No One Can Fight

The slow-reacting person was taken aback for a moment.

People who react quickly...then take a second look.

Even Da Chu was marveling at the algorithm of "East".

"If we lose? Have to give you money?"

"The loser pays compensation. If you lose on the battlefield, don't you need to bow your heads and surrender?"

It seems...it makes sense.

Wait, gambling in the arena is the same as winning or losing on the battlefield!

"You are the one who asked for the wheel to fight."

Ying Qianyun turned the topic back.

Indeed, the Tubo and Turks were determined to take the life of the military **** that Da Chu touted.

Before they estimated (before they saw Ying Qianyun), Da Chu would be worthy of the name.

It is also at most two to three times the combat effectiveness of the strongest warrior on their side.

To be on the safe side, wheel warfare is the best choice.

If it is the same as before.

Then it would be Huaxia who sent a soldier out, and they sent one.

There is communication with each other, winning and losing.

Or the generation of Da Chu is not strong enough, they are crushing in all directions.

In short, waiting for Dongfang to appear on the stage is basically the finale.

They just didn't dare to block in the final round.

A warrior, can he crush or even kill the mysterious master who Da Chu has boasted for so long.

This was the cheeky thinking of using wheels to fight just in case.

You can't beat one or two, but a few more are always okay.

All they brought out this time were real masters.

Grind to be able to grind him to death.

All the foreign guests in the whole hall.

Get rid of all kinds of grievances and grievances.

The moment it appeared in the East.

All quickly made an assessment of his strength.

In terms of body shape, the East did not meet their basic standards for warriors at all.

Not tall or mighty.

At best, it was the figure of an ordinary Da Chu, and even a little thin and weak.

At least it couldn't be compared with the guards of many imperial guards standing in the temple.

However, it was this man who appeared on the stage like a ghost and punched the Turkic Khan to death.

Gee... Innate supernatural power.

Therefore, wheel warfare is still necessary. And it is more necessary than before.

But the lion facing Qianyun opened his mouth, and they were not happy.

Doesn't it mean that they want to kill this person and have to book at least tens of thousands of taels of silver?

At this time someone finally got an IQ online.

"Mr. Dongfang is the hero of Da Chu, the most powerful warrior. Apart from congratulating Da Chu's centenary birthday, we also want to... meet friends with Wu."

To make friends with Wu, just click to stop.

In this way, their people can save their lives without having to pay.

"We don't mean to fight and kill. In this festive day, if you see blood, is it not lucky?"

As soon as this one spoke, it instantly attracted the attention of all Da Chu people.

Not only speaks Chinese well, but also has a sufficient understanding of Chinese culture.

If we use Turkic customs, it is auspicious to see blood on grand festivals.

Da Chu didn't like death fights.

This is a cultural difference.

After being reminded by this Tubo envoy, the others also reacted.

The point is to pay if you lose?

No, the point is, Da Chu people use the word "death".

They had been thinking about killing Dongfang, so their thinking went away.

Only now came back to his senses.

To speak is to "kill", which does not seem to be Da Chu's style.

But considering the heir who attacked Da Chu just now.

So it's not unreasonable that Da Chu people are willing to kill if it is unlucky.

The focus now is.

First, weaken the opponent's murderous aura, and use moral kidnapping to characterize the wait-and-see martial arts on "Meeting Friends with Martial Arts."

Their people will be able to save their lives until he is exhausted.

"Fault" again on my own side.

Isn't it the best of both worlds?

But this secret plan is probably about to fail.

This time, Da Chu's purpose was to kill.

After 99 steps have been taken, how could he be kidnapped by such a simple morality and forced to return.

And... do you think your strategy is very deep?

A fool can see what you are planning.

"Yiwu will make friends? The range of making friends here is not that broad, quite..."

"Cough cough cough." The prince pretended to pinch a cough.

"I mean, I don't even recognize the people in the capital. How can there be any foreign friends."

Everyone knows you are cursing barbarians! ! !

"Just because of the crime of assaulting the prince, it is not an exaggeration to leave you all behind." Ying Qianyun unceremoniously released his murderous aura.

