Murong Fang said secretly: What kind of bad idea did you come up with? Didn't this turn my Zhuangzi into a gladiatorial arena? These people don't fight to the death in order to fight for this treasure map, this Zhao Da Hammer is really afraid that the world will not be chaotic!

But these guests from Zhuangzi are all Jianghu men, and they are best at fighting and killing on weekdays, so they naturally think that the question of determining the ownership of this treasure map should be solved by force. If you ask them to compare calligraphy and articles, they won't be able to! Therefore, as soon as Zhao Dazhui said this, everyone applauded. Murong couldn't stop it if he wanted to.

Zhao Dazhui also seemed to have guessed through the mind of the master of Murong Gate, and then said: "Everyone, this is Lord Murong's mansion, and today is his old man's seventieth birthday, it is inconvenient to fight here, why don't we sit down and eat Master Murong's birthday banquet first, and when we are full of food and drink, we will go to the big square by the lake outside to compete in martial arts, do you think it is okay?"

Everyone originally came to pay homage to the master of the Murong Sect, and everyone was already hungry at this time, so Zhao Dazhui's idea was naturally unanimously approved by everyone.

Murong Fang saw that everyone listened to Zhao Dazhui's words, and gradually returned to his seat, so he was relieved and instructed the old housekeeper: "It's ready to be served!"

The old butler shouted, "It's time to feast!" and immediately out of the back kitchen came a group of men, each holding a tray in his hand, filled with all kinds of dishes.

Zhao Dazhui walked to Duan Yuntu's table with a grin, and sat down next to Duan Yuntu.

Because everyone is worried about the competition in their hearts, this meal is very sloppy, many people pick up the dishes and chopsticks, and when they see the food, they stuff it into their mouths, swallowing dates one by one, gobbling up. As long as they have a full stomach, they don't care if they eat it or not, and they don't even touch the wine on the table, because they are afraid that they will miss this treasure map.

Duan Yuntu was different, he sat there leisurely savoring the delicious food on the table. I poured another bowl of wine and tasted it.

This Murong is the master of the dignified Jade Dragon Gate, a heroic man, and a wealthy family. The wine and food he prepared on his 70th birthday were naturally the best.

Duan Yuntu couldn't help frowning as he looked at the way those people ate, thinking that the way these people ate was simply a tyrannical thing!

Zhao Dazhui was not in a hurry, he sat next to Duan Yuntu, poured wine for Duan Yuntu, and told Duan Yuntu with great interest the anecdotes of the rivers and lakes during this time.

Soon someone finished eating, got up, shouted out of the courtyard, and went to the great square by the lake. As soon as someone walked out, the others couldn't sit still, so they hurriedly took two mouthfuls of food and rushed out like a swarm.

This birthday banquet was held like this, and Murong couldn't cry or laugh. I had to order someone to prepare tables, chairs, tea, and snacks to bring to the lake. The treasure map, in full view of everyone, was placed on a large square table and carried to the lake.

Duan Yuntu and Zhao Da Hammer walked at the end, and also followed everyone to the square, because of Zhao Da Hammer's relationship, Duan Yun Tu was also invited to the front and sat on the tea party. The branches and leaves of a large willow tree just become a natural parasol, blocking the scorching sun in mid-air.

Someone asked Murong Fang: "Everyone is here, how should this martial arts be compared, please give a rule to Master Murong." ”

Murong was highly respected, and let him set a rule, and everyone naturally raised their hands in agreement.

I only heard Murong Fang say: "Since you can afford me, I can be regarded as half a master today, so I will say a few words." All of us have no grievances, and we are competing here today, just to divide the strength of a martial arts to determine the ownership of this treasure map.

Therefore, you should not take your life seriously, let alone form a grudge because of this, and fight endlessly in the future.

In addition, since it is a competition to determine the winner or loser, then everyone should follow the rules, not to be entangled, let alone rush in groups. Can you abide by these two meanings of decay?"

The people on the field applauded and agreed. An old man got up and said, "Since everyone agrees, then ask Master Murong to make a judgment, and everyone will begin." I wonder who wants to try their hand at it first?"

This group of people was in a hurry just now, for fear of falling behind others, but when they really wanted to start the competition, they were all silent, you look at me, I look at you, no one wants to be the first to play.

After a while, a bald man with a bare head and a machete in his hand walked over to the center of the square and said loudly: "Since everyone is so polite, then the Sprinkle family will go on the field first to offer ugliness." After speaking, he danced the machete in his hand twice, and it was really tiger-like.

After the big man finished dancing, he hugged the machete into his arms and said loudly: "I don't know which hero is willing to play and compete with the Sprinkle family?"

At this time, a short and thin old man walked to the field one by one, stood in front of the big man and arched his hand: "Little old man is willing to accompany this hero to make a few moves." ”

The big man glanced at the thin old man, and saw that he was already a lot old, with thin cheekbones on his face, deep sunken eye sockets, and thin skinny bones on his two arms, which were almost broken as soon as he broke them, he couldn't help but shake his head and said: "I said old man, don't follow here to make trouble, just like you, I can slap you to pieces, which makes the Sprinkle family really unable to do it." ”

The old man smiled and said, "It's not in the way, since it's a martial arts competition, I'm not afraid of you fighting." You are going to beat me to death with one palm, and I am also to blame, no wonder you, you can come with confidence. ”

The big man frowned and said, "Since you have come up, it seems that if I don't beat you, you will not give up, then I will come, you are always ready!"

After speaking, he didn't move the knife, but only stretched out his big hand and pushed it towards the old man's shoulder. The old man stood motionless, letting the big man push him.

Who knew that the big man pushed his palm on the old man's shoulder, and the old man actually stood there steadily, motionless, as if it was made of bronze.

The old man smiled again and said, "This hero, you can push harder, my old bones can still hold on." ”

Then the big man knew that this old man was not ordinary, he stuck the machete on the ground, spit twice in the palm of his hand, lifted his belt, took a breath, bent down and hit the old man's chest with his head.

The old man saw that the big man had used enough strength this time, nodded and smiled slightly. When one of the big man's bald heads hit the front of him, he suddenly retreated and turned around, and got out of the way.

(End of chapter)