Yue Yun and Xue Dingshan were both stunned. Xue Dingshan said: "He is the Southern Barbarian envoy?"

"Well, I met him yesterday at the founding ceremony of the People's Republic of China. It can't be wrong."

"Even a small messenger can have such strength. There are so many heroes in the world."

Xue Dingshan said with a serious face, then walked out of the crowd to pay money to save his life, and then lined up to compete in the ring.

The people in front of Xue Dingshan are: Qin Yu, Qin Yi, and Qin Ming. They are all top-level masters, but none of them can persist for more than twenty moves.

When it was Xue Dingshan's turn to take the stage, he cupped his fists and said, "Xue Dingshan is here to ask for advice."

When everyone onlookers saw that the man on stage was actually the son of Governor Xue's family, they didn't mind watching the excitement and shouted to cheer for Xue Dingshan.

Amidst the cheers, Xue Dingshan and Zhu Rong fought together, and soon the fight exceeded twenty moves, and he became the first challenger to sustain more than twenty moves under Zhu Rong.

After twenty moves, Xue Dingshan shook his sore arms and looked at the relaxed Zhu Rong opposite, his heart filled with shock and solemnity.

The crowd onlookers didn't know the secret behind this. Seeing that Xue Dingshan persisted for more than twenty moves, they cheered even harder to cheer for Xue Dingshan. However, Xue Dingshan knew in his heart that he had lost in terms of punches and kicks. After all, the opponent's reaction was too easy.

, which shows that the opponent's skill is much stronger than his.

Xue Dingshan thought for a while and then said: "Master Zhu, do you dare to test your weapons with me?"

"Why not?"

After saying this, Zhu Rong took down a broadsword from the weapon rack, while Xue Dingshan took down a halberd, and the two began to enter the second round of fighting.

In the exchange of weapons, Zhu Rong's pressure on Xue Dingshan was not as great as that of fists and kicks. This also gave Xue Dingshan the confidence to win. However, when he was hitting Xue Dingshan, he found that something was wrong. Zhu Rong on the opposite side was like a bottomless pit.

powerful.

After fifty rounds, Xue Dingshan knelt on the ring, panting heavily, and could hardly hold on to the force in his hands. Although he was not injured, it was obvious that his physical and internal strength had been almost exhausted.

After Zhu Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead, he threw away the curling-edged sword and said with some unfinished expression: "I accept it."

Xue Dingshan gave a wry smile, returned the greeting, and then walked away tremblingly.

Wang Xuance and Wang Ben's eyes were full of surprise. Xue Dingshan's strength was among the younger generation, but among the top ones, he only lasted fifty rounds and lost. How strong is this Southern Barbarian envoy?

"Dingshan, just take a good rest, and leave it to me, Yue Yun."

Yue Yun patted Xue Dingshan on the shoulder, his face full of excitement, and he almost knocked Xue Dingshan down without controlling his strength.

"Be careful, this Southern Barbarian envoy is probably no weaker than my father."

Xue Dingshan said solemnly, after all, his father couldn't be defeated in fifty rounds.

"Don't worry, I won't lose."

With that said, Yue Yun was about to step onto the ring, but was stopped by Brother Chi Li, who told him that he had to pay the challenge fee first, otherwise he would not be able to compete on the stage.
Chapter completed!