Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 232 What Force Value Is This?

At noon, the scorching sun was shining brightly, piercing through the thin clouds, and the open land illuminated was a bit hot.

The screams one after another gradually became unified, and the whole long street exploded like spring thunder.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

In front of the passionate arena, the Prime Minister of Tubo couldn't sit still, and kicked the figure who turned over and poured tea.

"Come on! Come on!"

"Drag Lun Chinque back to me!"

Originally, he wanted to bring the younger brother of the famous Tubo general, Lun Qinling, to experience training, so that he could be more honored, so as to build up momentum in Tubo and take charge of a side of the army.

At this moment, the Prime Minister of Tubo didn't dare to take his life as a joke, so he hurriedly called the guards beside him to rescue him.

After seeing Yaojin's prestige during the process, several guards did not dare to step forward when they took the stage, so they stood on the side of the stage and boldly shouted.

"stop!"

Looking at the struggling figure close at hand, Cheng Yaojin looked away with some displeasure, glanced at the few people who were posing at the edge of the ring, and waved his arms.

"go Go."

"You guys are like skinny bean sprouts, not enough to fight, so this one in front of you should practice with me."

Lun Qinkui originally thought that he could get out of the clutches of the devil, but at this moment when he saw the gaze returning to him, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and couldn't help but tremble all over his body.

Looking at the four dazed figures on the edge of the ring, they yelled like crazy.

"Why the hell are you standing still! Hit!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a few people to respond, he hurriedly crawled towards the outside of the ring.

Brush brush.

The scimitar was out of its sheath, reflecting the sunlight with a cold light.

Li Xian watched clearly in front of the window lattice. These people are timid and three-pointed just by going on the court. How can they compete?

In the later generations, there are also people who are not important when they are drunk, not to mention these veterans who kill people like hemp on the battlefield.

I'm afraid that if one rises up and commits a murderous intention, several people in the ring will be killed on the spot.

Taking a picture of the figure who was still watching with relish, Li Xian greeted.

"Let's go! The winner has already been decided, don't watch."

"If things go on like this, sooner or later people will die."

"No matter how damn it, they are also envoys of Tubo, and they should be handed over to Honglu Temple instead of dying on this long street."

Qin Huaidao looked disappointed, put Cheng Chumo on the shoulder, and pulled the latter downstairs.

"Let's go, be careful that your father's general Xizheng will be pulled, and the loss will be huge."

Cheng Chumo shook his head, but still couldn't figure it out, so he chased after the downstairs figure and asked.

"Brother Li, tell my brother the truth, can this wine make people brave?"

……

The four people crossed their chests on the field, moved slowly, and surrounded Cheng Yaojin like a corner.

"Old man! Put down the golden hammer and leave here. You and I owe each other nothing, how about it?"

The guard in the navy blue shirt stared at the calm figure on the stage and continued speaking slowly.

"This is the arena, the winner has already been decided, you..."

Huhu~
The golden hammer waved twice, placed it by the side, bringing out the gang wind.

Cheng Yaojinhu's eyes were wide open, looking at the well-dressed talking figure, he shouted loudly.

"Fart your mother, the old man has been on the battlefield for more than dozens of years, how can there be any reason to stop beating halfway?"

"Standing on the platform, I have to let the old man play to his heart's content."

With the golden hammer in the same hand, he pointed at the limping figure slipping outside, and shouted.

"Hey! Don't try to run!"

"Take me to get rid of these few, and then I will teach you a few tricks, so that you and the old man can't fight for ten rounds."

Among the words, the voice suddenly disappeared, and the golden hammer smashed one after another with the sound of whistling wind.

Amidst the clatter of gold and iron, the figure flew upside down and smashed into the few wooden piles, making a crashing sound.

Some flew out with a knife, vomited a mouthful of blood in mid-air, sprayed the ring, and fell to the edge of the ring, holding their drooping legs and crying.

The figure who was able to move to the wooden steps was overjoyed, looking at the Tubo Prime Minister who came to greet him with a bitter smile on his face.

