Entering the ring is voluntary, and there is no responsibility for life and death, so generally rich people spend money to watch entertainment, and those poor people will go to the stage to make a living. If they win, they will get rich rewards, but they often lose. Most of them are, and those who can win are very few.
The men on the ring waved the victory with their hands raised, and at the same time they kept provoking the people below. Some were full of anger, but did not dare to go up, some were admiring, and some were full of passion. The provocative one came to the stage, and was knocked down after a few moments.
Mo Lingxuan looked at the kid who was beaten just now. He was taken off the ring and was thrown into the corner with blood all over him. No one cared about his life or death. Walking over to the corner, the child just passed out.
"Not bad." Mo Lingxuan dragged out a bottle from her sleeve, poured out a Guiyuan Pill, and gave it to him.
"Master, my master has a request." At this moment, a sonorous voice came from behind her.
Mo Lingxuan got up and turned around, and saw a stout man standing in front of her, looking arrogant, and didn't pay attention to him at all, Mo Lingxuan raised her eyebrows, and left sideways, ignoring him at all.
Seeing that Mo Lingxuan didn't give her face like this, the man went forward and went to pull her, but when he saw Mo Lingxuan's figure flickering, the man grabbed it, and Mo Lingxuan saw the blood flute in this hand pointing directly at him. The outstretched hand got bigger.
"Ah!" The man screamed, but the high voice of the ring had already covered his screams, and only a few people next to him were surprised when they saw it and watched.
"I'll kill you!" The man was enraged by Mo Lingxuan. He pulled out the big knife from his waist and slashed directly at Mo Lingxuan. Mo Lingxuan stepped back and avoided his full blow. He jumped up quickly, his toes landed on the tip of his knife, and Xue Xiao directly hit him in the head, saying that it was too late, and when he saw that the man was about to get this stick, he suddenly slapped him. The folding fan flew straight towards Mo Lingxuan.
Seeing this, she could only give up the movements in her hands, and turned her toes a little more sideways, and the folding fan swirled back and forth in the air and flew back.
Mo Lingxuan rolled over and kicked the man in the air. The man backed up and staggered back and forth, and fell to the ground. Then he saw the figure in the sky light up like a swallow and land firmly on the ground. on the ground.
There was a series of clapping behind him.
"Young master is very skilled."
However, she saw a tall man in a flowing red robe standing behind her, wearing a mask with gems inlaid between his eyebrows, and holding a folding fan in his hand. Full of wealth, graceful, extremely dazzling, there is a sense of romance in every gesture.
The people around have quieted down, and they are all surrounded by them, Mo Lingxuan frowned slightly, looked at him coldly, and then looked at the strong man on the ground.
The man would also agree: "This servant is ignorant. If there is any offense, I hope you will forgive me! If I ask you to have a drink in Shimohara, you will be able to make amends for your son."
"I don't know, no need!" Mo Lingxuan rejected him directly.
But I saw that the corner of the man's mouth twitched, without such a straightforward refusal, how many people wanted to eat with him and he didn't do it.
Mo Lingxuan saw that he was in the midst of a messy blow, she shook her head and walked over to pick up the person on the ground.
"What are you looking at, why don't you help?" When the man saw Mo Lingxuan's movements, he immediately ordered the servants beside him.
After walking out without hindrance, the person was taken to the best inn upstairs, and a doctor was also invited.
"Let's go!"