After a long time, Duojiao slowly sat back in her seat and continued to watch.

"Is it okay to rest?" Yan Zhu asked with a smile. She was very patient and could finish her words like this. Now that Yi Shaocheng has arrived, is he still afraid that the cooked duck will fly away?

Duojiao also saw Yi Shaocheng's back and frowned, feeling even more worried. She had to bite the bullet and answer: "I originally wanted to rest, but as soon as I returned to the palace, I would hand over a stack of memorials. If it weren't for my aunt sending someone, I'm afraid Master Wen wouldn't let me leave easily."

"Hahahaha..." Looking at Duojiao's aggrieved look, Yanzhu no longer felt relieved before, and said in a cold tone: "This Dian Kingdom will hand it over to you sooner or later. Now you can get familiar with various national affairs as soon as possible. Although Lord Wen is a Han Chinese, he has a lot more thoughts in this government than those who claim to be old ministers. He is a capable minister. Han Chinese, but you, Xiao Duojiao, likes to use the counselors the most!"

Duojiao heard the meaning of a pun, and Yanzhu's eyes pointed directly at Yi Shaocheng in the distance, and stopped saying a word.

...

"If you can't win me, give up as soon as possible."

Wuya's eyes were grim, and he grinned at Tongmuli, and rushed over with his fist.

Tongmuli skillfully used a scimitar and slashed at Wuya on the head. Wuya quickly flashed sideways, stroked his red hair and fell with the knife, floating down leisurely.

"It's so dangerous, what a sharp knife!" Someone in the audience shouted.

Tongmu's fingers slowly brushed across the blade, and the face of the knife shone on his confident and slightly rebellious face.

But Wuya was unmoved. The color of the middle knuckles of the slightly drooping palm was becoming rich, gradually turning into scarlet, like a soldering iron in charcoal fire, emitting from the fingertips. Then a slight of snake-like lightning erupted from the bloody red, wrapping around the fingers.

"I want to use the trick taught by the master to completely defeat him."

"die."

Wuya finally said a word.

When Tong Muli was surprised, Wuya used the finger of the "Dragon Spike" to stab Tong Muli's front chest.

The old man in the audience could no longer help, and waved his hand and five cow hairs shot out.

hiss--

The flying cow hair tore the hollow, making a harsh sound, and pierced Wuya's vest from five directions, both ankles, and both elbows.

As if he had expected, Yi Shaocheng snorted coldly, suddenly inhaled heavily and vomited in front of him.

But a huge wave of wind and waves rushed out of the air.

The master fights, in the blink of an eye.

The huge storm instantly rolled up the five cow hairs... The cow hairs split into five strands and counterattacked the old man below the stage.

The old man knocked the crutch in his hand hard on the ground.

Bang!

His dim old eyes kicked, and the momentum suddenly burst out, as terrifying as if an old lion was still in spring. The strong vitality instantly swelled up, and suddenly pushed the people around him several feet away. The condensed breath condensed the surrounding air, forming a thick wall...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound is continuous.

The people who were not sure looked around and thought that it had exploded, but they did not see that it was the five waves of air that collided with the air wall to form a bursting sound.

After a while, the five cow hairs stopped in front of the old man, and the old man's breath that had been holding for a long time finally relaxed.

After the wall was broken, the five cow hairs also fell on the ground.

As soon as the breath was relaxed, the old man gasped violently while holding the crutch, coughing while wiping sweat.

Yi Shaocheng is obviously stronger than him. This comparison is consistent with the highest and lower points...

"If people get older, be more content. This is the business of young people. We can just watch it."

Yi Shaocheng, who was protecting the calf, sent a message to the old man's ears, and the warning was self-evident.

The old man slowly raised his head and saw the elegant young man on the other side of the platform looking calmly at the stage, without even looking at himself.

"What an arrogant young man!"

The old man bared his teeth and his face turned extremely gloomy.

As if he noticed his gaze, the elegant young man suddenly turned around and looked at him, squinted his eyes with a smile on his face.

Then a trace of sound penetrated into his ears, but it was even more unpleasant.

"Next time, I'll kill you!"

