who has seen the wind

Looking a hundred feet away from the platform, two young men wearing animal masks were fighting bare-chested.The stands were crowded with people, and they cheered from time to time.

Baili Shana sat in the first seat, and two beautiful maidservants stood around.

Looking away from the stage, the victorious young man ran around the field and laughed loudly: "Who else will challenge me!"

The young man is wearing a white tiger animal mask, with his upper body bare, his body is fit, and his whole body is full of powerful beauty.

The crowd in the stands cheered, and the referee raised his voice: "The white tiger wins, and the black fox loses."

The young man took off the white tiger mask and put it in a basket. He was very happy at first, but when he saw the black fox being dragged back into the prison, he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, it's just someone else's plaything.

The referee said: "Next game, put two slaves on stage."

A tall and strong young man with a wild lion and beast face walked out from the narrow gate in the south. As soon as the young man entered the arena, there was a wave of excited cheers.

"Mad lion, only one defeat in a hundred battles!"

"Beast-faced hero!"

"The wild lion will win!"

Everyone cheered for a while, and found that the opponent at the narrow gate to the north had not come for a long time, and doubts arose everywhere.

Baili Shana frowned, and ordered the attendant to ask what was going on, and the attendant came back and whispered: "The newcomer has escaped from prison."

Baili Shana's complexion darkened, she poked out her consciousness, and said, "It's okay. Let someone else do it first."

The slave who was supposed to be in the next game was pushed onto the arena, and when he saw the wild lion, his legs trembled.This crushing of strength is not a contest, but a one-sided brutality.Although there was no suspense, the gushing blood still ignited the atmosphere, and the spectators waved their arms and applauded.

The referee said: "The wild lion wins, the golden pheasant loses. In the last match, the slave will take the stage."

Everyone stared closely at the narrow gates on the north and south sides.

Xie Wei and Xia Ji ran along the dark corridor for a long time, but the corridor was like a maze, no matter which way they ran, they would eventually enter a dead end.

Xie Wei said: "Running down is not an option, blast the wall and see."

Xia Ji took out a blasting talisman from his sleeve, stuck it on the wall, hugged Xie Wei and hurriedly retreated.After the blasting talisman exploded, the surrounding walls collapsed, but the power did not recede, but a more violent explosion erupted.

"This... this is not an ordinary blasting talisman!" Xie Wei was shocked by the destructive power.

Xia Ji said: "Brother gave it to you."

The third explosion sounded, and the entire aisle was razed to the ground, and the stones fell rustlingly, showing a faint tendency to collapse.

The two ran wildly, followed the light, and finally escaped.

Before Xie Wei had time to be happy, she was overwhelmed by bursts of cries.

"Come here! Is that the new slave? He's on stage!"

"Why are there two here?"

Xia Ji squinted his eyes and glanced around, seeing the three words "Wanglitai," on the stone gate, feeling in a bad mood.Going around and around, after all, it still goes around here.

A young man in purple clothes with fluttering sleeves stepped down from the stands. The young man was wearing a phoenix beast face, and he cupped his hands and said, "Let me teach you."

Baili Shana saw the figure, slapped the table and shouted angrily: "Who let him out?!"

The entourage hurriedly said: "My lord, calm down...it's Mr. Xianzhi... who wants to come out by himself."

"This villain!" Baili Shana glared at the purple-clothed boy, who nodded at him slightly, and Baili Shana said helplessly, "Forget it, let him finish this match and then go to prison."

The attendant couldn't help but said: "Master Xianzhi has been imprisoned for more than a hundred years, I don't know how long you plan to imprison him."

"Shut up until he forgets about that beast!"

The rule of Wanglitai is to fight naked.

Baili Xianzhi took off his shirt, and his gown fell to the ground.

Xie Wei privately didn't want Xia Ji to take off his clothes in full view, so he said, "Little brother, let me do it."

Xia Ji gave Xie Wei a cool look, and said coldly: "No need, just stay by the side."

