On the supreme stand, Yan Zhu was like a fish with a bone as soon as he touched the chair, sitting lazily and recliningly, with his slender jade hands supporting his chin, as if he was not looking, with his eyes half-open, facing the competition platform.

To be honest, there are few Yanzhu who is not majestic like now, she has a heroic spirit that ordinary beautiful women do not have, extraordinary and unforgettable. However, even if she gave birth to this amazing good skin, no one dared to look at her more, let alone love her, but I heard that she had a relationship, and the other party was also the young master of a clan, and the result was ...... Because of a very small thing, Yanzhu cut off the person's head with her own hands.

Perhaps since that day, the eldest princess has long been disgusted with the love between men and women, and now she is so powerful that she has never heard of anyone she has associated.

Not far from Yanzhu, Duojiao sat on the king's chair for the whole afternoon, in contrast, she sat with her hands on the armrests, sitting upright, facing forward, full of ladylike style.

But judging from the current battle situation, her right index finger has been tapping on the handrail at a characteristic frequency, and she doesn't seem to be worried about Wuya's safety.

This kind of small action naturally can't escape Yanzhu's eyes.

"I heard that the kid is Jiao'er's senior brother?" Yan Zhu was bored, and suddenly asked with a lazy smile.

"Yes, Auntie. Duo Jiao replied lightly.

"Yes, it looks like twenty-one or two. Yanzhu said deliberately.

"Huh. Duo Jiao suddenly covered her mouth and smiled: "Senior brother is only three or four years older than me, but he is a man, his hair is still so fiery red, and his bones are thick, so he doesn't look like a teenager." ”

Yan Zhu felt rare pity when he heard this, and said, "This is also hard for him, if it weren't for the Han Dynasty to make this big event, there is no need for him to fight hard for a chance on this...... Then Jiao'er, tell me, between Tong Mu and your senior brother, who will win?"

"Hmm......" Duo Jiao pouted and thought for a moment and said, "It must be a paulownia tree." ”

Yan Zhu was a little surprised to answer like this, and said with a smile: "Why, I have so little confidence in your senior brother?"

"Before the senior brother entered the palace...... There is no one to teach, and I have been relying on my old foundation to practice, and I haven't seen him all these years, and I miss him very much. Shaoli had asked those five masters to teach, and with Xiyun's guidance, he was able to advance by leaps and bounds. However, freezing three feet is not a day's cold, his foundation is weak, and it is just a coincidence that he can be shortlisted this time. As for this paulownia cloth, his father was re-elected for two consecutive terms. ”

Looking at her niece's serious analysis, Yanzhu laughed twice and shook her head helplessly, reminding: "Jiao'er, you just said this, you have always been the senior brother, and the senior brother is short......."

Duo Jiao pursed her lips and smiled.

"Of course I hope that my brother wins this game!"

Yan Zhu asked solemnly, "Then Shaoli fights against your senior brother, who do you want to win?"

Duo Jiao suddenly realized that the eldest princess had something to say, but fortunately she left a trace of vigilance, so she said without thinking, "Under the world, blood relatives are the most. Shaoli is my own brother, and I hope he is the biggest hero. Just like between me and my aunt, between Shaoli and my aunt, they are all blood relatives, close relatives, and this cannot be changed. ”

While speaking, Duo Jiao nodded thoughtfully, but in fact, deep down she was the opposite.

This Yanzhu is his father's revenge, and he was so cruel to himself when he was young, and now he is even more in trouble. Besides, if you compare it with Wuya, who is closer to you, you don't have to think about it, it must be more intimate Wuya.

After hearing this, Yanzhu was a little silent for some reason, and finally sighed, "That's right, that's right." Having said that, his eyes kept glancing at Duo Jiao's delicate face, and he didn't let go for a long time.

"It's a little fox!"

The thought flashed through Yanzhu's heart.

......

Facing the swiftly approaching slash of the paulownia tree, Wuya smiled.

He lifted his spear and poked the ground, jumped up from the ground with the spear and rushed to the paulownia tree, his body jumped into the air and pulled out the spear, and the spear slashed out like a knife. The body of the spear infused with Yuanyang's pure power was as bright as the sun, and the momentum was surging and intense.

Like the first type of dragon shooting-rampant against the dragon!

The gun and the knife collided again.

Bang!

The slender scimitar burst out with unimaginable power, and the power of Yuan Yang in the spear also exploded at the same time, and the two forces collided again, turning into a wave of wind and blowing outward. But the two of them didn't stop there, the stalemate was still there, and the wind and waves kept blowing out, blowing so that the people watching the battle couldn't open their eyes.

