There are fewer and fewer young martial artists left in the martial arts arena, but there are more and more ordinary people watching inside and out.

For the people in Chang'an City, the triennial martial arts meeting can be regarded as an alternative pastime, not to mention who doesn't like to watch these talented teenagers and girls fight for their lives in this small ring?

Dressed in a clean military uniform that his subordinates had forcibly washed with him, Lao Wang stood aside with a weed randomly pulled from the side of the road in his mouth.

Although among all the Chang'an Division Wuhou who was present to preside over the affairs of the Martial Arts Society, he was the highest in terms of seniority and position in the Chang'an Division, as well as his own cultivation, he had always been accustomed to being the shopkeeper, and he still habitually stayed in places that were not very noticeable.

Seeing that there was only a short time left before the official start of this round, his mind was completely focused on how to steal the old king on the fragrant meatloaf that Devonina had just bought, but a transmission suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Lord Wang, why did Brother Li disappear for three days and not appear?"

Lao Wang didn't need to turn his head, but he remembered as soon as he heard it, this was the offspring he met in the inn and was very good at talking, so he could only forcibly hold back the sentence "Lao Tzu knows", but he didn't want to tell the truth completely, but said vaguely: "Don't worry, he won't let him miss this round of martial arts." ”

Although he said so, he actually beat the drum in his heart, after all, he didn't know much about the mysterious Yuan Lao in the arsenal, and the only understanding was nothing more than strength, and it was very strong, he estimated in his heart that he might have surpassed the divine realm of Yipin, because in the hands of the other party, he didn't say anything about resistance, even if he said a word, he had to muster up courage.

If Yuan Lao really takes a fancy to this junior and wants to accept him as a disciple or something, then what martial arts meeting does he need to participate, after all, his qualifications are older than the current Master Wudu of Chang'an, who does he want to let in, and someone dares to say a word?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stretch out a hand and cover his forehead, feeling a little headache.

Can't let the people of the Yang Mansion win the martial arts, and then justifiably set foot in the military department, it is the result of the mutual agreement between the Chang'an Division and the big people behind it, if Li Qingchen doesn't come now, do you have to re-select the person who challenges the dragon, but is it too late now?

Lao Wang secretly thought, what if he didn't want to?

That kid is not only good in strength, but also has indeed formed a bond with the Yang Mansion, plus he is a brainless person, he looks much easier to deceive than Li Qingchen's stinky boy, at least, he shouldn't use a Heavenly True Scripture and a Xuanpin Law as a condition, right?

However, when Shen Jianxin heard Lao Wang's answer, he still didn't give up and said: "Lord Wang, what did you do when you took Brother Li to Chang'an Division, there has been no news for three days, and he hasn't come over until now, what should I do when it's Brother Li's turn to play?"

Lao Wang was a little upset when he was asked, and his tone became a little cold and responded: "You don't have to worry about it, our Chang'an Division will arrange it." ”

Shen Jianxin pursed his lips, knowing that even if he continued to ask, there would be no result, so he had to forcibly press the idea of continuing to ask, and turned his head to look around, hoping to see Li Qingchen's figure rushing towards the martial arts arena, but unfortunately he still couldn't see it.

At this moment, on both sides of the martial arts arena, two red-clothed wrestlers stepped forward and beat the war drums, which represented that the time had come.

Lao Wang was reluctant to come forward, and the others basically had the same idea, so he could only let Pei Min do it for him, he flew forward with his sword, hugged his fist, and said loudly: "The fifth round of martial arts exercises of the Daluo Martial Arts Association has officially begun, I wish you, Wuyun Longchang!"

As soon as the words fell, this time it was the turn of the blonde girl to go to the ring, as the referee of this match, and announce the battle list.

In this round, there is no situation where several games are held at the same time, and the next game is all after one game is over, and then the next game will start, which is not only to drag time for Li Qingchen to come, but also a rule all along.

Devonina spoke with an authentic Chang'an accent and said in a loud voice: "Jiazi, the first game, no heart, battle, Yazaemon, both sides enter!"

Wuxin, who was called by name, still looked unhurried, step by step, and walked steadily on the stage, while the Fuso warrior named Yazaemon jumped directly from the bottom of the stage early, standing in the center of the ring with his hands behind his back, waiting with a smile.

Although the task fell on her head, Devonina was actually not interested in hosting any martial arts, after calling her name, she glanced at it and saw that Lao Wang was secretly wiping her mouth, and she was in a hurry, so she quickly put down a "start", and stomped her foot lightly and left the ring.

As soon as the words fell, while Devonina's figure was still in the middle of the two sides and had not completely left the ring, Yazaemon, who had been smiling and smiling behind his back and seemed to be extremely friendly, suddenly turned cold, burst out with murderous energy, held a dagger, and stabbed forward.

Wrapped in true anger, go all out, this shot is an absolute killer move!

Yang Si, who was watching the game from the sidelines, looked at the situation on the stage and couldn't help nodding secretly.

This Yazaemon is naturally the helper he found on behalf of the Yang Mansion.

In order to complete the task assigned by the father-in-law and take the position of Wu Kui steadily, this not only requires the four of them to pass the test all the way and go hand in hand, but also the dark chess behind this is indispensable, especially for those masters who may threaten their own side, they can't let it go, at first it is just to intimidate and buy, but if the purchase fails, it is a straightforward assassination, even if they give up the lives of several righteous brothers, and if it doesn't even succeed, it will be the turn of this situation.

This Yazaemon is just eighteen years old, although he is only a cultivation of the fifth grade, and even the cultivation of the mastery can only be said to be an ordinary mystical product, but there is one thing, that is, with the blessing of a secret technique, he can burst out in an instant with the strength of a person who can threaten the cultivation of the fifth grade and even the fourth grade.

