"Zuoyanei?"
Long Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked steadily at the young man in brocade robes in the audience, and then smiled casually: "I didn't expect that Yameni also came to the ancient market, but this person has a personal grudge with my Long family, and Yameni will never be connected. Are you unwilling to sell me even this little face?"
"Sell! Why not sell?"
The corners of the young man's lips raised, and he smiled wildly: "But the rules of our South Street Temple Market must not be broken, otherwise who would dare to come to our South Street Temple Market to compete in the ring and have fun? Young Master Long, are you right?"
Long Heng was noncommittal. He suddenly stepped in front of Chu Xisheng and slapped Chu Xisheng's face with an extremely abrupt palm.
He was too lazy to quarrel with the yamen of the county magistrate's family, so he killed the son. The left yamen could only yell and curse a few words, which was insignificant.
But at this moment, a slim figure in red clothes and red hair appeared in front of Chu Xisheng like a ghost.
One of her short swords happened to block Long Heng's right palm.
This woman was clearly outmatched. Not only did she slide back three steps after taking over, her entire arm was covered with a thin layer of ice.
A bit of cold air spread back, causing Chu Xisheng behind to shiver.
Long Heng's expression turned cold: "Below the sixth rank?"
When did this Jun Cheng's yamen recruit such a master?
Zuo Yanei's face was as dark as iron, with a green air: "Set up the arrows to recruit troops!"
He stared at Long Heng with cold eyes: "Long Heng! People say you are arrogant, but you are indeed arrogant beyond measure. You can look down on me, Zuo Qingyun, but you have to take the centuries-old rules of the Nanjie Temple Market into consideration. inside."
Chu Xisheng knew that the so-called ringing arrows were also called 'ringing dysprosium'. Usually a small bamboo whistle is tied to the arrow shaft. When the arrow flies, it will make a sharp whistle that can be heard for miles.
Sure enough, when a long arrow rose into the sky and made a sharp sound in the clouds, the entire South Street Temple Market was in a commotion. In less than a moment, six to seven hundred strong men in red robes and armed with weapons came from all directions. The tide surged out, completely surrounding the arena.
Long Heng glanced around, but his expression remained unchanged, his eyes full of sarcasm.
He flicked his sleeves slightly, and an ice-blue sword at his side suddenly came out of its sheath and was nailed to the ground. At the same time, a powerful cold force grew from the sword and filled the entire arena: "Tell me the conditions and how you want to hand him over to me. I will decide this son's life. Otherwise, Long, I don't mind washing the Temple Street with blood." .”
Chu Xisheng found that the uppers of his shoes were frozen in the ice.
Zuo Yanei sneered disdainfully, and the coldness in his eyes became even stronger: "Who are you trying to scare? You dare to try in the temple market today. I want to see if you, a dragon crossing the river, can return to the West Bank alive?"
He then turned his head and looked at Chu Xisheng: "Hey! Little brother, do you mind having a few life-and-death matches? Zuo guarantees that you will not suffer any loss."
Chu Xisheng raised his eyebrows slightly and responded unequivocally: "Chu doesn't mind, thank you Yanei for protecting me!"
Looking at today's scene, he might not be able to control it with Lu Luanli's cultivation level.
It was an unexpected surprise that Zuo Yanei was willing to stand up for him.
Chu Xisheng decided that there was no reason to smear the other person's face.
Unless absolutely necessary, he would never want Chu Yunyun to expose her identity.
"Good man!"
Zuo Yanei laughed loudly, and then looked at Long Heng: "If you want to kill people in our South Street Temple Market, you can only fight to the death! This little brother's cultivation level is only lower than the ninth rank, but since he is standing in the ring above the ninth rank Above, then it will be calculated based on the cultivation level of 'Ninth Grade'.
However, I see that he is obviously ill and lacks physical strength, so I will take one hour as the criterion. Within an hour, any hero under your command can go on stage to compete as long as their cultivation level does not exceed the ninth level.
You can take his life in the life and death contest, I have nothing to say, but if you can't take it, then let it all go, all grudges will be put to rest, and your Long family will no longer cause trouble for him. How about it? Mr. Long, I have drawn a line now, do you dare to take it? "
When Long Sheng heard this, he turned his head and glanced at Chu Xisheng up and down, and then sighed slightly: "Then just follow what Yanei said!"
With a flick of his robe sleeves, a burst of true energy pulled out all the two long swords on the stage. Then he stepped off the stage and looked at the subordinates and his second brother Long Sheng who were coming towards him.
