The competition began, as expected, evenly matched.

Because it is a battle of life and death, only one can end up alive, both of them tried their best, and finally the "knife split Wuyue" made the fraud successfully cut the sword of the "sword swing three mountains", seeing that it was about to win, but the result was not attentive to the excitement, and the long knife penetrated into the other party's heart at the same time was also pierced by the other party's broken sword, and both sides died together.

Sheng Taiyang performed well, this time he only vomited and did not faint, but he was dumbfounded.

"What's that?"

"Kill!" Feng Zhiping patted him on the back, took the hot handkerchief handed by Mingxiang and motioned to Uncle Sun to wipe his mouth, "It's not a way for you to vomit like this, why don't you order something to eat, so as not to vomit out your intestines later." ”

When Sheng Taiyang heard this, his face changed, and he rushed to the corner of the wall, and after a little relief, he turned back resentfully: "Don't mention the !! to eat."

Feng Zhiping was speechless, so he could only follow him, anyway, his stomach was already empty, and after watching two more games, he should be able to adapt to it.

The next few matches are the same as the previous ones, whether it is a two-person duel or a multi-person melee, the strength of the contestants is roughly the same, which fully reflects the purpose of "fairness" of Wushuang Pavilion.

Because of the blood in the field, the atmosphere of the scene was hot and hot, for these "delicate flowers" who were pampered in the Golden Nest, this scene was shocking enough, much more exciting than watching the head kill in the execution ground, but in Feng Zhiping's eyes, these so-called "fierce battles of life and death" can only be described in eight words - mediocre, uneventful.

If it weren't for every mortal, he would have fallen asleep.

There are not a few experts like him present, Zhao Wei is one of them, the whole process to see Sheng Taiyang's "face the wall" time is much more than watching the game, every time Sheng Taiyang asks for professional advice, he will disdain to prefix two words - garbage.

As a quasi-congenital, it is really not interesting to watch a group of mortal warriors and martial artists in the early and middle stages of the Yuan Dynasty, especially the earth-shattering sound of the name of some "masters", the movement is unsightly, there is no technology at all, it is completely a fight whose internal skills are deep, whose strength is greater, and who is fast, what is there to see in this "dead heart" way of fighting?

However, this is just a prelude, it is a warm-up, as the game progresses, the strength of the players on the field gradually improves, and the most intuitive embodiment is their blades - under the urging of enough strong internal force, there is finally light on the blades.

For these real masters, the format has also changed, and there is no longer just one left, just win.

Having said that, the number of deaths on the field continues to increase due to the fact that the masters are self-respecting, and driven by certain unknown interests.

In the gladiatorial arena, Zhao Wei's expression became serious, and Wang Shan did the same, but he still did not forget to secretly watch Feng Zhiping's reaction.

Feng Zhiping felt it, pretended not to know, and kept an interested smile and did not squint the whole time.

He always felt that Wang Shan's purpose of asking him to come here tonight was not simple, and he couldn't see what he had in mind at present, so he went with the flow and waited to see what happened.

After the two masters of the late Huayuan Dynasty divided the winners and losers, He Xing walked onto the stage with the same smile, congratulated the winner as usual, and then spoke loudly.

"I think everyone knows that my Wushuang Pavilion recently found an ivory tiger, this tiger demon blood is rich, the degree of atavism is very high, after my Wushuang Pavilion Shenzang Elder personally tested, it is determined that it can fight with the innate one, and the strength is equivalent to the innate martial artist in the middle stage of my human race's spiritual consciousness, so we will list it as the main axis tonight. ”

Feng Zhiping is reminiscing about the competition of Fang Cai, the two Huayuan are famous in the later period, and they are the disciples of two well-known second-rate sects on the rivers and lakes.

Hearing He Xing's words, he withdrew his thoughts and raised his head in confusion.

"This is the last one, didn't you say that Wu Nan of the Ma Shanbo family found a master to challenge the Canglang Sword?"

"Maybe it's delayed. Zhao Wei was also surprised, but more excited: "Grandma's, don't care about him, the half-demon in the middle stage of spiritual consciousness is almost the same as the real demon, and I want to decide on the tusks!"

The guests were talking, He Xing waited for a moment and raised his hand to suppress it, and said with a smile: "Comparable to the half-demon tiger in the middle stage of spiritual consciousness, none of our players present tonight can deal with it alone, so we decided to let them join forces to suppress this demon together!"

Joining forces?

Feng Zhiping frowned.

