Xiao Changge only felt that he was pushed to the ground with a strong force, his arms were twisted violently behind his back, and the Mingmen on his lower back and the Dazhui point on his neck were restrained. His whole body's spiritual energy could not function, and he lost the ability to resist.

"Admit defeat." A cold voice sounded behind him.

"No, I won't admit defeat. It's not fair." Xiao Changge was inexplicably stubborn, "Obviously I stopped first."

"Who told you fairness? There is no fairness in this world. Only the winner has the qualification to say fairness."

Zhuo Yu pushed the head of his subordinate into the pool.

On the ring, the battle is considered over when one party admits defeat, falls into a coma, or is thrown out of the arena.

But he didn't dare to let go of his man for a moment. He also had to admit that this Xiao Changge was a difficult opponent. If he let go of him, he didn't know if he would have a chance to control him again.

"If you admit defeat, raise your hands or I will drown you alive."

His men struggled desperately, but refused to raise their only moving hand to express surrender.

A stream of fire fell from the stands outside the venue into the ring. Someone pushed Zhuo Yu away and pulled Xiao Changge up from the water.

This person is Xiao Changge’s master, Master Kongji of Xuandan Peak.

"Are you okay?" he asked his apprentice who had choked on the water.

"No...it's okay." Xiao Changge reluctantly waved his hand while coughing.

The ugly scar on Kongji's eyelids trembled. He stared at Zhuo Yu in front of him with disgust and said, "It's exactly the same as that scum back then. What a disgusting thing."

He mentioned his apprentice and Yuqi left the ring, leaving behind a sentence: "We lose!"

There was a low discussion in the audience stage.

The winner on the ring received no cheers or applause, and stood there alone.

"How is it? Zhuo Yu is your opponent in the next match. Do you hate this person?" Miao Hong'er asked Mu Xue sideways.

"I don't hate it. What is there to hate?" Mu Xue didn't understand the thoughts of these people in the stands, "In fighting, everyone has to use their own methods. No matter how you win within the rules, you will be considered a winner. Besides, this can only be blamed on Xiao

Changge is too inexperienced in combat, I think he will lose sooner or later."

"Oh, you are quite open-minded. But this Zhuo Yu is a ruthless person, so please be careful."

Mu Xue laughed. He hurt senior sister Lan Lan, and it happened to be him in the next game. The debt could finally be settled now.

"You're still laughing, you're not afraid," Miao Hong'er stretched out her hand to tickle Mu Xue, "You little girl who doesn't know how high the sky is, are you scared?"

"I'm scared." Mu Xue took Miao Hong'er's arm and surrendered. She looked up at the lonely figure standing on the ring.

If I hadn't met Master and these brothers and sisters in this life, I would be more ruthless than that person, and I wouldn't know what all the tenderness in the world is.

…

In a teahouse in Futong City, there was a storyteller in the lobby, leading his young disciples to tell the latest storybook.

Under the stage, those hunters who were bleeding day and night, listening to the ups and downs of fragrant legends, temporarily forgot about the ferocious claws of beasts and the dangerous battlefield of monsters. They whistled happily, asking the gentleman not to show off.

Be more detailed.

The storyteller was eloquent, hesitant, and told the poignant and beautiful things deeply, making the listeners entranced.

Just as he was talking about the wonderful point, he hit the allegro in his hand and spoke faster and faster, "I just say that Master Mu is a master among flowers. Now that he has tasted the taste, he throws her little apprentice away. This is

I went to flirt with the young master of the Yan family again."

Before these words could be heard, a guest in black robe who was sitting quietly in the corner suddenly appeared in front of him without knowing how to move, grabbed his collar, and pressed him hard on the desk.

superior.

When the audience present saw someone being so domineering while everyone was listening, they cursed and stood up with weapons in hand.

But he saw the black iron scales on the arm of the perpetrator covered the ceremony like a tide. It became the iconic armor of a person with a murderous reputation in the legend.

All the indignant listeners restrained their anger at that moment, excused each other for a few times, and left with a clatter.

"What did you just say?" The man pinched the storyteller's neck with his cold hands. He spoke lukewarmly, revealing a handsome face that made the storyteller's heart tremble.

"No, no... I didn't say anything, I didn't say anything." The storyteller's chest trembled and he was almost speechless.

Everyone has been making up this story for hundreds of years, and no one from Cen has ever had any opinions.

The real story is there, a strong and handsome man who has been in love for a hundred years. Of course, it is a good material for the story. It has become a classic erotic story that has been passed down by everyone for hundreds of years.

In fact, Cen Qianshan himself lives in a deserted old site and almost never shows up in the new city. What kind of bad luck did he have to bump into him and come to listen to the book in person?

"Everyone Cen, I was wrong. I made a mistake." He frowned, raised his hands, and carefully tried to please him, "Next time I will never talk nonsense like this. I will definitely say it properly."

Although the adult did not kill him, his cold iron claws did not let go.

The storyteller's mind began to work rapidly, trying to recall the most offensive part of the joke he just told.

"Yes... that's right. What I just said was indeed not good. Next time, if I describe the story carefully, I will definitely let you show off your talents and make everyone in Mu be obedient to you and serve you gently." He

Carefully testing, while speaking, he reached out his hand to loosen the iron armor that was pressed against his neck.

Several gleaming blades protruded from the armor and touched his neck.

The storyteller was almost scared to tears, "Well, what do you want to do? I'll make it up as you say, okay?"

The man only looked at him coldly but refused to take the initiative to speak.

The young disciple popped up a little head from the edge of the table where he was hiding, and said tentatively, "Next...next time, let the Mu family ignore the young master of the Yan family and send him away."

The sharp blade on the armor loosened and was finally put back.

The storyteller was inspired and said quickly, "Yes, yes, everyone has you, Mu. How can we look at other vulgar fans? Next time, she will definitely push away that Young Master Yan."

, Mr. Liu’s hookup. I only want to be with... Hehe, I’m so sweet with you, we live happily together.”

"Really?" The voice sounded again, "Really, can it be like this?"

"It's true, it's true, it must be true." The storyteller said with a grimace, "Actually, we have these extra characters in the storybook, and that's all to set off you. In addition, to add a little more twists and turns to the story, in fact, whenever I see you

With such an appearance, is there any woman in the world who can look at other men?"

The clamping feeling on the neck was finally loosened. The life-threatening Yama disappeared just like when he suddenly appeared.

Only a few spiritual stones were left rolling on the table.

The storyteller looked left and right, put the spiritual stones into his arms, squatted under the table and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

"Thanks to my apprentice's cleverness this time, otherwise I would have died as a master." He held his apprentice's hand with emotion.

The door curtain of Niu Kee Restaurant near the teahouse was opened.

Cen Qianshan walked in wearing a black robe.

Niu Dashuai, who was sitting with his legs crossed behind the counter, jumped down and pulled him aside.

"I've spent all the spiritual stones you gave me, and I finally got some news over there." He looked around at no one, and whispered, "I heard that the imperial formation that is held once every ten years is about to be held.

Reputable sects have been selecting outstanding disciples recently. They are planning to send them to us to try them out and hunt for heavenly materials and earthly treasures."

Cen Qianshan suddenly raised his face, moved his lips but said nothing.
Chapter completed!