Way of Choices

He knew Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan was also a little surprised because he knew this little official.

Just a few days ago, the little official had drunk and said a lot of malicious words to him.

Seeing the Xuanyuan broken, the little official was very surprised and asked, "What are you kid doing?"

Xuanyuan Po pointed at the roster on the table and said, "They said they would register their name here."

The little official was stunned before reacting and said, "Are you going to participate in the election?"

Xuan Yuanbo said: "Yes."

The little official laughed and laughed and said, "You also want to marry Her Royal Highness Princess?"

Xuan Yuanbo said: "I never thought of marrying Your Highness, but I want to participate in the election."

The little official said with a disdainful expression: "I think you want to die."

There are not many contestants in this ring, and Xuan Yuan's broken body is also very burly and eye-catching, which has attracted some people's attention. At this time, listening to the laugh and mockery of the little official, more people looked over. Matsumachi was originally a small place, and it was easy to meet acquaintances. There were several alcoholics in the public who often went to the tavern. Looking at this scene, he hurried over and learned that Xuanyuan was very surprised and persuaded him. Quickly dismiss this idea.

"I said you are not crazy? This is not nonsense!"

"Did you hear that there was no priest in Xihuangdao Temple this time? There were court officials from the court and the Presbyterian Church in the ring over the upper city. Fortunately, what should we do if we are injured here, but no one will do it for you Doctor, there will be more bleeding, and it will die!"

"Even if someone laughs at me on weekdays, why take this risk in order to prove myself?"

Xuanyuan broke the silence and did not respond to these concerns. Seeing this, the few drinkers said nothing more.

The little official looked at him mockingly and said, "You have to insist on death, that's up to you, but don't cry too ugly when you are on stage."

Xuan Yuanbo took the ink pen, wrote his name and related information on the list, and took a piece of cloth on his right wrist.

Time gradually moved, and finally it was his turn to take the ring.

The onlookers around the ring asked each other about his origins.

A deacon of a casino thought about the previous picture and squeezed to the table to ask the official: "Do you need attention?"

The little official sneered and said, "It's just a dishwashing worker, boasting that he's been to Kyoto, thinking he's a great person."

An alcoholic who previously tried to stop Xuanyuan from breaking said: "He did go to Kyoto."

The little official was very angry after being refuted, his face flushed a little, and shouted: "So what? Even if he used to be prestige before, it is nothing but waste!"

The cool morning breeze dissipated the smoke and hot mist of Matsucho, and also flicked the strip of cloth on the candidates' wrists.

Xuanyuan's body is very tall, but his opponent is more burly.

The burly middle-aged man looked at Xuanyuan's shrunken right arm, and his eyes showed contempt, and said, "I sympathize with you when you met me from the beginning."

After saying this, his body became taller, accompanied by a very clear creak, casting a shadow on the ring like a hill.

Looking at this scene, the onlookers around the ring were shocked. Why do people who want to come from the same race come here?

No matter in what era, the Xiang clan is the top three clan of the demon clan, even the most ordinary clan has unimaginable divine power.

It stands to reason that children of such big clan should go to the ring near the Imperial Palace and Tianshou Pavilion. How come they come to such a small place as Matsumachi?

The deacon who was in charge of judging the victory or defeat of the ring squinted slightly, and soon wanted to understand the reason.

The supervisor from the Presbyterian Church closed his eyes and seemed to be sleeping, obviously knowing the matter in advance.

The demon court official, feeling the strong breath from the Xiang clan's children, raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking about this strength, and adding the Xiang clan's secret method to complement each other. Eligible to become the Red River Demon Guard, but today came to Matsumachi to participate, it seems that the picture is not small.

Thinking in this way, the demon official looked at Xuanyuan's broken eyes and added a lot of complex emotions.

He didn’t hear the previous disputes in the ring, and he didn’t know the origin of this calm young bear family, but he felt that this son had obviously lost his arm, but he came to participate in the natural election. The courage was really commendable, but it’s a pity. It was a pity that I met an unbeatable opponent at the beginning.

Xuan Yuanbo didn't know what the demon official was thinking, even if he knew it, he wouldn't care.

Just as he heard what his opponent said, he didn’t care. The time was still early in the morning. The ring game was only the first game. If he wanted to walk to the palace, it would take a long time and many games, just like he chose The same is true of the ring in Matsumachi, he needs to save time.