The Prince coughed again.

The hypocritical reminder Ying Qianyun pays attention to the "image of a great country."

"Just do it, all right. Isn't it just afraid of death? I won't kill you. Who makes me good-hearted."

Provoked MAX.

Even a man of iron and blood can't stand being accused by the enemy for fear of death.

For the generals, this trick is almost a hundred-thinking.

Ying Qianyun saw that more than a dozen people stood up with a roar, and looked back and saw the prince who had retreated to safety without knowing when.

Finally, another spoonful of hot oil was poured on the fire.

"But, since you are so familiar with the customs of our Dachu, then... do you also know the second half of the Yiwu Huiyou friend?"

"??"

"The sword has no eyes...Fine, big deal, I won't charge this money?"

The ridicule is not daring before, and the sarcasm is behind.

Who can calm down?

The killing intent that had originally accumulated in his chest made no secret of it.

Life and death gambling.

Than just compare.

At this moment, the fierce atmosphere in the center of the hall seemed to condense in the air into the illusion of a sword and shadow.

The envoys of the small country who were eating melon looked at the scene in front of them, and all backed back and then backed back.

I am afraid that the person who fights will have no eyes on the sword.

But, at the moment, no one moved rashly.

It's going to start.

On the Turkic and Tubo side, there was a bit of entanglement and hesitation.

Are they angry?

Of course.

Are they angry?

Of course.

But they are not united.

Obviously the people who went up first suffered, they all wanted to let the people next door go up first.

Even if you are from a country... there is also a close relationship.

The second reason that made the atmosphere stagnant and didn't do it right away was that.

The temporary playing field outside is being sorted out.

The weapons of both sides are also being taken.

Da Chu absolutely disagrees that Emperor Chengping and the prince are both exposed to uncontrollable dangers.

I don't even want them to encounter any unpredictable disasters when carving Liang Jade.

To fight, go outside.

This waiting and discussion accompanied by the imposing competition was stagnant that year, and did not wait long.

On the officialdom of the Da Chu Wenchen, the most outstanding representative of the mouthpiece.

The most well-known minister, Ironmouth Li, who was afraid of everyone in the entire Da Chu officialdom, appeared on the stage.

I saw this official who wrote "I'm not easy to mess with" from his walking aura to his facial features.

One swipe opens a whole reel.

The eloquent began to recite the rules of the contest, as well as the betting lottery.

The extremely formal process made the Turks and Tubo more truly feel the seriousness and determination of Da Chu.

It's not just the excitement that I just yelled out of the quarrel and got angry.

They play really.

The rules of the game are simple.

Da Chu's side should be Qianyun, and your side, send as many as you like.

In the first game, there should be thousands of people.

In the second round, you send someone.

And so on.

"The bet is also very simple. If we win, Tubo needs 30,000 each for cattle and sheep, 10,000 for horses, and 50,000 for Turks."

Turkic:...

Tibet:……

Why don't you grab it! ! !

"If we lose, the gold is one hundred thousand taels."

Turkic & Tubo: It's bad, it's a feeling of heartbeat.

"Whenever you concede defeat, you will be counted as losing. On our side, naturally... until we die."

"The hundred thousand taels of gold..." The Turkic people spoke faster than the Tubo people.

Are these 100,000 taels unique to the people who killed the East, or are the two equally divided?

"The winner is 70%."

Everyone felt the provocation of Da Chu.

But the fruit is too sweet, so **** sweet that they can't refuse.

Turks and Tubo looked at each other less cooperation.

But the biggest enemy in front of us is still Ying Qianyun.

Although many details only happened today.

But how difficult it is to pinch the bottom line of the Tubo and Turks, everyone has always calculated it.

This bet makes people painful and jealous.

In the end, the three parties gritted their teeth and used seals to agree to this credential.

What? What to do if you lose?

Da Chu said that he was used to shameless barbarians, but he could at least half of them.

The Turks and Tubo said: We cannot lose! !

"Then I choose first?"

Ying Qianyun smiled and pointed to target number one in a Turkic team.

The silver-white gloves are just an ordinary point at the moment.