Xie Wei didn't know where he provoked the child again, why he spoke so indifferently, pursed his lips, and moved aside.

Xia Ji untied his belt, and took off his shirt neatly.He has a handsome figure, broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a tattoo of a singing snake flying through the clouds and fog on his back. He has a gentle but not weak beauty.

Xie Wei stared at Xia Ji's back uncontrollably, his breathing stagnated, his heart couldn't help beating wildly, and his neck was red to the roots of his ears.

Xia Ji said aloud, his figure disappeared from the spot, and he was behind Baili Xianzhi in an instant, jumped up and kicked hard.

Baili Xianzhi immediately dodged to the side, grabbed Xia Ji's foot with one hand and pulled it hard, and Xia Ji kicked it out with the other foot.In a moment, the two of them went back and forth with more than a dozen strokes.

Xie Wei noticed something unusual.Even without spiritual power, Xia Ji's skill is still very good, and Baili Xianzhi is far from Xia Ji's opponent.

Xie Wei has also seen Xia Ji fight, this kid is so vicious when he fights, he can knock others down with one move, but he will never use two moves, that kind of desperate aura is frightening.

However, at this time Xia Ji was playing gently, leaving room for every move.

Xie Wei suspected that Xia Ji was being controlled, and couldn't help shouting: "Xiao Yuheng."

Xia Ji didn't respond.

Xie Wei thumped in his heart, he was really controlled!

Xia Ji and Mr. Yuheng are very similar in appearance and temperament, some ancestors of the cultivators often tease Xia Ji and call him "little Yuheng."

The ancestors didn't know that Lord Yuheng and Xia Ji were actually father and son who had turned against each other, they called each other joyously, but Xia Ji's heart was blocked.

Xie Wei still remembered that when she first met Xia Ji, she didn't know how to address Xia Ji, so she imitated those cheerful ancestors and shouted: "Little Yuheng is polite."

Xia Ji's face turned black on the spot, not to get angry in front of the ancestor, and threatened Xie Wei in private: "Remember, say it once, hit it three times."

Xie Wei looked impatient, and suspected that Xia Ji might not have heard clearly just now, so he called Xiao Yuheng again.

Xia Ji still didn't respond.

"Who are you?" Two voices uttered at the same time.

One is from Xie Wei, and the other is from Baili Xianzhi.

Xia Ji picked up Baili Xianzhi's lapel with one hand, and slammed him to the ground, about to hit him with his fist.

Baili Xianzhi stared at the oncoming fist, his mind was in chaos, the past was densely packed together, and his headache was about to split.

That punch never landed.

After Xia Ji said, "Master Xian, don't die for me," his eyes darkened, and he fell to the ground.

Xie Wei hurriedly supported Xia Ji, checked it, and poured out a spell from Xia Ji's pocket, with two lines written on it: Mo Shang.

Spiritualism.Write your name on a spell with blood, put it on the person you want to control, and you can control others for a short time.

Baili Xianzhi was stunned for a long time, took the charm with the word "Mo Shang" from Xie Wei's hand, and suddenly let out a maniacal laugh.

I remembered it, I remembered it, why I forgot the past, why I couldn't restrain my pain when I saw the word Mo Shang, I remembered it, I remembered it all.

Baili Xianzhi tore off the face of the phoenix beast, and walked out of the viewing platform laughing wildly, bursts of laughter burned into the heart like a soldering iron, and the breeze blew cold.

Baili Shana sternly said: "Xianzhi, where are you going?... Stop him!"

Soldiers holding swords surrounded Baili Xianzhi, but he didn't care about it, and walked forward with a bleeding hole in his chest.

"Nie Zhan, where are you going!" Baili Shana slapped the table and shouted.

The young man who always smiled gently fell into a demon barrier, and when he left the gate of Wansheng City, in the wind filled with dust and bleak wind, he pulled out the jade hairpin in his hair, shook off three thousand long green silks, tore off the hollow white jade on his neck, and grew a long hair. Laughing and throwing into the yellow sand.

