The sky was blue and white, Zhu Lingwan breathed heavily, and was dragged by Fu Jingnian's hands, walking through the streets and alleys, which has always been lively in Chang'an, is a little deserted.

There were three people standing in the front row of the crowd, no one approached within a zhang of the surrounding area, a black robe covered with a golden rakshasa mask on his face. A resolute face and a black iron gun on his back are none other than Li Xiaoxian and Lin Dongyue.

The last person has a high nose and deep eyes, brown eyes, and the hair on his head is coiled up like a Buddha, not like a person from the Central Plains.

There is a two-story restaurant next to the ring, Fu Jingnian took Zhu Lingwan to the second floor, found a window seat under the seat, asked for a pot of soju, and watched calmly.

The ring is half a foot high, and there are two people sitting on it, one has a white face and no beard, a clear face, a high crown on his head, a flying rabbit robe, and the only remaining left hand plays with two copper balls, and the other has a graceful figure, a jade neck is long, and the phoenix crown bead curtain hangs down on his head, blocking the exact face, but through the gap, it can be vaguely seen that it should be a stunning woman.

When Fu Jingnian's eyes swept over her, his whole body suddenly shook, his lips trembled, and he said silently: "Little girl." ”

At this time, a strong man walked up from the side of the ring, first bowed to the audience, then straightened his chest, and said loudly: "Today is our princess Huanzhu to choose the horse, if all the handsome people present have a quality of cultivation, they can come up and have a try, our Great Qin country has always been open-minded, never talk about pedantic people, no matter who it is, even if it is a generation of slaves, if you win the competition, you will have the opportunity to be the royal dragon fast son-in-law, and from then on, you will be prosperous and rich." ”

This strong man's body is like a bell, thunder piercing his ears, he actually used the lion's roar kung fu in the Buddhist gate, and everyone present suddenly cleared their minds and wanted to move.

The strong man looked back again, flicked his clothes in front of him, knelt down to the two people sitting in the ring, and said respectfully: "The centurion of the third detachment of the Black Devil Cavalry of the lower official swears an oath, and meets Her Royal Highness the Princess, and meets the Lord of the Sacrificial Wine Mink Temple." ”

Wei Qianfu, the chief eunuch of Great Qin, got up with Ying Xiaoya and nodded slightly to the audience.

The audience made a loud noise, whispered, exchanged heads and ears, knelt down in unison, the movements were the same, and bowed their heads and said: "Princess Huanzhu Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose." ”

The sound is wave after wave, and it lasts for a long time, and the whole sky is the voice of "Princess Hoanju Chitose Chitose Chitose." ”

Ying Xiaoya was in a bad mood today, if it weren't for her father's decision to ask her to come here, where would she participate in this martial arts competition, in her heart, there is only one person who lives, Fu Jingnian. But now that his words and deeds are related to the royal decency, he barely squeezed out a smile, got up and raised his hand and said: "You people are flat, my Great Qin has you and other people, it is really the blessing of my Great Qin, the blessing of the world." ”

The people in the audience responded violently, slowly got up, the big man and Wei Qianfu glanced at each other, picked up the drumstick and slammed the drum next to the ring, Ying Xiaoya sat back in her position, and the people in the audience held their breath and contemplated, knowing that a good show was about to appear.

In the restaurant, Fu Jingnian picked up the wine glass, put it to the corner of his mouth and slowly sipped in, his eyes were like torches, staring at the ring, Zhu Lingwan looked at Fu Jingnian's detailed side face, and said in a daze: "Fu Jingnian, do you think that the voice of this princess is particularly like a little girl?"

Fu Jingnian's pupils shrank, but he didn't turn his head to answer, his eyes continued to stare at the ring downstairs, silent.

