He knew Xuanyuan Po.

Xuanyuan Po was also a little surprised, because he knew this petty official.

Just a few days ago in the tavern, this petty officer used to get drunk and said a lot of vicious things to him.

Seeing Xuanyuan Po, the junior official was very surprised and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Xuanyuan Po pointed to the roster on the table and said, "They said they wanted to register their names here. ”

The petty official was stunned for a moment before he reacted and said, "You want to participate in the Heavenly Selection?"

Xuanyuan Po said, "Yes. ”

The petty official laughed and said mockingly: "You wasted man also want to marry Her Royal Highness the Princess?"

Xuanyuan Po said: "I haven't thought about marrying His Highness, but I want to participate in the Heavenly Selection." ”

The petty officer said with a look of disdain: "I think you want to die." ”

There are not many contestants in this ring, and Xuanyuan Po's body is extremely burly and eye-catching, which has attracted the attention of some people, and at this time, listening to the laughter and mockery of the petty official, more people looked over. Matsucho was originally a small place, it was easy to meet acquaintances, and there were a few drinkers who often went to the tavern among the onlookers, who hurriedly walked over after seeing this scene, and were very surprised when they knew Xuanyuan Po's intention, and persuaded him to quickly dispel the idea.

"I said you're not crazy, are you?

"Didn't you hear that the Western Wilderness Dao Hall didn't send a single priest this time? It's okay that there are medical officers from the imperial court and the Council of Elders in the ring over there in Shangcheng, what if we are injured here, but no one will treat you, when the time comes, the bleeding will not stop, and you will really die!"

"Even if you are ridiculed for a few words on weekdays, why take this risk to prove yourself?"

Xuanyuan Po was silent, not responding to these concerns, and seeing this, the drinkers did not say anything more.

The little official looked at him and laughed and said, "If you have to insist on sending him to death, it's up to you, but don't cry too ugly on stage when the time comes." ”

Xuanyuan Po picked up the ink pen, wrote his name and relevant information on the list, and took a strip of cloth and tied it on his right wrist.

Time passed, and finally it was his turn to step into the ring.

Onlookers around the ring asked each other about his origins.

A deacon of the gambling house thought about the previous scene, crowded to the table and asked the official, "Do you need attention?"

The petty official sneered and said, "It's just a dishwasher, boasting that he once went to Kyoto, thinking that he is a great person." ”

One of the drinkers who had tried to stop Xuanyuan Po earlier said, "He did go to Kyoto. ”

The petty officer was very angry when he was refuted, his face turned a little red, and he shouted: "So what? Even if he used to be prestigious, now he is just a waste!"

The cool morning breeze blew away the smoke and hot mist of Matsucho, and also stirred the strips of cloth on the candidates' wrists.

Xuanyuan Po is tall, but his opponent is more burly.

The burly middle-aged man glanced at Xuanyuan's right arm, which was shrunk like a branch, and said with a look of contempt in his eyes, "I sympathize with you for meeting me at the beginning. ”

After saying this, with a very clear click, his body became even taller, like a small mountain, casting a shadow on the ring.

Looking at this scene, the onlookers around the ring were shocked, thinking to themselves, how could the people of the Xiang clan come here?

No matter what era it is, the Xiang clan is the top three clans of the demon clan, and even the most ordinary clansmen have unimaginable divine power.

It stands to reason that such a child of a big clan should go to the ring near the Imperial Palace and the castle tower, how could he come to a small place like Matsucho?

The carp deacon in charge of deciding the winner of the ring squinted slightly, and quickly figured out why.

The overseer from the Council of Elders had his eyes closed, as if he were sleeping, and it was obvious that he had known about it beforehand.

The demon court official, feeling the powerful aura exuded from the disciple of the Xiang clan, raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that this kind of strength, coupled with the secret methods of the Xiang clan, if he practiced for two years, he should be qualified to become a Red River Demon Guard, but today he came to Matsucho to compete, it seems that the plan is not small.

Thinking like this, the demon court official looked at Xuanyuan Po with a lot of complicated emotions in his gaze.

He didn't hear the previous disputes under the ring, and he didn't know where this calm young man of the bear clan came from, but he just felt that this son had obviously lost his arm, but he still came to participate in the Heavenly Election, and his courage was really commendable, but it was a pity that he met an invincible opponent at the beginning, which was really regrettable.

Xuanyuan Po didn't know what the demon court official was thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Just like he heard what his opponent said, he wouldn't care, the time was still early in the morning, the ring match was only the first game, if he wanted to go to the palace, it would take a long time, and he would have to fight many games, just like the reason he chose the ring in Matsucho, he needed to save time.

