Got up early in the morning of the second day, everyone cleaned up, Qingmei specially prepared a set of practice clothes for Xiao Han to wear, and everyone came to the gate of Daxiangguo Temple along Quyuan Street. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This road can no longer be described as a sea of people, the three Luo Beihong brothers are responsible for opening the road, crowded and sweating, followed by the seven sons of Wudang, followed by Qingmei and Fan Ruoshui, and Xiao Han Palace. When you come to the southwest corner of the street, you can see that there is a black pressure at a glance, and countless men, women and children are rushing to the Great Xiangguo Temple like waves. The Song soldiers on duty on both sides were squeezed and staggered, and they kept shouting loudly, but no one paid attention to them at all.

The crowd was chaotic, shouting and scolding, at least tens of thousands of people gathered in the short street, Bai Haoming said with a cry: "Master, I am about to be squeezed to death." Xiao Han smiled bitterly in the back: "I'm almost a photo." Then he thought that he had said the words of the future again, shook his head and said: "One is holding the hand of the other, and it is absolutely not allowed to let go, and the three uncles are closely followed." The seven sons claimed yes and slowly squirmed forward.

Fortunately, they came out early, and everyone walked along the flow of people for half an hour to the Great Xiangguo Temple, only to see the black pressure in front of a Great Song Dynasty forbidden army escort array, there were thousands of people, unified red armor, wearing a Fan Yang hat, holding a spear, stepping on cowhide combat boots, majestic and majestic to block everyone, the first member of the general is tall, standing in the middle and looking at the crowd with cold eyes.

The crowd rushed to the front, but could not enter, and immediately clamoured. The people in the back didn't know what the situation was, and rushed forward desperately, and the people in front were blocked by the Song army, and their bodies leaned back desperately, stalemate together. The drum noise became louder and louder, and some splashes took advantage of the situation to coax, shouting "rush in", desperately moving forward, waves of people surging forward, and Song Bing followed and resisted.

The general protected the soldiers and hummed: "There are so many people, has the time come?" The soldiers replied: "It's here, the general quickly give the order, the brothers can't stand it." With a wave of his hand, the general ordered, "Let go." Song Bing agreed, and flashed to both sides at the same time, making way for a passage.

The crowd shouted, and rushed forward like an arrow from a string, like a torrent of colors, which frightened the general's face and muttered, "Crazy, all crazy." ”

Xiao Han followed the flow of people into the square in front of the Great Xiangguo Temple, only to see countless people rushing over from the north at the same time, occupying the entire square in an instant. The Great Song Dynasty demolished the houses of hundreds of people and turned this place into a huge square, which can accommodate sixty or seventy thousand people, but unfortunately there are too many people who come, and there is no restriction on the official mansion of the Great Song Dynasty.

Finally, some martial arts figures were impatient, and flew into the street from the crowd with light skills, and ordinary people watched blankly, unable to squeeze in for a while, and scolded. The splashers bent down and pulled out bricks and clods from the ground and threw them into the sky, not hitting the characters in the rivers and lakes, but hurting many innocent people, and the scolding, shouting, and crying shook the heavens and the earth for a while.

Xiao Han followed Luo Beihong and the three of them to rush in, and was firmly bound in the center by the crowd and couldn't move, and the seven sons of Wudang surrounded him tightly, and they were squeezed into tears one by one. The worst thing is Qingmei, the little girl is so ashamed that her face is flushed, and she holds Xiao Han's arm tightly. On the way in, he was splashed with oil, because there were so many people, he couldn't see who did it at all, Xiao Han was too busy to take care of himself, how could he pay attention to these little things.

The Song army finally made a move and blocked the street entrance again, and the people in the square could only hear the Song army shouting in unison: "If there is another former, kill him." "At least tens of thousands of people were blocked at the north and south ends of the square, and more than 70,000 people were put in, and there were tens of thousands of people from the black and white martial arts alone, plus more than 100,000 people in Tokyo City and more than 100,000 people who came to watch the battle, most of them were blocked outside.

Naturally dissatisfied with not being able to enter, the characters in the rivers and lakes were already unruly, countless figures jumped up from the outside, jumped past the Song army and jumped inside, the Song army knew that it was the characters in the rivers and lakes, and ignored it, only aimed the swords and guns at the ordinary people, and ordered them to retreat.

Countless forbidden soldiers rushed in the square, forcing them to stand according to the divided area with knives and guns, a total of six major areas, each with tens of thousands of people, slowly lined up under the coercion of the Song army, not as chaotic as before.

Some of the splashes who took the opportunity to steal were quickly pulled out by the forbidden army, and some prodigal sons were exposed and kidnapped by the forbidden army on the spot. I don't know which sect of disciples and the people got angry, the disciple held a weapon, and when he was angry, he scratched the people, and immediately rushed over more than ten forbidden soldiers to surround him in the middle, the disciple turned around and wanted to escape, where was there a chance, I don't know where a carved antelope arrow flew over, hit him in the chest, and immediately fell to the ground and died, and the dead body was dragged out by the two forbidden soldiers.

