The rain was still underground, and countless oil paper umbrellas on the stands were still supported.

There is not so much particular attention to Wudai. Chu Xiuyuan and Murong Wenche still meditate in the rain. One in order to quickly adapt to Tian Xuanjing, to repair his vitality as soon as possible.

Eyes are opposite.

"Can't you fight?" Someone on the stands said.

"Yeah, can't you fight?"

"I thought how wonderful it would be, how many tricks would be? The disparity is too great?"

"Don't say the power of strength, the key is that both people don't fight. What is going on?"

"Don't make early to admit defeat, really!"

"..."

On the stands, the words were echoed, and everyone was echoed. Later, it developed into a shout.

Some even directly angrily throwing banana peels in front of Wutai.

"Stop hand--" The guards on the side of Luo Zhongtian couldn't help growing.

Everyone's loud voice, heard the sound, suddenly remembered that the emperor was present today.

"Go and see, why don't you start?" Luo Zhongtian was a little impatient. Spring is a season of disease. Now, his body is getting worse, and he wakes up in the middle of the night last night.

To consume this way, he was afraid that he couldn't hide the truth of poisoning.

"Yes!" The guard responded and went to the direction of Bitai.

In front of Wudai, the guards and the referee bit their ears, and the eight referees in front of the stage waited closely, waiting for the two to fight again.

At this time, Chu Xiuyuan opened his eyes, and his eyes burst out.

"Brother Murong is going to fight or admit defeat?" Chu Xiuyuan stood up and asked a question. He was never a high -profile person. At this moment, he couldn't help stimulating Murong Wenche, hoping to end this event as soon as possible.

Murong Wenche evoked the corners of his sneer, but in his heart, he thought about going for some restoration time for himself, even half a minute, and said, "Prince Nan Meng asked to marry Tianle, just for her only for her for her.

Medical skills, why isn't Murong Wenche? The prince should know that Murong Wenche is one of the competitors of the Murong family's future family owners.

"One of the competitors? Murong is not the only person to choose the future owner of the Murong family?" Chu Xiuyuan frowned, suspected of rumors reliable xing.

"Hahaha, rumors really goes to thousands of miles with the truth. I heard that the South Meng State is vast, and the master of the southern Mencius intends to draw the land into two copies. In addition to the Prince Xiuyuan, he also chooses the best of the brothers of Prince Xiuyuan.

The second prince, is it really? "Murong Wenche's eyes accelerated the interest adjustment.

When Chu Xiu was far -reaching, his heart was ups and downs. He was a very calm person and could almost face everything calmly. However, everyone had weaknesses. His weakness was the position of the prince.

In his eyes, in his eyes, the position of the prince is sacred and inviolable, the symbol of his identity, and his noble manifestation ...

At this moment, how can he accept that Murong Wenche's desire to choose the second prince?

"Rumors, naturally come from rivers and lakes! Rumors rumors, there are many catching winds, but there is also windless waves. Therefore, there is only this question in the next.

For Chu Xiuyuan's dead point, she was extremely accurate.

"Huh, there will always be only one prince in the South Meng Kingdom, unless I die! Murong, I know you just want to fight for more time for ourselves. Now, let us fight for their own interests!" Chu Xiuyuan

After speaking, Murong Wenche reached out his hand, and the gentleman made a request.

Wen Che pulled the corner of his mouth, pulled a smile, and stood up with a sword pestle, "Come on!"

When the words fell, the sword rose, and he posted a very fanatic sword trick. This was also what Tianle said last night: The military law has clouds, falseness and truth, true or false, and falsehood.

It is the best technique of confusion. The enemy is often accurately accurately. However, when the difference between the disparity between the enemy and me is too large, it is not a way to confuse the other party.

Shi Shi is quiet and low -key. What he doesn't know is that the low -key is the most powerful show of B. In his bones, he must be a self -serving person and a clever person. Once you put on a trick, he will despise it.

Only embroidered pillows, so, you can fight for yourself.

Sure enough, when he saw him put on a sword move, Chu Xiuyuan immediately evoked the corners of his lips, condensed, gathered, pulled swords, and moved in one go.

bite--

The two sword collided made a sharp sound of weapons. Wen Che's sword was broken.

Chu Xiuyuan evoked the corners of the cold lips and put away the mysterious qi. Laughing lowly: "Flower fist embroidered his legs!"

But when he saw Wen Che's lips, he boarded a spirit. Next, he found that he was fooled. But he could only grit his teeth angrily: "Murong Wenche, you are a son of the family, but you don't want you to be like this.

Insiditious villain. "

Murong Wenche laughed: "Since ancient times, the soldiers have been tireless, not to mention that you are the first to tell His Royal Highness, if the application is appropriate, the flower fist embroidered legs can also be defeated."

"you……"

"Murong Wenche, win!" The referee announced the result.

"We are not convinced-"

"Unwilling-"

The women who supported Chu Xiuyuan first jumped up and danced their teeth in the spring rain.

"Everyone is quiet!" The oldest old man in the referee stood up and explained to the viewing desk, "Our competition announces the rules in advance.

The bronze medal is winning. Now, Murong Wenche won the bronze medal of Chu Xiuyuan! "After that, the referee took the bronze medal in the hands of the referee who had just stood on the war on the Wudai just now and held up in his hands.

, Show the people who call on the viewing table.

The women who were still making noisy just now did not speak, but instead spoke one by one: "Murong Wenche is scamming, he is not a opponent of Prince Xiuyuan!"

"Yes, we see very clearly.

"So bad, when you really despise Huang En ..."

"Yes! Yes!"

"right!"

The women suddenly found that this sentence was quite right to speak. They shouted.

"Cough ..." Luo Zhongtian took this opportunity to cough a few times.

"The emperor!" Just now the elder's referee Wen Luo Zhongtian's cough sound, and immediately bowed his hand slightly.
Chapter completed!