Wu Tingzuo saw Xiao Han coming up, and said with a sigh of relief: "Everyone should have arrived, let's start drawing lots, this mansion is a little dizzy, you want to go back to the mansion to rest, you can do it yourself." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Everyone on the stage bowed down together and said, "Send Lord Wu back to his house." His own officials came to help him back in the background, followed by a person from behind the stage, followed by two officials holding sticks.

Xiao Han saw that it was Master Wu Tingzuo who he had seen before, and hurriedly nodded in greeting. The master smiled and nodded, and said to everyone: "Everyone is free, register on the left side after drawing the number, because you already have a number plate before, and this time it is a matching lottery, so the hero who gets the double number retreats to the right and waits, and the hero who gets the single number is responsible for the draw." ”

Xiao Han was the thirty-eighth, followed everyone back to the right side to wait, and saw Shi Chuyang follow everyone to step forward to draw lots, and then go to the left side to register for matching. The heroes and the people in the audience watched them busy working on it, constantly commenting on the young talents on the stage, and some of them opened the handicap for gambling, and there were really a lot of participants.

Most of the young people screened out by the Great Song Dynasty are tall and sturdy, with outstanding appearances, among which there are really many handsome guys, Shi Chuyang is undoubtedly the most outstanding one, and Xiao Han is much inferior to one. Because of his different backgrounds and education levels, Xiao Han couldn't find the elegance of Shi Chuyang at all, although most of them were fakes, they could very well deceive the masses who didn't know the truth.

Countless girls in the audience can turn into water when they look at Shi Chuyang, and they just shout "I love you" like the brainless fans who chase stars in later generations. The young women and aunts were all praised, and even praised Shi Chuyang for not only being strong in martial arts, but also first-class in appearance, and countless young men in the audience were ashamed of themselves, and they couldn't wait to trample Shi Chuyang to death.

After a while, the draw was over, and the Kaifeng Prefecture scribe copied the written results on a large piece of red paper and posted them on the left pillar of the ring, and a scribe announced the results. Xiao Han pricked up his ears and heard that he was playing against a person named Zhang Tianci with the number seventy-one, while Shi Chuyang was playing against a young man named Zu Yue who was ranked number twenty-eight.

At the end of the draw, everyone lined up in several rows according to the serial number under the command of the master, appeared in the ring one by one, and reported their sect and name. The high stage was silent, listening to them report their names one by one. Jianghu martial arts is really the hidden dragon and crouching tiger, the three sects only gathered thirty-six factions, who knows that there are countless small gangs and small factions, the name Xiao Han on the newspaper is unheard of, after listening to it for a long time, statistics, there are only seven people in the thirty-six factions.

When it was Xiao Han's turn to sign up, bursts of cheers suddenly erupted from the high stage, but it was thousands of disciples from the 36 factions of the three sects who watched the battle to cheer him on, and countless gang disciples brandished their swords and shouted "Xiao Han will win", driving the atmosphere of the audience to a climax.

Xiao Han was excited, clasped his fists and waved to the audience again and again, only then did he see that the elders of the three sects were sitting under the stage on the right, and Song Bing was standing behind him separated from the ordinary people, and he was really treated differently. However, hundreds of disciples of the three sects were nowhere to be seen, they should be scattered in the crowd, there were too many people, and the darkness was overwhelming, and they couldn't see where they all were.

It was Shi Chuyang's turn to sign up, and as soon as he stood in front of the stage, he immediately caused a scream, followed by applause, which was even more enthusiastic than Xiao Han's. The Demon Sect also came with thousands of people, wielding all kinds of weapons and applauding desperately, driving the people to shout together, just like the MLM organizations in later generations, they were all crazy.

The scene was almost out of control, the shouts came and went, and the Demon Sect added fuel to the fire, and it took a stick of incense to end after a while, and it was seen that the master and the Song soldiers were stupid.

Xiao Han stood on the side and was embarrassed and angry, ahh

After Shi Chuyang, the young people hastily signed up, and then went down in turn, and no one was scared. Xiao Han returned to his place, and Duan Xiliu said: "The Demon Sect is too high-profile, Shi Chuyang has done this, plus the battle just now, the scenery overshadows the White Dao, it is not a good thing for us. ”

Luo Beihong said: "Shi Chuyang is in the limelight, and he clearly wants to overpower Brother Xiao, will the thousands of disciples of my three sects let him succeed?" Xiao Han shook his head and said: "The rafters that come out will rot first, and the spear will shoot the first bird, so that he will have to be stunned for a while, as long as I fight to the end, I will never give him the slightest chance of success." ”

Bai Haoming came over and said, "Master, don't worry, I brought lime, and when you scold him in his eyes, I will burn him blind." Everyone changed their faces at the same time, Xiao Han touched his head and said, "Good idea, Xiao Qi is the smartest, you can tell me what other ways to win." ”

Jiang Dongge was slightly dissatisfied and said: "Senior Brother Xiao, the method of taking lime is too despicable and shameless, and it is not in line with martial arts morality. Xiao Han smiled dryly: "Dealing with bad guys is going to be more harmful than bad guys, although Xiao Qi's method is not above board, but it is the most effective, as long as the law is guided, it doesn't have to be on Bai Dao, it's good." ”

Jiang Dongge was silent, Duan Xiliu looked at Xiao Qi and said, "What other good ways do you say?" Bai Haoming tilted his head and thought for a while: "We can find his residence, put Hedinghong into the tea he drinks, and poison him directly." ”

Everyone looked at each other, only Xiao Han was very happy, and encouraged: "What else?" Bai Haoming said: "You can also spend money to buy dozens of killers, even if you can't kill Shi Chuyang, it will drag him to the point that he can't participate in the ring competition." Luo Beihong shook his head slightly, and said to Xiao Han: "These methods are commonly used in the underworld, if we also use them, what is the difference between them and the underworld?"

