Chapter 169 Puyu

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Since ancient times, there have been rivers and lakes where there are people. Reaching the imperial empire, as small as the city family, it has always been a sword and intrigue. The Great Yan Kingdom has been the 27th king for thousands of years. The Great Yan Kingdom is a feudal hereditary monarchy. No king in the royal family, no matter how strong you are, can only be a king for 100 years at most to give up his throne to the next generation.

In fact, there is a reason for the royal family to do this. When you practice the title of prince, you have a very long life. You can survive for tens of thousands of years, and there is no possibility of life, old age, illness and death. As soon as the 100-year term expires, a new king will be established, so that there will be a huge competition between princes and select the best people.

After thousands of years of accumulation, the strength of the royal family of the Great Yan Kingdom has reached a terrible level. Throughout the continent, the Great Yan Kingdom is only a very immature kingdom. Some ancient kingdoms, almost longer than the period of the three empires today, have been preserved since the medieval period of the Five Emperors. In this ancient royal family, it is the real masters and the strong gather together.

Now the king of the Great Yan Kingdom has reigned for 90 years, and it will abdicated in another ten years. Moreover, the current crown prince has always performed mediocrely, not excellent, let alone leadership, which has indirectly led to more and more fierce competition between princes. In every fight for the throne, countless people have died, which is simply a sea of corpses and blood. Naturally, Ye Lanshan didn't want Zhuo Yu to join in.

The arena occupies a huge area, surrounded by martial arts platforms, just like a Colosseum. Surrounded by many spectators, they shouted with red faces and thick necks, and their voices were loud and deafening.

Zhuo Yuhan casually found a martial arts platform and looked down, and the two students were fighting. Both of them are between Bozhong, a second-grade viscount and a fourth-grade viscount. Both sides have supporters, the battle is in full swing, and the shouts outside the field are even more deafening.

The arena is not only for participating in battles to get merit. There are many people who win merit by gambling. Just like the two people fighting on the field now, there is a special place for everyone to bet outside the field*.

"Within ten moves, the man in yellow will undoubtedly fail." Zhuo Yuhan looked at it for a moment, then saw a clue and said to Ye Lanshan beside him.

"Oh. What are you? Do you know who he is? How could Mr. Fu Chong fail? It's a joke. Before Ye Lanshan could speak, a rat-headed guy next to him immediately looked at Zhuo Yu and said disdainfully.

"Oh? Who is he?" Ye Lanshan asked quietly.

"Fuchong is the twelfth master on the list. He has a record of 15 consecutive wins in the arena. How can he lose to an unknown boy?" The man took a look at Ye Lanshan and Zhuo Yuhan, felt a little blind, curled his lips and said.

"The twelfth person on the list?" Ye Lanshan blinked her eyes, smiled strangely at Zhuo Yuhan, and then said, "You must be a supporter of Mr. Fu Chong."

"That's natural. I have won 15 times. This time, of course, is no exception. The man said proudly.

"In that case, why don't we bet on a game?" Ye Lanshan said with a smile in her heart.

"What do you mean?" The man with the head and rat eyes said in a froze.

"I bet that Mr. Fu Chong will definitely lose within ten moves. Do you dare to bet on ten points of merit? Ye Lanshan pointed to the man in yellow and said.

"Hehe! The little girl originally had this idea. There is no reason for the meritorious service sent to the door. OK, I'll bet with you." When the man heard this, he first laughed disdainfully, and then readily agreed.

Is there any suspense about the fourth viscount against the second viscount? Lin Jian doubted whether the woman in front of him was stupid.

"Okay, it's a deal. I hope you won't repudiate the debt later if you lose. Ye Lanshan said with a smile.

"Don't worry. Although my strength is not high, I still have this credibility. Lin Jian waved his hand and thought to himself that ten points of merit were about to enter his pocket.

"Girl Night, where did you get ten points of merit?" Zhuo Yuhan looked at the gambling battle between Ye Lanshan and Lin Jian. After the two had a good talk, he said secretly.