"You go up later." Long Heng put his hands behind his back and looked directly at his second brother Long Sheng: "Your martial arts Yuan Gong has been cultivated to the ninth level, and your sword skills have also improved greatly. It will not be difficult to kill him."
Long Sheng's face turned pale and he shook his head violently.
He is still deeply impressed by Chu Xisheng's knife.
Long Sheng came here today to see how Chu Xisheng died, not to watch a monkey show in a life-and-death contest.
And he had heard rumors that Chu Xisheng was already the chief of the inner sect of Zhengyang Martial Arts School, and he even won the first place in the actual combat assessment half a month ago.
Although this rumor is too absurd, Chu Xisheng's first place was also due to a coincidence.
But if Chu Xisheng didn't have any ability, how could such absurd rumors spread?
"waste!"
Long Heng's eyes showed disappointment. He snorted and turned to look at a strong man wearing heavy armor on the left: "Heng Fifteen, it is said that this man's sword skills are very fast and his figure is not bad." Be agile. You will take off your armor later and go up and replace it with a magic-forged light steel sword. Kill this person and I will give you an eighth-grade Yuan Gong secret medicine."
After hearing this, Heng Shiwu took off his heavy armor without hesitation and strode onto the ring.
The people around him could not help but look surprised.
The eighth-grade Yuan Gong secret medicine, even the cheapest one, is worth as much as a thousand taels of magic silver.
But they couldn't envy this.
Heng Shiwu is the chief of the "Hengmen Eighteen Cavalry" under Long Heng. He is the strongest among the eighteen, and he has excellent attainments in body and sword skills.
At this moment, a middle-aged man in red in the distance suddenly roared: "Someone is fighting to the death! As usual, go to the mountain of swords!"
"Roar!"
At this moment, more than two hundred big men in red roared at the same time, and the sound shook the sky.
They inserted more than two hundred long knives on the edge of the ring, and a cold light flashed instantly.
After this, only the winner will be able to walk off the ring alive.
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Long Heng didn't care about the scene in the ring.
He knew that Long Shiwu's combat power was at least among the top ten in Zhengyang Martial Arts School.
The moment this person took the stage, Chu Xisheng was close to death.
He walked directly to a nearby restaurant and sat down by the window on the third floor.
The view here is wide and you can overlook the arena below.
The shopkeeper of the restaurant consciously served him refreshments.
At this time, Zuo Qingyun from Zuoyan came over, waving a folding fan, and sat down opposite him with a leisurely expression: "I'm very curious, how did that little brother offend you, Mr. Long? He refused to give up for a mere ninth-grade man. ?”
"He saved Tie Xiaosheng of the Iron Banner Gang from me."
Long Heng raised the tea cup and glanced at the astonished Zuo Qingyun with a half-smile: "Thank you, Brother Zuo, for finally giving me some thin noodles."
Zuo Qingyun narrowed his eyes, and then raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Don't talk too much, I don't think this little brother is a mortal."
Long Heng laughed dumbly and lowered his head to drink tea.
"You'll know if you're a mortal or not -"
At this moment, another loud roar came from the north side of the ring: "Attention, the drum sounds three times! You two can't take action until the third drum sounds!"
Chu Xisheng, who was on the stage, pressed the handle of the knife with his hand and looked at the strong young man opposite him with an indifferent expression.
The two of them had signed a life and death certificate, and Chu Xisheng knew this person's name, which was Heng Shiwu.
This person also had an expressionless face, and his whole person was as cold and hard as a rock.
You can only get a glimpse of this man's mood from the knotted and tight muscles of his right arm, which is not as calm as he appears.
When the first drum sounded, everything was quiet inside and outside the stage. Only some people gathered at the pavilion to place bets, making a little noise.
Chu Xisheng swallowed a 'Divine Power Pill' at this moment.
During the martial arts competition at Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall, he had never used the magic pill and felt that using it to bully his fellow disciples was not very righteous.
But today it was a life and death fight, leaving no room for anything.
The second drum sounded, and the muscles of both men's arms swelled at the same time. Their breathing became extremely heavy.
And just when the third drum sounded, Chu Xisheng's pupils opened slightly.
"choke!"
A black arc of light, like electricity, came out of its sheath and swept across the area half a foot in front of him.
And Heng Shiwu's head was instantly thrown into the air, with a large amount of blood splattering in all directions.
Above the restaurant, Long Heng paused with the teacup in his hand. He looked at the young man in the center of the ring with a slightly cold expression.
Chu Yunyun in the audience raised the corners of her lips slightly, feeling relieved.
That guy, he has improved again——