"This is a master showdown!"

"This is the power of Atay!"

"This is the strongest existence among the younger generation of the Dian Kingdom!" The mood of the people was even more excited than the two in the competition, and all their eyes were watching tightly, for fear of missing every detail.

Wonderful, so wonderful!

The five-year Atai selection competition is really the most worth waiting for!

......

Click!

A slight sound penetrated the ears of Tong Mu and Wu Ya, and the two of them looked stunned at the same time, and quickly stared at them, and saw that there were countless subtle cracks in the scimitar and spear.

It's not good, the weapon can't withstand the collision of Yuanyang, and it's going to break!

This thought sounded in the hearts of both of them at the same time, and they both stopped almost at the same time.

But it was too late at this moment, as soon as the two of them let go, the scimitar and the spear exploded at the same time, turning into countless fragments, which fell from the sky, and when the two of them landed, the fragments fell like rain and snow.

I don't have weapons, so I can only use my bare hands.

Wuya stared into the eyes of the paulownia woodman, and the paulownia found a solemn meaning in it.

"Next, I'm going to give it my all. ”

It turned out that at this point, Wuya had just begun to get serious. Just now, it was just a warm-up.

"Is this boy really human? He is simply a fur animal on the top of a snowy mountain! Although it is only a little higher than the first time I won the Atay Year, his strength far surpasses that of me now. It's really hateful, if I hadn't taken the Longmai Pill, I would have been lying on the ground by now. ”

Compared to Tong Muwei, his heart was drenched in cold sweat, and his back was already soaked.

But Tong Mu Wei knows that there is no room for compromise at this time, and he must use an absolute attitude to defeat the red-haired little calf in front of him.

The braziers were brilliant at the four corners of the huge competition platform, and all the people were watching with bated breath. The two circled the stage, looking at each other, looking for an opportunity to attack.

"Don't be afraid, Atai is yours, and I will help you. At this moment, an old voice sounded in the ears of Tong Mu.

"Master!" Tong Mu was stunned, his eyes quickly skimmed over the boundless, and in the stands behind him stood a short old man with a hunchback on crutches.

There was a hesitation in his eyes.

The master is a strong person in the King Realm, and the sound is bundled into silk and transmitted into the ears, which is the ability that only a master of the King Realm can have. Master's shot must be so swift that it will not be noticed, and at this moment, there is the cover of night, and Wuya is just facing back, everything, the right time and place, it is too close to his side.

"Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, paulownia wood. Master's voice rang in the ears of Tong Mu Gong again.

"But......" Tong Mu Wei struggled in his heart, he was an upright martial artist, his father taught him to be upright and upright since he was a child, he never used his identity as the young patriarch of the mountain clan in martial arts, nor did he need other people's help. Even though the master had good intentions, it was against his will.

In the distance, the old man did not allow the paulownia to go against his will.

"Paulownia, have you forgotten that your father died with hatred?"

"Tong Mu Wei, have you forgotten the ridicule and cold eyes that our mountain tribe endured from nobility to humility?"

"Wake up, paulownia is nothing, as long as you can achieve victory, you can lead the clan to prosperity again, you are not a sinner, but a truly great existence. ”

"Tong Mu Yuan, only in this way will the ancestors forgive you. ”

Master's old and inviolable voice echoed in his ears over and over again, and Tong Mu finally gritted his teeth, and his eyes became firm.

"Kill!"

He roared, and Yuan Yang filled his whole body, and suddenly the muscles of his whole body were knotted, and his clothes shattered like butterflies.

A little bit lower, the body infused with Yuanyang's pure strength was like an arrow shot from a taut bow, and suddenly came to Wuya's body, pressed Wuya's shoulder, and bent his body back to lie down, wanting to throw Wuya out.

This is the ancient wrestling technique of the mountain tribes.

Although it is a very simple technique, the power and speed of the paulownia wood can play this move to the fullest. If this trick is eaten without end, I am afraid that I will be seriously injured.

"It's a good time!" Wu Ya roared, and Yuanyang's pure power also filled his body.

He just stood there, stomping on the ground with one foot, and his body was as motionless as a mountain.

At this moment, in order to deal with Wuya, he had already used all his strength, but he couldn't move Wuya at all, his face was red, and the blue tendons on his forehead were bursting up.

On the other hand, there is no end, and the complexion is as usual, like a statue of the Buddha beaten by iron, poured to protect the thousands of years, and there will be no exchange of joy and sorrow.

At this moment, the hunchbacked short old man who was hidden among the people narrowed his eyes and smiled, and a trace of light that was undetectable to the naked eye shot out of his cuff.