Fisherman's Song Dynasty

The whole audience was in an uproar, Yan Zhao's angry blow was fierce and clean, and he revealed his profound kung fu foundation as soon as he made a move, but the reactions of Song and Jin were different. Except for a few people, the rest of the people all showed excitement, but Jin Ying was all furious, wishing to get off the field and fight Yan Zhao immediately.

There was no change in Zhao Gou's expression. He knew better than anyone else what Yan Zhao was capable of. He even believed that there would be no problem with him completing the next ten games by himself, but he always felt that today's banquet was full of conspiracy The smell made him feel uncomfortable all the time.

Wu Shu frowned slightly, Yan Zhao, as Zhao Gou's personal bodyguard, had always been one of the objects of his attention, but he had never seen him make a move since entering the Golden Camp, and today he finally had the opportunity to force him out, which made him He was looking forward to it. Of course, Yan Zhao was one of his targets, and the other was... His eyes swept towards Xu Zizhen without any trace.

Xu Zizhen was holding Shui Liuli on the sidelines, crying and howling, his face was full of tension and grief, but he secretly observed the changes in the field, and at the same time, he did not forget the Wushu on the sidelines. At this moment, Suddenly, his eyes met Wu Shu's. Wu Shu's eyes looked harmless to humans and animals with a half-smile, but Xu Zizhen couldn't help but shuddered.

No, this bastard still misses me!

Xu Zizhen was secretly startled, after all, Wu Shu is not an ordinary person, he may have figured out his strategy of deliberately surrendering to the enemy to confuse him at the beginning, and it seems that he can't escape from today's scene.

The eyes of the two met each other for a while, and then they quickly looked away. At this time, Yan Zhao's next opponent also jumped into the field, and another gambling battle began.

This opponent was also not small in size, and his skills were better than that of the big man. Yan Zhao Tieqing rushed forward without saying a word and started to fight, knocking down the opponent again within a few rounds.

Before he could catch his breath, another golden general entered the arena. Xu Zizhen found that since Yan Zhao entered the arena, he had been fighting with big men, and each one was better than the other. Hei Tuo sat on the sidelines one by one Arranged, his eyes looked a little dignified, obviously he also found Yan Zhao's difficulty, and wanted to use up his physical strength with the wheel battle first.

Yanzhao didn't say a word, he came and fought one by one, and won several games in a short time, and there were only five assassins left who hadn't been redeemed by the sidelines. Unchanged, he looked at the field with a smile, and occasionally chatted with Zhao Gou casually.

Zhao Gou's face was expressionless, but he was secretly anxious. No matter how good Yan Zhao could fight, he couldn't play like this. The golden men who appeared on the stage were more brave than each other, such as that Heituo, but the aura on his body must not be ignored. Isn't Zhao Gou Stupid, it is clear at a glance that he is waiting for Yan Zhao's fatigue to appear and come out to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Zhang Bangchang sat on the sidelines with a low eyebrow and pleasing eyes, as if he had never seen the gambling in the arena, Zhao Gou had no choice but to wink at him from a distance, and wanted him to assign a few guards to share the burden for Yan Zhao, even if he lost in the arena. It doesn't matter, at least let Yan Zhao rest for a while, but Zhang Bangchang didn't lift his eyelids, as if he didn't see Zhao Gou's wink at all.

But Zhao Gou never expected that not long before that, Xu Zizhen whispered behind Zhang Bangchang: "Don't send anyone, let Lao Yan stand to the end!"

Zhang Bangchang didn't know that this move would definitely arouse Zhao Gou's anger, but Xu Zizhen's words made him understand that Yanzhao had to fall to get Zhao Gou out of this dangerous situation faster, so he weighed it over and over again in his heart. Still bit the bullet and endured it.

There were quite a few officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty accompanying the Song Mission, but very few were able to fight like Yan Zhao. Zhao Gou naturally understood that he had no hope for Zhang Bangchang and others now, and could only look forward to Yan Zhao. Zhao Neng survived until the end.

boom!

Another golden general jumped into the arena, this is still an extremely strong man, but this time he is no longer empty-handed, but holding a sledgehammer in his hand, with eight iron rings on the hammer head. The dancing brings up strong winds, which is obviously not light.

Yan Zhao's complexion changed, the golden man broke the rules and actually brought a weapon, logically speaking, he could also take the weapon and fight again, but his pride made him bear it, and he squeezed his fist and yelled and was about to rush over Start playing.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly there was a shout from the sidelines, Yan Zhao was taken aback, and jumped to the sidelines to look back, only to find that the one who yelled was Wang Yun, Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice.

Wang Yun got up from the table, with a solemn expression and angry eyes, pointing at the golden general from a distance, he shouted: "The fourth prince has said something first, this is a sparring game, and you actually carry a weapon on the stage?"

The golden general sneered: "Master is used to using hammers, if you don't accept it, let your guard boy go back to get weapons."

"You!" Wang Yun was speechless for a while, and looked at Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao was very surprised. He naturally knew what kind of bastard Wang Yun was. It stands to reason that he would never show his face on such an occasion. Say no. To put it mildly, even if he showed his face, he might be helping the golden man to speak. Did he take the wrong medicine today?

But contempt is contempt, at least we are Song people, we can't show cowardice in front of Jin people, Yan Zhao waved his hand and said proudly: "To deal with such reckless people, my fists are enough."

"Okay!" Wang Yun suddenly cheered, with an excited expression on his face, he turned around and picked up a bowl of wine from the desk, walked up to Yan Zhao and handed it over, "Guard Yan, I'm relying on you today, I respect you!"

Yan Zhao frowned, but he didn't doubt him, and took this opportunity to take a breather, took the wine bowl and drank it down in one gulp, then threw the empty bowl away, cupped his hands to express his gratitude, turned around and returned to the field, He waved his hands and sneered, "Come on, so what if I let you use the hammer?"

Wang Yun turned and went back to the banquet, with an elusive look in his eyes. Zhao Gou and Xu Zizhen were startled when Yan Zhao received the bowl, because they both realized that Wang Yun's appearance was not so simple, and they just wanted to stop it. It was too late.

The golden general laughed out loud, swung his sledgehammer at Yan Zhao, and threw it at Yan Zhao. Yan Zhao snorted coldly, and stood there calmly. Kungfu is a sure-fire move, the golden general will definitely be kicked away by him, and the sledgehammer can't touch him, but the moment he raised his foot, he suddenly felt dizzy in his head, and his feet seemed to be stepped on. In the cotton pile, this foot actually lost its strength as soon as it was lifted halfway.

"not good!"

Zhao Gou and Xu Zizhen were shocked at the same time, but before they could cry out, they saw the sledgehammer hit Yan Zhao's chest firmly.

There was a cracking sound of bones breaking, and Yan Zhao flew out of the arena backwards, blood gushing out of his mouth, and roared in mid-air: "Wang Yun, you bastard!"