I saw a figure of the crowd rising into the sky, landing steadily on the ring, with an elegant body, the man had sword eyebrows and starry eyes, an eight-foot sword at the waist, and hugged his fists and said: "A product of King Kong, Zhou Ran." ”

Someone in the audience suddenly exclaimed: "Swordsman of the East China Sea!"

This swordsman of the East China Sea is not a lonely and unknown person, from overseas sects, the sword walks, straight across the sea for a thousand miles, the swordsmanship is known for its sharp and fast, a hand of the sword is fast to no shadow, there have been good people who put him in the first leader outside the five handsome, not to be underestimated.

"Brother Zhou's swordsmanship, Xu has always heard of it, and he has always wanted to ask for advice or two, but he couldn't find an opportunity. Xu Promise smiled, walked up step by step from the side of the ring, wearing a black fur, holding a black sheath long knife, with a charming smile, as if with infinite light, the audience's eyes suddenly focused on him alone, although he had not yet arrived in the ring, the limelight was no longer for a while, Zhou Ran stood on it, like a firefly compared to the bright moon. Countless women in the audience had red cheeks and shouted, "promise" and "promise".

Promise walked into the ring, stood slightly, folded his arms around his waist, and rested the handle of his knife on his left shoulder.

Zhou Ran's face was solemn, he didn't dare to be careless, and said in a deep voice: "I heard the fame of Xu Gongzi in the East China Sea, and it is a great honor to be able to fight with Xu Gongzi today. ”

Xu Promise nodded and smiled: "Coincidentally, my fastest is the sword drawing technique." ”

Zhou Ran didn't say anything more, his feet slammed into the ground, a black head started up, the sawdust in the ring blew by the fierce sword wind, and the eight-foot Xuanjian on his waist began to buzz, and the sword body in the sheath kept colliding with the inner wall, as if he was impatient to be born and drink blood.

Urn...... Urn...... Urn!

Boom!

A clear bang!

Zhou Ran's right hand held the hilt of the sword in an instant, the cold light flashed, the sword was like a dragon, as fast as lightning, and the sword was instantly unsheathed and stabbed at the heart of Xu Nuo's eyebrows.

Xu promised to smile unchanged, his shoulders moved slightly, and a phantasm appeared on the hilt of the knife.

The tip of the sword stopped at a foot from the center of Xu Nuo's eyebrows, Zhou Ran's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he withdrew the Xuanjian, and said in a deep voice: "Why don't you use the sword?"

Promise put the black sheath long knife back on his waist, and said softly: "It's out." ”

Zhou Ran's pupils shrank, a handful of hair fell down on his forehead, and the face of the Donghai swordsman changed greatly, promising to shoot the knife quickly, but he was in a situation where he couldn't see it, and his back was soaked with cold sweat in an instant.

After a moment, he smiled bitterly and clenched his fists and said, "I've been taught." With that, he let out a long sigh, flew off the ring, walked straight out of the crowd, and disappeared in a few breaths.

The women in the audience cheered and promised even more, and the atmosphere was particularly hot, and the name of the promise was so famous that no one came to the stage to fight.

Wei Qianfu knew that His Majesty had promised Ying Xiaoya early on, this was nothing more than a formality, used to show the world, and after a few moments, when he saw that no one came to the stage, he signaled to the big man that it was time to announce the result.

Hu Yan swore to cough, his voice was like thunder on the ground, and he instantly overshadowed the shouts from the audience, and slowly spoke: "The last three, if no one is on stage, the winner of the competition is the promised son." ”

"Three. ”

"II. ”

Fu Jingnian leaned against the windowsill, his face was complicated, he thought that he could let go of his feelings for Xiaoya, and from then on he would be close to the end of the world and live his own life, but when he heard that Xiaoya was about to marry the promise, his heart was inexplicably blocked.

He closed his eyes slightly, and just as the big man was about to say the word "one", he opened his eyes violently, took out a black wooden mask from his chest and covered his face, and his voice was hoarse: "Slow." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his body swept down from the second-floor windowsill.

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