White Crow City is located in the north of Lihuo City. Before dawn, Uncle Yan Yan led people outside the city. At this moment, he also led Su Jing and his party to the arena in the east of the city.
For today's grand gathering, Su Jing specially invited Xi Gui'er to come out and carry the sedan chair for him.
Behind the sedan is the big iceberg. Xia Erlang cannot return to the city in the middle of the competition. This piece of ice is useless for today's fight, but Xia Lishan treats it as a treasure and has to keep the iceberg in his sight at all times.
You must bring your companions with you. As for Qibai Xiaerlang, he has not shown up yet and is still in White Crow City.
Yan Yanbo's men led the way, followed by a sedan chair followed by a big iceberg. This was the scene of the White Crow Sugar Man. Many civilians also left the city early to accompany Su Jing because they fell in love with Xia Erlang, and did not enter the ring.
We don’t know whether we will win or lose, but people in the summer region are suffering from the scorching heat, so it is a pleasure to walk along a big ice lump and enjoy the slightest refreshing coolness.
After bypassing half of Lihuo City and arriving at the arena in the east of the city, Su Jing looked around in the sedan chair and then said with a smile: "What a good guy!"
Other arenas are built high, but this arena is just the opposite. The pit is dug deeply, with the bottom three hundred feet above the ground. It is neatly paved with huge stones and then covered with fine sand and loess, covering a radius of twenty miles.
The walls of the pit are open and sloping upward, with ladder seats cast for people to sit and watch the battle. When driving, people are oriented to the south. The layers of viewing platforms on the south side of the pit are even more elaborate, with high eaves inlaid with iron, stone and red silk like arches to provide shade.
enjoy the cool air.
The fighting arena was not specially built for today's snowfield fights. It is customary for charioteers to watch gladiatorial fights as a show. Death row prisoners have been killed and prisoners have been fighting each other for a long time.
There are huge boxes the size of a large hall placed in the pit, covered with thick black cloth. I don’t know what’s inside.
Seventeen teams plus an iceberg arrived. They did not enter the arena but lined up not far away and waited quietly.
Seeing other elite snowfield soldiers arrayed neatly, Uncle Yan Yan felt a little uneasy and asked Su Jing in the sedan: "Your Xia Erlang..."
"Although the children are zombies, they also have joys, sorrows and joys. At first, they were all gearing up to kill each other, but then I heard that Bu Zheng was very dissatisfied. For the sake of my loyalty to the army, I promised that I could sleep more every day. Now,
Still asleep."
Uncle Yanyan was startled, but before he could say anything, Su Jing continued: "Sir, don't be anxious, you will wake up at a quarter of the hour, and you will enter the ring at three quarters of the hour. There is absolutely no time, and there is no one to rush you now."
We are not."
Indeed, there were not many officials to pay attention to the soldiers in the snow field. Everyone was busy performing their duties. They were guiding the people from all directions to take their seats, or making final arrangements for the south platform to welcome the arrival of the nobles.
Not long after waiting, a fierce cry suddenly came from the south. It was like the roar of a dragon but not as clear as the dragon's cry. It was like the roar of an eagle but a thousand times louder than the cry of an eagle. Immediately, I saw a giant centipede with two wings on its back.
The insect swooped in from the south. Judging by the visual inspection of Xiu Jia, the strange insect was probably ten miles away.
The monster hurried to the vicinity, and its huge body suddenly shook and collapsed. Sections of its body then transformed into seven-foot-long ghost-faced dragonflies. Elite soldiers with green armor and six ears dispersed around to patrol. There was a flag fluttering on the giant dragonfly, but there was no text.
A plate of thorns. No need for words. Whoever saw this flag would not know that it was the prince of the dynasty, the emperor's younger brother Wang Jing Wang's personal guard.
One of the most famous and brave military horses in Yujie, Yin Tingwei.
Six thousand Yin Ting Guards patrolled all directions during the tea time. When these soldiers and horses appeared, Su Jing finally saw what Lang Qi said back then, "Wherever my people come, all living things bow their heads and keep silent."
The scenery, from flowers and trees to the snakes, insects, and rats on the way, all had their heads lowered, huddled in place and shivering!
Seeing nothing unusual, the general leading the team shouted, killed the soldiers and patted the dragonfly on the head, then landed.
After landing, black smoke rose around the dragonfly. In a moment, the black smoke dissipated and the evil creature disappeared, while a pair of small transparent wings appeared on the breastplate of the Yinfly Guard, like a corsage, not eye-catching but beautiful. Then six thousand green armors appeared
They all gave a half-salute to the east, a ridiculous gesture, but because the soldiers and horses were displaying their mighty murderous intent, the Yin Ting Guards shouted like the sound of gold and iron clashing: "Welcome my king!"
‘Unworthy’ went back to the capital, and Prince Wangjing came to the Lihuo Arena in person.
Su Jing gently took a breath of cold air, his face slightly startled, but even more happy! Xiaoxiang Liu sent a message into the secret: "Itchy hands?"
"The hand is not itchy, but the sword is itchy." Su Jingmi said with a smile.
'You can't bear to mess up a big plan' or 'it's just meat in your mouth', the same problem comes again... After practicing, I have enough fighting power, and more importantly, I have the magic weapon that can kill the opponent.
, I really feel that there is scenery everywhere.
As the two men were whispering, thick black and green clouds were billowing in the southern sky, and the shrill singing and shouting of both men and women spread throughout the world: "Come on, come on, look forward to King Jing's arrival! Hundreds of officials from the lower realms will greet you!"
Just as the shouting ended, another loud and thick voice rang out from the clouds, laughing: "Officials don't need to welcome you, and people don't need to ask for courtesy. I have no official business here today, just to watch a good fight with the common people.
