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Mo Yuan did not look at the little emperor on the high seat, but closed his eyes and said slowly: "She, Mu Xianrou, is my king's person. If His Majesty the Emperor wants to use my king's people as a means of obstruction, then... .! Then I can only accompany Mu Xianrou and the leader of Nighthawk back to the barbarians...!"

He deliberately glanced at Nighthawk and Aoying before continuing: "Two leaders, wouldn't it be better to win both of them back in one battle~?"

Mo Yuan's words scared Ao Ying and the little emperor to tremble, and the little emperor trembled: "That's right, that's what the saying goes, a gentleman doesn't take what others like...!"

Ao Ying also said angrily: "The master of the blockade will be replaced by Chuxiaguan in the northwest of Southern Chu. If we win, then Chuxiaguan will be ours~!"

Mo Yuan agreed with a wave of his arm: "Okay~!"

Seeing that Mo Yuan had agreed, the emperor immediately said: "What Prince Yuan wants is what I want~!"

Nighthawk also spoke: "Very good~, Prince Yuan is so refreshing~!"

After listening to everyone's words, the old barbarian slave couldn't sit still. He looked at Prime Minister Fang and said provocatively: "Master Fang~, then please~!"

Unfortunately, as soon as Prime Minister Fang came on stage, he was kicked to the ground by the old slave.

Mo Yuan played with the teacup in his hand and said with a smile: "Prime Minister Fang, you have to work hard~! Our military fortress in Nanchu is in your hands. If you lose this duel, Chuxiaguan will be destroyed. If the barbarians take it away, you will become our eternal sinner in Nanchu~!"

Prime Minister Fang gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, and said angrily: "Mo~Yuan~!"

Prime Minister Fang lost the first game like this. The second competition soon came.

The two instantly fell into a fierce confrontation. Their arms grasped each other tightly like iron vices, their bodies constantly twisting and avoiding, trying to find each other's weaknesses. Their steps are flexible and steady, and they can advance and retreat freely, as if they are dancing a unique dance. Amid the cheers of the audience, the confrontation between the two became increasingly fierce. Their bodies collided with a dull sound, and sweat poured down like rain.

However, they always maintained a determined expression on their faces, as if to tell people that they would not give up easily. Suddenly, Prime Minister Fang caught the other party's flaw. He quickly stretched out his foot, tripping the other person to the ground. He took the opportunity to press forward and firmly control the old slave beneath him. Their bodies were pressed together, their muscles tense, and the confrontation of strength was suffocating.

At this time, the cheers in the hall echoed through the sky. They cheered for this wonderful wrestling match and admired the courage of both of them. At this moment, the wrestling match is more than just a competition, a face-off between two countries.

In this way, Prime Minister Fang won the second game. Just after the second game, Prime Minister Fang found that his power suddenly became stronger for some reason.

A moment later, the third scene ended. The old slave was pinned to the ground unable to move after being kicked by Prime Minister Fang.

Seeing the results in front of him, Ao Ying was so angry that he slapped his palm on the table and roared: "Mo~Yuan~!"

On the contrary, Mo Yuan was very calm. He looked at the barbarian leader with a smile: "Nighthawk~! I am willing to admit defeat~! Could it be that the leader wants to regret it~?"

Nighthawk gritted his teeth and glared at Mo Yuan: "Okay~, you are very good~!"

The ministers below cheered, and the little emperor was very excited when he saw it, but he restrained himself very well this time. He waved his hand and said: "Okay~! This is the end of the little show~! Please feel free to do as you like~!"