Feng Zhi sat up straight, his eyes widened, stared for a moment, and leaned back with a snort.

"What kind of thing, it's like the real thing, who is it scaring about!"

Han Zhixing was stunned, and when he heard this, he said suspiciously: "Shizi, isn't he a god?"

Feng Zhiping pouted and pointed to the man's feet: "Look carefully, look at his feet." ”

Han Zhixing looked at it and finally understood it after watching it for a long time.

At first glance, the man stands in the air, but in fact, there are four almost transparent thin lines under the feet of the other party, each end is tied to a carriage, the thread is quite tough, carrying the weight of the man is not broken, slightly sinking up and down slightly, if you don't see it, you will really think that the other party is so good that you can volley in the air.

"The son of the world has good eyesight. "Han Zhixing is really complimentary, he is the one who didn't see through.

The middle-aged man called himself He Xing, the master of ceremonies tonight, judging from the reactions of other people, it should be the resident kind, and the already short opening remarks just started, and attracted a lot of boos.

"Lao He, don't grind, hurry up!"

"Every time you have this old face, every time you have this set of words, you are not tired of the master, hurry up, start the gong, the master is still waiting to win!"

He Xing was not shocked, first saluted the Quartet, and then smiled: "There are old friends tonight, and there are new friends, old friends are tired of seeing my old face, and new friends are not necessarily." Feng Sanshao, what do you say?"

Swish!

The eyes of the audience were focused.

Han Zhixing instantly became nervous, his expression stiffened, and his body tensed as if he were on a string.

Feng Zhiping crossed Erlang's legs, calmly, this noodle is much smaller than when he was in Cangshan, picked up the tea bowl and smacked it unhurriedly, spit out the tea, and said slowly: "Forget the face, if you sing "Ten Fragrances", I may be able to be fresh." ”

The people present were quiet for a moment, and burst into laughter, and Zhao Wei laughed the loudest.

"Ten Fragrances" is a well-known glamorous word, a little more elegant than "Eighteen Touch", but anyone who has mixed the hook bar basically has not heard of it, and the twilight beauties of the older age are just singing, He Xing is an old man who opens his voice, it is really unthinkable, he has to vomit.

"Who is this man? Why are you so talented?"

"Lao He called him Feng Sanshao, could it be that it was Feng Zhiping, the son of the Sword Marquis?"

"It must be, I felt like it just now! Look next to him, isn't that Sheng Taiyang, the eldest grandson of the Sheng family's fourth room, the Sheng family and the Feng family are relatives, I heard that Feng Zhiping has been living in the Sheng family since he entered Beijing, he must be right, he is Feng Zhiping!"

"What's the matter, I said that I can play like this, the rumors are true, Feng Saburo is really romantic!"

"I heard that this master has a temper, follow his father, talk more leisurely later, don't mess with the mold!"

......

The buzzing discussion was interrupted by a wry smile, He Xing's face was embarrassed, and he bowed slightly and said: "The son of the world is stumped by the old decay, although the old decay is rough and rhythmic, but "Ten Fragrances", the old decay is really unfamiliar. ”

Feng Zhiping sneered: "You can't open the Qinglou "Ten Fragrances", who believes it?"

The laughter started again, Zhao Wei jumped up and stepped on the railing and shouted: "Lao He, the third prince of Feng is here for the first time today, you can't be ashamed! Listen to me, sing! Sing well, the lord will be rewarded!"

After speaking, he took out a handful of silver tickets and twisted them into a fan to fan the wind.

"I'll reward it too!" Feng Zhiping raised a hand and shook it, "It doesn't matter if you don't know "Ten Fragrances", it's better for Young Master Ben to speak, don't pick it! "Eighteen Touch", "Eighteen Entanglement", "Acacia Bean", "West Boudoir Picks the Lantern to Explore Spring", you pick one, there is always a song you will!"

Old thing, let you call me by name, play you to death!

Feng Zhiping sneered in his heart.

He Xing smiled bitterly, and the Quartet shook again and again, got up and said: "You want to hear it, the old man will arrange it later, but the old man will sing it, forget it, don't dirty your ears, you can't sleep well at night." Okay, it's almost time, everyone sit down, listening to the music is not the purpose of your coming, the first competition is about to begin, if you want to bet on the first friend, just tell the maid around you, and the following old man will introduce the players and forms of the first gladiatorial fight below. ”

Without giving Feng Zhiping a chance to speak again, He Xing stretched out his hand and swept around: "You see, there are eight chariots here, and the first gladiatorial battle was fought by them. ”

Car battles?

Feng Zhiping lost interest in an instant.

