A gong sounded and the two sides fought.
The atmosphere in the ring was tense instantly.
There were many afterimages on the stage.
The shouts and shouts from the audience gradually disappeared.
Everyone's hearts were raised following the stalemate on the stage, nervously waiting for the outcome.
On the third floor of Liangjifang, the three boys of the Su family were dazzled by what they saw. Su Wu scratched his head anxiously, "Can you see clearly?"
The fight was too fast, and he could only see a shadow. He didn't know whether Uncle Ziyi could win.
Tianbao stared down, "I can see it clearly."
Bai Yu couldn't take his eyes away, "The move is indeed strange."
The old man put his hands on his hips and his eyes were heavy, "Grandpa has never seen this kind of fighting method. The five claws are like hooks and the wrist is used as a shield, but he can survive the shadow of the sword unscathed."
He had lived a long life, and before coming to the exile, he had traveled all over the country and fought against countless masters.
He was familiar with all the martial arts schools in Dai Viet, and at least he had seen most of them.
Even he couldn't figure out the way, and even the Bai family and Wangque Tower couldn't find out the history for a while. These people were really weird.
He had to go back and find Bai Xiaofeng to make a summary.
If the other party tries to trick his sweetheart like the people from the mysterious tribe last time, he can be on guard in advance.
Beside the railing, Tianbao suddenly leaned forward, his dark eyes staring at somewhere downstairs.
Bai Yu immediately noticed something strange about her, "Tianbao, what's wrong?"
The girl nodded her chin, "He stared at me, and I stared back."
Everyone, "..."
Following Tianbao's line of sight, the focus was one of the people sitting on a chair under the ring, waiting to come on.
The old man and the young boy all squinted their eyes, then opened their eyes and stared at that person.
Bigger than eyes?
Who looks like he has no eyes!
There are four people sitting there.
The leader sitting at the table looked at the battle situation on the stage without squinting, his lips moved slightly, "Go back and receive your punishment."
A muffled voice from the side said, "Follow the order."
At this time, a muffled groan came from the stage, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.
The figures of the two people who were fighting were temporarily separated, allowing onlookers to see their situation clearly.
I saw a deep and long sword mark on the arm of the strong man with bare arms. If the sword wielder had been half as strong, he could have cut off the arm bone.
There was a triangle dart stuck in the right shoulder of Ziyi, and red blood dripped down from the corner of the dart, quickly staining the white shirt with a line of blood red.
Someone in the crowd yelled, "Fuck, this bastard used a concealed weapon to attack!"
One person speaks for a hundred people, "No wonder all the invincible opponents in the streets have a reputation for winning by playing dirty tricks!"
"It's too early to tell, you scallion-nosed pig pretending to be your mother! Get off the stage!"
"If you want to use concealed weapons, you should make it clear early on. Such tricks are ridiculous, bah! If you don't want to be on the table, get off!"
The shouts of rolling down immediately rose in waves.
The brawny man with bare arms didn't take it seriously at all. He stood in the ring with an arrogant attitude and contemptuous eyes, "Hahaha! What a bunch of ignorant rats. This is the Bijifang Arena. It only stipulates that anyone can challenge on the stage when the ring starts. When does it stipulate that no one is allowed on the stage? Did you use a hidden weapon? Just when you were about to lose, you told me to step down. Could it be that you people in Fengyun City cannot afford to lose?"
"Damn it, who do you think can't afford to lose? You're just using tricks, and you're talking about the rules without any shame! You maggots who came out of nowhere are so shameless! If you had shown your sword and your gun, Zi Yi would have knocked you down long ago!"
"Don't be afraid to show off your words. I'm on the stage. If anyone refuses to accept it, wait until I beat this pretty boy down. You can come and challenge me!"
Ziyi suppressed the intruding pain on his shoulders, pointed his long sword straight at the shouting man, his eyebrows were sharp and cold, "There is no need to talk too much, you will know who loses and who wins, you will know after fighting!"
The big man raised his mouth in contempt, his lower body sank, and he dashed forward quickly, "Since you are anxious to return to the west, I will come to see you off right now!"
The two of them passed each other as soon as they touched each other.
Each stopped.
This time the two sides only exchanged one move.
The white figure behind him stumbled, using his sword to support himself on the ground and trying to stand firm.
Behind him, the big man stood still for a while.
There was dead silence all around, everyone was staring upwards, their hearts in their throats.
When they saw the big man suddenly falling forward with their own eyes, the crowd burst into loud cheers, "Win! Wei Yi wins, hahaha!"
"You arrogant little turtles think you are invincible after winning a few times on the streets. That's because you haven't met the real masters in the inner city! Today I will teach you how to behave!"
"Hey, you're back to the west, you're back to the west. Why don't you guys carry your people down? By the way, since you are new here and are not familiar with the inner city, I would like to remind you that there are mass graves on the west side of the city!"
The four people on the chairs had cold expressions on their faces, and their eyes were filled with anger.
The leader gave Zi Yi a cold look and made a gesture, and the three people next to him immediately came to the stage and lifted the person off.
The big man stabbed his opponent in the chest. If his opponent had not been injured on his shoulder, he would have ended up cutting him in the middle.
The people on the third floor will watch the whole process.
Su An, Su Wen, Su Wu and others cheered loudly, only to see another big man jump onto the stage.
"??!" How shameless is this?
Even their children can see that Uncle Ziyi is injured and has no strength to fight anymore. These shameless people actually jump up to challenge him?
Su Wu said angrily, "That bastard turtle grandson wants to take advantage of Uncle Ziyi's head!"
Su An grabbed Bai Yu's shoulder and shook it violently, "Bai Yu, Liangjifang belongs to your family, right? Find a way to call Uncle Ziyi down, no fight!"
Bai Yu frowned and looked at the situation below, "Liangjifang has the rules of Liangjifang. The rules cannot be broken. If someone comes up to challenge, no matter what the situation, they must fight until the winner is determined. Similarly, if anyone is dissatisfied after the winner is determined, , you can continue to challenge, regardless of priority."
"Is there no other way?"
"Yes, let Uncle Ziyi admit defeat on his own initiative."
So what are you waiting for? Su Wen put his hands in front of his mouth as a trumpet, "Uncle Ziyi, let's not fight! Give up! Give up!"
Ziyi heard faintly, and forced himself to look back, then his vision went black and he fell down suddenly.
Only then did everyone realize that the blood overflowing from his shoulder had turned from red to black.
That dart is poisonous!
There were cheers and curses all around the ring.
The three boys gave a thumbs up to the strong man in the audience, raised their eyebrows and yelled, "Fuck your mother!"
The strong man looked around and said, "Humph, you are a bunch of trash who can only talk and talk. Now I am standing here. Anyone who dares to fight, come up!"
Bai Yu whispered instructions to the boy waiting on the third floor, and soon someone carried Zi Yi up to the third floor. Du Buguo immediately started to detoxify him.
After everyone was so distracted, what they saw when they turned around was Tianbao's back.
The little girl flew down from the third floor, carrying half of the Moon Drinking Sword, and landed firmly on the ring, looking eye to eye with the strong man.
"???"
"!!!"
The small square of Liangjifang, which was always lively, was now quiet.
Old people from the inner city who have watched the ring for hundreds and eighty times have never seen such a duel.
A little kid who looks like five or six years old, standing as high as a big man's knees, dares to challenge on stage while carrying a broken knife?
"No, isn't this little baby always sitting on Du Buguo's shoulder?!"
"That knife she is carrying! Isn't it a weapon that never leaves her body?!"
"Grandma, what's going on!"
