King Yan Jing said ruthlessly: "Old man Kong, I will go and see if you have three heads and six arms, and dare to provoke our ghosts! Erlangs, copy this guy! Go to Feiyuntang and destroy that old thing!"
Feiyuntang, Tianpan.
This place is completely different from the other side of the site. Whether it is the enthusiasm of the audience, the intensity of the fight, or the martial arts of the masters, the difference is so big that people even wonder if they are in a different place.
The biggest difference here is the money in the officer's pocket.
Most of the people who can enter the Tianpan to watch the martial arts are either rich or expensive, their net worth is not enough, and they have to be famous. Those who have no money, no name and no power, think of Tianpan, and they can only end up playing two hands and one way.
Bai Lian has played dozens of rounds here and won every game, but she has yet to touch the secret of Tianpan.
In the sky, there are still dozens of masters lurking in it.
These people are all Kong Duan's secret weapons.
They lie in ambush under the table, pretending they don't know each other, just waiting for Kong Duan's words to abandon their identities and turn into warriors under the sect of the Minister of Rites, or a knife that kills people on the rivers and lakes for him. In his spare time, it is an excellent tool for making money.
There are dozens or hundreds of masters under him, and so many players gather in Tianpan. The Tianpan Arena has four people together again. As long as they cooperate with each other in secret, there is no chance for foreign warriors to win. The outcome is not in the hands of Kong Duan. This is also why Kong Duan has the guts to manage the underground martial arts hall, and can also earn countless gold from Huang Chengcheng.
In addition, he has many masters, and there is no better way to hide than this.
Feiyuntang was originally the place where Kong Duan raised his troops.
And turning the place for raising soldiers into a place to make money for him is really a gift for Kong Shangshu. First, let these masters not be idle at ordinary times, so as not to be unfamiliar with the battle; secondly, to supply him with this large amount of huge consumption; thirdly, there is still a surplus.
He always loves to do things with one stone, and this is no exception. Kong Shangshu is not an official, and his business is really a good abacus.
These secret warriors under Kong Duan didn't come out during the day, so Bai Lian didn't meet any of them in the morning, but they were often active at night.
Because only night is the most bloodthirsty, brutal, and the most bloodthirsty, brutal, and eager to mix sword and blood audiences love to come.
Night is originally a color, a color that seems to wash away sins, find the most suitable excuse, and cover everything.
The enthusiasm and shouting of the audience awakened the samurai's desire for blood, so the fight became tighter and stronger, and the strong wind blew out more than ten feet. Obviously, the four of them were masters.
Now on the stage, three of the four warriors are Kong Duan's subordinates, and one is a foreign warrior. Therefore, the situation was extremely obvious, and the three besieged the remaining one. Among these Kong Duan's men, one used a knife, the other used a sword, and the other used a pair of 50-pound large copper hammers, which beat the man in the middle to the point where he couldn't stop spitting blood. If the foreign warrior had not relied on a bloody bravery, he would have fallen long ago.
The audience under the stage shouted shamelessly, but there was not much righteous indignation in their tone, which was the norm in Feiyuntang. In the shouts of the audience, there are more elements of booing than injustice.
With their joint efforts, the foreign warrior was beaten all over and was shaky on the sidelines.
The man who made the hammer laughed wildly: "Hu, you have a bit of backbone. You can hold on until now, but your brain is not very good, and you still don't admit defeat. Are you courting death?"
The person surrounded and beaten in the middle turned out to be Hu Wangxing, who had been pretending to be a mandarin duck knife in Shanxi for two days. After he woke up, he and his wife re-entered the arena, and his wife was pushed to the sky as Bai Lian, so she was no match for these tiger and wolf masters. Then it was his turn. Now that he was injured inside and outside, he lowered his head and said, "It's okay... I won three rounds, and you will let me and my wife leave... No regrets."
The man who used the knife smiled and said, "That's what the organizer promised, but it has nothing to do with me."
Hu Wangxing spat out a mouthful of blood and sneered, "Hey, what's the difference."
The man who made the hammer said: "It's a clever master, but it's a pity he's a bit stupid. Your daughter-in-law's flower-like person has fallen into the hands of us. It's been a while, and there are still others left?"
Hu Wangxing had always been worried about his wife's safety, and when he heard the words, he changed his color and said, "You dare! Scumbag!" But it was in the middle of the opponent's arms, the big man who made the hammer laughed, one hammer easily parried his knife, and the other hammer flew back like a shooting star and hit Hu Wangxing's chest.
Hearing a thud, blood spurted out of the air.
Hu Wangxing lay on his back, gradually exhaling more and less air, and his injuries were extremely heavy.
The fanatical shouts of the watchmen around him gradually faded away, and his consciousness gradually became blurred, but he heard a melodious singing sound, like the wind moving leaves and wandering in the woods.
"Buy a cow and learn to farm..."
A tall figure came from out of nowhere and walked straight towards the Tianpan Arena. He carried a gourd wine and walked slowly, as if he was in the mountains, indescribably leisurely.
"Yunjian thatched hut faces Lin Quan.
I also know that old age is short,
And spend a few years in the mountains. "
It was a very tall and free and easy figure. He wears a bronze mask, and his unrestrained attitude towards wine as a song makes people seem to be able to see the smile under the mask.
The voice is still young, but the poems are like the old mood of retreating in the mountains.
He was born at the peak of the rising sun, and grew up in the brilliance of the sun in the daytime.
However.
Ever since he didn't know when, he was accustomed to walking in the dark, as if he had become the incarnation of the dark night.
Night is the other side of day, who can say that this is not him
He walked to the bottom of the ring and said to Hu Wangxing.
"The dude is also a husband and wife. I have experience in this regard, it is not easy."
Hu Wangxing's eyes were blurred, it was difficult to focus, and he couldn't even speak.
The bronze mask smiled and said, "Next, I'll fight for him."
The big man made hammer angrily said: "Wu that reckless man, who are you!"
He swayed, not knowing how to move. A strong wind swept away, and the three of them suddenly felt unsteady on their feet, and each took a few steps back. Frightened, he bent his knees and knelt at the same time, Fang Deli ensured that he was not swept away by the strong wind.
The wind pressure of the bronze mask coming on stage shocked the three of them, and even moved the organizers' hearts.
Immediately, someone asked: "Feiyuntang welcomes any master to kick the hall! What is the name of this hero?"
"My name hasn't been used for a long time, it's all in the past."
He didn't continue talking, instead he squatted down, touched the carpet on the ring, and tore off a piece of it.
Under the carpet, the ring's true colors were revealed, and it turned out to be made of solid stone. I don't know what words were engraved on the stone surface. He slowly stroked it, as if he was communicating with his old friends, and his eyes were very nostalgic.
This slate is simple in texture and made of very ancient materials, which is completely different from the surrounding decoration. It seems that the ring was originally used for other purposes, but it was later used as a ring.
The organizer asked hesitantly, "Master, can you tell me your name?"
"OK."
When he raised his head again, his eyes suddenly burst into unexplained, pure bright red killing intent, his tone was as if blood was boiling.
"Old man Zhong Ning, please enlighten me."
Chapter 46: Endgame
Kong Duan, got up early in the morning. Before the first bird chirping, he had already dressed up and sat in front of the desk. It is unbelievable that the courtiers go to the morning court early, the fifth watch is coming, and the third watch is rising. Therefore, the elders are accustomed to sleeping longer in the days other than morning to make up for the lack of sleep.