He knew Xuanyuan Po.

Xuanyuan Po was also a little surprised because he knew (a small official).

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

Seeing Xuanyuan Po, the little official was surprised and asked, "What are you here to do?"

Xuanyuan Po pointed to the list on the table and said, "They said they wanted to register their names here."

The little official was stunned for a moment before reacting and said, "You want to participate in the election of heaven?"

Xuanyuan Po said, "Yes."

The little official laughed and laughed and said, "You, a useless man, want to marry His Royal Highness the Princess?"

Xuanyuan Po said, "I never thought of marrying Your Highness, but I want to participate in the election of heaven."

The little official said with a contemptuous look: "I think you want to die."

There were not many contestants in this ring, and Xuanyuan Po's body was extremely burly and eye-catching, which had attracted some people's attention. At this time, listening to the laughter and mockery of the little official, more people looked over. Matsumachi was originally a small place and it was easy to meet acquaintances. Among the onlookers, there were several drinkers who often went to the tavern. Looking at the scene, they hurried over. After knowing Xuanyuan Po's purpose, they were very surprised and persuaded him to give up the idea quickly.

"I said you're crazy, right? This is not a mess!"

"Didn't you hear that there is no priest in the West Wilderness Hall this time? There are medical officers from the imperial court and the Presbyterian Church on the ring in the upper city, but it's okay. What if we are injured here, but no one will treat you. If you bleed continuously, you will die!"

"Even if you are laughed at a few words on weekdays, why take this risk to prove yourself?"

Xuanyuan Po was silent and did not respond to these concerns. Seeing this, the drinkers didn't say anything else.

The little official looked at him and said mockingly, "You have to insist on dying, and that's all you can do is to let you do, but don't cry too ugly on the stage at that time."

Xuanyuan Po picked up the ink pen, wrote down his name and related information on the directory, and took a strip of cloth to tie it on his right wrist.

Time gradually changed, and it was finally his turn to walk onto the ring.

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

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

The little official sneered, "It's just a dishwasher, boasting that he had been to Kyoto and thought he was such an amazing person."

A drunkard who had tried to stop Xuanyuan Po said, "He has indeed been to Kyoto."

The little official was very angry after being refuted, his face turned a little red, and he shouted, "So what? Even if he was once powerful before, he is just a waste now!"

The cool morning breeze blew away the smoke and hot fog of Matsucho, and also blew the cloth strips on the candidate's wrists.

Xuanyuan Po was tall, but his opponent was even more burly.

The burly middle-aged man looked at Xuanyuan Po's right arm, which shrank like a branch, and showed a look of contempt in his eyes, saying, "I sympathize with you who met me from the beginning."

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

Looking at this scene, the onlookers around the ring were shocked and wondered why the people from the Xiang tribe came here?

No matter in which era, the Xiang clan is the top three major tribes of the demon clan. Even the most ordinary tribe members have unimaginable divine power.

Logically speaking, such a large clan should go to the arena near the Imperial Palace and Tianshou Pavilion, so how could he come to a small place like Matsumachi?

The deacon of the Li tribe who was responsible for determining the outcome of the ring narrowed his eyes slightly and quickly figured out the reason.

The supervisor from the Presbyterian Church closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping, and it was obvious that he had already known about it in advance.

The demon court official felt the powerful aura that was revealed by the children of the prime minister, and raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking that with the ability of this kind, coupled with the secret techniques of the prime minister, if he had been practicing for two years, he would be qualified to become the Red River Demon Guard, but today he came to Matsucho to participate in the competition. It seems that the goal is quite large.

Thinking of this, the demon court official looked at Xuanyuan Po again and there were a lot of complex emotions.

He did not hear the disputes under the ring before, and did not know where this calm-looking young man of the bear clan came from. He just felt that this son had obviously lost his arm, but he still came to participate in the election. His courage was really commendable. It was a pity that he met an unbeatable opponent at the beginning, which was really regrettable.

Xuanyuan Po didn't know what the demon court official was thinking, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Just like he heard what his opponent said, he wouldn't care. It was still early in the morning, and the ring match was just the first game. If he wanted to walk to the palace, it would take a long time and he would have to play many games. Just like the reason why he chose the ring of Matsucho, he needed to save time.

