in books that a beautiful man was watched when he went out. There were so many people watching it once, and they just watched him die. Well...... What's the name of that weak boy? Unimportant.

He Lingchuan used to only see it as a joke, but now he can't laugh.

If you lose in the No. 7 ring, you will be embarrassed and thrown in front of the people of the city, and it may become a conversation and joke after tea and dinner for uncles and aunts in the next half a month.

It's a lot of pressure.

He secretly took a deep breath.

I have gone back and forth on the line of life and death, are you still afraid of this excitement? Xiao Maoliang is right, sooner or later there will be this experience.

Monsan snorted, walked to the side of the weapon rack, and picked out a four-foot-long mace with wooden nails, and a round hand shield.

People who are familiar with his combat methods all sighed, Monsan's not picking heavy weapons?

Xiao Maoliang said, "This guy is very smart." It doesn't match the appearance.

The thin man laughed, "He's suffered under the Broken Knife, so he's not going to use brute force blindly."

He Lingchuan also walked to the weapon rack, reached out and took off a wooden knife, checked it carefully. Well, the portion size is okay, and there are no rips.

Even in the seventh ring, the quality of the weapons is as bad as ever. Fortunately, the material of the wooden knife is okay, otherwise he is really afraid that it will break after two splits.

Both of them were wearing light leather armor, but the wooden knife was as big and powerful as Monsan, and if they didn't cheat, they might not be able to break through the defense at all, and they would even explode into sawdust.

The two sides have already fought six or seven games, and they know the roots, and there is no need to test it, Monsan's stride forward, a stick over, followed by a stomp on the ground.

Usually no one dares to take his attack hard, mostly

If you want to retreat backwards, then his kick will shake the ground, and the opponent will not be able to gain a stable footing.

As long as He Lingchuan was slightly flawed, the hand shield smashed up.

Although this kind of shield is not as powerful as a mountain shield, it is still effective when used to smash people.

However, He Lingchuan was familiar with his path and would never suffer this loss. When the mace was pulled down, he did not retreat but advanced, and suddenly accelerated, and even someone with a knife crashed into Meng San's arms!

This style is light and dexterous, and it is called "milk swallow throwing forest" in the swallow return method. Others saw an afterimage passing by, and the head of the wooden knife stabbed directly into Monsan's belly!

This time is extremely risky, if he slows down for half a second, Monsan's big stick will hit him directly in the head.

Xiao Maoliang in the audience let out a "huh", a little surprised.

He had fought Monsan head-on in the Valley, and knew that after this guy started to move, there was a strong aura around him, which could drag or delay the opponent's movements, which was also Monsan's magic weapon for dealing with dexterous enemies.

Most of the agile and flexible opponents are thin and small, and they are easily led astray by him, not only the original attack is greatly reduced, but even the body movement will be deformed, and then Monsan will let the other party know what it means to be overpowered.

However, He Lingchuan knows too much about him, after all, it is all a lesson in exchange for blood.

But no matter how strong the aura is, there will be fluctuations, he practiced the knife in the waves today, feeling the impermanence of the water but the tangible situation, at this time he keenly felt the unevenness of Monsan's aura, there is always a vacuum crack that can be used, and he cut into it from the edge.

He Lingchuan is precise, and he is also a diaphragm that picks the opponent, so that Meng Shan can feel the pain of the wild boar before.

Meng Shan was exhaling and drinking, his belly bulging, and he was poked by this blow and leaned back, so it was not uncomfortable, but the horse was firmly rooted, and he didn't even take a step back.

However, He Lingchuan didn't succeed either, the other party's belly bulged like a balloon, and he couldn't tell whether it was real qi or fat, in short, Q played very much, and the wooden knife was not easy to focus on.

At this time, he missed the floating knife so much, and Meng Shan's fat body would definitely not be able to bear the sharp tip of the knife.

It's a pity that this is the dream arena, and he can't even use the ghost shadow cicada to metamorphose-

It's too expensive!

However, almost no one noticed that the head of the knife was spitting out more than a foot of gangqi.

Monsan's backhand is a hug.

His strength is greater than that of a wild boar, and if He Lingchuan is embraced, Huang can be squeezed out. He'd seen Monsanto crush someone else's spine alive.

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