After such a fuss, no one dared to make a mistake easily, and the noise gradually became smaller, and finally it was completely quiet, and it was the beginning of the hour.

Xiao Han stood in the middle of the arena and saw a huge high platform in front of him, which was made of bluestone, which was not at all like the wooden ring that he watched on TV in later generations. There is a colorful shed on it, just like the stage, and there are ten strong forbidden soldiers standing on each side, wearing red armor and carrying a long knife at their waists, and their momentum is extraordinary.

The ring was more than three meters high, with stairs on both sides, and a big red tent in the center, behind which was the backstage. On the left side of the platform is a large drum, and on the right side there is a gong, and each has a sturdy official standing next to him with a drumstick. A hundred soldiers lined up under the high platform, holding spears and facing the spectators.

There were hundreds of forbidden soldiers guarding the square around the square, and these soldiers were not only bright with swords and guns, but also countless soldiers with bows and arrows, staring at the field with cold eyes. I heard that in order to hold this event, Tokyo City dispatched tens of thousands of soldiers to defend Tokyo City like an iron bucket.

The characters jumped in one after another, and the soldiers of the forbidden army turned a blind eye. The men jumped in and stood down, barely huddled together. Xiao Han glanced around, there were few people he knew at all, most of them were ordinary people, the martial arts characters were too scattered, and Da Song didn't arrange full-time seats for them at all, so most of them were divided into the crowd.

Seeing that no one entered, the drums and gongs suddenly sounded in unison on the ring, the sound was huge, and everyone in the field looked up together, only to see a person turn out on the left side of the high platform, it was Yin Wu Tingzuo of Kaifeng Mansion.

Wu Tingzuo changed his outfit, wore a cyan robe, held a roll of paper in his hand, walked to the middle of the ring, waved his hand slightly, and the sound of drums and gongs stopped suddenly. Wu Tingzuo looked at the crowd of people in the audience, looked a little surprised, looked at it a few times before he spoke: "The rules of this competition have been informed to all heroes, and please strictly abide by them, and do not hurt others in private fights." Because of the large number of spectators, the government informed the emperor that from this afternoon in Kaifeng Mansion to distribute 60,000 passes, each with ten copper coins, first come, first served, those who get the pass must be seated according to the number, and then they are not allowed to walk around at will. ”

Someone under the high platform shouted: "How can there be a seat here? Isn't it a lie?" Wu Tingzuo smiled and said: "Don't worry, you don't have to worry, if you come back this afternoon, you will have a seat." Someone else shouted, "Got it, let's get started." ”

Wu Tingzuo shook his head and said: "Don't worry, please sign up for the heroes to come to the stage and draw lots, and then match them one by one." Tens of thousands of people in the audience applauded in unison, shaking the heavens and the earth, and shocking the vigilant Song Jun on both sides changed their faces at the same time.

Following the sound of drums and gongs, I saw a young man flying out of the crowd, and a beautiful mid-air somersault fell onto the high platform, with a graceful and light body, and the audience applauded. Then several more people flew out from all directions, rushing into the ring like butterflies wearing flowers.

Wu Tingzuo took two steps back, flashed to the left, and looked at the people flying onto the high platform with a smile on his face. These young men knew how to be polite, and they all hugged their fists and saluted him. Wu Dinh Zuo returned the salute one by one, and the two officials turned around from the backstage and moved a chair for him to sit down.

Followed by dozens of people from all directions to the high platform, each person has a different body method, the most strange is a young man who doesn't know what sect, in the air dozens of heels and landed steadily in the field, watching the audience fascinated, desperately shouting good.

After more than ten minutes, Xiao Han saw that the high platform was already full of people, but he didn't see Shi Chuyang, he didn't know what was going on with this guy, he just let go of Bai Haoming's hand, and was just about to walk towards the ring, when he saw a white shadow slowly rising from the ground, slowly rotating and drifting towards the ring.

Light Gong pays attention to a fast word, the most difficult thing to do is slow, this person's body method is different from the previous people, everyone clearly saw him slightly crossed his legs, holding a folding fan in his right hand, and moved to the high platform with a smile on his face. The crowd was stunned for a long time, and suddenly the sky-high price shouted, and countless people applauded, and even the Song army who was in charge couldn't help but cheer loudly.

Luo Beihong snorted lightly, turned back to Xiao Han and said, "Sure enough, it's him." Duan Xiliu sneered: "Look at me." Xiao Han hurriedly held his hand and shook his head and said, "Don't make mistakes, there are many masters here, be careful if something happens." Before the words fell, a figure suddenly jumped up from the crowd and quickly crashed towards Shi Chuyang.