So, he did not say anything to the other party, nor did he wait for the other party to move quietly and quietly like the real master, but walked directly to the other party, watching his footsteps in a hurry, so in the eyes of the onlookers It seemed a little flustered.

The disdainful expression in the eyes of the child of the Xiang family became more intense.

Xuanyuan broke his fist and struck forward.

His right arm shrank, and his sleeves were swung around by the morning wind.

He made a left punch.

There are no special places in his fist, straight and unobtrusive, and the angle of the fist is also very ordinary. There is no way to talk about it, just like a mess.

The child of the Xiang family didn't think he shot without any greetings, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, a deep drink, and also a boxing pass.

The children of the Xiang clan are as burly as a mountain, and their fists are also huge, like a giant stone falling from the peak.

The giant fist broke through the air and brought a screaming wind, with some fragments of starlight hidden in it, and the sound was quite amazing.

In contrast, Xuanyuan's fist is so ordinary, there is no power at all.

The two fists are getting closer and closer, and they are about to meet each other, and the contrast formed is more vivid.

The huge fist of the children of the Xiang clan makes Xuanyuan's broken fist look very pitiful.

Some of the onlookers, thinking about the tragic picture later, couldn't bear to look at it again and turned their heads.

Xuanyuan Po didn't turn his head, his eyes didn't blink, he was still as calm, or dull.

Was it frightened by the opponent's punch, or was it too stupid to respond at all?

Some people in the ring thought this way.

The little official stood up from behind the table, staring at the picture on the ring, expecting with malicious intent.

The demon official had been watching the pictures on the ring, and he was quite sure that Xuanyuan Po was not scared or stupid, nor was it over-responsive, because Xuanyuan Po's breath was not chaotic.

So he couldn't understand that since he was obviously not an opponent in strength, Xuanyuan broke without any other action and still continued to punch forward.

If it is not absolute self-confidence, then it is because of pride and dignity?

The demon official thought so suddenly, he suddenly appreciated the courage of Xuanyuan.

Under the gaze of either malicious, cruel, or unbearable, or regretful.

Xuanyuan's fist finally met the fist of the Xiangzu child.

If you look at it from the outside, these two fists are very different.

When their fists met, it looked like a small stone fell on the boulder.

If you consider the power gap between these two fists, it is more like an egg hitting a boulder.

There was a soft sound on the ring.

With a snap, it really looks like the egg is broken.

Shockingly, Xuanyuan's fist was not broken or flicked into the sky by a boulder like a small stone.

His fist and the fist of the Xiang clan's children pressed tightly together.

His fist looked so small, but so stable.

Numerous soft sounds followed closely, then gradually became clear and loud.

Tikka!

It was like the cliff that fell yesterday.

A bang!

It was like that cliff fell into the Red River, and it caused many huge waves.

The air waves on the ring turned into countless gusts of wind, whistling, and setting off countless dust.

There was a terrified look in the eyes of the child of the Xiang family, howling with pain and despair.

The violent wind that whistled with a stern voice suddenly disappeared, and only a little lingered on the ring, driving Xuanyuan to break some empty sleeves, and then fell on the body of the Xiangzu children.

The burly body like a hill gradually became short in these seemingly gentle winds, and then collapsed.

The child of the Xiang family sat paralyzed on the ring, and his right arm fell weakly, and blood was overflowing from under his sleeve.

The soft sound of the previous crack on the ring and the subsequent clicks are all broken sounds.

When his fist met Xuanyuan's fist, the first thing he touched was his finger.

So his phalanx was broken.

Then, his wrist bone broke.

Then, he broke his arm.

In the end, he even broke his shoulder bone.

His face was unusually pale, his eyes were terrified, and his body was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or blood, or something else.

Xuanyuan broke his fist and did not attack again.

Looking at this scene, the child of the Xiang family knew that he had survived, and the panic in his eyes turned into consternation, and then gradually disappeared.

At the level of his most proud power, he has lost nothing at all.

He couldn't even have the idea of ​​revenge, because the power shown by Xuanyuan Shao was too strong and incredible.

This unimaginable gap directly crushed his body and fighting will, and even crushed his spirit.

He began to vomit non-stop, vomiting all the breakfast he ate on the ring, and the unpleasant smell gradually overflowed.

Neither the deacon standing on the ring nor the two officials in charge of supervision seemed to smell this.

The ordinary clerk around the ring and the crowd watching were even dumbfounded.

Who is this bear tribe youth?

Why does that seemingly plain fist have such terrible power?

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