For a while, except for the echo, there was no superfluous words, only heavy breathing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The emperor's decision was a big gamble.

If the bet is lost, it may disgrace the entire Datang, and the injuries and bloodshed before the guard, Xiao Rong and Feng Yiyang will become worthless, and from then on, the rumors of Datang's loss to Fusang will spread, the people will be humiliated, foreign countries will laugh at them, and there will even be the Hu barbarians who are eyeing them because of this.

But once the bet is won, the prestige of Datang will be even more thunderous from now on, and many small foreign countries led by Fusang will not dare to take a look at Datang from now on.

Not to mention the war in a light way.

After such a big gamble, the emperor himself was calm and relaxed after speaking, and he still had that confident smile on his face.

Perhaps, to some extent, the emperor himself, who has to make countless decisions for the whole world every day, is the most determined gambler in this world.

The emperor's confident smile inadvertently or pretended to burn a group of Fuso samurai, nine samurai, more or less, all with indignant expressions on their faces.

Each of them is a master of the Fuso people, although they are not top grandmasters, but there are also many young geniuses of a small family, or a township or a city, and finally become a subsidiary of the Miyamoto family, the first family of Fusang, which is a very high honor in the eyes of ordinary people.

But now he has been insulted in this way.

This feeling of being looked down upon turned into a burst of dull footsteps, and he stepped on the ring wrapped in solid wood with a bluestone texture, and there was a chaotic muffled sound.

At this time, the direct party in this gambling contract, who had become the target of public criticism in the hearts of Fusang people, took his eyes off the knife, raised his head blankly, and stared at the group of warriors in front of him, his expression was obviously a little confused

Feng Yiyang asked vigilantly:

"What are you doing with a lot of people coming up?

The samurai looked at each other, but the stupid big man poked his head out and said, "Isn't it you, let's go together?"

Feng Yiyang jumped backwards violently, raised his face to look at the big man, and his expression was surprised: "yes? ”

With a bang, the middle-aged man in the yellow robe on the high platform slammed his face on the table in front of him without dignity.

The warriors talked to each other for a while, and the big man said tentatively, "But we have all come up, and your Emperor Majesty has agreed, as long as we can win against you, there will be no new challengers." ”

The big man grinned, and his eyes began to shine with hope again, clearly not wanting the wind to repent, although I heard that His Majesty the Emperor had made a promise, but if he regretted it, I am afraid that the most he would do was to invalidate the match between Datang and Fusang, which was far worse than the glory of defeating Datang head-on.

Feng Yiyang was stunned, just now he looked at this knife, as if he was out of the sky, he felt like he had seen a lot of things, but obviously he didn't see anything, he couldn't grasp anything, and unconsciously, all his mind was on the knife, and he didn't even hear that His Majesty the Emperor had agreed to such a request.

If you hear it, labor and management will definitely refuse, now it is obviously an advantageous situation, and not burying the good situation in vain by agreeing to this inexplicable request all at once, what does Your Majesty think.

Feng Yiyang scolded and glanced at the high platform, the middle-aged man in the bright yellow robe had already propped his head off the table, and when he saw Feng Yiyang looking at this, he tried to show a kind smile.

Feng Yiyang sighed, he could actually roughly guess what His Majesty the Emperor thought.

Well, come on.

The wind shook the long knife in his hand, and a trembling sound of gold and iron buzzed in everyone's ears.

"Okay, let's go together, you don't have to report your home, I can't remember anyway, let's start directly, right?"

"Wait, wait. The big man opened his mouth again, as if he was the best Chinese among the Fusang people on stage, and was responsible for sorting out the central ideas of all kinds of muttering into oral language.

Feng Yiyang tilted his head and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?"

"Can you give us back that holy knife in your hand? It's a sacred relic of the Miyamoto family we serve, and it's not a disgrace to your prestige if we take him and fight you, right?" ”

The big man had that shy expression again, obviously an eight-foot man, and a beard on his face, but his expression was full of hope, and his eyes were shining like a girl who wanted to eat sugar gourds.

Feng Yiyang resisted the urge to revolt and waved his hand at the big man, saying: "Don't disgust me, don't you guys, I won't return this knife to you, if you have the ability, take it back from my hand, the blade in the ring was taken away, do you want someone else to send it back to you?"

The big man's eyes rolled, and he squinted and said disdainfully: "That Mr. Xiao Rongxiao just now knows etiquette very well, I think you, the sword immortal, are not very good, you have insulted the prestige of the state of etiquette in the Tang Kingdom, and you want to win by relying on other people's blades?"

I don't know why, every time this person says a word, a boredom is added to the chest as soon as the wind blows, and that feeling is like seeing a person eating a mouse, and it is disgusting to the core.

The big man saw Feng Yiyang's unbearable expression, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of smugness, and he wanted to say it again, Feng Yiyang waved his hand,

"If you say more, I'll use this knife of yours to wipe the soles of my shoes, and I'll do what I say. ”

After Feng Yiyang finished speaking, he grinned at the big man, raised his foot to reveal the dirty soles of his shoes, and slashed at the face of the black knife.

Suddenly, the samurai were boiling, such an insult was a boiling that the big man couldn't control, and finally, one of the muscular samurai struck first, screaming and cursing in his mouth, and rushed towards the wind with his bare hands.

This farcical contest has officially begun at this moment.

That's what I want.

The wind shook like a demon and slammed the knife into the ground, and with a clang, the blade sank straight under the ring, leaving only one hilt above the ring.

A fierce fist wind has already hit the air, and the wind has narrowly avoided it when it turns sideways, and with a light tiptoe, its body has fluttered up like a white kite.

As soon as the wind lifted his body in the air, he stood in mid-air, and the young man's recklessness had already been put away, and his eyes seemed to reflect the bright starry sky.

The muscular warrior who had punched that punch just now missed the punch, but found that the hilt of the holy sword was inserted in front of him, and he couldn't help but step forward with a cheer.

There seemed to be a flash in the air, and even a phantom was produced due to the speed at which it was too fast.

The warrior turned back in surprise, the wind was already standing behind him, but the faint white shadow in the air had not disappeared, and the sound of hunting wind had only come at this moment.

The muscular samurai raised his fist to strike, and one foot was already relentlessly kicked in his ass.

With a scream, the muscular warrior drew a line in the air without accident and fell outside the ring.

It all happened in the midst of lightning.

Feng Yiyang retracted his feet, turned around neatly, and faced the eight warriors who had not yet made a move, but the words that Old Man Feng said when he taught himself light skills came to mind.

Floating small steps, people are always attracted by the ethereal appearance, and forget its speed.

And speed is often the deadliest thing.