Mr. Yangui

Chapter 90 Chain Reaction
"Why is there a foul smell?" Li Hu wrinkled his nose.

Li Lingwu brought Li Hu and his brothers to the place of the fifth group, and immediately smelled a strange smell.

After some people observed it, they discovered that the situation of the fifth group was unusual.

The other teams are very well-behaved. The contestants on the stage are very serious, rarely speak, and try their best to show their full strength. Occasionally, he clutched his chest and exclaimed.

The fifth group is different, no matter on stage or off stage.

Li Lingwu and the others glanced over, and found that there were noble children from Chang'an City in many arenas, with vicious methods and unreasonable moves, and the people in the audience were screaming and even swearing.

The arena in front of you.

On the stage was the second young master of the Hu family, holding a chamber pot in his hand, laughing wildly at his opponent: "Brother, come, try my son's chamber pot, it contains good things, boy pee, I specially let you see it today." one time."

The opponent covered his nose and cursed: "Damn, crazy!"

Hu Ershao slammed it hard, and his opponent seemed to jump off the ring.

Hu Ershao who laughed wildly was left behind.

The audience in the audience were blindsided, and after a long silence, they all cursed shamelessly.

Li Lingwu and the others frowned, a little speechless, walked away, looked around, and immediately found that none of the dozen arenas was normal.

These dandies are quite shameless and have all kinds of weird things.

There are those who throw chamber pots, smash rotten eggs, throw bricks, and sprinkle lime powder, and some of them are okay, not too weird.

Those who went too far, like Yan Sanshao, came onto the stage with a bag of horse dung, crushed it into dung balls to make it embarrassing, and some people carried a small bucket of dung water and a small ladle, and directly poured dung on the opponent.

The worst thing was the second youngest of the He family, his clothes and trousers were all yellow, he looked like he had rolled in a cesspit, after he came on stage, he opened his arms and smirked and rushed towards the opponent, wanting to hug him, the opponent must have a cleanliness , his face turned pale with fright, and after rolling off the stage, he retched for a while.

There is no lower limit for this group of dandies, only unexpected, nothing impossible.

All of a sudden, the fifth team's site was filled with stench.

Most of these dude's opponents were disgusted, and the referees and audience couldn't bear it anymore, and they all cursed.

"Grass, is there something wrong with these people?"

"I know that person who sprinkled lime powder in the opponent's eyes just now is Ma Sishao. He lives next door to my house. This guy has never been a good person."

"Damn it, the second young master of the He family really disgusted me just now. In order to win, this guy got covered in shit, and even smirked and rushed towards the opponent in an attempt to hug him, making him disgusting. I guess the opponent is a ninth-rank expert. Can't live."

"And that Han Dasha, damn it, that guy went to the ring with a load of excrement. He didn't come here for a martial arts competition. I thought he was giving food Fertilize the ground."

"This dung thrower is acceptable. At least he has a ladle in his hand. That old man Yan is really crazy. Damn it, he just squeezed horse dung into balls and hit people with his hands. He is really talented."

"Damn, at the beginning, I thought those people who smashed bricks and threw rotten eggs were too shameless, but compared with these people, they are nothing."

"This is the Martial Arts Conference to select martial talents for the imperial court? Why do I feel that these people are more shameless than street hooligans!"

"In the first two rounds, these people were quite normal. They competed in a regular manner. Why did they turn into this ghostly appearance in the third round? Who is leading the charge?"

"I remembered, it was Han Dasha who threw the dung just now. In the second round, he suddenly took out a chamber pot and greeted his opponent. He was the leader."

"It turned out to be Han Dasha, no wonder, that guy is a famous dandy, who dares to pee on the street."

"Everyone, the instigator was actually not Han Dasha, but Li Erleng. Do you remember that in the second round, Li Erleng suddenly took out a brick to greet his opponent, and then threw a The big lime powder confuses the opponent, and it is said that Han Dasha also used the chamber pot tactic after listening to Li Erlen's suggestion, and most of the young masters today are Li Erlen's friends, probably also inspired by him."

"His grandma's, so it is like this."

"I'm stupid, I lost a lot of money in this bet. I bet on these dudes to lose, and they all advanced. I'm going to seek revenge from Li Erleng."

"Let's go together, let's go together, Li Erlen's competition is about to start, I just saw that Li Erleng is in the corner to the west, he should compete in that ring, let's go!"

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Li Lingwu and the others looked at these wonderful young masters in the ring, listened to the audience's comments, and bursts of irritating smells came from their noses, as if ten thousand wild horses were running in their hearts.

Seeing the crowd rushing towards the corner, Li Lingwu and the others involuntarily followed, wanting to see Li Wuchang's game.

Below the arena, Li Wuchang held his nose, feeling deeply moved.

These fox friends and dog friends are really fucking talented!

They were all led by Han Dazhi.

The surrounding area was already full of people, and the ring was tightly surrounded. There were two referees sitting in the front row, one old man and one middle-aged man.

"Li Wuchang in Chang'an City vs. Duan Hu in Longxi County, Yongzhou...Kah..."

The old referee read out the name of the match, and then retched for a while.

"Old Yan, this is what you are doing. Come here, Mr. Yan is going to vomit... grass, why is it so smelly all of a sudden, is there another dung in the arena?" The middle-aged referee hurriedly supported the old referee Yan old.

Yan Lao was dizzy for a while, and then retched again.

"Hold on, Mr. Yan... What are you still doing, why don't you call the doctor over?" The middle-aged referee yelled at the attendants on the side.

There are doctors next to each ring, just in case.

