The sky is blue and the sun is white, and the winter snow is melting.
The martial arts competition officially begins on the first day.
Nangong Baiye was dressed warmly, with white fur clothes and a silver face. Her long hair was untied and spread casually on both sides. Only a pair of narrow eyes were exposed. It was impossible to tell whether she was a boy or a girl.
Nangong Xiaomiao shook her head and followed her, shouting: "Place your bet, place your bet, you'll pay ten for each bet!"
The four words "bet one and lose ten" are still very tempting. Compared with the unknown weak young man in white, most people place their bets on the three major families.
Nangong Xiaomiao looked at more and more people coming to place bets, her grin became wider and wider, and she poked Nangong Baiye's waist with her little hand: "Mother, it's okay, everyone bought it and you lose, you go on stage.
, make a lot of money back!"
"Okay." Nangong Baiye stretched out and slowly walked onto the wooden platform...
There are no members of the three major families on the wooden platform.
After all, those people have different values, and they will appear at the end.
However, the man on the stage can obviously fight much better than Nangong Baiye. At least he has completely defeated Nangong Baiye in terms of size.
The crowd watching in the audience really felt that this was a competition without any suspense at all, and the young man in white who didn’t know where he came from would definitely lose.
But, what’s unexpected is!
"No!"
"Won!"
"He actually won!"
"How did he take action!"
"Ah, I didn't pay attention just now..."
Everyone looked at each other, rubbed their eyes in disbelief, looked at the big man flying out of the ring, and stared breathlessly in anticipation of the next show!
"This time, did you see it clearly?"
"Well, isn't his speed too fast?"
"It seems like I only used one kick."
"He has no weapons?"
"We won again. How many times have we won?"
"This record is too exaggerated."
"Who the hell is he!"
The crowd beside the ring was boiling with excitement. They all clenched their hands and looked at the figure dressed in white with intense eyes, unable to figure out his next move.
Even the referee officials were surprised and wrote down this incredible result.
From noon to dusk, almost everyone was dumbfounded.
Until the official announced: "This is the end of today's competition."
People still didn't want to leave, but stared blankly at Nangong Baiye who was walking back from the platform, their throats twitching.
Nangong Baiye yawned, shook his left hand, and said lazily: "Xiao Miao, I'm so tired, I don't want to fight."
Everyone:......
I don’t want to fight anymore. Hero, can you consider the mood of us viewers?
"You're not tired, you're not." The little man rushed over, grabbed her trousers, and whispered: Mother, think about your favorite silver."
The charm of silver is invincible. Nangong Baiye regained his strength and picked up the little man: "Let's go back to the inn and figure out how much we can get this time."
At night, the juniors of the three major families have a meeting.
"I heard that a master has emerged from the rookie area." The person who spoke was the seventh son of the Qu family, Qu Moning. He was a teenager, wearing an ancient war robe, and was as handsome as a flower.
Nangong Hongyan sipped her tea disdainfully: "No matter how good you are, you are still a novice. Brother Qu, you are making too much fuss."
Qu Moning didn't look at her and continued: "She defeated thirty-eight challengers in one day."
"No, such a terrifying record!" I don't know when Qu Luo actually sat on the beam, his long legs casually crossed, his eyes were red, and he was very handsome: "It seems that you won't win so easily this time.
Already."
Qu Moning looked at him happily: "Brother, are you back?"
"Huh? You go on, leave me alone." The master thief Qu Luo turned the money bag in his hand, with interest hidden in his eyes.
"I watched today's game." A childish voice came over, and everyone looked over.
He is a bald little man, only nine years old, but he is the most potential genius of the Hei family - Hei Si.
The little man's upright face showed admiration: "That man is very powerful."
"How powerful?" Nangong Hongyan raised her eyebrows.
Hei Si made a small face: "Better than you."
Nangong Hongyan:......
"What did you say!"
"Sister Yan'er." Qu Moning took Nangong Hongyan's raised hand and said lightly: "Listen to Ah Si and continue speaking."
Nangong Hongyan snorted heavily and turned her head.
Hei Si looked at Qu Moning seriously: "I'm done."
Qu Moning choked:...
"Haha, haha." Qu Luo laughed out of breath on the beam.
Nangong Rui'er also covered the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, her beautiful eyes half-bent: "This little kid from the Hei family is really interesting."
"Ahem, Ah Si, have you seen his appearance clearly?" Qu Moning asked patiently.
Hei Si shook his head: "He is wearing a mask."
Qu Moning touched his chin: "Then what level of martial arts do you think he is?"
Hei Si tilted his head and frowned with thick black eyebrows: "He doesn't exude martial energy."
Qu Moning's eyes widened: "He defeated thirty-eight people without radiating martial energy. What's his name? What's his background?!"
Hei Si: "I don't know."
"Wear a mask and don't exude martial energy..." After hearing this, Qu Luo, who had been cynical from beginning to end on the rafters, rarely restrained his arrogance: "Could it be him!"
Qu Moning's face was full of questions: "Who is he?"
"Your Highness Seventh." Qu Luo had already forgotten that man's appearance, but he clearly remembered the only fight in his life. That man never exuded martial energy during a martial arts competition!
As soon as the words "Seventh Highness" were spoken, the tea cup in Nangong Rui'er's hand fell to the ground with a clatter. Ruxian's little face was filled with despair and unconcealable admiration...
Nangong Hongyan glanced at her sister strangely. She knew that His Highness the Seventh Prince was very powerful, but that was in the past after all. He had not even left the palace gate for so many years. He might have been disabled long ago and was not a problem at all.
"No matter what the identity of the other party is, we will definitely fight against each other when the re-examination comes." Hei Si, the little man, stood up and said, "I'm going to practice martial arts first."
"Hmm..." Qu Moning responded absently. He really couldn't figure it out, but he didn't understand why that person had to wear a mask?
The night was getting darker. In the inn, a mother and her son were playing beads on a plate.
The little man wore glasses and looked up very cutely: "Mom, if you win the retest, we can get ten thousand taels of silver."
"Only ten thousand taels." Nangong Baiye pushed the abacus away as he was dissatisfied with the amount.
The little man touched her face comfortingly: "Mother, it's okay. There will be the third prince's fat sheep when the time comes, but why do you bring such a thick thing?"
"This." Nangong Baiye took off his mask and played with it on his fingertips: "In order to create an effect, at the last moment, let them know who I am, so that the game will be interesting..."