"Dad, Uncle Six, I, I'm fine, just my face is a little swollen, hiss..."

Xiao Feng raised his eyelids with difficulty, and the heart-wrenching pain made him unable to help but take a breath.

Xiao Laoliu looked at Xiao Feng heartlessly and said inexplicably: "Feng'er, why do I feel like you have become different?"

Xiao Feng was happy when he heard this. Could it be that Uncle Six had seen my progress in the past three days?

Unexpectedly, Xiao Laoliu continued, "Your bruised and swollen face is much closer to your previous dead fish face!"

“…”

Xiao Feng and his son looked at him expressionlessly, which made Xiao Laoliu get goosebumps, and then he stepped aside in disappointment.

"Feng'er, your injury... Oh, no matter where you have been in the past few days, today's competition?"

"Dad, don't worry, no problem. I know the competition system today. I won't take action in the morning. I will take a day off. When it's almost dark, I will go up and challenge one at random. It's definitely fine."

"Well, this plan is very good, so you can rest first. Dad asked me to invite Doctor Lin and let him see your muscles later."

Xiao’s father finished speaking.

"Game No. 17, champion, Lanling Xiao family, Xiao Feng, please come to the stage to defend the ring immediately!"

"Damn!"

Xiao Feng and his son looked at each other. Before Xiao Feng's butt was warmed up, he stood up again. The key was that his legs were still lame.

Xiao's father didn't expect that his son would be the champion. He didn't know whether to be happy or silent at this time.

"Feng'er, why don't you give up on the losing game, come down and have a good rest, and wait for the challenge in the afternoon?"

When Xiao Feng heard this, he shook his head, his anal fissure was like him? Why did he have the nerve to pretend to be timid: "No? Dad, I must guard the arena? I can't lose the name of our Lanling Xiao family."

"Then? Well, my dad won't advise you? You should be careful."

At this time, the referee's voice came again.

"Game No. 19? Champion? Shuofang Chamber of Commerce, Xue Li, please come to the stage to defend the ring immediately!"

Xiao Feng, who was limping towards the No. 17 ring, was stunned and turned his head to look at Xi Yunfei.

With the help of Liu Qingtian, this kid Xue Rengui happened to spurt out an old blood.

The audience nearby were so scared that their faces changed drastically?       Good guy, he was so injured that he would definitely be kicked off immediately after he got on the ring.

When Xiao Feng saw this, he looked envious and rubbed his stomach. A sour smell came up to his throat.

Alas, when I was soaking in the medicine pool? I accidentally fell asleep and took several sips of the extremely smelly medicine liquid.

Is it better that boy Xue Rengui? He vomited out as soon as he said he vomited. I kept my throat stuck for a long time but didn't feel it.

Looking at the No. 3 arena again? Ouyang Zhemei, who was chosen as the champion early, sat on the ring? She also looked at Xue Rengui who was vomiting with envy. She seemed to feel something. The two of them looked at each other, and they were full of envy and jealousy.

When I thought that the medicine liquid was not spit out now, but instead waited for the scene of spraying it out from below at night, it was so sour and refreshing that it was not worthy of being told by outsiders.

"Finally, arena No. 26, champion, Xingyang Zheng family, Guo Jing, please come to the stage to defend the ring immediately!"

After a stick of incense broadcast, there were champions in twenty-six small arenas on the scene.

The audience on the racetrack talked in a slight manner. Some people thought the contestants above deserved their reputation, while others felt that they were just Err.

As for the 78 contestants who were not selected as champions, they were all ready to try.

The twenty-six champions selected are their targets. Although they are a bit unhappy to be selected, what does that mean? In this martial arts world where strength is the most respected, the hard fist is the hard truth.

Especially some Gentile players, such as the East and West Turks, Tuyuhun, Tubo, Sassanthemum Persia, Japan, Silla, and Baekje, because their popularity is not as good as those of the Tang Dynasty players, even if they have the strength, they have no chance to be the champion.

At this time, it is the best opportunity for them to show their own strength. As long as they go on stage to defeat a Tang Dynasty man, all the Tang Dynasty men present can know how well you are looking at the sky.

In this part of the Gentiles's competition area, the Tubo little prince Songtsen Gampo was giving a lot of instructions to a big lama.

"Master Longyan, you must not let me down. Now I am the only player left in Tubo. You must make it into the top ten. My father said that you must get the secret technique of sending messages from thousands of miles away."

The great lama clasped his hands respectfully: "Great Powerful Tianlong, Prince, don't worry, the little monk has seen it just now. There are only two of the twenty-six champions, and there are only two of them who are a little afraid, and the others are not worth worrying."

Upon hearing this, Songtsen Gampo nodded with satisfaction, clasped his fleshy little hands and said, "That's hard work, master, I will definitely give you a good word in front of my father. As long as you take down the secret technique of sending voice for thousands of miles, you can build any holy temple on the snow mountain."

The great lama was happy when he heard this, knelt down piously to the West, muttered a few Buddhist sayings, then got up and bowed to Songtsen Gampo, and said with great enthusiasm: "Your Highness, the little monk is going to take the lead now."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the viewing area, glanced around the twenty-six arenas, avoided the number one Gu Zhongxian, and frowned and looked at Monk Due in the second arena, and finally looked at Ouyang Zhemei, who was obviously in poor condition.

Ouyang Zhemei is ranked third in the ring because of her super popular popularity. In the eyes of Master Long Yan, this little guy is a bit unworthy of his name.

Although the other party looked in poor condition, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and could not stand steadily, the lion still tried his best to fight the rabbit. To put it bluntly, he just took advantage of his illness and killed him. At this time, the chance was the best. If you win this little guy, I will be third, hahaha!

I, the Central Plains martial arts people, are disdainful to take advantage of others' dangers, so there are many people who challenge them on the ring.

But Ouyang Zhemei, Xiao Feng and Xue Li have never been selected.

At this moment, I finally saw someone walking towards Ouyang Zhemei, and the audience on the sidelines were boiling.

Especially those little fans of Ouyang Zhemei were all screaming red-faced.

Although my family's immortal Zhemei was completely unrecognizable, he was always perfect in my heart. If you dare to go to the arena, will you believe me if you drown me with spit every minute?

Master Long Yan curled his lips and walked to the front of the arena: "Great Powerful Tianlong, World Honored Ksitigarbha, the little monk is polite. Since the donor is injured, it is better to step down and rest. The wind is strong above, so be careful of catching a cold."

Ouyang Zhemei tried hard to remove the smelly medicine from her belly. Suddenly, she heard the great lama's high-sounding persuasion, and was immediately angry and funny. She said according to his meaning: "What the master said is that it is indeed a place that is too cold to be high, but it is not something that anyone can do as long as he wants."

Master Long Yan frowned slightly, and his triangular eyes carefully looked at the injuries on Ouyang Zhemei's body, and thought to himself that this little guy is also tough, and he can talk to him without being humble or arrogant even if he is injured like this. I, the Great Powerful Tianlong, the World Honored One Di Ksitigarbha, will definitely teach you how to be a human being in a while.

"Donor, the little monk is also thinking about your body. Since you can't understand, the little monk can only do it. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Even if those female donors humiliate me and scold me, the little monk will stand up for the sake of the donor."
Chapter completed!