super king glory

"Sixth match, Li Bai and Zhao Huoming, come on!"

wow~

As soon as the sound fell, the auditorium closest to the ring burst into enthusiastic cheers.

Many people shouted the names of Zhao Huoming and Li Bai.

Zhao Huoming is the second son of the Zhao family in the capital, and his status is extremely noble.

His handsome appearance and marriageable age also made him the object of admiration of many girls in the capital.

And Wang Xiaojian's popularity is also very high.

The poems written by Wang Xiaojian in Xie Ya Zhai yesterday have not been spread yet.

But a show made Wang Xiaojian a celebrity in the capital, and he had a lot of "fans".

However, the fans of Wang Xiaojian and Zhao Huoming are different.

Zhao Huoming's fans are mostly young women.

A commoner woman hopes to be liked by Zhao Huoming and marry into the Zhao family.

And Wang Xiaojian's fans are mostly old men, old women, and young men with blood in their hearts.

They all resonated with Shier, and were moved by the feeling of never forgetting to regain their homeland even to the death.

Wang Xiaojian and Zhao Huoming walked onto the ring together.

Zhao Huoming was wearing a luxurious robe, listening to the cheers from around, his head was raised high.

The noble second son of the Zhao family will not be tempted by a commoner woman.

In his eyes, these civilians are only enough to kneel and lick him.

However, he enjoys this feeling of attention.

Wang Xiaojian was not as black-bellied as Zhao Huoming. When someone called his name, he raised his hand and responded to them.

Although the bitch does things very unreasonably, he often scolds Shabby.

However, he will not pour cold water on others.

It can be heard that when these people called Li Bai, they contained different emotions.

Rare and precious.

And although he doesn't support the winner's royal family, the memory of Wang Xiaojian belonging to Dongxiamen makes him have a good impression of this country and its people.

Zhao Huoming looked at Wang Xiaojian, who raised his hand, raised the corners of his mouth, and showed a contemptuous expression on his face.

He disdained to do such a thing, but Wang Xiaojian did it.

The level is too low.

He turned to Wang Xiaojian and said with a sneer: "People born in a poor family are really lowly. What can we do with these lowly people?"

Wang Xiaojian sneered when he heard the words, and said: "It's better to be born from a poor family than a dog."

Chapter 2

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taunting. King points +6!"

A crisp voice sounded in Wang Xiaojian's mind, but Zhao Huoming was angry.

"Li Bai, what are you talking about? You call me a dog?"

Wang Xiaojian chuckled, and said, "The dignified Zhao family's second young master listens to a dead eunuch like this, what is it if it's not a dog?"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taunting. King points +6!"

A crisp voice sounded.

Zhao Huoming's body shook again.

His eyes widened, and the veins on his forehead were exposed.

Every time, he tried to provoke Wang Xiaojian, but in the end, he was the one who was provoked.

"Li Bai, go to hell!"

Zhao Huoming was furious, with boundless hostility emanating from his body, and then with a "clang", he pulled out a long knife behind his back.

This knife is three fingers wide and shaped like a Japanese sword, but the blade emits a faint light.

This is not a treasured sword of the Xuan rank, but its level has also reached the top level of the Huang rank.

Zhao Huoming yelled loudly, jumped up, three or four meters into the air, and shot towards Wang Xiaojian like a wild goose.

As soon as he landed, the golden thunder knife in his hand shot out a bright light.

The sword glow is like a golden feather, the moment it spreads out, the surrounding air will be torn apart by the sword glow.

The second son of the Zhao family, Zhao Huoming, is a three-star military general this year.

At this moment, as soon as he struck out with the knife, a bright light of the knife appeared, which showed that his saber skills had reached a very high level.

This is a young swordsman.

Wang Xiaojian was holding the Silver Snake Sword, but he didn't draw it.

He looked at Zhao Huoming who was exercising a powerful saber technique, his expression was indifferent, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

Under the arena, the proud sons-in-law of the Jin-son-in-law looked at Wang Xiaojian with surprised expressions on their faces.

It wasn't because of Zhao Huoming's sharp sword light that he was surprised, but because of Wang Xiaojian's reaction.

Everyone has come to kill him, but he is still so calm?

Aren't you afraid of being hacked to death with a knife?

Could it be that he couldn't react?

Tian Hailiang frowned, he didn't think Wang Xiaojian couldn't react, if that was the case, Wang Xiaojian definitely didn't have such an expression.

At this moment, Wang Xiaojian looks more like he has mastered all the tricks of Zhao Huoming.

Because he has a well-thought-out plan, he is calm.