The martial artists in the middle stage of spiritual consciousness are not the ones that the martial artists of the acquired realm can compete with, not to mention that they are still half-demons with rough skin and thick flesh, and their physical strength is much higher than that of the human race, even if those who are dead are counted, a hundred or so acquired realms are not enough for people to gnaw.

It's just a death story!

"Lao He, it's boring for you to play like this, you don't have to think about the result, the ivory tiger must win!"

"That's it! Only the innate can deal with the innate one, let alone the half-demon? I heard that the ivory tiger can breathe fire and spit acid mist, how can you fight? Don't make trouble, hurry up and find a congenital to come over!"

Some people complained dissatisfiedly, and the discussion became louder and louder, and suddenly someone shouted, and wondered: "Wait, the Canglang Sword hasn't been on yet, there is him tonight, do you want the Canglang Sword to take the lead in the siege?"

"Canglang Sword is not successful! He has just broken through the innate nature, and he doesn't know if his spiritual sense is stable or not, and he is also dead to the half-demon in the middle stage of his spiritual sense!"

"Not necessarily! One-on-one is sure to die, but if someone helps, there may not be no chance of winning!"

"Well, that's true... I said Lao He, don't stretch it, give me a word, is it the Canglang Sword?"

He Xing smiled: "Yes and no. ”

"What kind of are you talking about, playing with people? Come up, I promise not to smoke you to death!"

He Xing bowed his head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, listen to me." I said yes, because Canglang Sword did come tonight, and said that it wasn't because someone wanted to challenge him, if he lost, he would naturally not be the leader, right?"

"Challenge the Canglang Sword?"

"Canglang Sword has won all forty-nine battles, and there are still people who are not afraid of death who dare to challenge him?"

"Is it innate?"

"Probably not, except for the Canglang Sword tonight, I haven't heard that there is a congenital coming!"

He Xing pressed again, cleared his throat and said loudly: "You have all watched the Canglang Sword competition, and some friends have not missed a single one, so you should know how the Canglang Sword broke through the innate realm." Martial arts is difficult, the difference between quasi-congenital and congenital is a word, but it is thousands of miles apart, some people choose to retreat and accumulate hard work, and some people choose to challenge the breakthrough on the spot, Canglang Sword Liu Chengcheng is the latter, and he is not the only one who walks this road. "Tsinghua

"Tonight, we have a total of five challengers, all of whom are quasi-congenital. Their cultivation has been stagnant for a long time, and they have come here for glory and to find an opportunity to take that otherworldly step. We have a lot of respect for them, so we will not set any rules as before, there is no need to distinguish between life and death, as long as one side loses consciousness or voluntarily admits defeat, the game can end at any time, of course, the specific result depends on their own choice. In addition, we have obtained agreement after consultation with Liu Cheng to set the format of the game as a wheel battle, so tonight's winning streak of Canglang Sword is likely to be ended, you must be careful when placing bets, and the specific odds will be told in detail by the waiters around you. ”

"Finally, on behalf of Wushuang Pavilion, I would like to thank two people, Wu Nan, the sixth son of Mashanbo's Mansion, and Lin Maofan, the thirteenth prince of Lin Guogong's Mansion. Two of the five challengers were provided by each of them, and I would like to thank them for their support, and I also thank them for their help in the two of them. ”

He Xing stroked his chest and bowed, looking solemn.

The eyes of the guests instantly focused on the two of them, Wu Nan looked proud and proud, and Lin Maofan on the opposite side was very steady, and he returned the salute with those who knew him, and he was not shocked by honor and disgrace.

Feng Zhiping's expression also became solemn, although some of the actions of the Wushuang Pavilion made him very unpleasant, such as the massacre at the beginning, but on the whole, the purpose of the Wushuang Pavilion was very similar to him - to make money, and at the same time to create opportunities for the world's martial artists, especially casual cultivators, to practice.

Making money is the primary goal, so why not if you can also create benefits for others?

Not to mention bloody, the rivers and lakes are already bloodstained, and it is even more bloody when he steps into the secret realm of the sea of clouds every day, and he faces powerful demon beasts and unknown dangers without any preparation, which makes the mortality rate of the doorless and powerless cultivators extremely high.

Wushuang Pavilion has only done half of it, the pattern is in the category of people, and his heart is even bigger, encompassing the entire sea of clouds.

Just like he said to Han Zhixing, at first, he was a beast and a half-demon, and it may not be impossible to join the true demon in the future, and even the middle-class or even top-level existence in the demon clan, as long as he has enough strength to control it, these can be realized.

