The young man in the ring looked at the opponent who fell to the ground, his mouth hooked up a wanton smile, his expression was very arrogant, and he beckoned, and a yellow-robed eunuch immediately walked up.

Seeing that the yellow-robed eunuch nodded to the young man, but ignored the deceased, Yan Yunbei's face was gloomy, and when he turned his head to look at Wei Zhongyuan, there was uncontrollable anger in his sharp eyes: "You!"

"Who in the world doesn't know that the competition has always been pointed, and Ling Lang blatantly killed his opponent in the ring, which is said to have touched the ban on Dabi. And the opponent has already lost, but Ling Lang is still chasing after him, which is a lack of martial virtue. Such a person who ignores the king's law and loses all his martial virtues, even if he is the first in this big competition, what use does the court want him!"

Wei Zhongyuan was suppressed by Yan Yunbei's fierce eyes, he had never seen Yan Yunbei so angry, he only felt that Yan Yunbei's eyes were full of murder when he looked at him.

Facing Yan Yunbei's gaze, Wei Zhongyuan, who was originally quite proud, was a little lacking in confidence in a blink of an eye: "General Yan, how can you say this." Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, and the dog may not grasp the strength well, and he will hurt people if he is not careful......"

After speaking, Wei Zhongyuan turned around and whispered a few words to the servant, and stopped making a sound.

After listening to the servant's instructions, the arrogant young man in the ring looked up at Yan Yunbei in the high pavilion, and a smile flashed on his lips.

In the next few competitions, the young man gradually reined in his anger, although there was no more death, but the opponent was not far from death.

On the high pavilion, Yan Yunbei's eyebrows were still furrowed, and his gaze turned to the southeast.

"Ice and snow!" After Zi Ruo walked into the martial arts arena, he saw the ice and snow who was already sitting on the seat, and immediately walked over.

Bing Xue thought of Ziruo's concern in the past few days, and looked at Ziruo with a warm smile in her eyes: "Ziruo." ”

Zi Ruo approached Bing Xue, caught a glimpse of Bing Xue's hand holding the silver sword, the black eyes in his eyes rolled, the expression on his face suddenly became serious, and a pair of eyes looked at Bing Xue and nodded.

Ziruo pretended to be high and old-fashioned: "This donor, I see that your heavenly court is full, your jaw is round, and your hall is red. At a glance, there is a talent that has passed through the heavens and latitudes, and today's martial arts competition will definitely be a problem! To be able to calculate a hexagram for the donor is really a blessing for three lives!"

Bing Xue didn't feel that her lips rose slightly, and she smiled.

Zi Ruo blinked, and she couldn't help but laugh, and sat down next to Bing Xue.

At this moment, a cheer came, and the two looked at each other.

In the ring, a sturdy middle-aged man in a gray shirt held a mace in his hand, and the wolf-tooth-shaped iron nails on the head of the stick were bubbling with cold light.

The middle-aged man's eyes stared at his opponent's every move like a wolf, and with a turn of the mace in his hand, he instantly rushed towards the opponent, and the powerful attack brought a burst of wind in the air, which made the opponent frightened, and hurriedly turned over to dodge.

Who knows, the middle-aged man seemed to have expected that the opponent would avoid it, so he even kept his back hand.

As the middle-aged man exerted force at his feet, his strong body jumped high violently, and the iron nails on the mace quickly caught up with the opponent.

Hearing a scream, the opponent was directly swept out of the ring, vomiting blood, his abdomen was bleeding like a pour, and in a blink of an eye, his clothes were dyed red.

The middle-aged man stood in the ring and looked down at the losers in the ring, and the bloody mace was even more terrifying under the sunlight.

The middle-aged man swept towards the player's seat with a bit of bloodlust in his eyes, waved his mace, pointed at the opponent who had fallen to the ground for a long time, and looked at the crowd on the player's seat: "If anyone dares to go against me, this is the end!"

Zi Ruo stomped his feet angrily: "This person is really vicious, it's just a competition, and he actually seriously injured the opponent like this!

Bing Xue's eyes were slightly dark, and he slowly spoke: "As long as you don't kill people, you will be counted as the end." ”

Hearing this, Zi Ruo angrily grabbed the purple soft whip tied around her waist, and when she saw the arrogant appearance of the person on the stage, she couldn't wait to go up and compete with him in person. Just thinking about it, this person's martial arts skills are too profound, and even if she goes up, she has little chance of winning.

Zi Ruo slowly lowered her hand, carefully looked at the situation in the ring, and tightened the corners of her clothes with both hands.

The middle-aged man in the ring was still standing with a mace, and when he saw that no one had come on stage for a long time, he couldn't help laughing.

The comer, dressed in dark green clothes, had a huge body and an ugly scar on his face, and when he landed on the ring, the whole ring shook.

"It's Nancheng Zhao Yong!" exclaimed someone in the audience.

"But the being who dominates the entire Southern City with only one plate axe?"

"Not bad!"

The sound below was not small, and the contestants in the contestant seat heard the audience's discussion clearly, and then looked at the challengers in the ring, and their expressions became slightly respectful.

Nancheng can be called the most gathering place for martial arts and strong people in the Great Jin Dynasty, and it is already the dragon and phoenix among people who can dominate one side, let alone in Nancheng.

Bing Xue looked at the two people on the competition platform with a little deep thought in her eyes.

