After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

Hearing this, Jiang Huaizhong and another fighter clenched their fists and raised their shoulders, looking as if they were ready to fight the three opponents immediately.

He Zhan raised his hands and held down the two men. There was no fluctuation on his face, and his eyes were as calm as water as he looked at the opposite side.

"In the arena, we only compete in martial arts, not in verbal battles." He Zhan spoke, his voice was not loud, but clear and penetrating.

The three people on the opposite side thought they would see He Zhan furious, but they didn't expect him to be so calm. Their provocation was like a stone thrown into the abyss, disappearing without even a response.

Gelong felt bored, sneered and snorted, always keeping his chin raised and looking at He Zhan with contempt.

On the stage, Xin Sang witnessed this small disturbance, tilted his head to look at Shen Zheng, and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Master Qianhu, you sent General He to help me eliminate the disloyal people, but he has not helped me at all so far. I, Xin Sang, want someone with strength, not a pretty face. I sincerely cooperate with the garrison troops, but Qianhu chose such a useless person for me. It's too much of an excuse."

Xin Sang got angry on the spot, and Shen Zheng's face was not good either. He said mercilessly: "Our He Zongqi is handsome and skilled, but those bears under your command are ugly. Don't be afraid that if they lose to a useless person like He Zongqi, it will be embarrassing for the great chieftain Xin."

Xin Sang was furious and slapped the armrest of the chair: "Shen Zheng, don't be so shameless!"

Shen Zheng also slapped the armrest vigorously, and his raised eyes revealed a kind of majesty that was almost contemptuous: "Xin Sang, don't yell at me, don't forget the ugly things you did, if your people knew about it, I don't think you can keep your position as chieftain."

"Shen Zheng." Xin Sang's voice suddenly became deep, and a dark light flashed in his eyes. "Do you really think that without the help of the garrison troops, I can't sit firmly on the position of chieftain? Don't forget that the garrison troops are our number one enemy. If Turing Pass continues to become turbulent, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep your position as a thousand households."

"Xin Sang!" Shen Zheng growled in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

Xin Sang was not afraid of Shen Zheng's angry eyes. He raised a sneer at the corner of his lips and looked straight at him.

The two men's eyes met in the air, like the cold light on the tip of a sword.

It was not until the contestants were introduced that the two of them slowly withdrew their gazes and focused their eyes on the stage.

At this moment, Song Huiling no longer cared about the little fan girls cheering for He Zhan. She stared at the three Miao Yi fighters on the stage and was worried for him.

She whispered to A'mo beside her: "Are these three of your clansmen powerful?"

A'Mo nodded, his brows furrowed and his expression solemn.

In Song Huiling's mind, A'mo's skills were very impressive, and anyone who could gain his recognition must not be an ordinary person.

"Is it really that powerful?" Song Huiling added another restrictive word.

This time, A'mo nodded more vigorously. These three men were the top three warriors in the tribe. The one named Gelong was his master. All his skills were taught by Gelong himself.

Song Huiling suddenly became extremely nervous. He raised his head and looked eagerly at the arena. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest and prayed for He Zhan, hoping that nothing would happen to him.

After all the contestants have appeared, except for the two contestants in the first match, the other four contestants will temporarily move to the stage to watch.

He Zhan was not on the list for the first competition, so naturally he had to leave the ring as well.

But when he turned around, he vaguely felt that there was a burning gaze staring at him from the audience.

He glanced at the audience below, and with his highly acute perception, he quickly locked onto a pretty figure in the crowd.

He Zhan was startled. Why was his wife here?

Song Huiling's attention was always on the stage, and she was never distracted at all, so when He Zhan looked over, their eyes met unexpectedly.

He Zhan was stunned for only a moment, then the gloom on his face disappeared, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a gentle smile appeared in his eyes.

In the attic opposite, some girl screamed in surprise, "General He smiled at me, and it touched my heart."

He Zhan: “…”

The worry on Song Huiling's face immediately disappeared. The corners of his lips curved down. He glared at He Zhan fiercely and turned his head to the side.

He Zhan's heart skipped a beat. The thing that was going to give him a headache today happened. After the fight, he still had to go and coax his wife.

The first match was about to begin, and he couldn't stay for too long, so he stepped away from the ring.

Walking up to the viewing platform, He Zhan saluted Shen Zheng and said, "Master Qian Hu, I have something important to deal with. Please allow me to leave for a while."

Shen Zheng raised his eyelids and said dissatisfiedly: "The competition is about to begin, no matter how big the matter is, put it aside!"

Xin Sang then slowly cast a disdainful look at him: "Is General He afraid of our warriors and wants to flee?"

Hearing this, Shen Zheng's face turned even uglier.

He Zhan's eyes passed calmly across Xin Sang's face. For some reason, Xin Sang sensed a strong murderous intent from his calm eyes.

Just as he was about to investigate more closely, he saw He Zhan move, turn sideways and face away from him.

He Zhan turned sideways to face Shen Zheng, pointed his chin in the direction of the attic opposite, and said slowly: "Your Excellency, I was not aware of the gathering in the attic opposite. I would like to avoid irrelevant people disturbing the order of the arena. Please allow me some time to deal with this matter."

Shen Zheng looked up at the group of beautiful women in the attic, thought for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, don't let the chieftain think that we have to rely on women to cheer and shout to win the match."

"Yes." He Zhan bowed slightly and added, "I don't care what the chieftain thinks. I'm just afraid that my wife will be angry with me."

"Oh, Mr. He's wife is here today?" Shen Zhengqu tapped the armrest a few times with his fingers. "It's been so long since Mr. He got married, but I still haven't met your wife. I can see her after the competition is over."

"Thank you for your concern." He Zhan felt that Song Huiling was someone who hated dealing with situations, so he immediately declined, "It's just that my wife is weak and needs to rest. When there is a chance in the future, I will bring my wife to visit the chief."

"In that case, there's no need to force it. You should let your wife rest and recuperate." Shen Zheng was just speaking casually to show his courtesy. He was not interested in the private lives of his subordinates.

As long as they can do good things for him, He Zhan doesn't care even if he marries four or five wives.

He Zhan thanked Shen Zheng and left to watch the arena.

Xin Sang stared at his departing back, becoming increasingly dissatisfied, and said to Shen Zheng: "Master Qianhu, how can a person who indulges in love affairs achieve great things? This General He is obviously a henpecked weakling, you should find me a new partner."