Of course, there is no small price.

What made Yang Si even more satisfied was that as a martial artist from a family of Fuso assassins, even in this disciplined martial arts arena, he still managed to find an excellent assassination opportunity.

At the moment when Devonina, who was stuck between the two, dodged away, taking advantage of the inconvenience of the other party's vision, a dagger had quietly come to Wuxin.

The dagger, the ancestor of the sword, is the most dangerous, and at the same time the most lethal is also the strongest weapon, and the way of the assassin is also the most consistent with the dagger.

Although the unintentional reaction on the other side was fast, it was still slow for a moment.

Yes, Wuxin is indeed very good at sensing the killing machines around him, but as an assassin, what the other party is best at is to hide his killing intent, once he puts away the killing machine, he can be as unnoticeable as a stone on the side of the road, and the masters of his clan can even pass by the other party at night without alarming the other party.

Bingzu once said, "Its speed is like the wind, its Xu is like a forest, the invasion is like fire, and it is not moving like a mountain", this is the core martial arts of these Fusang warriors.

Usually not moving, the killing intent is restrained, this move, is to attack with all his strength, a body of true qi, poured out without reservation, wrapped in this most ordinary dagger, and stabbed at the vital point of the heartless heart with all its might.

It's simple and direct, but because of this, the power of this move is instantly pushed to the extreme.

Seeing that the dagger was coming, he didn't need to think about it at all, or in his battle, he didn't think about it in the first place, and all his actions were instinctive.

Turning sideways slightly, the dagger fell, and the sharp true qi on it instantly broke through the thick but completely disorganized true qi blockade in his body, pierced his lungs, and twisted fiercely, at the same time, Wuxin had no expression on his face, as if he didn't feel the slightest pain, and firmly grasped the opponent's throat with one hand.

But at this critical moment, Yazaemon suddenly shook off the dagger he was holding, and then shouted in a fluent Daluo official dialect: "I admit defeat!"

As if he hadn't heard it, his hand still grabbed Yazaemon's throat, as if he had made up his mind to kill the other party.

At this moment, even Yang Si outside the arena was holding his breath, and at the same time couldn't help but shout frantically in his heart!

It's done!

In any case, in short, it is enough to successfully seriously injure this kid, and the scene that happened in front of him is his other calculation, that is, if the other party is angry, after Yazaemon has already shouted "admit defeat", he still wants to attack him regardless of it, that is to violate the most basic rules of the martial arts society, and then they will be forced to withdraw from the game without intention, and their Yang Mansion can eradicate a tricky enemy without much effort.

And when Wuxin's hand successfully grabbed Yazaemon's throat, the latter was also calmly ready to die, thinking that he would come to the Daluo Dynasty to meet the Central Plains Emperor with the large team of the Fuso Mission, in order to be able to stand out by virtue of his strength in the martial arts meeting, so that the Daluo court could see their value and support them in the war with Goguryeo, and now that the Yang Mansion had agreed to their conditions, it would be okay for him to die.

For them, the Fusang warriors, it is extremely honorable to die like this, and his entire family will be treated favorably because of this, which is worth it!

It's just that the next moment, Wuxin's hand can't move.

Pei Min held his wrist tightly, turned his head to look at him, and said in a deep voice: "Enough!"

But at this moment, no one expected that Yazaemon, who had already admitted defeat, suddenly kicked his leg violently, and kicked desperately on the handle of the dagger that was still inserted in Wuxin's chest.

Inside and outside the field, there was an uproar.

Suddenly suffering this heavy blow, Wuxin's eyes that were originally cold and lonely like ice fields and mountains, there was a rare anger, he did not retreat but advanced, and was about to directly twist the other party's neck, but he didn't want to be dark in front of him, and he fell down at once.

In an instant, Lao Wang, who successfully moved from the edge of the stage of the martial arts arena to this side, held Wuxin, who had been knocked out by him, in one hand, and grabbed Yazaemon's head in the other, and the latter felt an unprecedented horror in his heart, and quickly struggled and shouted.

"I'm throwing in the towel! I'm throwing in the towel! Let me go!"

He is indeed not afraid of death, but since the task has been completed, there is no need for him to die meaninglessly, after all, it is good to be alive.

Yang Si saw this scene below, and did not come out, because in his opinion, this is just a transaction, he does not need to take any responsibility for the other party's life, and it is just an insignificant Fusang martial artist, Yazaemon has done something wrong in front of everyone, and now standing up for him will only make the reputation of the Yang Mansion stink in Chang'an, which is really worth the loss.

Pei Min grabbed Lao Wang's shoulder tightly with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "Forget it, take him to heal first." ”

Although it was Yazaemon who took the initiative to break the rules, but according to the regulations, he had to be brought back to the Chang'an Division to be punished, not to mention that Yazaemon's identity was also a little unusual, in the end, it was a person from the Fuso Mission, and if he wanted to deal with him, even the Chang'an Division needed to file with the embassy first.

Lao Wang let go of his hand, and Pei Min secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He knows Lao Wang's temperament best, once this person goes crazy, he won't care about any rules or unruliness, and if Lao Wang really makes up his mind what he wants to do, there are really few people present who can stop him, and he Pei Min naturally can't either.

Seeing that this Chang'an Siwuhou had let go of himself, Yazaemon on this side also showed the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and was about to leave the arena with his fists in his hands, when suddenly a spearman soul flew out from behind Lao Wang, and also penetrated Yazaemon's chest from the front, and then flew out directly with him, nailed to the wall of the martial arts arena next to him.