The old man's eyes froze and then his whole body trembled - but it was not because of fear, but because of anger. His half-in-the-ground people were all over the thirty-six tribes of the Great Dian Kingdom, and no one knew his reputation. It was just for the tribe that he was willing to disappear decades ago and focused on cultivating the young clan leader Tong Muli.

Thinking back to the time when the old man killed someone, the strange boy opposite him was not yet complete, but now he is backfiring.

The crutch was creaking... The crutch was grabbed and made a sound, and silky powdered wood chips squeezed out from the fingertips. On the fingers that were as thin as chicken feet, blue veins like big earthworms suddenly rose up.

...

On the stage, the old man's sneak attack was blocked. After Wuya's move paused, he attacked Tongmuli without moving forward.

Then he turned his fingers into a fist, jumped into the air and smashed it hard at Tong Mu's stomach.

Bang--

Tongmuli hit the competition platform hard. After a loud bang landed, a human-shaped pit appeared on the competition platform.

Wuya fell from the sky, raised his foot and lifted Tongmuli, and waved his fists forward. He punched him very fast, and he punched him without any fancy, and his fast fist cut out countless afterimages, forming a wall of fists.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang...

At this time, silence is better than sound. Because the speed is extremely fast, the gray fist is like a storm.

Attack, break, combo...

All the people were stunned. They had never seen such a simple, direct, rough, powerful and fast attack. The Tongmuli, which seemed to have an absolute advantage, has now become a human sandbag, and is severely tortured by the other party. They are beaten on their faces, heads, chests, and abdomen.

After a few breaths, Tongmuli took more than 200 punches in Wuya, and blood kept coming out of his mouth.

"roll!!!"

Wuya's roar made everyone's eardrums buzz!

Wuya raised his kick and kicked Tong Muli hard at the body.

Bang!!!

With a thunderous sound, the Tongmuli was bent into the shape of a shrimp when it was hit. When the sky was condensed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth, and the whole person flew out and smashed on the guardrail with a bang.

Dong!

The thick copper cast guardrail at the mouth of the bowl was bent on the spot.

The huge impact made Tongmu's internal organs churn, making it difficult for the whole body to calm down. A mouthful of thick blood gushed out of his throat again.

However, after just two breaths, Tong Muli stood up from the ground. After all, after taking the Mai Pill, the vitality in his body was still indestructible. He wiped the blood from his mouth, used the last power of his body to mobilize all the Yuanyang, and poured it into the knife.

At this moment, all the snow patterns on this extremely sharp sword lit up, as if the stars were flashing.

"Isn't dead yet?"

The audience looked at each other. Although they wanted to see an excellent competition, it was now a unilateral massacre, and it seemed that it would be difficult for this Tongmuli to give any new surprises.

...

These lit patterns become shining under the constant infusion of Yuanyang.

Finally, the two-foot-long scimitar was filled with orange yang, as if it was burned, and the sword-shaped outline gradually became larger, bigger, and bigger... until it turned into a huge orange-light scimitar that was 100 feet long.

"This is... Broken Mountains and Rivers!" An old voice sounded from the crowd.

"Broken mountains and rivers?" A voice in the crowd said in confusion.

"Broken mountains and rivers!" Another warrior screamed in surprise: "That is the famous skill of our Dian Kingdom's scimitar Kui Mulang countless years ago!"

"No," Cang's voice said: "To be precise, it should be the sword king Kui Mulang."

Shocked and enthusiastic discussions sounded in the crowd.

The King of the Great Dian Sword Kui Mulang is a legend more than 50 years ago. It once shocked the five tribes of the Qiang Kingdom that were powerful on the verge of power.

"No wonder I think this scimitar is unique. It turned out to be the saber of Kuimulang back then."

"Master Tongmuli is actually Kuimulang."

"A famous teacher and disciple are extraordinary. But this Wuya boy is stronger than him."

The voices in the audience talked for a while, but the final topic was still on this trick.

Speaking of this, everyone's eyes fell on the Tongmuli. At this moment, the Tongmuli was in a mess, covered in scars, and the blood on the corners of his mouth was still flowing even after it was wiped.

How could the word "miserable" be so good?
Chapter completed!