Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1048 The Weak

"Juqu is not a great nobleman of Xirong at all."

Halfway through the wrestling fight, Chen Zichu stared fixedly at the blood-soaked sand in front of him and murmured.

"Yes," Ying Baoyue glanced at him, "Ten years ago the Huns had four major surnames. I wonder if they have changed now."

"It hasn't been changed," Chen Zichu murmured, "I heard from my father that it hasn't been changed, but I forgot which four."

He never cared about this issue before. Anyway, Nanchu is at the southernmost tip of Shanhai Continent. In his opinion, no matter how Xirong fights, he can't defeat Nanchu.

"If it hasn't been changed, I know which four it is." Ying Baoyue said quietly.

Nobles are called nobles in Xirong. There are more than a dozen nobles in Xirong, but there are four Xirong nobles who really hold the core power, namely Chunyu, Huyan, Xubu, and Lan.

They are the four major families of Xirong.

"The Juqu Clan was pretty good 20 years ago when Xirong was in its heyday," Ying Baoyue said flatly, "it probably ranks as the fifth most expensive."

The degree of slavery in Xirong is much higher than that of the six countries in the Great Wall. Most of the population is slaves, and it is difficult to raise practitioners who are not noble.

But the Juqu Clan has already declined, and now it is estimated that it can rank more than a dozen. Ying Baoyue glanced at He Lancheng beside him. In a sense, he was similar to the He Lan Clan. The eldest disciple, but with Ju Qumi's figure, he is at an average level among Xirong practitioners.

The Xirong nobles in other wrestling venues have stronger methods, higher realms, and more vicious attacks.

"It's too ugly."

Hearing the screams of the wrestling practitioners around him, Jiang Yuanyuan bowed his head and paused, while the Northern Wei Dynasty practitioner He Lancheng, who was next to Xirong, couldn't even raise his head.

Not long after the wrestling battle started, the practitioners from the six countries in the Great Wall had already lost face.

Although some well-known practitioners have not played yet, it is just ordinary practitioners against ordinary Xirong people, and the six kingdoms in the Great Wall ended in a disastrous defeat.

The only one who can stop the attack of the Xirong people is the Hou Liao practitioner who also bares his upper body.

But compared with the vicious practitioners, the post-Liao practitioners seemed a little dull and straightforward, and they didn't win many. At most, they didn't lose as badly as the practitioners from other countries, and their bones were less broken.

"There have been more than 50 matches in the eight wrestling venues," Jiang Yuanyuan looked at the bulletin board recording the results on the high platform. "Xirong played [-] players, and all ten of them won all. The Northern Giants have even reached the second round."

Field No. [-] has become a miserable hell on earth because Xirong has the most powerful people.

"That Chunyuye is also very ruthless!" Chen Zichu, who had just talked with his friends in Nanchu, came back and said bitterly, "A practitioner from the Middle Tang Dynasty who fought against him obviously begged for mercy, but he crushed him to the bone. Broken, even if you regain your life, you will not be able to participate in the subsequent battle!"

This may be the purpose of the Xirong people.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath, "Where's Helianyan?"

"He Lianyan?" Chen Zichu was stunned, "I haven't heard how he is, maybe he didn't play?"

"Really?" Ying Baoyue looked at her own wrestling ring. She was ranked No. 70 and she was about to play. Although she was worried about the situation in the No. [-] ring, the number of Xirong people was small after all. Not everyone can meet Xirong people.

It's just that although the number of Xirong people is small, it has already caused unparalleled psychological pressure on the practitioners in the Central Plains. Now many practitioners who are drawn from the Xirong people will choose to admit defeat directly before going on the field, and they dare not even fight them face to face.

"It's so embarrassing!" Chen Zichu said bitterly, "Even if you hit him once!"

"The main reason is that the bones may be broken directly with one move," Ying Baoyue listened to the laughter of the Xirong people echoing in his ears, and said expressionlessly, "There are so many rounds to compete in the future, naturally no one dares to fight." adventure."

