Someone from left and right lifted up all the stone tablets.

Pei Duji shook off his shirt, shouted loudly, and concentrated his energy. With a sound like a bean-like explosion, his chest, abdomen, shoulders and arms surged like inflatable rafts.

The dark blue veins mixed in clear muscle lines make people feel even more terrifying.

After several styles of fists and feet that opened their muscles and bones, the man exhaled and sang loudly, walking like the wind, and using the power of his step to make eight punches in a row like lightning, breaking the eight stone tablets together.

Suddenly, gravel splashed and exclaimed.

The big man made another round of slap and let out a sigh of relief. Although he was sweating on his forehead and a red face, his expression was natural and his breathing was not messy, which made him a lot of fun.

Someone in the crowd was already talking, "What a fierce foreign kung fu! It seems that he is the only one who is the teacher's position."

Guangling Wang Yuanyu has a clear appearance, sharp eyes, and looks very capable. Although he is the emperor's younger brother, he does not remember the royal extravagant style.

He nodded slightly and smiled at Liu Chengwu, "The Song Palace is indeed a response in the world. Such strange people cannot even invite Tuoba Jinjia Guard. With Song Wangkuang, our Great Wei, it is really a blessing for Tuoba's family."

"King Guangling, what you said is wrong! Emperor Wei personally ordered that my Tuoba family has been changed to Yuan family, so why did he speak Tuoba at once?" Although this Yuan monk is called the Little Dragon King, he is actually in his forty years.

But his temperament is quite consistent with that title, and he has always been a heart that has never grown up.

In his heart, only a hero like his father is worthy of Tuoba's surname. No one in the current royal family is worthy of being respected by his master.

So even when facing a prince like Yuan Yu, there was no slightest respect.

"Little Dragon King said that Xiao Wang always thinks of his ancestors' heroic appearance, and it is difficult for him to change his words. The Yuan family's ability to have Xiao Dragon King is naturally enough to shine with future generations." The Nanhua initiative of Emperor Yuan Hong of Wei to move the capital to change the surname is actually quite controversial in the clan. Many Tuoba people are still concerned about their old hometowns, and even a confidant minister like Yuan Yu cannot be indifferent to their grudges.

The boy on the soft couch looked sick and surrounded by four sword slaves. At this time, he saw the two of them pointing their words and hurriedly smoothed out the situation. "The Great Wei royal family is full of talents and elites are emerging. These wild beasts are stronger than the bones. Since they are the people of the Great Wei, if the royal family needs them, they will naturally be waiting for the dispatch. I wonder if the little dragon king is satisfied with Master Pei?"

Qingyun secretly poked Caiting, "Senior sister, why do these people speak sarcastically? Does praising like praise, and does not hurt like damage. Are northerners so tired when they speak?"

Caiting's slender hand was clear and patted Qingyun's back, "What's the north and the south? Don't talk nonsense when you go out for the first time. That's the intrigue between their princes and princes. You silly don't understand, what does it have to do with the region? My sister will teach you a reason today. Those who use the region to talk about things all day long are unsightly! We have to change it in the future!"

While the two were muttering, there was another loud bang in the field.

The little dragon king had already left the table at some point and slapped his palm at Pei Duji, who hurriedly raised his palm to set it up.

The palms intertwined, and the little dragon king had already bounced back to his original position with the force.

Looking at Pei Duji again, his right forearm was swollen like a puffer fish, and it was black and purple. It was obvious that the arm bones had been broken, turning up the muscles that were being trained around him.

Such a thorn in the flesh and blood is several times more painful than the ordinary people's broken arms.

Pei Duji looked angry and knew that his skills were not as good as others, but he was unwilling to surrender. Although his whole body was full of blue veins and cold sweat flowed, he still stood upright without saying a word.

"It's a man," the little dragon king praised sincerely, "It's a pity that I'm not enough to guide me. The person who came, gave him good medicine and gave him another hundred taels of gold to be sent back for life."

More than a dozen people immediately walked out from behind the referee table and helped Pei Duji down, packed up the broken stones and cleared the opening venue. In less than a cup of tea, the cooking was stopped.

Liu Chengwu raised his hand slightly, shouted in a sharp voice but without any anger, "Next!"