There is a big dream in the world, and there are several cool autumns in the world.

Xie Wei and Xia Ji failed to bring back Baili Xianzhi, and Mo Shangjun didn't say anything, and after returning that trace of soul to Xie Wei, he sent them out of the ghost world.

Xia Ji Yujian hugged Xie Wei's waist from behind. Both of them were of the same slender figure, and Xia Ji's head rested on Xie Wei's shoulder without any effort.

Xie Wei said: "There is a story circulating in Wansheng City, do you want to hear it?"

Xia Ji said softly: "Yes."

The story begins a hundred years ago.

When the boy in purple happened to pass by the underground prison, he saw a fierce and fierce child.After beating four or five strong inmates to the ground, the child sat down on the ground and burst into tears, crying heartbreakingly, as if he was the one who had just been beaten so hard.

The boy thought it was funny and asked him, "Why are you crying?"

The child choked and said, "My heart is suffering all the time."

The boy pretended to be surprised: "You are so small, you know what suffering is."

The child waved his fists and said angrily, "You and I were raised by our parents. Your parents are high above you, so you are high above me. My parents are lowly, so I am also lowly. You were born with stars, but I only deserve to be enslaved and driven. All I want is a bowl of rice to fill my belly, a bowl of water to quench my thirst, a bed to sleep in, to live and die freely, not to be arranged to fill the wind hole!."

The child cried, "I was born to die, how can I not suffer!"

The young man was silent for a moment, and said: "If you want, you can smash this iron prison with your fist."

Under the deliberate promotion of the youth, a kind of competitive competition gradually emerged in Wansheng City, and a special arena was built for the competition, named Wanglitai.Slave races, nobles gamble, and if they are interested, the nobles can buy the slaves back.

The slaves in the prison gave birth to a kind of hope, and loudly praised the kindness of Mr. Xian Zhi.

The child jumped excitedly and said loudly, "It's for me! This is a competition that Mr. Xianzhi set up for me!"

There is a word "li" in his name.

When Yan Li was 13 years old, he stepped into the Observatory for the first time. He wore a phoenix mask and his chest was raised high, just like a proud phoenix.

Yan Li's opponent is the young and energetic Wild Lion.As a result of the match, Yan Li broke several ribs and both hands.

Two men dragged Yan Li into the prison and threw him on the wet and dirty straw mat. Yan Li leaned against the wall and cried loudly.

"How old are you, still crying?"

Yan Li looked at the young man in purple and choked with sobs, "Master Xianzhi, I lost."

"If you lose, you lose. It's good to win it back next time." The young man took out a bag of pine nut candy from his sleeve, "You are not afraid when you meet a strong enemy. Your courage is commendable. I will reward you."

Looking at the young man, Yan Li cried even more heartbreakingly, with tears and snot all over his face, and cried while crying, "Thank you...Master Xianzhi!"

The boy stretched out the pine nut candy for a long time and asked, "Why don't you take it?"

Yan Li said weakly: "My arm is broken."

The boy sighed, took out a candy, peeled off the wrapper, and stuffed it into Yan Li's mouth.

Yan Li cried until his heart broke, and threw himself on the young man, "Master... I am willing to break my heart for you, and I will do anything!"

When Yan Li was 17 years old, he ran into a wild lion again.

The ending is: Phoenix wins, Wild Lion loses.

The invincible Wild Lion lost for the first time, setting off a frenzy of buying Phoenix.

The rich and powerful lord: "I bought this slave!"

A noble youth: "Phoenix, I want it!"

Charming woman: "I want to buy it too!"

The asking prices were higher and higher, and Yan Li was shocked, thinking that I am so expensive? !After a brief surprise, Yan Li became more restless.

Even if he was treated as livestock, he only wanted to be bought by him.

Yan Li looked at Baili Xianzhi on the high platform almost beggingly, his eyes were full of words: Buy me, buy me, buy me.

But that day, Yan Li was bought by Baili Shana.