Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

"Have you eaten?..."

Chi Lie's pent-up resentment was instantly shattered by this one sentence.

He stood there for a while, pondering, and could only reply helplessly.

After that, the two began to stare at each other again, neither speaking.

A tense atmosphere filled the arena, and the audience was also silent.

Emperor Jing frowned.

Why aren't they fighting yet? What are they waiting for? If they drag it out any longer, their swords will get cold!

Li Yuanzhao also muttered softly beside him.

Inside the studio, Fang Zheng Yi was also full of doubts, and looked at Lu Fa and asked: "What are they saying? Translate quickly!"

"Chi Lie said he has eaten," Lu Fa said.

"If he's eaten, why the hell aren't they fighting! What are these two dawdling about?" Fang Zheng Yi said anxiously.

His buff duration was short, and if they dragged on like this, it would be disadvantageous to Zhang Biao!

Xie Xian stroked his chin, a pensive look on his face.

"Could it be... that we haven't announced the start yet, and they're waiting?"

".........."

So it turned out that no one had announced the start!

Fang Zheng Yi's face was full of embarrassment.

It seemed that his experience in organizing such large-scale events was still insufficient. All his energy was focused on Zhang Biao, and he had overlooked this small matter.

He should have prepared a referee!

Fang Zheng Yi quickly stepped forward and patted the host twice: "Quick! It's time for you to improvise. Look at the situation and speak, be sure to bring out the momentum of my Great Jing!"

The host nodded, then concentrated and faced the bronze bell.

"The martial arts competition begins! !"

With the sound of the start, Zhang Biao suddenly exerted force with both legs, pushing backward with force to distance himself from Chi Lie.

Chi Lie laughed heartily at the sight!

Good! After all this fuss, it's finally started. He'll kill this pretentious bastard in three moves!

"Good! We can see that Sang Biao has taken the initiative to distance himself!"

"Chi Lie's weapon is a spear, but Sang Biao actually took the initiative to distance himself, which shows that he finds such an opponent not stimulating enough!"

"Sang Biao is full of unique skills, and every move is deadly! Even every shining muscle on his body has been trained into a murder weapon!"

"He crushes the enemy's body as easily as breaking ice, snapping wood, splitting rocks, and cleaving barrels!"

"However, empty talk is useless. Heishan Chi Lie is also quite remarkable!"

The host was spitting and full of passion. Fang Zheng Yi couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

As expected of the only remaining host in Banshan Workshop, his hosting skills are profound and admirable!

"According to our current information, we don't know what skills Chi Lie has, but he can ride a horse! !"

"But looking at his tall figure and murderous appearance! A tragic massacre is inevitable today! Let us wait and see!"

Paba stared at the studio hatefully, wishing he could tear the host out and grind him into powder.

You dog thing, do you have to be so obvious with your differential treatment!

Seeing Zhang Biao make a move, Chi Lie held his spear horizontally, the tip of the spear being a full two meters away from his body!

Everyone present was shocked.

However, Zhang Biao remained calm, showing two rows of bright white teeth to Chi Lie, his expression extremely arrogant!

Experience it for yourself

A hint of coldness appeared on Chi Lie's face: "It seems you can understand what I'm saying. Today, I'll grant you a quick death!"

Zhang Biao was still maintaining his detestable smile, putting his hands to his mouth in a trumpet shape, and shouting loudly in fluent Northern Rong language: "I am your father! You are just a geisha!"

After saying that, he threw away his sword and ran away without looking back!

Chi Lie was stunned for a moment, and then a flush of blood visibly rushed from his neck to the top of his head!

A heart-wrenching roar burst out: "Despicable villain, I will kill you! !"

After saying that, he picked up his spear, strode forward, and charged!

The two of them started running around the field, chasing each other. Zhang Biao's expression remained the same, and he would occasionally look back at Chi Lie, fearing that this guy would throw a spear at his back.

The audience, who had been expecting a world-shaking battle, instantly lost their enthusiasm.

They looked at the two of them chasing each other around the field with puzzled expressions. Only the Taoyuan County cheerleaders were still tirelessly cheering.

Seeing the two of them actually running, the host completely panicked and looked helplessly at Fang Zheng Yi. As a result, this turn of his head made him feel like he didn't want his ears anymore!

Fang Zheng Yi and the others were still holding binoculars at this time, looking at the situation below with wry faces, while Lu Fa was chattering and translating.

Countless swear words came out of their mouths. Apart from the host, a house full of people laughed away all the good karma they had accumulated in their lives.

What kind of people are these!

The host tremblingly opened his mouth and said: "Lord... Lord Fang?"

Fang Zheng Yi turned his head and, seeing that the host wasn't working, immediately showed displeasure: "Explain quickly! Don't slack off! Don't you want your bonus anymore?"

"This... how can I explain this!" The host wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Ah! Think of a way! You are the most professional!" Fang Zheng Yi casually waved his hand and continued to pick up the binoculars to watch the battle.

The host swallowed, walked back to the bronze bell, rubbed his face hard, and said with a slightly crying voice: "Everyone, look! Sang Biao has started his warm-up exercise! He obviously wants to start a literary contest with a race before the martial arts contest!"

"Zhang Biao has set off! Accelerating! Sprinting!"

"Heishan Chi Lie is almost catching up with Sang Biao! !"

"Too bad! Sang Biao is accelerating again! He's giving it his all!"

"We don't know where the finish line of this race is yet, but seeing Chi Lie carrying a spear is obviously an unwise choice."

"The spear is seriously slowing him down!"

The host was passionately broadcasting with his mouth, but the hand under him was fiercely pinching his thigh.

A line of clear tears couldn't help but flow down the corner of his eye.

What the hell am I talking about! ! ?

Although it was a forced explanation, his profound hosting skills obviously moved the audience present.

An unprecedented track and field competition was staged on the martial arts arena.

The audience's emotions were fully mobilized, and they cheered loudly for Zhang Biao.

Although the scene was exciting, the language being used off-stage was extremely foul.

Zhang Biao ran and cursed, using Chi Lie's mother as the center and his ancestors for eighteen generations as the radius, almost without repeating any swear words.

The results of several days of Northern Rong language learning were all displayed here.

Chi Lie roared repeatedly, his eyes were about to split, and he raised his spear to throw it several times! But Zhang Biao's movements were particularly flirtatious, sometimes running in an S-shape and sometimes running in a...

In this high-speed moving state, Chi Lie was not sure of hitting accurately, so he could only grit his teeth and chase!

Fang Zheng Yi felt a burst of tension in his heart as he looked at Chi Lie.

Although Zhang Biao was currently in the lead, Chi Lie behind him took large steps, three steps being equal to Zhang Biao's five steps.

Zhang Biao was pounding his legs hard to maintain the distance, and such a high-frequency pace was obviously a test of physical strength.

"Zhou Tie, do you think Zhang Biao has a chance of winning?"

Zhou Tie took the binoculars and observed carefully, excitedly saying: "Yes! If he keeps running like this, and drags it out for another half a cup of tea, Chi Lie's physical strength will definitely be exhausted first!"

Fang Zheng Yi murmured: "Yes, I'm just afraid that Zhang Biao won't be able to hold on first."

"He can hold on! Before he came out, I saw Zhang Biao hiding in the corner and secretly drinking a cup of honey!" Zhou Tie said.

Fang Zheng Yi suddenly understood, and a smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Good fellow! I really thought you wanted to have a fair fight!

I didn't expect you to be secretly eating energy gels in a marathon, you shameless thing!

This wave is stable!

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