The strength of the two people in the ring is equal, they are both named in the world's martial arts, and they really want to compete, and no one can tell who will win until the end.

"Gotta win. Ziruo looked ahead without blinking. Whoever made that man so hateful!

"The contest begins!" the yellow-robed eunuch finished speaking and retreated.

The two looked at each other on the stage, and the middle-aged man rushed towards Zhao Yong with a mace, his fierce gaze firmly locked on the opponent.

Zhao Yong, who was standing opposite, turned, and the blade of the axe in his hand rotated, and he hit the ground with one kick backwards, and also rushed towards the middle-aged man.

There was a sonorous collision, and the plate axe and mace collided, making a burst of weapon groans, and the two figures immediately mixed together.

There was another sound of sharp blades, and the plate axe and mace were violently separated, and the two of them couldn't help but take a step back with the weapons in their hands under the impact of the majestic force.

The two weapons were trembling, the middle-aged man looked down at the tiger's mouth, and it could be seen that there was faint bloodshot, and a trace of calculation flashed in the eyes of Zhao Yong, and he ran towards Zhao Yong again.

On the other side, Zhao Yong raised his hand to wipe away the blood flowing from his mouth, the scar on his face became even more fierce, and he clenched the handle of the plate axe in his hand again, the knife flashed, and the two of them fought without letting anyone.

Suddenly, Zhao Yong stopped, bent his left leg, and knelt down like this.

Everyone's hearts instantly tightened, and under everyone's gaze, the mace that followed with a biting chill smashed into Zhao Yong's arm holding the board axe.

"Bang dang!"

The plate axe fell to the ground, and Zhao Yong screamed so miserably that the people gathered around the other rings watched one after another, the mace was pulled out of the flesh, and the blood that had been coagulated on the iron nail came alive again.

"My hand!" Zhao Yong held his left arm with his right hand, and his left hand tried to move several times but failed, looking at the middle-aged man's eyes with hatred.

"After today, I am afraid that his hand will be destroyed. ”

"Yes, this hand is useless, and this person is also useless. ”

The audience was full of discussions, Bing Xue's eyebrows sitting in the player's seat were slightly wrinkled, and Zhao Yong's left knee was suddenly bent, as if he had been attacked in the dark.

“...... How could this be?" Zi Ruo couldn't help but be puzzled when she saw that this was the result, this situation happened too suddenly.

The two of them are obviously almost the same, and she is still waiting to take a good look at how this hateful person was destroyed by his prestige, and how suddenly the style of painting turned into a suppression.

The ice and snow eyes swept over the other hand of the middle-aged man on the martial arts stage, and said, "It's a hidden weapon." ”

"Where's his secret weapon? I don't see it. Ziruo carefully looked the middle-aged man up and down, but still didn't find it.

Look at his right hand. ”

Zi Ruo looked over according to his words, the middle-aged man's right hand was slightly curled, as if he wanted to hide something, and a subtle silver light could be seen through his fingers, and he really couldn't see it if he didn't look carefully.

"It's a silver needle!" Zi Ruo reacted, and the answer blurted out, and the voice was not small, so that many people heard it, but no one thought much about it.

The middle-aged man who was about to turn around stopped, and looked over with a pair of eyes, with vicious killing intent in his eyes.

Being intimidated for the first time, Zi Ruo was stunned for a moment, and sat on the seat at a loss.

At this moment, a hand holding a silver sword stretched out, and the slender arm was horizontally in front of Zi Ruo, Zi Ruo turned her eyes, Bing Xue looked at the man coldly with a pair of phoenix eyes, and stretched out one hand to defend Zi Ruo.

The man's gaze also turned to the ice and snow, as if he knew that the ice and snow were extraordinary, and he glanced at the ice and snow meaningfully, and turned around.

"Ice and snow, thank you. Ziruo seemed to be the aftermath of the catastrophe, her two hands gradually loosened the corners of her folded clothes, and her eyes were full of sincere gratitude when she looked at the ice and snow.

Bing Xue smiled faintly: "You have done a lot for me in the past few days, you don't have to be polite with me." ”

Zi Ruo nodded seriously, thinking of Fang Cai's scene, she only felt a chill on her back, and felt that she was really out of style, and her hands couldn't help but clench into fists and said: "I will definitely practice diligently in the future, so that this girl will not be afraid of him at that time." ”

Bing Xue bowed slightly, and misfortune lurked, after this incident, Ziruo might be able to improve his martial arts level as soon as possible.

As he spoke, several screams rang out one after another, attracting the attention of the two for a while.

On the stage. The middle-aged man defeated the opponent like a crusher, and when he met the weak, he would be hard, and when he met the strong, he would use a hidden weapon, and after a while, the iron nail of the mace in his hand tasted the opponent's blood.

The fourth opponent has been defeated and carried off the stage, the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth raised a smug smile, to the fifth, when he defeats this fifth opponent, he can successfully enter the finals of the big competition!

The middle-aged man's eyes swept to the contestants' seats, becoming more and more ruthless, as if to tell the rest of the contestants that if anyone dares to come up, he will not be soft!

"Who else dares to come up!"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind sounded, and a white figure swept onto the competition platform.

When Ziruo turned her head, she found that there was no one around her, and when she saw the person standing on the stage, she couldn't help but say, "Ice and snow!"