Although he didn't know the purpose of doing this, Hua Rong still did what Wu Zhi said.
Carrying a silver spear, he came to the ring step by step.
Compared to the cool action of the razor just now, Hua Rong's ordinary behavior attracted boos from many people around him.
Hua Rong was a little nervous at first, after all, he was new here.
Moreover, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty is now sitting not far away, and everything he does now has fallen into the eyes of the emperor and the civil and military ministers next to him.
To say I'm not nervous would be a lie.
However, hearing the boos from the group of people next to him made Hua Rong's heart gradually sink.
Especially the so-called master of martial arts named Shao Tou Dao in front of him saw Hua Rong walking up, the contempt and disdain in his eyes were not concealed at all!
The anger in Hua Rong's heart has been ignited!
Without making too many moves, Hua Rong held the spear in his hand and saluted the razor in front of him.
He gave his name: "I am Huarong, the commander of Qingfeng Village."
After Hua Rong finished speaking, Wu Zhi on the sidelines added a very timely sentence.
"Everyone, the master I sent here is nicknamed Xiao Li Guang Huarong by Jianghu Master!"
After all, Hua Rong came from the military general system. As soon as he came on the stage, many generals started applauding enthusiastically.
But compared to the huge civil service group, their applause was really sparse.
The razor had obviously never heard of Hua Rong's name, and the contempt on his face was clearly revealed.
He even sneered: "Little Li Guang? Humph, that legendary flying general Li Guang's best skill is bow shooting. What are you doing with a silver pewter spear head in your hand?"
"You're not going to come back here and brag about it to those women, are you?"
You know, this Hua Rong is a real handsome guy.
With his outfit and the spear in his hand, although he is not as heroic as the legendary Changshan Zhao Zilong, he is equally heroic.
This razor looks like a crooked melon and a cracked jujube, and he dislikes those handsome young men the most. Now, he is even more direct and sarcastic.
But Hua Rong didn't refute, he just held the silver spear in his hand tightly and stared at the razor sharply.
The razor laughed loudly when he saw it!
"Boy, you should know my name! Now that you are here, you must be prepared to die!"
"However, since you seem to be so young, I will give you a chance to live. Wait a moment and the knife in my hand will cut off one of your arms first. If you are smart enough, kneel down and kowtow to beg for mercy!"
Hua Rong shouted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense and come on!"
Shaver sneered: "You don't know how to live or die!"
As Liang Shicheng shouted "The competition begins!", everyone around the ring held their breath and stared at the ring attentively.
The moment Liang Shicheng finished speaking, Shao Tou Dao and Hua Rong moved at the same time.
Hua Rong grabbed the spear with his right hand and poured all his inner strength into the spear. His body instantly turned into a white light, and he stabbed the razor with a force invisible to the naked eye!
The moment Hua Rong took action, Shaver's eyes widened with disbelief on his face!
He never expected that this pretty boy could be so fast!
When Shaver realized something was wrong, it was too late.
The silver gun in Hua Rong's hand seemed to have pierced the air, making an air-piercing sound that was very uncomfortable for the eardrums!
There is no way to avoid the razor, so he can only hold the knife made of the cold iron of the East China Sea in front of his chest!
Shaver still thought that when he took the shot, he would use the fastest speed and strength to fight to the death with the person in front of him, but it was a pity that he did not have this opportunity.
The tip of the silver spear pierced the blade like a broken bamboo. With a "ping!", the blade instantly shattered into pieces!