"President, run away."

"This reckless guy is really amazing...I can't match..."

Before he finished speaking, his shoulders sank suddenly, and a huge force abruptly pulled the figure back to the ring.

Shouts suddenly rang from the ears, as violent as thunder.

"Such a big man, even if he becomes a deserter, he is not afraid of being ridiculed!"

"Come on! A bout in a fucking fight."

The figure was thrown and flew to the center of the broken ring. The upper wound on Lun Qinkui's body was implicated again, he closed his eyes with grinning teeth, and growled in a low voice.

"I...have never suffered such humiliation..."

Seeing his back turning and walking towards the arena, Prime Minister Tubo knew the consequences of Lun Qinkui staying in the arena, so he hurriedly stepped onto the edge of the arena and shouted.

"Stay! You..."

Before he finished speaking, the figure in front of him suddenly turned around, bluffing with anger.

Biting murderous aura suddenly hit his face, Lu Anzan's eyes suddenly reflected a fist with bulging veins.

next moment.

The fist suddenly enlarged and hit the eye socket.

"Damn..."

Bang.

At the same time that the darkness was reflected, the eye sockets hurt, a dizziness filled the head, and the figure flew upside down in an instant.

Cheng Yaojin turned around abruptly, and said cursingly.

"Fight and fight, mother-in-law and mother!"

Kicking the golden hammer on the ring, it rolled down towards the curled figure, Cheng Yaojin narrowed his eyes and scolded.

"Pick it up, motherfucker, and fight this old man again."

"I still have to catch up with the time and go back to drink!"

After escaping to no avail, Lun Qinkui helplessly picked up the golden hammer on the ground, supported the ground and slowly climbed up, his face was already full of anger.

"Are you relying on me to compete to get one or two?"

"Well, look..."

Before the move was out of the mouth, Cheng Yaojin had already rushed towards him.

The figure was thrown out from the impact of the humanoid tank, sprinkled with dark red blood stains, and landed heavily on the edge of the ring.

"We won! We won! Our Tang Dynasty won!"

"Well! Let's see what tricks these Tubo barbarians have, General Cheng is mighty."

"Wine! Serve the wine, prepare some wine for General Cheng."

On the noisy open ground, the people cheered happily, and some people even went to the surrounding restaurants to buy wine.

Cheng Chumo's group also squeezed into the crowd at this moment, looking at Cheng Yaojin who was walking down the steps in a vain and confused way.

"Father! Why are you here?"

"This arena was originally intended for children to fight..."

Opening his eyelids slightly, Cheng Yaojin breathed out a strong smell of alcohol, and glanced at Cheng Chumo who came to help him, with a look of disdain.

"As far as his mother's prospects are concerned, a few barbarians still allow them to shout on the stage."

"You're trying to humiliate the prestige of our Cheng family!"

Speaking of this, Cheng Yaojin paused, then looked back at the figures lying on the platform, and added.

"Come on, that's it."

"Those bastards are not very powerful characters. Next time, go directly to the stage and beat him up."

With unclosed eyes, Cheng Yaojin caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, and his face immediately blossomed with joy.

"Ouch! Nephew! You're here too?"

"That wine is not bad... Another day, another day will give you two jugs."

Li Xian frowned slightly, fanned the smell of alcohol in his nose, and pouted towards the stage.

"Send it back?"

"Send it with you, can it be smashed in the ring?"

Cheng Yaojin, with blurred eyes, chuckled, his old face blushed, put his hands on Li Xian's shoulder, and stroked the chest of the feigning angry figure with his short and thick fingers.

"Get rid of it, get rid of it."

"If it weren't for your fermented rice, our old Cheng would not be so energetic."

With two pats on the shoulder, Cheng Yaojin wobbled and climbed onto the horse's back.

"I'm tired physically and mentally, the old man will take a step first."

"When you wake up, go to the workshop to ask for wine!"

(End of this chapter)