An old man in black clothes stepped forward and hugged a pair of dark and thin ghost claws in one place. "The poisonous old man from Sishui Ling Weifeng, this person is so clumsy."

Someone from the left and right brought two chicken cages, each containing more than ten roosters.

Yuan Yu frowned slightly, "What is this meant by sir? I'm afraid it's not too elegant to be a mess in this crowd."

Ling Weifeng laughed a few times, "Your Majesty is willing to be content with me, and I will never make a mess." As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hands together and broke the cover of the chicken cage.

Dozens of roosters were lying on their wings together, fighting to escape from the cage.

These roosters cried loudly and their necks were raised high. At first glance, they were a strong chicken. They jumped on the tiles on the house and crossed the stream. They were all a piece of cake.

If a group of chickens gush out at this time, how can you not make a mess?

Yuan Yu looked at the old man in confusion.

He rubbed each other quickly with his hands a few times, shouted loudly, flew over his palms, and blocked all the chickens in the cage, but did not touch any of them.

The roosters were eager to rush out of the cage, but they were very afraid of Ling Weifeng's palm wind, and they all buried their heads and squeezed them to the distant corner.

At first, I could hear a few giggling sounds, but soon the flock of chickens became completely quiet.

When everyone looked at it again, all the chickens were drooping their heads, their mouths were covered in white foam, their eyes were protruding, and they lay stiffly in their cages like dead fish.

The little dragon king was very surprised and was about to go to check it out, but was stopped by a sword slave beside Liu Chengwu.

Prince Song coughed lightly, gathered some strength, and said loudly, "The Yinsha Palm of the Sishui Poison Old Man is entrained with a very poison. Practicing this exercise requires infiltrating his hands with corpse poison every day, and then taking poison weeds and corpse poison balance to avoid backlash. Although the path is dangerous, once it is successful, it is extremely domineering and can be compared. The little prince will wait until the poison gas is dissipated before checking."

Ling Weifeng squeezed the wrinkles and scabs on his face together, and made an expression that seemed to be a smile, "The young owner of the Snake Villa is indeed well-known. These minor skills are secret techniques that are not attached to the world. I don't expect that the young owner of the country can actually recognize them and can also tell the methods of cultivation. It seems that the rumors that the Sword Sect knows everything about the world are not false."

"Although this skill is domineering, it is indecent in practice, extremely dangerous and loses the royal ritual. Little Dragon King, I think..." Voodoo is a royal taboo. Yuan Yu was afraid that the little dragon king would not be strong in his mind and could not help but persuade him to ruin his future for this extraordinary skill.

But when I heard the monk Yuan snorting coldly, "This kind of domineering power? But it may not be! Let's see if I break it with my bare hands!"

At the beginning of the speech, a yellow shadow rose up.

Yuan Fashen flipped his handprints several times in the air, his forearm was congested and swelling, and a strange red light shone out of his palm.

The sound of this palm seemed much weaker than the one that defeated Pei Duji just now, but it was this strange silence that made people feel that this palm seemed to be not from physical strikes of flesh and blood, but almost charming magic.

Ling Weifeng's pupils suddenly contracted, just like the sixth sense of the old fox before the landslide, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Although he didn't know what was wrong, it was just not good.

He crossed his palms, trying to use poisonous miasma to slow down his opponent's speed, condense his waist and legs, and retreat like a flying one.

Avoid the edge of this attack and find countermeasures.

Foxes are always more difficult than tigers because they can always make the most accurate response.

Unfortunately, what he encountered this time was not a tiger, but a dragon king!

A low dragon roar came into Ling Weifeng's ear drum.

Only he heard this sound from the crowd here, because the dragon roar did not come from the air, but from the resonance of his own bones.

He was not fast enough, and the effect of poisonous miasma was not as good as expected, but the poisonous blood in his body did delay the transmission of nerves, so the pain would occur later than Long Yin.

However, Ling Weifeng did not feel any pain. Before that, he had fainted. Anyone would have the same result when one of his arm was smashed.

At this time, Ling Weifeng was obviously even worse than Pei Duji just now. The corpse poison on his hand and the toxins he took were directly fused in the open blood vessels.