Chariots are antiques of antiques, which were rampant in a long time, and later as small forces merged with each other and condensed into groups, large-scale formations, well-trained infantry, cavalry, and air soldiers appeared, the role of chariots was sharply reduced, and soon withdrew from the historical stage of the battlefield, and now only appears as a guard of honor, highlighting the majesty of the royal family.

Just the following eight cars, they don't need to be congenital, just find a quasi-congenital with rich practical experience to overturn them all, unless the person driving is also quasi-congenital or close to quasi-congenital.

But if you just fight it directly, what's the point of the existence of the chariot?

Not only Feng Zhiping thought so, but others were the same, and many of them were angry and scolded directly.

He Xing was not in a hurry, raised his hand to suppress it, and said loudly after the noise subsided a little: "The simple car battle is really not good-looking, don't say that you have opinions, and I am embarrassed to show my hand myself, so the form of this game will change slightly to make it more interesting." ”

As he spoke, He Xing waved his hand to the side, and the door in the direction he was facing opened again, and a bunch of people poured out of it, roughly counting about fifty or sixty.

These people are well-dressed, armed with long and short blades, and their expressions are different, some are frightened, some are ruthless, some are fanatical, and more are empty of hope.

Feng Zhiping sat up, squinting, suspicious.

Although these people are armed to the teeth, they can look at their expressions, look at the pace, look at the posture of holding the blade, how they don't look like martial artists, more like ordinary people, only a small part of them seem to have practiced a little fist and foot kung fu.

Soon, He Xing solved his confusion.

Pointing at these people, He Xing smiled and said, "They are all death row prisoners who have committed unforgivable felonies, and I have redeemed them and given them a chance, as long as they can survive this competition, they can get rid of their crimes and become good citizens again." And their opponent is these eight chariots, in order to ensure fairness, the emperor of each car is a mortal warrior who has not yet begun to transform into a yuan, and the whole process is not allowed to leave the car, the car is destroyed, people are eliminated, the time limit is a stick of incense, below, please start betting. ”

The maid next to her came over, handed over a booklet first, and then diligently introduced the handicap and odds.

Feng Zhiping listened without saying a word, slowly patting his thighs, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Although these people are all condemned prisoners, for the sake of that little hope of survival, which is almost equal to nothing, before dying, it is better to be teased by others as playthings, this kind of death is better than a knife.

Yes, he has already seen the result, these people will all die, and it is impossible to survive a stick of incense!

Don't listen to what these maids say, what special training, what famous teachers have pointed out, it's all bullshit!877 good book network

Ordinary people are completely incomparable with martial artists who have cultivated the sea of qi, no matter how low the cultivation of the martial artist is, as long as there is a sea of qi and the internal force that forms a cycle, the qualities of the martial artist will make a qualitative leap, surpassing ordinary people.

Take him as an example, he was born with a crippled nature, unable to practice internal strength, unwilling to be strict with himself since he was a child, practicing hard, relying on diligence and perseverance to adjust his body to the limit of ordinary people of his age, coupled with his father's carefully trained swordsmanship, this is the only way to dare to say that he has a trace of certainty that he can defeat the martial artist who has just become a martial artist in the sea of qi, these people are all temporarily cramming, how can they compare with him?

In addition, He Xing said that in order to ensure "fairness", the eight royal people will not get out of the car, which at first glance seems to be quite fair, giving these people a lot of hope, but in fact?

The deadliest thing is precisely these eight tanks!

The appearance of the chariot was originally for war, for the battlefield to fight, from the body to the drape on the body of the horse pulling the cart, every point of design has only one purpose - to create stronger lethality.

The chariots were eliminated because there was a stronger and better armament to replace them, not because they could not do it themselves, and there was only one way for the condemned prisoners to survive in this unobstructed gladiatorial arena, all of which were made of fine iron and heavy shields that could protect the whole body, supplemented by spears to hinder the charging of horses.

But what?

Each of these condemned prisoners held a sharp blade in his hand, but his shield was only two-sided, and both of them were light leather round shields, barely able to protect their chests.

The knife may not be able to block it, how can the thrust of the chariot and the spear of the rider be blocked?

Dead!

If there is no car, these people can still spread their strength to fight hard, run fast enough, have good endurance, and it is not that there is no possibility of dragging enough incense, but with a chariot, how can these people without internal strength run past a four-legged beast?

Therefore, it is dead, and there is no possibility of a reversal.

"Childe, do you need to place a bet?" asked the maid sweetly.

"Down. ”

The odds are very low, but the fly legs are also meat, Feng Zhiping stretched out to wipe the money bag.

"If you can keep accounts, you can just say the number. The maid smiled.

Feng Zhiping stopped, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh, how much do you remember?"