"My lord, this little one is about to report to you that the doctor in this arena has passed out from the smell just now, and now he cannot protect himself, and this arena is besieged to death, so he can't get out now." The subordinate immediately reported.

"Damn it, these sons are really out of blood. I can think of such a method, so I'm puzzled. The imperial guards are watching. These dung entered the imperial city like this. I saw some people still picking a Take the ring." The middle-aged referee cursed loudly.

"My lord, most of them took it from several huts at the scene. The rest of the sons saw that this tactic was effective, and now they have sent people to snatch it." The subordinate explained.

"Damn it, someone snatched up the shit? ... Grass, why is it so smelly all of a sudden, and it smells like sweet potatoes." The middle-aged referee wanted to jump.

"My lord, those dandies who are mostly big families will do anything to pass the test. Some rascals have even started to occupy various huts because of the high demand for dung. A bucket of dung is one tael of silver." The subordinate explained again.

"...Fuck, squeeze out immediately, and report to Han Shangshu quickly, asking him to send someone to maintain the order of the fifth group. Damn, they are all led by his good son Han Dasha." The middle-aged referee was ruthless first. After cursing severely, he ordered his subordinates to go down and report to Han Guang, the person in charge of the Martial Arts Conference.

Li Wuchang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, shook his head, and jumped onto the ring.

Glancing at the audience, he found that the onlookers were covering their noses and frowning.

The opponent, Jihu, also jumped onto the ring, put on a good posture, and looked at Li Wuchang seriously. He had heard of Li Wuchang's glorious deeds in the last round, so he was extra cautious, for fear that Li Wuchang would make some tricks again.

This Duan Hu likes to be clean, and he is afraid that Li Wuchang will also bring things like chamber pots and dung.

Fortunately, Li Wuchang didn't bring anything weird to the stage.

Li Wuchang showed a smile and said: "Brother Duan, don't be so covetous, it is also fate that everyone can compete in the same field!"

Duan Hu's face was still tense, and he said in his heart, hum, this smiling tiger, don't think I'll be fooled!

"Looking at Brother Duan's appearance, he is only at the peak of the second rank. He is definitely not my opponent. Otherwise, Brother Duan will surrender directly, so as not to kill everyone." Li Wuchang came up with a tactic to persuade him to surrender.

The surrounding audience cursed shamelessly in their hearts.

As far as you are at the level of Li Er's fool, do you have the nerve to let others surrender?

"Surrender? It's just a dream, I have the strength of the third rank!" Duan Hu was not fooled.

Li Wuchang smiled sinisterly, and took out another brick from his skirt.

The audience started talking again.

"Damn it, that idiot took out another brick."

"The last time he was able to be so shady, it was only because his opponent bowed his head and saluted, that he was able to sneak attack successfully. If he is lucky, he still wants to succeed this time?"

Script mutation.

Li Wuchang took the brick and threw it on his head.

"Crack!" The brick broke into two pieces.

Duan Hu's face changed drastically.

The reaction of the onlookers also exploded.

God, Li Er Lengzi has martial arts.

Even brothers Li Qing and Li Zhongyue frowned.

"How could this be? Judging by Wuchang's level, he is at least a third rank!" Li Qing murmured.

"Hehe, there is something wrong with that brick." Li Hu had better eyesight than him, and he could see the key point at once.

It turned out to be the case.

Li Wuchang smiled coquettishly and said, "Did you see that my strength is higher than yours?"

Duan Hu was not convinced, he straightened his waist, and said: "I'm afraid you won't succeed, your head is just a broken brick, and you are at the third rank at most, at worst, everyone will be tied."

Although the tone is hard, but lack of confidence.

"So, everyone, don't kill each other. How about this? I'll give you 500 yuan, so you don't have to fight to the death... Besides, even if you beat me, it won't do any good. Seeing that group of psychopaths just now are not , is the group of people throwing dung, if you enter the next round, you will have to face that group of scumbags, so forget it, take 500 taels, and go home happily, wouldn’t it be beautiful!" Li Wuchang followed the temptation.

After finishing speaking, he threw away half of the bricks in his hand, and took out 500 taels from his skirt.

The onlookers couldn't bear to look directly.

Li Er was stunned that this guy actually bought his opponent with silver tickets in the ring.

"500 taels is not enough? How about 1000 taels... Don't be too greedy, think about it carefully, you can still get 1000 taels if you step down now, otherwise you will lose both. Even if you can advance, you will face a group of rascals in the next round. The method is much more shameless than mine, and besides, even if you get out of the group, so what, just with your third-rank strength, it’s not enough for others to bite their teeth.” Li Wuchang continued to persuade.

He took out another 500 taels of silver notes.

Duan Hu was shaken.

He participated in the Martial Arts Conference just because he wanted to gain a background and make money more conveniently. Now people are sending 1000 taels to their door, isn't it just right.

There are many masters this year, and they were able to make it to the third round entirely because they were assigned to the fifth group. Otherwise, relying on the strength of the third rank, it would really not be enough for others.

And Li Wuchang on the opposite side can break his brain into bricks, which is not easy to deal with.

Duan Hu thought for a while, gritted his teeth, rushed over, grabbed Li Wuchang's 1000 taels silver ticket, jumped off the ring, squeezed through the crowd, and fled with his face covered.

"Li Wuchang, win and advance to the fourth round!" The middle-aged referee announced the result.

Li Wuchang immediately cupped his hands in all directions, very coquettish.

Everyone was in an uproar.

Is that okay?

For a moment, the onlookers felt that Li Erlen was even more shameless than those scoundrels who threw shit.

　There are still some chapter transitions in the Martial Arts Conference, just a little spoofing, don't worry about it!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)