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"Just now you talked about Huangya Darts, but they thought we had them, so they started our idea. For our safety, from now on, don't shout Huang Ya Darts anymore, or we will be torn to pieces by them like clothes!"

"I'm sorry, Brother Yifan, I almost got into trouble again just now!" Huya's heart flashed with a trace of guilt, and he slowly lowered his head.

Zhuo Yifan patted the little monk Huya on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's okay, don't blame those who don't know, don't feel guilty, let's move forward!"

So the two of them walked forward for a while, and suddenly heard a noise of gongs and drums in front of them, and the people from outside the city gate were rushing towards the center of the market like a tide, and it was obvious that something big had happened in front of them.

Zhuo Yifan turned his head and shouted to stop someone, and after giving a salute, he asked, "Hey, dare to ask this big brother, you all ran ahead, did something happen in front?"

The man glanced at Zhuo Yifan, didn't bother to stop, and only left a sentence, saying, "It's time to take the Huangya dart!"

After speaking, the person had already run out of dozens of feet.

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, his face suddenly became happy, and he whispered in the little monk's ear: "Huya, let's hurry up and have a look!

After speaking, Zhuo Yifan pulled the tiger teeth and ran forward.

......

Because of the crowd, it was very crowded, but it took a long time to walk a short distance. Finally came out of the crowd, and the two turned to the right side of the market, and they came to an open space like a martial arts training ground, but at this time it was almost full of people.

"Wow! Why are there so many people! That's too many!"

Zhuo Yifan and Huya kept squeezing in, after all, the more they went inside, the clearer they could see.

There were several rings here, neatly arranged like tables in a gambling house, and on each ring, a man dressed in black was standing.

These men in black are similar to those in front of the city gates, the similarity is that they are all dressed in black, and the difference is the outfit of their heads.

The people in front of the city gate wore black robes with black hats, they wore hats, and their faces were covered with black scarves, while the people standing in the ring did not wear black hats, and their faces were not covered with black scarves, but masks of different colors.

Zhuo Yifan swept over them in surprise and secretly counted them, there were five rings.

"This brother, we are here from the side, I don't know what the people in the ring do?" Zhuo Yifan asked very politely to a young man next to him.

In order not to hit a wall like the first time, Zhuo Yifan used the pretense that he was not a local, so as to lower the other party's vigilance.

The young man who was asked was straight, his eyes were like torches, and a plum blossom gun stood in front of him.

The shiny spear head, glowing with cold light in the sun, and the red tassels hanging under the spear head, as if stained red by blood, complement each other, making people shudder.

He gripped the barrel of the gun in his right hand, his eyes fixed on the masked man in black on the table.

Hearing Zhuo Yifan's question, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

"Why don't you talk and dress like you?"

Zhuo Yifan's heart couldn't help but be shocked, and he hurriedly suppressed his voice, learned the way the people of Biansai spoke, and said softly: "We are indeed from Biansai, this is not to follow the customs of the countryside and learn the dialect of Weicheng!"

Fortunately, the Bodhi Temple is in the border stopper, and there are many border stoppers there, otherwise I really don't know how to end it.

The man didn't speak, glanced at the little monk with tiger teeth again, and said, "You don't look like a Biansai person, but this little monk does!"

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he couldn't help but admire this young man in his heart, although he had been plugged on the side for a long time, but the natural Central Plains breath still did not escape his eyes, and the little monk Huya grew up in Bodhi Temple since he was a child, but he saw it at a glance.

"Huh...... This big brother, you are so powerful, in fact, I haven't lived in the side for long, you can see this. Admire, admire!"

The young man did not answer him, and his eyes turned to the ring again.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yifan knew that he was out of play, so he glanced at Huya.

However, a voice came from beside him in front of him, "These black-clothed people with masks were sent by the old man Huangya to distribute Huangya darts, and they are called trial people. ”

The voice came from the young man with the plum blossom gun.

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he looked at the young man, and saw that his eyes were staring ahead, his mouth was only trembling slightly, and his weak voice was like a mosquito fly.

"Try it out!"

Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but follow, he seemed to have heard these three words somewhere.

He thought for a while, patted his head, and suddenly realized: "The third senior brother said!"

When the young man heard the sound of slapping his head, he glanced sideways at Zhuo Yifan, looking very alert.

"Huh...... I'm sorry!" Zhuo Yifan immediately said with a smile on his face.

The young man withdrew his gaze and continued to stare at the masked man in black above.

"Boom ......"

There was a knock, and a man walked from the stage. The man was dressed almost identically to the man in black in the ring, with the only difference being that he had a red neckline and a red order flag in his hand.

He waved the command flag in his hand and shouted loudly: "Heroes, the Huangya Dart Competition is now officially started!"

As the flag was waved, the black men wearing masks all walked up, and the weapons in their hands lit up, and they made a challenging posture downward.

Seeing this, everyone suddenly fell silent, as if they were a little afraid of the masked man in black, and they didn't dare to be the first to go up and challenge.

It lasted for a while, and the people under the ring looked up at the people in the ring, and the people in the ring glared angrily at the people under the ring, so they were not embarrassed.

Just when everyone was still wondering who would be the first to break the deadlock, a voice shouted: "Let me storm plum blossom marksmanship, come to the first challenge!"

This person is the young man with the plum blossom gun in front of him.

"Brother Chen, be careful!" the man in a gray shirt on the left side of the young man hugged his fists.

The young man nodded to him, and with a raise of his spear, he jumped into the ring.

Standing in the ring, only two steps apart, the two saluted each other before slowly stepping back.

Just when everyone thought that they would continue to retreat, the situation changed abruptly, and they saw the two of them carrying their respective weapons, shouting angrily and rushing towards each other, and they started fighting.

The young man's spear flung out horizontally, and the spinning head of the spear was like a pear blossom with rain, accompanied by a whistling sound, and followed.

"Good marksmanship! good marksmanship!"

Zhuo Yifan under the ring waved his hands, his eyebrows stared at the young man, and his expression was very admiring.

Huya threw his gaze at him and smiled: "Brother Yifan, you also know marksmanship, it's really amazing!" (To be continued.) )