There is no distinction at all, no need to salute, no salute allowed."
The prince's laughter was kind and his words were kind, but Su Jing's eyes were smiling: This prince is quite smart.
With the identity of King Wangjing, tens of millions of people here have to lie on the ground, but Su Jing will definitely not get off the sedan. Unknown to outsiders, the prince must have known the identity of this person's 'guru', and he cannot reveal it now, so he will pretend to be
Why don't you come over to scold me if you don't see him? Rather than causing trouble, it's better to avoid everyone's courtesy and gain a good reputation as an approachable person.
The prince's laughter had just faded, and the courtiers' shrill voices started up again: "The king has ordered you to do so. You are not allowed to kowtow today. Anyone who disobeys the order will be punished!"
There was nothing else to say. Everyone stood there with their heads bowed, and no one risked being "conducted and punished" to lie down on the ground for the prince.
Soon after Yun Jia landed, the Yin Ting Guards first guarded the four directions. After the Yun Jia dispersed, Wang Jia signaled that the remaining 6,000 soldiers changed their formations and retreated to the side. The Yin Ting Guards were the imperial guards of the palace, but they could not be regarded as the prince's personal bodyguards.
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King Wangjing is of medium stature, no stronger than an ordinary sugar man. He is considered thin among the six-eared Shaqi clan. There are no wrinkles on his face, but his temples are slightly stained white with frost, showing some aura of middle-aged people.
Hang a purple gold necklace.
Therefore, it was not official business, so Wang Jing Wang was not wearing a royal robe. He was wearing a green shirt made of unknown materials. It was as thin as an onion. When the powerful wind blew, the clothes did not sway, but lifted up layers from between the silk surface.
Ripples, wind, light, ripples move, but his clothes don't move. Looking at his clothes alone, they are no less exquisite than Su Jing's white fur.
King Wangjing's personal entourage was not many, only about ten people, which was far inferior to his son's pomp, but all of them were eye-catching.
Accompanying Wang Jia on the left and right, two men with half body and six ears, white hair and chicken skin, are thin and disabled, as if they had been executed by being cut in half. There is nothing under their waists. However, these two people do not ride in a sedan chair and do not need the support of others. They cast spells one by one.
The light green wind lifted their bodies up, but for some reason the wind kept them close to the ground, so the tops of their heads were not even close to an ordinary person's waist.
Even though Su Jingcai had just arrived in Yujie, he had heard about the reputation of the two men several times. In particular, Uncle Yan Yan specifically mentioned that the two half-body killers were the masters of the eldest son Yi Yingchun.
Behind Wang Jia, a group of light gray mist squirmed slowly, and seven people could be vaguely seen walking inside. Only with enough golden crow eyes could one see that the seven people were ferocious beasts with human bodies and ghost faces. They were dressed very strangely, in black and white.
It is mixed and furry, and at first glance it looks more like a wild beast with its mane. But upon closer inspection, you can see that it is crude clothes, draped over the body like pieces of sack. The exposed parts of the body are covered with hideous scars, like scars from thorns and dents from the mouth of a teacup.
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Unexpectedly, I knew it right away when I saw it. Su Jing had seen from the records of White Crow City that there was a strange inheritance similar to penance among the people, called ghost hair. Their ghost faces were not born with them, but
As soon as he was born, he was selected by the ghost face blessed by the secret method. As he grew up, his ordinary face gradually turned into a ghost face, and the mysterious method contained in the mask was also injected into his body to help him practice.
In practice, one should take self-suffering and murder as supplements. Needless to say, self-suffering is the source of the numerous scars on their bodies. To kill people, they need to take seven hairs from each person they kill. The "ghost hair" believe that this will make the deceased
Inject strength into yourself.
From this, the origin of the strange clothes worn by the seven people in the mist becomes clearer: the seven hairs of each person who died in their hands can now be woven into linen clothes.
Behind the misty ghost hair, there are nine women with red makeup. They are not killers. The backs of their red skirts have slits to expose their dorsal fins. They are all ancient people. It must be said that the ancients were close to water because their skin was moist. Most of the women in the tribe are good-looking, and they
The beautiful women accompanying Wang are even more stunning.
They are not ordinary concubines, but their skills are something even Xiao Xiangliu cannot see.
With his entourage, King Wangjing walked forward slowly. He first greeted the dignitaries and local officials who had arrived early, and then came to where many elite snowfield soldiers were arrayed. He browsed down one after another, occasionally stopping to greet the leading officials or miscellaneous people.
The leader asked a few questions and chatted for a while with a smile. He really looked like he loved the people like his son and was kind to the prince.
As they walked, the prince came to the White Crow City, looked at Su Jing in the sedan chair, and the smile on his face did not change. He first asked Su Jing in a secret voice: "Xia Lishan, are you a human or a ghost?"
Among the secret words, King Wangjing's tone was cold.
Su Jing responded with a smile: "What did the prince say?" Four words, his voice was flat and indifferent, the words were 'what the prince said', but the meaning behind it was obvious: whether it is a human or a ghost, it doesn't matter what you say.
After a pause, Su Jing asked another strange question: "What you eat is meat, what do you think of this sentence?"
Su Jing also responded to King Wangjing with secret words, but his secret words were not hidden from Xiang Liu. As a result, Mr. Tang Guo, who was always so cold, couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
This sentence has a premise and a sequel. When Su Jing came up with this sentence, even the immortals and Buddhas couldn't guess what it meant. King Wangjing couldn't help but be stunned.
But when Tang Guo, the sugar man, made a fool of himself, King Wang Jing at least knew that what Su Jing said was not a good thing.