I saw his eyes rolling up like a dead fish, his skin was gray, his lips and tongue were purple and black, and a string of white foam hung from the corner of his mouth. I didn't know that there were still a few strands of gossip left in the three souls and seven spirits.

"Is there any rescue?"

"I don't know, I'm afraid I'll be useless if I save it, right?" The crowd was full of whispers.

"Congratulations to the Little Dragon King, those who can practice Tufa's great handprints to this level have not been recorded in the Snake Slaying River Records." With the support of Jiannu, Liu respectfully bowed to Yuan Fashen to the ground.

"Is that?" The little dragon king picked up the falling headscarf, put it on again, covering the hairless top of his head, and replied coldly, "Then remember, General Longxiang of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Little Dragon King Yuanfas monk, learned the lost Tufa clan's handprints in the Central Plains according to the chapter of the dead father, and it was a great success. But it was still not as good as the father Tuoba Zhongkui's grand age. Remember, Tuoba Zhongkui, this surname must not be written incorrectly!"

A sword slave next to the prince drew his sword and turned his wrist. The tip of the sword was on a wooden board beside him, but he was writing a writing record. He moved since the little dragon king made a sound and stopped with his voice, without any mistakes. There were no matter how many things were missing in today's field.

At this time, Yuan Yu's face was gloomy, as if he was repeatedly pondering the profound meaning of Yuan Fashen's words. The latter seemed to have noticed it, and snorted coldly and said to Prince Liu, "Let's see the next one."

The third candidate was wearing a blue shirt and was not astonishingly beautiful as he had a long sword on his back. He looked about in his early twenties, much younger than the Yuan Dharma Monk.

The three people on the referee's seat couldn't help but frown at the same time.

The man was not in a hurry and clasped his fists and said loudly, "Heshuodu..., Liu Ying, come to apply for the election." His voice was straightforward and full of energy, but somehow hesitated a little when he was calling out his name.

Liu Chengwu asked casually, "What are the unique skills of a hero?"

"sword."

"Sword? It's really a demonstration of sword competition in front of Snake Villa." The crowd around was already in an uproar.

"Sword? Do you know who he is?" Yuan Yu pointed at Liu Chengwu and asked.

"The young owner of the snake villa."

"Then what qualifications do you have to discuss swords here?"

"He Shuo is invincible at the age of twenty. This time, he heard that the masters of the Snake Villa were selected, so he wanted to try it out. The frog at the bottom of the well wanted to know how big the world is, and he hoped to achieve it." He compared himself to the frog at the well. Although his tone was humble, his proud look seemed to be unscrupulous to the Snake Villa.

Yuan Fashen reached into his headscarf and scratched his bald head, "Zonghengheshuo, I seem to have heard of it, are you the one..."

"There are already an edict on the emperor's surnames, and all the Xianbei surnames are changed. I am Liu Ying."

"Hahaha, yes! As a swordsman, the surname Liu is still suitable for you, but some people may not be so happy." Yuan Faseng knew that the other party was the same as himself, loving Wu and Wu, and in order to integrate into the broader rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, he had no grudges about the surname Yi.

Liu Chengwu's face was indeed a little unfair. He waved to a sword slave beside him, "Gengqi, go and try it."

The sword slave bowed deeply and accepted the order, and turned around and ended. "Slay the Heavenly Stem Sword Nu Gengqi of the Snake Villa and learn the master's skills."

The reason why Zhanshe Villa is unparalleled in the world is that King Song has raised a group of dead soldiers through the connections between the two dynasties and thought they were sword slaves.

Some of them are thieves who have committed crimes.

Some of them offended the enemy's swordsman,

Some of them are martial artists who are greedy for the high salary of the royal palace.

It is also a little bit purely for finding an environment to practice sword skills.

When they came here, they all abandoned their real names and only referred to them by code names, and judged their pros and cons by swordsmanship.

The strong can seize the names of the four evil spirits, ten stems, twelve branches, and twenty-eight constellations, and the rest can only be called by numbers.

A few years ago, a thief committed a series of murders. The Northern Wei governments had no choice but to offend the master of Dongzong and wanted to surrender to the Snake Villa, but they had only got a number.

Feeling humiliated, the bandit naturally became furious and wanted to cause trouble.
To be continued...