Soon in the next time, everyone will feel this pair of hands hidden under the white gloves.

It is no different from Yan Wangye's imperial brush.

Ying Qianyun has this "wu idiot" attribute in him.

The first point is the most powerful master, not surprising.

The physique of No. 1 is completely inferior to Jialiang lunatic who was kicked to death by Ying Qianyun.

It's still quite cold at night now.

This one, with his chest and arms exposed, only wears a leather vest.

It can be seen that the blood is strong and the foundation is not bad.

When this person seriously moved his muscles and bones and carried a big knife on his body.

The bulging muscles brought out a shocking sense of strength.

But on Ying Qianyun's side, he didn't bring any weapons.

Standing there graciously, independent and extraordinary.

If it weren't for a black outfit, it brought out a strong atmosphere of warrior.

At this moment, the "Eastern" is more like a handsome boy in the world with the muscular man.

Commonly known as: Little White Face.

A gong rang.

The muscular man rushed at a speed that was absolutely incompatible with his physique.

Ying Qianyun took a diagonal step to avoid it, seeming to hesitate easily, but in terms of momentum, it seemed to be weakened a bit.

Because there was no weapon, Ying Qianyun seemed to suffer quite a bit in the first few rounds.

The Turks are already cheering.

Even Tubo couldn't help joining in the end.

The first master that Da Chu carefully touted, that's it?

One hundred thousand taels of gold, just flew like this?

how is this possible.

Under Ying Qianyun's fighting, the muscular man was obviously panting.

Taking advantage of the opponent's lack of physical strength, Ying Qianyun turned over and slapped it over, hitting the right wrist of the muscular man holding a knife.

The long knife landed and was kicked away by Ying Qianyun immediately.

And her left hand also hindered the muscular man's punch.

The two who were injured almost at the same time stopped their hands.

The cheers in the field also stagnated.

Ying Qianyun turned defensively into offense, and his dazzling **** techniques swept toward the muscular man.

The tragic situation of Little Khan being killed by a single blow before.

His own dead right hand is behind.

How can a strong Turkic man dare to meet the enemy like this?

With the left and right flashes, he looked particularly embarrassed.

This time, it was Da Chu's turn to cheer off the court.

They are going to win this round! !

Looking at this scene, Tubo couldn't help but ridicule, and let the Turks surrender in this round.

So they really want the Turks to surrender?

It's not. That stupid big guy had better spend a little more of that person's physical strength, and better hurt him again.

In the next game, their people came up, killed him, and won 70,000 taels of gold!

Turks, Turks laughed.

How could their warriors lose so simply.

Sure enough, when Ying Qianyun was a little aggressive.

The muscular man with his right hand injured instantly pulled out a sharpened iron dagger from his arms.

Stabbed towards Ying Qianyun.

On Da Chu's side, no one had expected this rough-looking man.

With a silly face.

But it has a different kind of delicacy.

In such a dangerous moment of competition, dare to use such a dangerous strategy.

Panting is fake, just to lure the enemy.

If the loss of the knife is an accident, the nodule defeat after the loss of the knife is false.

The dagger hit Ying Qianyun's throat like a snake.

Speed, strength, and angle are all perfect.

This was caught off guard.

Everyone felt that Ying Qianyun could not escape.

So... is that really the case?

Many people on Da Chu's side had already closed their eyes.

But what I heard was unfamiliar, with a Turkic scream.

Opening his eyes again, I saw the Turkic muscular man with his own dagger stuck in his chest.

And their great heroes, with loose hair, kneeled on the ground quite embarrassed, panting heavily.

"Win? Won? How did you win!"

"I didn't dare to look either."

"This is not important. The important thing is that Lord Eastern seems to be injured."

As soon as this sentence was said, Dongfang stood up.

She was still so personable, tall and straight, as if nothing happened.

Just greeted a lady of the palace sister to help herself comb her hair again.

This gesture directly made the eyes of the Tubo people bright.

Want to cover up? Ha ha, this Da Chu person is still too tender.

The moment the muscular man was about to die definitely hurt him a lot.