The Ouchi guard was rolling on the ground, although he gritted his teeth and didn't make any moans, but looking at the appearance of his cold sweat, he obviously endured a lot of pain, and if he didn't save him, he might die of pain. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hahahaha, this is the Tang hand of your Tang people, in the hands of our Fusang people, after just a few decades of tempering, the power has become so amazing, you didn't expect it, right?"

The little man in white laughed at the audience on the stage with fluent Chinese, and tried his best to ridicule it, completely ignoring the people under the ring or even His Majesty the Emperor who was sitting on a high platform on the side.

Waves of sound suddenly set off under the ring.

"Didn't you say the end of the story?"

"yes, what's the end of the good point? What about the next few punches?"

"Little calf, it's so crazy to win one, you have the ability to win against Xiao Rong. ”

"Who is Xiao Rong?"

"Xiao Rong, you don't know, just wait and see, this little calf is about to be unlucky. ”

The little man in white stood in the middle of the ring, enjoying the waves of anger that surged into him, laughing uncontrollably.

Unexpectedly, the little white man was very cautious in fighting, but he was rampant enough to speak, Feng Yiyang sneered, lowered his head and continued to check the injuries of the Ouchi guard.

The little man is ruthless enough.

Seeing that he was rolling on the ground in pain but gritted his teeth and didn't moan, Feng Yiyang hesitated, sighed, and pressed his palm on his stomach, and his true qi continued to output.

Then let this little man go and help him relieve his pain before the imperial doctor comes.

The man in blue originally closed his eyes in pain, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down, and he saw that he would faint at any time, but with the true aura of the wind rising, the man in blue gradually calmed down, barely opened his eyes, glanced at the wind with gratitude, and then fell into the cloudiness of pain.

The imperial doctor soon came, two people, wearing standard clothes with white flowers on a blue background, an old man, followed by a little ghost, tiger-headed, it seemed to be the old man's apprentice, the old man glanced at the wind, didn't say anything, squatted down and put down the medicine box and began to apply needles and medicine.

It's faster than expected, it seems that His Majesty the Emperor has long expected the strength of the Fuso people, and even the imperial doctor has been brought to the side to stand by at any time.

When Feng Yiyang was thinking deeply, he felt his money bag move,

The wind turned back sharply, only to see a pair of innocent eyes staring intently at him, or a person crouching behind him staring at himself intently.

This person is not tall, he looks like a childish teenager, he looks delicate and delicate, and he is tightly marked, and there is a faint fragrance on his body.

It's so beautiful, if only it were a woman.

Feng Yiyang swallowed his saliva unconsciously, suddenly shuddered, shook his head vigorously, and asked angrily, "Who are you, why are you looking at me?

The young man seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Feng Yiyang was talking to him, smirked, pointed to the blue-clothed guard who fell to the ground, and said, "Oh, that, I just want to ask how this person is, is the injury serious?"

Feng Yiyang looked back at the blue-clothed guard strangely, and said, "Oh, he, he has broken four ribs, and his spleen and meridians are also injured, I'm afraid that even if he is cured, it will have a great impact on his body." ”

Feng Yiyang looked back at the boy again, but found that although the boy maintained that somewhat cute expression, the squatting position seemed to be closer to him.

"Did you just move?" asked Feng Yiyang, puzzled.

"Huh?" the boy seemed to be in a trance, "No, I've always been here." ”

"Strange, am I feeling wrong?" Feng Yiyang scratched his head and looked at the ring.

The little man still stood on the stage and smiled presumptuously, and even bent down to the edge of the ring in a flamboyant manner, so that everyone could see his face more clearly and see how proud he was after defeating Tang's hand.

There is no shortage of practitioners who can fight and fight in vain, but no one is on stage, according to the rules, twelve people fight twelve people, and now they are just spectators, not to mention, everyone knows that even if they are on stage, they are not as good as others, and they are helpless.

The little warrior spun around for half a circle, admiring the anger and unwillingness on people's faces, and then straightened up, crossed his hands on his hips, cleared his throat, and looked like he was about to give a victory speech.

I don't know what kind of viciousness and sarcasm will come out of his mouth,

At this time, a rough laugh interrupted the unbridled rampant rampant of the little man in white.

"Hahahaha. ”

Just by listening to the voice, you know that he is a big man, and he is a big man with deep internal strength.

"Who?"

The little man in white quickly put away his rampant appearance, the wooden planks and shoes under his feet clicked twice, he had quickly stepped back and stood still, his hands were in a posture, and he was ready to fight, his snake-like gaze slowly swept in the crowd below, and he said coldly: "Who is it? Who dare to laugh but dare not come up, what kind of hero?"

Without warning, a large hand slapped the shoulder of the little white-clothed samurai. "Where to look, Lao Tzu is here. ”

The little warrior in white was visibly stunned for a moment, and then without hesitation, he slammed forward and put himself in a position, and the fierce aura emanating from his body showed that he had quickly adjusted and was ready to fight at any time.

"Yo, it's not bad. The man who spoke was a sturdy-looking man, dark-skinned and bearded, and he lived up to his rugged voice, and the little man's head had just reached his chest when the two had just stood together.

Feng Yiyang saw this big man appear, and the corners of his mouth curved, revealing a hint of a smile.

Not only was the wind blowing, but in fact a small half of the crowd began to cheer, and the cheers replaced the denunciation of the little man just now, and because of this, the little man's expression became more serious and vigilant.

Because under the fame, most of them are vain.

"Shimoyanagi Seventeen, please advise. ”

The big man crossed his arms around his shoulders, rolled his eyes, and said briefly: "Lao Tzu is Xiao Rong." ”

"Yanagi, Seventeen Lang, his name is so long and strange. Unconsciously, the little boy had squatted beside Feng Yiyang, and his crisp and sweet voice sounded like a girl.

Feng Yiyang didn't notice the approach of the little boy this time, and looked back with a smile and said: "You don't know, Fusang gives birth to children, and the first child is usually called Jilang, and his name is Seventeen Lang, which means that he is the seventeenth child of his family, it seems that Fusang people are really very interested in having children." ”

The little boy's cheeks turned red, his eyes wandered to Xiao Rong's body, as if he was afraid that the wind would continue to speak, and he asked in a panic: "What about him, who is he?"

Feng Yiyang raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but say proudly: "Where did you come from, you don't even know him?" He is my senior brother, Xiao Rong, the god of war Xiao Rong, one of the three major catchers of the six doors, senior brother, he is super good at grappling and fighting in vain. ”

The little boy said curiously: "He seems to be quite capable of fighting, but can he beat the little man in white on the other side, that little man seems to say that their martial arts are better than our Tang hand." ”

Feng Yiyang opened his teeth and claws at the little boy as if he was insulted, and shouted, "Don't insult my senior brother! Even this kind of little man deserves to fight with my senior brother, and he is embarrassed to say that he is better than Tang Shou, he just won a rookie, and the senior brother can press his face into the crotch of his pants with a slap!"

The blue-clothed guard lying on the ground opened his eyes weakly under the treatment of the imperial doctor, but at this time he helplessly rolled his eyes and closed his eyes again, his expression was sad, and his internal injuries were estimated to have worsened a lot.