Originally, he was still playing some drums, but now he is full of confidence when he sees the success of Wushuang Pavilion and the reactions of the guests and contestants present.

Why can't his "playground" be successful in a mere joking ring where blood and death are the main means?

Yes, surely!

Feng Zhiping turned his head abruptly and looked at Han Zhixing, who also happened to look at him.

The two of them looked at each other, silently spoke, and smiled at each other at the end, all without saying anything.

Wang Shan's mind was focused on Feng Zhiping, seeing him and Han Zhixing's eyebrows, his doubts rose again, and he always felt that these two people had something else to do.

Then he let go of his suspicions.

I saw Feng Zhiping calling Mingxiang Qiufeng, holding one person's waist with one hand and squeezing his eyebrows at Sheng Taiyang, while Han Zhixing was saying half-meat jokes next to him, with a stammering face, and inadvertently spit out two words between his words - Kaichun.

At the beginning of the spring of the next year, everything will recover, which represents another meaning for horse merchants - the purchase of military horses.

There are two ways to source the military horses of the imperial court, one is the royal horse farm, and the other is the horse farm foster care of the cloud castle.

For various reasons, the production of the Royal Horse Farm has not been high, so the military horses are mainly obtained through fostering, but when it is said to be fostering, it is actually buying.

Taking Dongdayuan as an example, the three major horse farms of Jiyun Castle, Feiliu Castle and Mawangzhuang are the heads, and each horse farm will provide a large number of horses for the imperial court to choose every year.

These unselected but equally excellent horses will flow into the hands of different people through various channels, such as the private army of King Zhan's Mansion and Jianhou Mansion, such as various sects, such as a lone ranger or a wealthy businessman.

Among these buyers, the private army of the Jue Mansion is undoubtedly the best choice, especially the important ministers of the Zhan Wangfu and the Feng Jiajun, whose choices can affect the next court procurement.

Therefore, Wang Shan believes that what Feng Zhiping and Han Zhixing are talking about should be the purchase of military horses in the coming year.

You must know that Feng Zhiping is Feng Moxiu's only son-in-law, and if he hurts his life, if he opens his mouth, the Red Sword Marquis will definitely not refuse, not to mention that the horses in Qiyun Castle are not bad.

And with Feng Moxiu's authoritative position, his attitude is enough to affect the attitude of the imperial court procurement officials, so it is absolutely beneficial to get through his relationship, Han Zhixing is hugging his thighs here!

Wang Shan retracted his gaze enviously, thinking in his heart, Feng Zhiping, this kid is afraid that he will make a fortune this time.

When he withdrew his gaze, a sneer crossed Feng Zhiping's eyes, and then glanced at Han Zhixing appreciatively.

To cooperate with smart people is to be comfortable, to know the elegance of the strings, and to cooperate quite tacitly.

Han Zhixing received his gaze, and the big stone in his heart was put down.

He had been secretly observing, and after learning about the real Feng Zhiping, he quickly saw that Feng Zhiping was wary of Wang Shan.

He didn't know where the vigilance came from, and he didn't want to know, he only knew that he had to hug the big tree of Feng Zhiping, with the support of the Sword Marquis Mansion, and the future of Jiyun Castle could be expected.

In the gladiatorial arena, He Xing finished his "verbosity", and called Canglang Sword and five challengers to enter.

Canglang Sword's name is Liu Cheng, perhaps because he has just entered the congenital stage, his demeanor is a little arrogant, a snow-white chivalrous shirt, his hair is not well tied up and he is draped by a river and lake ronin, his arms are wrapped around his chest, there is a dry grass in the corner of his mouth, and his body exudes a strong atmosphere of pretending.

Some people ate this set, and there were a lot of whistles and cheers in the field.

Feng Zhiping was disgusted at a glance, this person pretended to be no problem, you pretended to be all alive, with a whole wide-brimmed straw hat, wearing a "filial piety", and her hair looked like a crazy woman?

Shame on the swordsman!

Glancing at the other people, the one who carried the knife and the one who hung the sword, one of whom carried a red tassel gun, he couldn't help but think of Zhan Qianwu, shook his head and sighed.

Collecting his thoughts, he continued to look down, and he was stunned when he saw the last tall man carrying a giant heavy sword taller than ordinary people.

Rub your eyes and look again.

That's right, really that's right!

Feng Zhiping Huo Ran got up, rushed to the fence in the surprised gaze of others, and shouted loudly.

"Lao Dong !!"