Looking down from the air, the square in front of the City God Temple was crowded with people, crowded, as if tens of thousands of ants were surrounded by a small piece of pastry.

In the center of the square, there is a ring with a length of 15 zhang and a height of 2 meters. It is bare and has no guardrails. It simply surrounds the edge with a big red curtain and hangs to the bottom.

The platen is made of iron birch wood that is as thick as one foot, extremely dense and hard. Even if the steel knife is cut, it will rebound back. It shines with a dark black iron light under the sun. This iron birch wood is extremely expensive, and it was transported from the distant north when China was prosperous. It has been baptized by hundreds of years of wind and rain without any damage.

In front of the Chenghuang Temple, more than three meters away from the arena, is a two-meter-high viewing platform. The top, left, right and back sides are covered with cloth curtains to form a shed, where the VIPs sit.

Although the competitions in the past were lively and not at high level. If the chief clerk of Baisha Mansion could watch them in person, it would be very considerable. But today, due to the arrival of Zhou Hai, the eldest prince of Zhou, the specifications have been greatly improved, and Baisha Mansion Gong Hao Qiu personally accompanied them.

The champion Bing Hu was idle and sat in the shed. After killing three Tongyou warriors in a row in the morning, he completely shocked the Chinese. From two o'clock, no one dared to challenge them for the whole afternoon.

This is also the bloodiest arena that has never been seen in Chinese history.

But he still has no choice but to use Binghu.

On both sides of the street on the front of the square, the tea room at the corner of the second floor is only 30 meters away from the arena, making it the best place to watch. On weekdays, you can drink tea for only ten taels of silver, eat melon seeds at will, and girls play the piano and sing music. In the past few days, it has soared to fifty. Today, it is not enough to be 100 taels, and you can't sit in even if you have money.

The window of the tea room on the right was wide open, and the two tigers under the Hou Zhou Pinghe of Ping'an were snuggling with red and green. Careful people discovered that in addition to Xu Liang, the son of the Minister of War, Ma Tao, the son of the Minister of Revenue, the other tiger, Liu Fei, the son of the Minister of Revenue, was missing. The faces of the three of them were a little stiff, and they were rarely sitting upright and did not tease the beauty.

The tea room on the left is facing the street, and the two windows facing the arena are open. A man with a numb face stood at the corner, and Tong San, the leader of the Sishui Gang. In the window next to it, a beautiful young woman was playing the piano, with smoke rising and the fragrance was so strong. There were maids standing on both sides, and musicians behind her.

Since the Four Water Gang was suppressed by Queen Zhou Mei, businesses such as pawn shops and restaurants have closed down one after another, leaving only the last sign Wanhua Building. The brothel survived because King Tianqi personally wrote a plaque.

It was once circulated among the people that Wanhualou was the harem of the Apocalypse, but later it was destroyed without any attack.

The girls there are all innocent prostitutes, and they do not sell themselves. If they are in love with a certain young man, they do not need to redeem themselves. Tong San will treat her as a daughter and burn the contract to sell her in public. If they are bullied after marriage, the Four Water Gang will be beaten to the heartless people all over for their teeth.

Today, the one who played the piano at the window was the top brand of Wanhualou, Bai Ling'er, who has been playing the piano for two consecutive years in Baisha City.

In front of the window facing the ring, a thin middle-aged man stood in front of the tea room. He wore a gauze crown and a jade belt on his waist. He was serious. It was Zhang Muzhi, the commander of the Secret Investigation Department. In the window next to him, two subordinates held their heads and held the handle of the knife with their hands.

These people seem to be located in different windows, but are actually in the same tea room.

Some natives from Baisha City took a breath when they saw this scene. This shows that Zhang Muzhi took the initiative and openly supported the Four Water Gangs.

Ten meters away from the arena, Baisha Mansion officers stood shoulder to shoulder, blocking the front from the people on both sides, leaving a gap leading to the street.

At the end of Chenghuang Temple Street, a strong man two meters high and like an iron tower stepped in. The wide white cloth drooped around his neck and hung his right arm with a splint tied to him.

The sharp-eyed guy hurriedly said, isn’t this the boss of Fengshun Escort Agency Mr. Hu? Why did he wear half of the armor?

The person next to him took a closer look and quickly said, "What are your eyes?" Hearing a little. It was a splint for bone correction, as if his arm was broken...

The two apprentices looked in the sound and glared.

Hu Biao's face was desolate and his expression was desolate, and he walked forward in silence.

Behind them, a team of strange people appeared. Their appearance was miserable, and those who saw it were sad, and those who heard it were crying.

There were about seventy or eighty, and more than half of them were as embarrassed as Hu Biao, with plywood hanging. There were more than a dozen more miserable, limping away with crutches. Although the remaining buddies were intact, they had their noses and swollen faces, either covering their stomachs with their hands or rubbing their chests...

Everyone was stunned.

Zhi Niang Thief, aren’t these all martial arts masters in Baisha King City? Who beat him like this is so outrageous. Needless to ask, he must be the warrior who has been attacking the battle one after another in Dahua.

Suddenly someone woke up and shouted, "Good!"

Some people volunteered to pull away the guys in front of them and said anxiously, hurry up and make way for the heroes...

Some people scratched their heads desperately and talked to themselves.

"No, I haven't watched the fun all these two days, and I haven't seen Bing Hu hurt so many people..."

The team of men swollen and red, lowered their heads and moved forward with a suffocation.

After a while, more than twenty officers suddenly poured into the street intersection, and roughly drove the people in the middle of the street to both sides, shouting:

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, Xiaoyao Bo has arrived..."

Then, two rows of white banners appeared, but eight people were carrying a large nanmu coffin in the middle.

Walking ahead was a young man, dressed like snow.

Suddenly, the whole street became quiet one after another, and everyone looked sideways. On the square, on the viewing platform, on the pavilions on both sides of the road, on the trees, on the roofs... all eyes were cast.

Young Master Xiaoyao, carry the coffin to fight.
Chapter completed!