Everyone cheered again, and the beautiful woman looked very proud of herself standing on top of the eagle.
At this time, the master of Baixiang Cliff and his wife appeared in the crowd again. The young master Chiyu said to Grandma Qin: "What did those two people do? It's so mysterious!"
Just as he said that, the third round of competition began.
A stubby black man came up barefoot and dressed in black. He had curly hair, was messy, and was swearing. He was holding an iron rod in his hand and deliberately kicked the dust with his feet. He walked to the venue.
In the center, he shouted: "Who dares to come up and fight me? Watch grandpa beat you to death with a stick!"
Immediately there was a noise in the crowd. The big black man looked around with disdain on his face and shouted: "Who else? Come up quickly! Don't keep Grandpa and me waiting!"
There was another burst of noise from the crowd, but still no one responded.
"Isn't it right? This match has been arranged! How could this happen?" the young master Chi Yu said, looking at Grandma Qin, waiting for her response.
Grandma Qin looked at the little master Chi Yu and said, "That's logically true! But, the momentum of that big black man might have frightened his opponent, right?"
"That's not right! I'm thinking that someone must have done some trick. Something happened to this big black man's opponent!" said the little master Akabane with a solemn expression.
Grandma Qin thought for a while and said, "It's possible! In that case, it would be complicated!"
"Hey! Where has our Molong gone? Why hasn't he appeared yet? I can't wait!" the little master Akabane said a little excitedly.
Grandma Qin said nothing.
When the two of them looked outside again, a tall and slender man had appeared in the center of the field. He looked as if he would be blown over by a gust of wind.
The big black man immediately swung the big iron rod and rushed forward, hitting his opponent. The tall and slender man dodged lightly. The big black man followed up with another stick, hitting the opponent's legs.
After sweeping over, the slender boy jumped away again.
Neither of the two sticks hit him. The big black man screamed, jumped up, and hit his opponent's forehead with another stick. At this time, the tall and tall man suddenly pulled out a thin rope from his waist and threw it away fiercely.
In the past, the big black man was caught off guard and was slapped on the face. For a moment, he screamed in pain.
The two people went back and forth, and then they fought together again.
The crowd became noisy again, and some of the horses became restless, kicking their hooves and neighing continuously.
"There is a problem in the crowd! It's not just as simple as watching the game!" said the young master Akabane.
Grandma Qin quickly looked towards the noisy place, but she didn't see anything strange.
At this time, the big black man gradually fell behind. Without paying attention, the tall and thin man was rolled up with a rope, thrown into the air, and then thrown heavily to the ground. He howled with his teeth bared, full of laughter.
His face was covered in dust and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.
The big black man climbed up quickly, waving the iron rod and fighting for his life with the tall and thin man. The tall and thin man responded calmly, unhurriedly, not a trace of mess, waving the rope, not giving in at all times, and the scene lasted for a while.
Very exciting.
Grandma Qin said: "Little master, look at that tall and slender boy. He is really a master! That big black man is in danger!"
The young master Akabane said: "Actually, he hasn't used all his strength yet! Otherwise, the big black man would have been defeated long ago!"
Just as he was talking, the tall and slender man rolled up the big black man again, and this time threw him far away. The big black man was thrown to the ground and could not get up. After a while, he died.
There was a sigh of relief from the crowd, and then it became quiet again.
At this time, the master of Baixiang Cliff came out on his horse and said: "Now, the three winners will appear!"
The crowd became restless, and everyone was waiting for the final outcome.
At this time, the beautiful woman riding the eagle flew over the field, the female general also came on horseback, and the tall and slender man stood still. The three of them were majestic and majestic.
"That's not right! Didn't you say there are ten groups in total? Why did we only play three groups and then there are none?" asked the little master Akabane.
Grandma Qin said: "It seems something is really wrong! Our faces haven't even appeared yet!"
Suddenly, there was a burst of singing in the air in the distance. The lyrics roughly meant that the mountains and rivers were beautiful and the people's hearts were not ancient. Everyone was confused and confused, and they all looked up to see who he was.
, have such courage and heroic spirit to dare to sing in harmony like this.
As soon as the young master Chi Yu and Grandma Qin heard the sound, they knew it was Mo Long coming. They couldn't help but be overjoyed and looked eagerly at the direction where the sound came from.
A white cloud floated lower and lower, and people began to talk, saying that gods were coming.
The little master Chi Yu and Grandma Qin couldn't help laughing.
The white clouds suddenly disappeared, and a man who looked like an elegant scholar was seen sitting on a knife, hovering steadily in the air.
"Youxuan sword! Youxuan sword!" Someone in the crowd shouted.
The Master of Baixiang Cliff also had a surprised look on his face. He pushed his horse forward and stopped just under the shadow of the Youxuan sword. He suddenly felt extremely cold, the cold air penetrated his heart, and he started to tremble all over. He quickly swung his horse forward and faced the sun.
, then I felt much more comfortable.
When the beautiful woman riding the eagle saw it, she quickly stepped back a few feet and hid behind the female general's horse, no longer showing her head.
"Who are you? How dare you break into this important place! Are you risking your life?" asked the master of Baixiang Cliff.
"Who am I? Haven't you seen my Youxuan sword? What a reckless guy!" Mo Long said.
Mo Long thought to himself: "You can't talk too much! You will make mistakes if you talk too much!" Then he looked towards the high pavilion. He knew that the young master Chi Yu and Grandma Qin were looking at him!
"Youxuan sword! Youxuan sword!" Someone in the crowd shouted twice more.
Mo Long thought to himself: "The Youxuan sword has been seen! It's not necessarily a bad thing! Just wait and see what happens!"
The Master of Baixiang Cliff shouted: "Why do you have the Youxuan sword? Tell me quickly! Otherwise, you will be embarrassed!"
Mo Long smiled and said: "What are you talking about! I'm not scared! About this mysterious sword! This is my secret, I can't tell you, otherwise, I will be implicated!"
At this time, an old man under the banner of "Beixue" came to Mo Long on horseback. He was gentle and elegant, not like a cruel person, and Mo Long felt a little more comfortable.
The old man said: "I dare to ask the immortal, are you a descendant of Chihun, the god of war? Otherwise, how could you have this mysterious sword?"