Da Bong fights more people

Inside and outside the arena, the audience waited for a long time, but still did not see Si Tianjian sending someone to fight, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

"Why doesn't Si Tianjian move, is he afraid?"

"Where is the supervisor, the supervisor should say something."

"What's going on? If Si Tianjian is afraid, why did he agree to fight? Don't you think Dabong is not shameful enough?"

Suddenly, someone shouted in surprise: "Someone came out from the Observatory."

In an instant, countless people turned their heads at the same time, and countless eyes looked at the gate of the Star Observation Tower.

In the lobby on the first floor, a man in a cloak slowly came out, holding a wine jar in his hand, wearing a hood, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly.

The moment the man in the cloak stepped out of the steps, a deep chant sound spread throughout the audience, accompanied by aura, and reached everyone's ears.

"When he was fifteen or twenty, he walked around the rivers and lakes with a green shirt and a sword."

The man in the cloak took the second step, and his low voice suddenly became high-pitched: "One day the roc rises with the same wind, and it soars up ninety thousand miles."

In those sheds, civil servants stood up unconsciously, and cast their gazes at the figure.

The cloaked man took the third step, pointed to the sky with one hand, and his voice changed from high-pitched to majestic: "The sky is the shore to the end of the sea, and I am the peak of martial arts!"

On and off the field, the martial arts fighters raised their eyebrows with weird expressions, and some people from the Jianghu outside the field even responded with aroused anger.

The cloaked man took the fourth step, and shouted: "One body has traveled three thousand miles, and one sword has been a millionaire."

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows and leaned forward slightly.

Generals, suddenly got up.

The cloaked man took the fifth step and sighed leisurely: "Xu Ningyan was not born to me, Kyushu is like a long night forever!"

Xu Xinnian was trembling with rage, this was the pinnacle of his life, created in frustration.

Brother is really shameless.

He looked around in anger, and saw dull faces. They were so focused on the cloaked man who walked slowly into the scene.

When I recited this poem, my family made fun of it, but when my elder brother recited this poem, it attracted the attention of all the people. Everyone admired Xu Nian and thought angrily:

Brother is really shameless.

Annoyed, Xu Nian glanced at the woman next to him again. She looked at the man in the cloak, a little absent-minded.

Zhan Zang stared at the cloaked man obsessively, as if he couldn't take anything else into his eyes.

Huaiqing's eyes were shining brilliantly. For the first time, she felt that this man was so dazzling.

Xu Qi'an didn't recite any more poems, he carried the wine jar, stepped into the arena step by step, and finally stopped by the golden bowl, then, he took off his hood and raised his head to drink.

The wine flowed down his chin, soaking the skirt of his clothes, wanton and unrestrained.

Suddenly, he threw the wine jar to the ground, and in the crackling sound of "clang", he laughed wildly and said:

"The heroes of the world come from my generation, and they will be destroyed as soon as they enter the rivers and lakes. In the chattering and laughing of grand plans and hegemony, life can't be drunk."

Amid wild and unrestrained laughter, he jumped into the golden bowl.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

After a long time, suddenly, the noise came, like a sea tide, sweeping the audience.

"Da Bong, we must win!"

"Da Bong, we must win!"

This high-profile appearance, the birth of this masterpiece, instantly crushed Buddhism in terms of style, and overlooked Buddhism in terms of momentum.

He also returned the confidence to the people in the capital.

The civil and military officials nodded slowly, showing admiration. It turned out that Xu Qi'an's high-profile entry had a deep meaning.

Sweeping the tide and regrouping.

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Chapter 62 The Power of All Beings

Chu Caiwei pursed her lips, her bright almond eyes followed the figure, until he threw the golden bowl, the big-eyed beauty still couldn't escape from the scene just now.

How imposing... she thought.

"Young master Xu is simply a god." The white-clothed warlocks exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts.

For them, this way of manifesting themselves was too fashionable and innovative, and it had a huge impact on their hearts.

In comparison, Senior Brother Yang who can only repeat the sentence "There is no one like me in the world" seems inferior.

Thinking of this, the warlock in white and Chu Caiwei subconsciously looked at Yang Qianhuan, only to see that Senior Brother Yang convulsed.

"It turns out that it can be like this... It can be like this... In the eyes of countless people in the capital, in the eyes of the great officials and dignitaries in the capital, they drink alcohol boldly, chant poems boldly, and challenge the battle generously." .

"Why just substituting it, I feel my brain trembling. This is the ultimate I pursue, this is the feeling I want, but I didn't expect it to be easily achieved by him......

"No, this was originally my chance, it was my chance, Mr. Prisoner...... Mr....... missed me."

On the roof of the restaurant outside, Chu Yuanzhen sighed: "It's amazing, it's really amazing. This eye-catching skill is unprecedented. I won the number one prize back then, and it's not as good as him."

"Amitabha, that's why Mr. Xu is an idiot." Heng Yuan laughed.

A person with Master Xu's personality is far more interesting than a rigid scholar, and he is much easier to get along with than a martial artist who draws his sword when he disagrees with each other.