Chapter 1700

Seven hole bleeding is not a small problem. The doctor saw that Duanmu yawang had a bad relationship with Qingming and others. In addition, Zhulong had a mean face and didn't speak well. He wanted to help heal, but he didn't speak, so he watched them help Qingming leave.

After they left, the sound of gongs and drums sounded almost immediately on the stage. The messenger subordinates on the stage said seriously: "the messenger will speak below. Please be quiet!"

As soon as the flower fell, it became quiet.

The messenger quietly glanced at the people and said, "the fighting deaths and injuries are normal. I won't interfere with what means I use. However, the fighting order can't be disordered. If anyone is bold enough to let his actions disrupt the normal fighting, the consequences can't be affordable."

Everyone was silent.

Obviously, the messenger saw some acts of disturbing order and now gave a warning.

Seeing that everyone had no objection, the messenger said two words again, just added a sentence and said, "tomorrow is our exile Festival, and we all know the rules of the exile Festival. Therefore, we won't fight in the next three days. If we win this round, we will go to the Second Street to fight in four days."

"Yes!"

When it came to the exile Festival, everyone was very excited. The scruples just now no longer exist. They talked and said: "it seems that we can have a rest. Now we have come to the third street. I really want to see the endless edge and see the exile memorial ceremony of the nobility!"

"Yes, I also want to see it!"

"I also want to see it!"

Everyone was bustling, and the messenger ignored everyone. He glanced at the people beating gongs and drums, and then stepped down.

The man knew that the gongs and drums sounded and said, "please prepare for the second round of fighting!"

"Alas!"

As soon as the flowers fell, everyone immediately sighed, "it's time to fight again. I really want to talk about the exile and sacrifice. If I lose the money to enter the second street and the first street this time, it's estimated that it's not enough. It's certainly not enough for the exile and sacrifice of Osmanthus bamboo."

"Yes."

Many people couldn't afford the amount of money entering the first and second streets. They secretly decided: "this time, we must fight seriously!"

It would be a great honor to watch and participate in the exile ceremony of the nobility!

We must not miss the opportunity!

Compared with everyone's eagerness, Duanmu yawang and night shadow forgot one eye. She asked, "what is exile sacrifice?"

"I don't know."

The night made a shadow, and the eyes rolled around. "It seems that everyone is looking forward to it. It must be very grand and fun. After our fight, ask someone?"

"Yes."

Duanmuya nodded and smiled.

At this time, everyone on the stage asked everyone to pair up and fight on the stage.

Some people draw lots without matching.

The number of people in the second round is less than half, and ten platforms are naturally enough for everyone to fight, so there is no need to wait for this round.

After everyone matched, everyone on the stage called everyone on stage to prepare.

Duanmuya looked at Zhulong. Zhulong also glanced at her coldly. This time, she didn't want to talk to her as much as before, so she turned and walked on the stage.

He didn't speak, but looked at it with ease.

He had nothing to talk about before. Duanmu yawang still needed to find a topic to deal with him.

After taking the stage, Zhulong Dao's face became colder.

At both ends of a platform, even standing at the other end, Duanmu yawang could feel his bitter eyes when he looked at her.

Originally thought that Qingming was the most direct, Duanmu yawang thought she was wrong.

Zhulong is looking at him now. With his sharp appearance, the whole person is like a knife. He can kill people and see blood every minute!

Seeing that they were silent, one of the subordinates guessed that they had personal grievances, and did not wait for them to ask whether to start, raised his voice and asked, "if you are ready, tell me."

Duanmu Ya looked at the speech, turned his head, nodded politely to the man and said, "I'm ready."

When she finished, Zhulong looked sideways at the man and said coldly, "ready."

The messenger's subordinate nodded, knocked the gongs and drums, and said in a loud voice, "now that you're ready, let's start!"

As soon as these words fell, they didn't move. They seemed to be waiting for each other to start first.

When Zhulong saw Duanmu yawang, he didn't do it, and his face was even more gloomy. "You're a woman. I don't look good to do it first. Let you do it first this time."

Duanmu yawang pulled his lip, "I don't need others' humility, childe Zhulong. Let me remind you that this is a fighting field and pays attention to fairness. You let me do three moves. Even if I win, I don't think I can convince people."

Zhulong smiled grimly: "talk wildly. Do you mean you can beat me?"

Duanmu Ya didn't answer. He pondered for a moment, stared at him and said, "childe Zhulong, do you know that your eldest brother was on the stage just now and asked me to come to the end..."

"Shut up!"

Zhulong was obviously angered. He smiled angrily and said, "are you trying to annoy me? What's your intention?"

Duanmu yawang shrugged. "If you're worried about this, why don't we all talk and waste time? How about starting now?"

"With pleasure!"

Zhulong hummed softly and sounded the light of Duanmu yawang's previous fighting weapons. He frowned and narrowed his eyes: "Miss Duanmu, a simple fight doesn't mean anything at all. If I guessed correctly, your weapon is not your spirit chain weapon?"

"It's really not. What's this for, childe Zhulong?" Duanmu Ya looked at her eyes and glanced at her with a touch of precaution.

Zhulong said, "we fight like this. It doesn't mean anything at all. Why don't we have something interesting? Whoever loses should give the weapons used in his process to the other party?"

Duanmu yawang neither objected nor agreed. He just raised his eyebrows and asked, "are all weapons? If more than one weapon is used during the fight?"

It's not worth fighting. Duan Muya looked at her face and said coldly, "only one weapon is lost. No matter how many weapons are applied on the way, let the winner choose."

"Oh."

Duanmu yawang was obviously disappointed, but he nodded and said, "OK, this bet is really more interesting. I agree."

As she spoke, she smiled and said to the messenger subordinate who knocked the gong on one side: "for the sake of fairness, would you please be our witness?"

The witness was very important. Duanmu yawang was afraid of how good the weapon was. Zhulong nodded, "yes, we need a notary."

The messenger's subordinate nodded quietly, "OK."