Especially compared to the second round and the third round, there will be more people who admit defeat. After all, they were lucky enough to not meet the Xirong people before, and they can be ranked later, so naturally more people give up.

"But even the Xirong people, it's impossible for everyone to be that strong!" Chen Zichu stared at the bloodless Xirong people talking and laughing loudly by the fence. Bi, everyone had an arrogant look on their faces, pointing at the Central Plains practitioners on the wrestling ring and laughing, repeating a word over and over again.

"What does this word mean?" Chen Zichu asked.

"The weak." Ying Baoyue said.

In the eyes of the Xirong people, the practitioners from the Central Plains who surrendered before the battle were already completely weak.

Just through a simple wrestling, the people of Xirong planted fear in the hearts of young people from the Six Kingdoms.

Even they themselves may think that they are just weak.

"Bastard!"

Chen Zichu was so angry that his chest heaved, and he glanced at the No. [-] field next to him and the No. [-] field in the distance. The opponents of Ji Jiashu, Li Ji and others in the first round were not Xirong people. Although they all won, they could not beat the arrogant Xirong people arrogance.

He knew very well that a victory was needed in the wrestling ring right now, but who could bring such a victory?

In all fairness, if he meets the Xirong people on the court, he is not confident that he can win.

"Win! Win!"

However, at this moment, the screams of Central Plains practitioners sounded in the distance.

"Who won?" Chen Zichu widened his eyes.

"Someone in field six won! The second prince of Hou Liao defeated the people of Xirong!"

Ying Baoyue raised her head when she heard the sound, and looked towards field six.

The tall and tall young man stood quietly on the sandy ground, watching the Xirong practitioner who was brought down by him on the ground.

It's him.

Ying Baoyue fixedly stared at Murong Feilan.

Not the second prince, but the eldest prince of Hou Liao won.

"If you want to break my bones, you are not qualified yet," Murong Feilan said calmly as he looked at the Xirong people who were desperately struggling on the ground, still looking polite, "You don't fall like this."

Hearing that someone had won against the Xirong people, the practitioners looked over excitedly, but when they saw Murong Feilan's bared arm, they looked a little disappointed.

"What...it turns out to be from Houliao..."

"They're all relatives, dog eats dog..."

Hearing this sentence, many Hou Liao people were angry, and Ying Baoyue also frowned.

When did this statement come out?At this time, it will only push the Hou Liao people further and further away.

Murong Feilan heard it too, but he didn't move his eyebrows, he just walked down the wrestling ring quietly, and when he realized that Ying Baoyue was looking at him, the man turned his head and waved to her with a smile.

Ying Baoyue took a deep breath and waved to him, feeling a little complicated.

Although Murong Feilan won the victory, the atmosphere on the sidelines of each wrestling ring was still sluggish.

"Next game, Meng Shi of the Northern Wei Dynasty vs. Xirong, Languikun!"

At this time, exclamations came from the sidelines of No. [-], which once again ignited the enthusiasm of the practitioners watching the battle from the sidelines.

"Look! The stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the people of Xirong are facing each other!"

orchid?Ying Baoyue was startled when he heard that, this is one of the four surnames in Xirong.

She heard the sound and looked towards the No. [-] field, and saw the burly man walking into the red circle, and everyone around her breathed a sigh of relief.

Although not as exaggerated as the northern giants, this Lan Guikun is also over 1.9 meters tall.

Meng Shi is short in stature, and his body size is very different from this person. Standing together, the two look like a giant bear and a chicken.

However, Meng Shi did not admit defeat, and took a step forward, walking into the red circle.

Everyone around broke into a cold sweat, and many people gathered on the sidelines of the No. [-] field. Ying Baoyue also looked there intently. However, at this moment, the voice of the examiner from the No. [-] field rang in her ear.

"No. 70 No. [-] on the [-]th field!"

"Where is the former Qin Ying Baoyue? It's your turn!"

(End of this chapter)