So, he didn't say anything to the other party, nor did he wait quietly and neatly for the other party to make a move like a real master, but walked directly towards the other party, and his steps looked a little hurried, so he seemed a little flustered in the eyes of the onlookers.

The contempt in the eyes of the disciple of the Xiang clan became even stronger.

Xuanyuan Po raised his fist and struck forward.

His right arm was shrunken, and his sleeve was swaying in the morning breeze.

He threw a left fist.

His fists didn't look special, they were straight, and the angle of his punches was very ordinary, and he didn't talk about any moves at all, just like smashing.

The disciple of the Xiang clan didn't expect him to make a move without any greeting, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, he let out a deep sigh, and he also punched him.

The children of the Xiang clan are as burly as a mountain, and their fists are also very large, like a boulder falling from the peak.

The giant fist broke through the air, bringing a howling wind, and there were some fragments of starlight hidden in it, which was quite amazing to look at.

In comparison, Xuanyuan Po's fist was so ordinary, without any power at all.

The two fists are getting closer and closer, and the contrast between them is becoming more stark.

The giant fist of the children of the Xiang clan made Xuanyuan's broken fist look pitiful.

Some onlookers, thinking about the tragic picture later, couldn't bear to look at it anymore and turned their heads one after another.

Xuanyuan Po didn't turn his head, his eyes didn't blink, he was still so calm, or wooden.

Was he stupid by the opponent's punches, or was he too stupid to react at all?

Some people in the ring thought so.

The petty official stood up from behind the table and stared at the scene in the ring, expecting it with malice.

The Demon Court official had been staring at the scene in the ring, and he was very sure that Xuanyuan Po was not scared stupid, nor was he unable to react, because Xuanyuan Po's breathing was not chaotic.

So he couldn't understand that since he was obviously not an opponent in terms of strength, Xuanyuan Po didn't make any other moves, and still continued to punch forward.

If not absolute self-confidence, then because of pride and dignity?

The demon court official thought like this, and suddenly admired Xuanyuan Po's courage.

Under the gaze of malice, cruelty, inpatience, or pity.

Xuanyuan Po's fist and the fist of the Xiang clan finally met.

If you look at it from the outside, these two fists are very different.

When their fists meet, it looks like a pebble falling on a boulder.

If you take into account the difference in the strength of these two fists, it is more like an egg hitting a boulder.

There was a soft bang in the ring.

There was a snap, and it really looked like an egg was broken.

Shockingly, Xuanyuan's broken fist did not shatter, nor was it shocked into the sky by the boulder like a small pebble.

His fist and the fist of the Xiang clan were tightly pressed together.

His fists looked so small, but they were so stable.

Numerous soft sounds followed in a dense manner, and then gradually became clear and deafening.

Titicaca!

It's like the cliff that fell yesterday.

Boom!

It's like the cliff falling into the Red River, shaking countless huge waves.

The air waves in the ring were loud, turning into countless violent winds, whistling up, and kicking up countless dust.

There was a look of horror in the eyes of the child of the Xiang clan, and he howled in pain and despair.

The howling wind with a terrible voice suddenly disappeared, leaving only a little lingering in the ring, driving Xuanyuan to break some empty sleeves, and then fell on the children of the Xiang clan.

The burly body like a hill gradually became shorter in these seemingly gentle winds, and then collapsed.

The child of the Xiang clan sat slumped in the ring, his right arm hanging limply, blood spilling from under his sleeve.

The snapping sound in the ring and the clicks that followed were all cracking sounds.

When his fist met Xuanyuan's fist, the first thing he touched was his finger.

So his finger bone broke.

Then, his wrist bone broke.

Then he broke his arm.

In the end, he broke his shoulder bone.

His face was unusually pale, his eyes were terrified, and his body was so wet that he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or blood or anything else.

Xuanyuan Po withdrew his fist and did not attack again.

Looking at this scene, the child of the Xiang clan knew that he had survived, and the horror in his eyes turned into confusion, and then gradually dissipated.

On the level of power that he was most proud of, he was defeated without saying anything at all.

He couldn't even think of revenge, because the power displayed by Xuanyuan Po was too powerful, too powerful to be true.

This unimaginable gap directly crushed his body and will to fight, and even crushed his spirit.

He started vomiting incessantly, throwing up all the breakfast he had eaten into the ring, and the unpleasant smell gradually overflowed.

Neither the carp deacon standing in the ring nor the two officials in charge of the supervision seemed to have smelled this smell.

The ordinary officials around the ring, as well as the onlookers, were even more speechless.

Who is this bear youth?

Why does that seemingly ordinary fist have such terrifying power?

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