As the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you can win a hundred battles. Xuanyuan Ci was not very useful, but he was very good at making small fuss behind the scenes. He took out a stack of paper from his arms and repeated it to Yan Buhuan in detail.
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"Xiaoyao Hou Ni Jun is used to using a folding fan. There seems to be a blade in the fan. No matter where it is swept, it can bring out a piece of blood. Zheng Yuanyuan's weapon is a spear. I heard that it is difficult for ordinary people to get close. The last time I competed with Chang Yin
Go up, Zheng Yuanyuan did not contribute at all. By the way, that Zhao Yu is not easy to deal with either."
"What's Zhao Yu's background?" Zhao Yu is the only one here who doesn't know him.
"You have got the point right. Don't underestimate Zhao Yu. He has practiced boy's skills and his golden body is indestructible." Xuanyuan Ci said nervously. He was very afraid that Yan Buhuan would underestimate the enemy.
Boy's Kung Fu?
Doesn't practicing boy kung fu in the royal family equal to being half a eunuch?
"What's wrong with Tongzi Kung, unless he is invulnerable."
"Don't think like that. I heard that Zhao Yu was not a good young man in kung fu before, but since he followed a master, his kung fu has improved by leaps and bounds."
Yan Buhuan smiled coldly: "That only shows that his master is great."
Suddenly his shoulder was tapped. Yan Buhuan turned around quickly. When he saw the old man in front of him, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Master?"
How could this old man have the time to watch such a competition?
The servant's master stood in the crowd with an air of immortality, his eyes unfathomable: "That Zhao Yu, don't take a peek."
"Master, do you recognize him?" Yan Buhuan was puzzled. The master is very capable, but because of his aloof character, he doesn't like to enter the court. Logically speaking, he should have no interest in the royal family at all. Why would he recognize Zhao Yu?
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"He may be from Penglai Mountain." The servant looked at her.
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After a series of tedious rituals of offering sacrifices to heaven and burning incense, the competition officially began.
The two countries competing today are Zhao and Chu, because they have the least keys.
Chu Yan sat on the high platform with all the kings, and Yan Hui acted as the referee. He stood on an observation deck in the center of the field. This angle allowed him to overlook everything happening below.
At the same time, masters stood in the eight corners of the field, and they were all the best in light kung fu carefully selected from six countries.
Their existence is not only for supervision, but more importantly, they are all on point during the competition. However, it is not ruled out that some people are dissatisfied and secretly place a hidden weapon or something. These eight people are all Qinggong masters from various countries. If they notice something strange, they immediately rush in
The injured were taken away from the arena.
The sound of drums sounded like raindrops, and the huge circular arena was already full of people. Everyone was eagerly looking forward to the contestants taking the stage.
After a lot of excitement, Xiaoyaohou Ni Jun took the lead.
It was just after noon. Because of the heavy rain a few days ago, the temperature was just right, neither cold nor hot. The sun tilted and fell on the field.
Ni Jun was dressed in casual clothes, with long black hair standing high on his head, tied by a silver belt, and his cuffs were tightly fastened to his wrists by ribbons. He was wearing a transparent gauze shirt. As he walked, the light shimmered on his face.
It appears and disappears on clothes.
Ni Jun was elegant and extraordinary. Not long after he entered the stage, he caused a commotion at the other end of the stand. Yan Buhuan looked over and saw that almost all of them were women. Each one looked like a wolf seeing a sheep, with their eyes shining.
Not only them, but also the princess Zheng Yuanyuan standing next to Emperor Zheng.