"Of course, I don't have ten merits. What is an empty-gloved white wolf? Have you heard of it? Ye Lanshan smiled at Zhuo Yuhan and said with a smile in her eyes.

When Zhuo Yuhan heard this, he rolled his eyes and responded helplessly, "You are really bold. If you lose the bet later, I'll see what you do. I don't even have any merit.

"Didn't you say that Fu Chong would be defeated within ten moves?" Ye Lanshan wrinkled her nose.

"That's what I said. But I didn't ask you to gamble with others. Besides, do you believe what I say?" Zhuo Yuhan wiped his nose.

"That's fine. Since you said it, Fu Chong will definitely lose. Well, you can see how I earned my first merit. Ye Lanshan rolled her eyes, ignored Zhuo Yuhan, and looked at the two people fighting on the field without blinking.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yuhan had no choice but to shake his head and smile bitterly. This girl is really smart and bold. The white wolf with empty gloves will enter the tiger's mouth if he is not careful. After thinking about it, I also paid attention to the battle on the field.

Fu Chong was dressed in yellow clothes and waved a huge machete in his hand. He couldn't splash water, and his power was infinite. The whole field resounded with the sound of a long knife breaking through the air. The momentum is extraordinary, the knife is domineering, and the opponent can't find a flaw between the big opening and closing. At the same time, the knife is fatal. Zhuo Yuhan believes that his Bajiquan may not be able to resist his domineering knife method.

The opponent is a young man in blue, holding a long gun. His wrist vibrates, and the long gun is like a dragon. It is strange, flexible, fast, and light. Between the long gun provocations, he can often open Fu Chong's long knife and close. He repeatedly avoids the edge. Although he falls into the wind, it is not undefeated.

However, if careful people will find that the long gun in the hands of the young man in blue seems to be a little astringent, but as the battle continues, the tricks of the long gun become faster and faster, more mysterious and skillful. The long gun stirs, like a dragon and snake, gorgeous and natural, returning to the original.

In a blink of an eye, six rounds passed, and Fu Chongyue became more and more frightened. The teenager in blue in front of him was so eye-catching that he didn't pay attention to it at first. However, with the battle, Fu Chong found that he underestimated him. The latter simply regarded him as a sparring and used his own attack to practice his shooting skills. Fu Chong was a little suspicious. If his grade was not higher than the latter and his strength was huge, he might have been defeated long ago.

"Drink. Break Mount Tai with a knife.

Fu Chong feels that if he goes on like this, he will definitely lose. With a loud shout, his arms were strong, and the long knife condensed into a gas. The tip of the knife punched, swinging the tip of the gun like a poisonous dragon, and then scratched it down. The gas condensed, dragged out long traces, cut everything, and had the momentum of a knife to split the mountain, and cut the other party fiercely.

"The first type of silent shooting, unprecedented."

The teenager in blue also saw that Fu Chong's move was the biggest killing move, and he couldn't help but regret that the training could only end here. In my mind, as soon as the wrist was closed, the long gun waved its tail like a real dragon, and the gun was withdrawn. The cold light flashed in his eyes, the long gun moved, and the body also swayed.

In this move, the man in blue held a gun in his right hand and pointed straight to the sky. He was independent. There was an empty and lonely light in the young man's eyes flashed. It seemed that he was the only one in the world. The long gun pointed to the sky and broke through the sky. Fu Chong's big knife was surging and broke through the mountains, while the young man in blue was alone and independent, empty and lonely. The long gun pointed out that it deduced a trace of unprecedented momentum.

"Boom!"

With the struggle between the two, a strong gas dispersed, and a wave swept over the martial arts platform of the arena. The pervasive energy makes it difficult to see the results of the two.

"A good move is unprecedented. This person is a piece of jade, naturally carved, and the Taoism is natural. Yu Han, this person's talent is not below you. If nothing unexpected happens, the future must be a famous and powerful figure. Sure enough, there are talented people from the country, each with thousands of years.

For the last silent shooting method performed by the young man in blue, Yan, whose eyes have always been higher than the top, couldn't help admiring. It can be seen that this person is indeed a good material for practicing martial arts, and that shooting move is indeed extremely exquisite.