Just when everyone thought that today's martial arts contest would end with Zhu Rong's own victory, a tall and straight figure suddenly came out.

"Is today's contest over?" Wu Qizhe asked suddenly.

"He's going to take part in Princess Zhu Rong's martial arts contest?"

"Not to mention, it's very handsome. With this alone, Menghuo has been abandoned for several blocks."

"What's so handsome? You have to beat Princess zhurong. You know, Princess zhurong even defeated Meng Huo, the first warrior in nanzhong."

"Besides, the other side looks like a Han. Can Han people also participate in the martial arts contest held by our nanzhong tribe?"

Zhu Rong naturally saw Wu Qizhe, the other side appeared in her line of sight in the first second, let her eyes a bright.

His tall and straight figure and handsome facial features are not as weak as those of ordinary Han scholars. On the contrary, he looks very heroic. I'm afraid that there is no more outstanding man in nanzhong.

Zhu Rong has always said that her future husband's first choice is strength, but who doesn't want to find a man who is outstanding both in appearance and ability to be her husband.

His strong physique is different from that of ordinary Han scholars. Of course, he is not as fat as Meng Huo. Anyway, Zhu Rong looks very pleasant.

Especially now that Meng Huo is still burning like coke, it is even more incomparable.

Of course, even under normal circumstances, Meng Huo can't compare with the man in front of him.

Zhu Ronghong looks at Wu Qizhe and says, "why, do you want to marry me?"

"No?" Wu Qizhe shrugged.

"Yes, you can, but you have to beat me. I hope you won't find a man who has no power to bind a chicken to be your husband." Zhu Rong white Tang long one eye, a glance a smile, end is a variety of customs.

"No, I'm the first to object. He's not from nanzhong at all." Before he knew what Wu Qizhe was capable of, Meng Huo jumped out and objected.

"Hum." Zhu Rong glanced at Meng Huo coldly. "Before the competition, there was no rule that only the people of nanzhong could join the competition. So what about the Han people? I'm willing to marry him as long as I win by my real ability, and I'll offer the whole zhurong tribe as a dowry."

Zhu Rong winks at Wu Qizhe and says, "brother Han, it depends on whether you have this ability. I Zhu Rong will not show mercy in the martial arts competition."

"Well, I don't need your mercy, sister Zhu Rong, because I'm determined to win. I'm sure I can win you." Wu Qizhe full of confidence and domineering said.

Zhu Rong charming white eyes, Wu Qizhe "just talk can't, oh, I'd better under the hand points a high and low."

Although Zhu Rong's words didn't mean that he wanted to make friends, the melon eaters on one side felt that they were flirting with each other, which was totally different from the way they just met Meng Huo.

Meng Huo is also lamenting. Can we treat ugly people differently? Are there any human rights? And do you call yourself ugly? It's rude, majestic and powerful. How come these women don't know how to appreciate it at all.

But they all like the little white face in the Han people, because they are afraid that Wu Qizhe will rob them of his future wife. In his heart, he can't help but start arranging Wu Qizhe. There is a sneer on his face, but the Han people have no ability. Don't be torn apart by Lord Zhu Rong before he takes a few moves. Then there will be a good play.

This Han Chinese, who is beyond his ability, has come to his end.

Standing not far away, Diao Chan, Guan Yinping, Zhang xingcai and LV Lingqi did not worry at all. In their opinion, it is almost an undoubted fact that Wu Qizhe has become the winner.

Wu Qizhe raises his right hand and grabs it from the void. In the puzzled eyes of these people in nanzhong, including Zhu Rong, a golden streamer suddenly falls from the sky. When he takes a look, Wu Qizhe firmly holds it in his hand.

The golden body of the gun is full of brilliance. With Wu Qizhe's handsome face, he is invincible in the world. He is really the dragon among the people. Before the formal competition, Zhu Rong on the opposite side has already seen his heart tremble.

This skill alone has shocked people. Even weapons come from the sky. I'm afraid this skill will never be bad.

Meng Huo also has a dignified expression. This little white face of the Han family is not really a master!

"Princess Zhu Rong, if you are a girl, you should do it first." Wu Qizhe is polite and modest.

Zhu Rong said with a smile, "because I'm a woman, I look down on me, but I will suffer a lot." As soon as the words came to an end, the slender Mei Tui had already stepped forward and leaped forward. The triangular flying knife in his hand was right on the eternal gun in Wu Qizhe's hand.

Zhu Rong felt a huge force coming from the triangle Throwing Knife and could not compete with it. This was not the case when he was fighting with Meng Huo.

However, she was not surprised. Although the people of nanzhong often belittled the weakness and incompetence of the Han people, in fact, the real matchless generals who resounded all over the world often appeared among the Han people. Although Meng Huo was powerful, he was just king and dominating in nanzhong.

So if you're an ordinary scholar, it's all right. But if you're facing the most powerful generals among the Han people, don't underestimate them.

Zhu Rong felt that the force was coming, but she didn't fight hard. She twisted her waist and turned upside down. The triangular Throwing Knife in her hand went straight to Wu Qizhe's waist. However, she didn't try her best. If the opponent came back quickly, she would not be hurt.

Holding the eternal gun, Wu Qizhe gently picked the end of the gun to block the triangular throwing knife that was splitting towards his waist.

Zhu Rong's tall and graceful figure, turning around in the air, has opened up the distance between them. It's just a short fight. She has already judged that the other side is far superior to her and Meng Huo both in the subtlety and strength of moves.

If she wants to win, she will have to use her unique dancing skills.

But Wu Qizhe is not Meng Huo, because Zhu Rong doesn't like Meng Huo, so he wants to use unparalleled dancing skills to fight with each other. But when Wu Qizhe is replaced, Zhu Rong is not willing to fight with his life.

In order to avoid being seen by everyone, Zhu Rong's moves have become more fierce. The attack of triangular throwing knife is stronger and stronger, and she even uses the unique skill of whirling.

Zhu Rong's triangle flying knife flies out directly. At the same time, his tall and strong figure bullies him. A pair of straight and slender beautiful Tui sweeps directly at Wu Qizhe's mouth. At the same time, Zhu Rong's original Throwing Knife begins to revolve and cleaves at Wu Qizhe's back neck.

But Wu Qizhe didn't seem to notice it at all. He grabbed the ankle of meitui that Zhu Rong kicked at him fiercely and appreciated the slender and straight meitui of the other side. He seemed to forget the wind behind his head and was completely immersed in the beautiful scenery of Princess Zhu Rong.

Zhu Rong's pretty face is full of tension, and her eyes even wink, but Wu Qizhe seems to have completely ignored it. In her opinion, Wu Qizhe should be able to completely avoid her revolving Throwing Knife. Along with Wu Qizhe's eyes, his eyes moved, but he could not help blushing. How could this villain just look at her, but forget the danger behind him.

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