But it was obvious that even though he was unconscious, he was still alive.
The venue fell into complete silence, seemingly shocked by this result.
Hongyu's beautiful eyes widened, and she said after a while: "What! This idiot actually won?"
Ye Fuxun smiled. She naturally knew that Hongyu was sure that the Bone-Eating Horse would win and had already bet on the Bone-Eating Horse. Naturally, everything was lost.
And she made a lot of money.
Ye Fuxun looked at Hongyu and smiled: "How does defeating your opponent with one palm compare to Li Wangscorpion?"
Hongyu snorted softly and said: "So what? I hate this person. He is pretending and is not happy at all. Moreover, Li Wangxiao is the King of Western Shura. Although this person is strong, he is still better than his sister Li Wangxiao.
Some distance away."
Ye Fuxun took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "The show is over, it's time to end."
Although Ce Chi did not kill his opponent, Ye Fuxun didn't feel very good about this Shura field. The smell of blood in the air and the excited voices made him feel a little disgusted inexplicably.
Hongyu shrugged and said: "Are we leaving now? But it seems that there will only be some small competitions next, and there is nothing to see. Let's go."
In another part of the arena, two people were also in a private room, quietly looking at the two people standing and lying underneath.
One person was wearing a mysterious robe and had a deep gaze.
Beside him was a man in Confucian robes, waving a fan in his hand, looking gentle and elegant, but with a cynical smile on his face.
He looked at the man in black robe and said with a smile: "What is Brother Wang thinking?"
The man in black robe was silent for a moment, looked at the plain-dressed Ce Chi underneath, and said calmly: "It's nothing."
The man in Confucian robes closed his fan and said with a smile: "You don't usually like to come to this Shura field, so what? Do these fighters catch Brother Wang's eyes?"
The man in black robe thought thoughtfully and said: "There is something interesting about that Ce Chi."
The man in Confucian robes smiled and said, "Oh? Brother Wang wants to buy Ce Chi? I think he is indeed an interesting person."
The man in black robe withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Let's talk about it, it's time to go back, Yu Ze."
At the same time, a man in black sneaked into Ningtian Mansion in Cangzhou City.
In the quiet and elegant back garden, a majestic and noble middle-aged man is painting in the pavilion.
The man in black walked behind the rockery and saw that there was only one person in the pavilion. In the huge back garden, he could not feel a breath, and he could not even see a guard.
Although I don't know why, the man in black suddenly drew his sword, and with a flash of his body, he appeared behind the middle-aged man, and the sword in his hand was pressed between the neck of the Chinese medicine man.
The cold tenacity carries a biting meaning, followed by the emotionless voice of the man in black: "Don't make a sound, otherwise you will die here."
However, there was no trace of panic on the middle-aged man's face, and the pen in his hand did not even stop for a moment because of this. He spoke smoothly and calmly: "According to your sword skills, the master behind you must be from the Imperial City."
The man in black looked sharply. Although the middle-aged man didn't explain it completely, his words seemed to make it clear.
The man in black turned the sword in his hand and was about to kill the middle-aged man who was an extraordinary person at first sight.
However, just as the long sword was about to move, it was already a step too late.
I saw the writing brush spinning in the middle-aged man's hand for a moment, and a ray of light flashed past. The tip of the brush was like a sharp blade, and it was no less powerful than the light of a sword.
At the same time, the middle-aged man also took a step back, flicking the edge of the sword away with his fingertips. At the same time, he waved the brush in his hand and drew a stroke leisurely across his side.
The next moment, the middle-aged man returned to the distance, with ink on the tip of his pen, and entered the painting again.
His eyes indifferently caught a glimpse of the black-clothed figure lying on the ground beside him.
The man in black stared in disbelief and murmured: "How is this possible..."
On his neck, a bloody streak looked extremely hideous in the sunlight.
The middle-aged man withdrew his gaze, still focusing on the scroll on the table, but laughed dryly: "Losers always like to say this, come on."
As he finished speaking, two guards appeared behind the middle-aged man like ghosts.
The middle-aged man waved his pen and said casually: "Take the person away."
The guard whispered: "Yes."
Without too much curiosity, the two men walked over and carried the man in black away.
Ye Fuxun and Hongyu left the Shura Field, and were taken to a place called Changle Tower by Hongyu.
"Brother Bai Yue, this Changle Building is the most popular tavern in Cangzhou City. Many children of high-ranking officials and nobles like to hold banquets here. Most people can't enter Changle Building. I will take you to see it."
Ye Fuxun looked at Hongyu who was chatting aside, but he didn't care about her interest. He just said: "Since Sister Hongyu invites you kindly, Bai Yue should be respectful and obey her orders."
Soon the two of them arrived at the so-called Changle Tower. As Hong Yu said, it looked like an extremely exquisite pavilion from the outside, and all the sedans parked outside were unusual at first sight.
The two of them had just walked into Changle Building when they saw a man coming forward. His eyes brightened when he saw Hongyu, and he stepped forward to say hello: "Miss Hongyu, I haven't seen you for a while. Your complexion is getting better."
When Hongyu saw the two of them, although her eyes were faint, she still smiled and said: "Young Master Song is joking."
The man known as Mr. Song looked at Ye Fuxun without any trace, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.
"Looking at the direction you came from, could it be that you just came out of the Shura Field?"
Hongyu smiled and said: "Master Song is right."
Mr. Song frowned slightly: "Miss Hongyu didn't ask me to come with you. It seems that she has a new love."
After saying that, he looked coldly at Ye Fuxun, who was standing next to Hong Yu.
Ye Fuxun was speechless for a while. He was still doing everything, so why did he get into trouble?
Hearing this, Hong Yi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Master Song, what you said is wrong. You are the son of the Prime Minister, and the Nu family are just ordinary people. Why do you say this as if the Nu family has failed you?"
Mr. Song snorted coldly and said, "This guy has never been seen around Miss Hongyu. Who is he?"
Bai Yue forced a smile and was about to speak when she heard Hong Yu say: "Mr. Bai Yue is an old friend of the Nu family. They were friends before meeting Mr. Song. Naturally, I have never met Mr. Song."
As soon as these words came out, Ye Fuxun knew that trouble would come to his door again.
Mr. Song's eyes suddenly turned cold: "I see, since you two are coming to Changle House for dinner, why not come with me, Mr. Song?"
Ye Fuxun was about to refuse, but he saw Hongyu making a gesture towards him, then looked at Young Master Song and said with a smile: "Young Master Song invited me, so naturally I can't refuse."
Mr. Song's face brightened slightly at this moment, he turned around and walked forward with the boy.
Ye Fuxun glanced at Hongyu suspiciously: "Sister Hongyu, who is this?"