No Concubine: Evil Emperor Loves Concubine Leng

63 Duel 2
Suddenly, there was a commotion from a corner.

"Look, the king is coming."

"General Murong is here too."

"It's not General Murong anymore. General Murong is the same. He has worked hard and made great achievements, but he was injured and abandoned like a piece of paper. Such a king is really disgusting."

"Who said it wasn't? General Murong was seriously injured, not only did he not visit him in person, but he even asked the third prince to withdraw the engagement and humiliate him."

"In this match, no matter whether Murong Xueyin wins or loses, I will support the Murong family."

"I agree. Even if Murong Xueyin loses, I will support her."

King Xicheng was followed by a group of supporters. He walked to his seat with an ugly expression on his face. Thousands of pairs of eyes were like arrows stretched on strings, trying to shoot through him.

The uninterrupted attacking language was full of contempt and contempt, and he could not restrain his disgust towards him.

These are all his people, and they don't even have any respect for their king.

Behind Murong Xiao, there were only Murong Yunfan and Xue Yin, and wherever the three of them passed, they were warmly welcomed and praised, even condolences.

"Miss Xue Yin is as beautiful as a fairy, she must win."

"Master Murong is really a good-looking talent, he is indeed the grandson of General Murong."

When King Xicheng walked up to the top and sat down, he lowered his head and frowned, his eyes were deep and dark, hiding the dark light.

The feeling of being stared at by thousands of people is really unsettling, especially when they are all contemptuous and disdainful.

He clenched his hands hidden in the wide dragon robe and took a few deep breaths.

Keep telling yourself to keep calm.

Murong Xiao sat down next to King Xicheng, staring at the center of the arena with sharp eyes, stroking his beard with both hands, without looking at King Xicheng.

"Murong Xueyin has arrived!" In the martial field, the person who presided over the duel shouted loudly.

Xue Yin had already walked to the center of the arena. She was wearing plain white casual clothes without a skirt, and her hair stood up neatly, adding a bit of heroism.

Under the crescent-like eyebrows, the thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids.

Those bright and moving eyes don't have any warmth.

She is beautiful with a terrifying heroic spirit, with a beautiful figure, standing straight in the center of the martial field, like the most noble goddess.

Xue Yin has always been unaware of the discussions below, and the agreed time is less than 10 minutes away, but Dongfang Xuan has never appeared.

"I said, Dongfang Xuan didn't dare to come, did he?"

Murong Xiao looked at the sun in the sky, then at Xue Yin, and said dissatisfied: "Wait any longer, this sun will tan Xue'er's skin."

As soon as these words came out, the corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

King Xicheng froze and told himself to be patient.

"Why didn't anyone answer? If he didn't dare to come, he would have said earlier that he tanned my precious granddaughter. Which of you can take the responsibility?"

Murong Xiao frowned slightly, his voice was deep and deep.

"The third prince is here!"

The host shouted again. At this time, there were less than 5 minutes before the game.

Dongfang Xuan was dressed in a black outfit, and walked onto the stage expressionlessly, with vigorous steps.

He walked up to the martial arts arena, without looking sideways, looking at Xue Yin in a white dress, his eyes were deep and hot, as if he saw his prey.

Seeing Dongfang Xuan walking up, Xue Yin glanced at him coldly, like a gust of wind and snow.

"Since both of you are here, now the match officially begins!"

The host knocked on the gong expressionlessly, and then left the stage.

(End of this chapter)