The maid smiled and said, "Old He has instructed, you can keep accounts, within 100,000 taels." ”

Feng Zhiping pouted: "Cut, how much do I think, my Sword Marquis Mansion is only worth 100,000 taels from you, it's too cheap, right?"

The maid covered her mouth and chuckled: "Look at what you said, how can we despise you." We have a rule in Wushuang Pavilion, the viscount is 5,000 taels, the earl is 10,000 taels, the marquis is 30,000 taels, and the duke is 100,000 taels, and it has been an exception to give you a quota of 100,000 taels. ”

"If you don't make an exception, it's 100,000 taels. Feng Zhiping snorted, raised his eyebrows and looked at the maid, grabbed a small hand and played with it gently, "The little mouth is very sweet, what's the name?"

The maid didn't shrink her hand, but leaned forward shortly, her head hanging slightly shy: "The slave family is fragrant, the son is willing, you can call the slave family Xiang'er." ”

"There are too many fragrant children, I know not a hundred or eighty fragrant children, just Mingxiang. Feng Zhiping scratched Mingxiang's nose and looked at the other baby-faced maid, "What about you?"

The doll blushed and said shyly: "Slave Qiufeng." ”

"Autumn... Autumn Wind?" Feng Zhiping was stunned, and the lightning shot Qiu Feng's buttocks, "I'm going to fight the autumn wind?"

Qiu Feng snorted and covered it with his backhand, his face flushed and dripping blood: "No, it's not the wind, it's the maple of the maple forest, the son made a mistake!"

Feng Zhiping winked playfully: "Yes, Lin wants to be quiet and the wind doesn't stop, isn't it the 'wind'!"

Qiu Feng was dumbfounded, and stomped his feet in shame: "Childe is so bad!"

What's the matter, this demeanor, this reaction, which is the Qinglou woman, a girl next door!

It's definitely the handiwork of You Jinglian!

Feng Zhiping secretly thought, feeling that the play was almost over, and the impression that should have been left was left, so he let go of Mingxiang's hand "reluctantly", raised his hand to his nose and sniffed, and said: "One hundred thousand taels is one hundred thousand taels, a little gamble, you two little beauties have opened their mouths again, I don't make a little commission It's not appropriate, then 10,000, press the chariot to win." ”

The second daughter responded glutinously, Qiu Feng took a pen to record, and Mingxiang asked with watery eyes: "Childe, the odds you pressed are too low, and you can only get two hundred taels if you win, do you want to think about it again and be a little bolder?"

"How bold? as bold as my eyes?"

Feng Zhiping stared at Ming Xiang's chest viciously, retracted his gaze after covering Ming Xiang's chest in shame slightly, and said with a light smile: "It's all said that it's a small bet, I'm a timid person, just join in the fun." Oh, I almost forgot, would you like to do something?"

Feng Zhiping turned his head to look at Han Zhixing.

Han Zhixing groaned for a moment and said with a smile: "Then I will press it with you, and it will be 10,000." ”

After speaking, he took out the silver ticket and handed it over.

Mingxiang was slightly disappointed, and then swept away, and took Qiu Feng Yingying to worship, and the lotus step returned to its original position.

After the two retreated, Han Zhixing asked, "The prince is not optimistic about those death row prisoners?"

Feng Zhiping squinted: "Ordinary people to martial artists, you don't really think that people have more miracles, right?"

"Of course not. Han Zhixing waved his hand and asked, "Since you have won steadily, why don't you press 100,000 yuan? Is the income of 200 taels too little?"

Feng Zhiping was speechless, and was about to open his mouth, when he suddenly thought of something, and became suspicious.

"You, you're testing me?"

Han Zhixing was taken aback, and hurriedly shook his head: "How dare you!"

"Come on, I'm not stupid!" Feng Zhiping glared at him and said dissatisfiedly, "I said, I like to be direct, let's talk don't beat around the bush, I'm tired!

Without giving Han Zhixing a chance to talk back, Feng Zhi said flatly: "The plate belongs to other people, people want to play how they want, I came for the first time, and the first time I pressed it all, what should I do if I let people design it?" 100,000 taels is not much, but you can give me a dismount, I was stupid to give them this opportunity." 10,000 taels is not too much and no less, the 200 taels earned are just a few days away to drink tea, oh, you still have 200 taels, get together a piece, and we can still have a good meal. ”

"The son of the world is Mingjian, and the villain admires. Han Zhixing arched his hand, covered in cold sweat.

Gambling shows character, gambling style sees people's hearts, he does have a little temptation, who knows that the other party is so sensitive, he can see through it at a glance.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really doubted whether the person in front of him was Feng Zhiping, how could it be so different from the rumors?

Except for the fact that it's true to be lustful, there is no other sticker!