Xiao Han smiled and said: "The child can talk about it casually, it can't be true, and I don't need to say it, the three junior brothers can rest assured." Duan Xiliu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "The stage is also on, and the lottery has been drawn, it should be started, right?" Xiao Han shook his head and said: "This is not accurate, who knows how the Great Song Dynasty arranged it." ”

Then I heard the sound of drums and gongs, and the heroes and the people watching the battle stopped talking and looked at the high platform together. A little monk slowly turned out from the left side of the backstage, wearing a gray monk's robe, a pair of cloth shoes, a bare head, and dragging a Shaolin long stick in his right hand, staggering towards Taichung.

Luo Beihong said "Huh" and said to Xiao Han: "It is the little monk Yanming, the next generation disciple of Master Xingkong, who performed at the Shaolin Temple Martial Arts Conference last year. Xiao Han had already recognized it, nodded and said, "Is this Shaolin Drunken Boxing?" Duan Xiliu said: "Exactly, legend has it that the little monk of Yanming is an abandoned baby, who was abandoned to the gate of the temple three days after birth, and was adopted by Master Xingkong, who practiced martial arts at the age of three, and is only seven years old this year, and Master Xingkong likes him very much." ”

Xiao Han said with a smile: "With such a cute little apprentice, anyone will like it." Wudang Qizi watched the little monk walk to the center of the arena with envy, his eyes glowed with jealousy, Bai Haoming smacked his lips and said, "It's good when I can go up and perform." Fu Haoxuan pouted and said, "Dream, what will you do?" Jiang Haoyu frowned and said, "Shut up." ”

Xiao Han listened to their bickering and smiled: "As long as you are willing to work hard, there will definitely be a day when you will get ahead." The seven sons nodded at the same time and looked at the ring together.

Tens of thousands of people stared at the ring together, the little monk stumbled to the stage and stood still, the long stick in his right hand was slowly raised, and he suddenly jumped in the air, followed by the long stick dance, only to see a flower shadow, covering the little monk in the middle.

The audience was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into earth-shattering applause, and this time both white and black were cheering and applauding. The people of Tokyo have never seen such a scene, and their eyes are wide open, for fear of missing every detail. However, the little monk's long stick danced faster and faster, and he saw a gray shadow flying up and down in the field, and he couldn't be seen at all.

The people praised and inquired about the name of the little monk, and naturally some people knew, and soon Yanming's legal name spread throughout the square and became famous in one fell swoop. There are also hundreds of people who ask the surrounding Baidao disciples how to send their children to study in Shaolin Temple.

Xiao Han's eyes were red, and the public relations work of Shaolin Temple was simply too good and enviable. The little monk of Yanming danced vigorously, and the applause from the audience came and went. The two gray-shirted warrior monks each carried a basin of cold water from both sides and came to Yanming's side, and the people in the audience watched blankly, not knowing what they were going to do.

The two warrior monks shouted, and at the same time poured two basins of water on the little monk in the center, tens of thousands of people saw the mist flying in the sky, rushing in all directions, the audience exclaimed, most of the mist hit the forbidden army on the stage and the Song soldiers on duty under the stage, those people were very strict in military discipline, just wiped the mist on their faces with their hands, and stood still.

Yanming's speed slowed down, and everyone saw that he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes, and finally broke out into shocking applause and cheers. The gong and drummer followed the beating, accompanied by the sound of the drums, Yan Ming came to the momentum, and his left hand hooked slightly to the left and right. This action was extremely cute and made the audience laugh.

The two warrior monks abandoned the copper basin, and two long sticks flew on both sides of the high platform, and the two of them caught their wrists as soon as they flipped their wrists, their eyes were facing each other, and they suddenly shouted, and the long sticks smashed at the little monk of Yanming at the same time.

The audience exclaimed, and the shouting did not stop, and then saw the little monk bow his head, dodge the long stick, followed the tiptoe, jumped into the air, and swept the long stick in his hand to the left monk without stopping. The warrior monk on the left strode wrong, tilted his body to dodge, and then slashed towards the top of Yanming's head. The warrior monk on the right swept Yanming's legs, and the two cooperated tacitly, as if they were going to shoot Yanming down in midair.

Many people's faces turned white with fright, and they covered their mouths and didn't dare to make a sound. Yan Ming snorted lightly, the long stick was a little on the head of the warrior monk on the right, his body turned slightly, he circled in mid-air, followed by his left foot, and actually stood on top of the head of the warrior monk on the right.

The audience applauded again, wave after wave, and even the guard Song Jun couldn't help but applaud loudly. The elders of the three sects sitting on the right side of the stage smiled one by one, and congratulated the elders of Xingkong one after another. The three elders of Shaolin were so smiling that their eyes were gone, and the second-generation disciples such as Jueyuan behind him were also amazed, and even praised Yanming's kung fu.

The warrior monk on the left missed a move, almost slashed the warrior monk on the right, and hurriedly withdrew the move, but he was a step too late, and was swept on the shoulder by the little monk on the top of the warrior monk's head on the right, and turned over and fell to the ground. Follow the tiptoe a little, fly up from the top of the warrior monk's head, the long stick followed and split, right on the top of the warrior monk's head, only to hear a crisp sound of "pop", the warrior monk snorted, and then turned over and fell to the ground.