He knew Xuanyuan Po.
Xuanyuan Po was also a little surprised because he knew this little official.
Just a few days ago in the tavern, this petty official was drunk and said many vicious words to him.
Seeing Xuanyuan Po, that petty official was very surprised, and asked: "What are you doing here, kid?"
Xuanyuan Po pointed to the register on the table and said: "They said they want to register their names here."
The petty official was stunned before he realized it, and said, "You want to participate in the heavenly election?"
Xuanyuan Po said: "Yes."
The petty official burst out laughing, and said mockingly, "You useless man also wants to marry Her Royal Highness?"
Xuanyuan Po said: "I never thought about marrying His Highness, but I want to participate in the selection."
The petty official said with a disdainful expression: "I think you want to die."
There were not many contestants in this arena, and Xuanyuan Po's burly and eye-catching figure had already attracted some people's attention. At this time, hearing the laughter and mockery of that petty official, more people looked over. Pine Town was originally a small place, so it was easy to meet acquaintances. Among the onlookers, there were a few drinkers who often went to taverns. Seeing this scene, they quickly walked over. After knowing Xuanyuan Po's intentions, they were very surprised and persuaded him. Quickly dismiss this idea.
"I said you are not crazy, right? This is not nonsense!"
"Didn't you hear that Xihuang Dao Temple didn't send a single priest this time? It's okay to have medical officers from the imperial court and the Presbyterian Church staring at the arena in the upper city. What if we get injured here, but no one will replace you. Doctor, when the time comes, the blood will not stop, you will really die!"
"Even if you are ridiculed for a few words on weekdays, why take the risk just to prove yourself?"
Xuanyuan Po remained silent and did not respond to these concerns. Seeing this situation, the drinkers did not say anything more.
The little official looked at him and said mockingly, "If you insist on dying, that's up to you, but don't cry too badly on stage."
Xuanyuan Po picked up the ink pen, wrote down his name and related information on the directory, and took a piece of cloth to tie it around his right wrist.
Time passed, and finally it was his turn to step onto the ring.
The onlookers around the ring asked each other about his origin.
A gambler's deacon thought about the previous scene, squeezed to the table and asked the official, "Do you need to pay attention?"
The petty official said with a sneer, "It's just a dish washer who boasted that he had been to the capital and thought he was such a great person."
A drinker who tried to stop Xuanyuan Po earlier said, "He has indeed been to the capital."
The petty official was very angry after being refuted, his face flushed a little, and he shouted: "So what? Even if he used to be majestic before, he is just a waste now!"
The cool morning breeze blows away the cooking smoke and heat fog in Matsumachi, and also shakes the cloth strips on the candidates' wrists.
Xuanyuan Po's figure is tall and tall, but his opponent is even more burly.
The burly middle-aged man glanced at Xuanyuan Po's shrunken right arm like a branch, with a look of contempt in his eyes, and said: "I feel sorry for you when you met me in the first place."
After saying this, accompanied by a very clear rattling sound, his body became even taller, like a hill, casting a shadow on the ring.
Looking at this scene, the onlookers around the arena were shocked, wondering why people from the Xiang clan came here
No matter in which era, the Xiang clan is the top three clans of the monster clan, and even the most ordinary clan members possess unimaginable divine power.
Logically speaking, a kid from such a rich family should go to the arena near the imperial palace and castle tower. How could he come to such a small place as Matsumachi
The carp deacon who was in charge of judging the outcome of the ring narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly figured out the reason.
The supervisor from the Presbyterian Church closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping, obviously knowing this beforehand.
Feeling the powerful aura emanating from the Xiang clan disciple, the official of the demon court raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that with such strength, coupled with the supplement of the Xiang clan's secret method, if he had practiced for two years, he should Qualified to become the Red River Demon Guard, but came to Songding to compete today, it seems that the picture is not small.
Thinking in this way, this Yaoting official looked at Xuanyuan Po with many complicated emotions.
He didn't hear the previous disputes in the arena, and he didn't know the origin of this calm-looking young man from the Xiong clan. He just felt that this boy had obviously lost his arm, but he still came to participate in the selection. His courage was really commendable, but it was a pity It was a pity to meet an invincible opponent at the beginning.
Xuanyuan Po didn't know what that demon court official was thinking, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
It's like he heard what his opponent said, and he didn't care, the time was still early in the morning, and the group arena match was just the first match. If he wanted to get to the palace, it would take a long time and he would have to fight many matches, just like he chose The reason for this arena in Matsucho is the same, he needs to save time.
Therefore, he didn't say anything to the opponent, nor did he wait quietly and leisurely for the opponent to make a move like a real master, but walked directly towards the opponent, his steps seemed a little hurried, so in the eyes of the onlookers, It seemed a little flustered.
The look of contempt in the eyes of that Xiang clan disciple became more intense.
Xuanyuan Po raised his fist and punched forward.
His right arm was shriveled, and his sleeve was flapping in the morning wind.
He threw a left fist.
His fist didn't look like anything special, it was straight and unremarkable, and the angle of the fist was also very ordinary. It was not a move at all, just like smashing.
The disciple of the Xiang family didn't expect that he would strike without any greeting, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, he let out a deep drink, and also punched him.
The disciples of the Xiang clan were as tall as a mountain, and their fists were huge, like a boulder falling from the top of the mountain.
The giant fist pierced through the air, bringing up a howling wind, and some fragments of starlight were hidden in it, and the momentum was quite astonishing.
In comparison, Xuanyuan Po's fist is so ordinary, without any power to speak of.
The two fists are getting closer and closer, and they are about to meet, and the contrast formed is more vivid.
The giant fists of Xiang clan disciples made Xuanyuan Po's fists look pitiful.
Some onlookers, thinking about the tragic scene later, couldn't bear to watch any more, and turned their heads away.
Xuanyuan Po didn't turn his head, didn't even blink his eyes, he was still so calm, or dull.
Was he dumbfounded by the opponent's punch, or was he too stupid to react at all
Some people in the arena thought so.
The little official stood up from behind the table, staring at the scene on the ring, expecting this maliciously.
The official of the demon court kept watching the scene on the ring, he was sure that Xuanyuan Po was not frightened, nor was he unable to react, because Xuanyuan Po's breathing was not disordered.
So he couldn't understand that since it was obvious that he was no match in terms of strength, Xuanyuan Po didn't make any other moves and still continued to punch forward.
If not because of absolute self-confidence, then because of pride and dignity
Thinking of this, the Yaoting official suddenly admired Xuanyuan Po's courage.
Under the gaze of maliciousness, cruelty, intolerance, or regret.
Xuanyuan Po's fist finally met the fist of that Xiang clan disciple.
From the outside, the two fists are very different.
When their fists met, it looked like a small stone had fallen on a boulder.
If you consider the power gap between the two fists, it's more like an egg hitting a boulder.
There was a soft sound on the ring.
There was a snap, really like an egg breaking.
What was shocking was that Xuanyuan Po's fist was not broken, nor was it blown into the sky by the boulder like a pebble.
His fist and the fist of Xiangzu's disciples were tightly pressed against each other.
His fist looks so small, but it is so stable.
Countless light sounds followed closely, and then gradually became clear and deafening.
Click!
It's like the cliff that fell off yesterday.
Boom!
It was as if the cliff fell into the Red River, causing countless huge waves.
The air waves on the ring stage turned into countless gusts of wind, whistling and kicking up countless dust.
There was a look of extreme horror in the eyes of the Xiang clan disciple, and he howled in pain and despair.
The howling wind with a shrill sound suddenly disappeared, leaving only a little lingering around the ring, which moved Xuanyuan Po's somewhat empty sleeves, and then landed on the Xiang clan's disciples.
The burly body like a hill gradually became shorter in these seemingly gentle winds, and then collapsed.
The disciple of the Xiang clan sat slumped on the ring, his right arm was hanging limply, and blood was overflowing from his sleeve.
The light snap on the ring and the subsequent rattles were all broken sounds.
When his fist met Xuanyuan Po's, the first thing that touched was his finger.
So his phalanx was broken.
Then, his wrist was broken.
Then, his arm bone was broken.
In the end, he even broke his shoulder bone.
His face was extremely pale, his eyes were terrified, his body was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or blood or anything else.
Xuanyuan Po withdrew his fist and did not attack again.
Looking at this scene, the disciple of the Xiang family knew that he had survived, and the panic in his eyes turned into bewilderment, and then gradually became lax.
On the level of strength that he was most proud of, he was so defeated that he had nothing to say.
He couldn't even conceive the thought of revenge, because the power displayed by Xuanyuan Po was too strong, unbelievably strong.
This unimaginable gap directly crushed his body and fighting will, and even crushed his spirit.
He began to vomit non-stop, throwing up all the breakfast he had eaten onto the ring, and the unpleasant smell gradually overflowed.
Neither the carp deacon standing on the ring nor the two officials in charge of supervision seemed to smell this smell.
The ordinary officials around the arena, as well as the onlookers, were even more speechless.
Who is this bear youth
Why does that seemingly ordinary fist have such terrifying power
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