So, he did not say anything to the other party, nor did he be as quiet as a real master. He waited leisurely for the other party to make a move. Instead, he walked directly towards the other party, looking a little hurried, so he seemed a little panicked to the eyes of the onlookers.

The contemptuous expression in the eyes of the prime minister's clan became even stronger.

Xuanyuan Po raised his fist and rushed forward.

His right arm was very shrunk, and his sleeves were swaying everywhere by the morning breeze.

He was out with his left fist.

His fists looked like there was nothing special, they were straight and unremarkable, and the angle of the punch was very ordinary, and there was no way to talk about any moves, as if they were smashing randomly.

The prime minister didn't expect that he would take action without any hello. Anger flashed in his eyes, and a deep shout, and he also punched him.

The children of the Xiang tribe are as tall as a mountain, and their fists are extremely large, like a huge rock falling from the top of the peak.

The giant fist broke through the air, causing a howling wind. There were some fragments of starlight hidden in it, and the momentum was quite amazing.

Compared with this, Xuanyuan Po's fist is so ordinary, without any power.

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

The huge fist of the children of the Xiang tribe made Xuanyuan Po's fist look pitiful.

Some onlookers, thinking about the tragic scenes later, couldn't bear to watch them anymore, and turned their heads one after another.

Xuanyuan Po did not turn his head, and his eyes did not blink for a moment, and he was still as calm or dull as he was.

Is this because I was frightened by the opponent's fist, or was it too stupid to react at all?

Some people under the arena thought this way.

The little official stood up from behind the table, staring at the scene on the ring, looking forward to such a malice.

The demon court official kept staring at the scene on the ring. He was sure that Xuanyuan Po was not scared or could not react, because Xuanyuan Po's breathing was not messy.

So he couldn't understand that since he was obviously not an opponent in terms of strength, Xuanyuan Po did not make any other moves and continued to punch forward.

If you don’t have absolute confidence, then it’s because of pride and dignity?

The official of the demon court thought so and suddenly appreciated Xuanyuan Po's courage.

Looking at the eyes of either malicious, cruel, unbearable, or regretful.

Xuanyuan Po's fist finally met the fist of the Prime Minister's clan.

From the outside, the difference between these two fists is huge.

When their fists meet, it looks like a small stone falling on a huge rock.

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

A light sound appeared on the ring.

With a bang, it really looked like an egg was broken.

What is shocking is that Xuanyuan Po's fist was not broken, nor was it shook into the sky by the huge rock like a small stone.

His fists were pressed tightly with the fists of the children of the Xiang tribe.

His fists looked so small, but so stable.

Countless sounds followed by dense sounds, and then gradually became clear and deafening.

Titicaca!

It's like the falling cliff yesterday.

A bang!

It was like the cliff fell into the Red River, shaking countless huge waves.

The air waves on the ring turned into countless strong winds, whistling and ripping up countless dust.

The eyes of the prime minister's clan showed a look of extreme horror, and he howled in pain and despair.

The strong wind whistled with a shrill sound suddenly disappeared, and only a little left was lingering on the ring, driving Xuanyuan Po's somewhat empty sleeves and then landed on the children of the prime minister.

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

The son of the prime minister sat on the ring, his right arm hanging weakly, and blood was overflowing from under his sleeves.

The slight sound of the previous bang on the ring and the subsequent ticactic sounds were all broken.

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

So his fingers were broken.

Then, his wrist bone was broken.

Then, his arm bone was broken.

In the end, he even broke his shoulder bone.

His face was extremely pale, his eyes were extremely frightened, and he was wet, unable to tell whether it was sweat, blood, or something else.

Xuanyuan Po retracted his fist and did not launch another attack.

Looking at this scene, the Prime Minister's clan knew that he had survived, and his eyes became terrified and then gradually dissipated.

On the level of power he is most proud of, he is defeated and has nothing to say.

He could not even have the idea of ​​taking revenge because the power displayed by Xuanyuan Po was too powerful, incredibly powerful.

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

He began to vomit constantly, spitting all the breakfast he had eaten on the ring, and the unpleasant smell gradually overflowed.

Whether it was the Li deacon standing on the ring or the two officials in charge of supervising it, they seemed that they did not smell this smell.

The ordinary officials and onlookers around the ring were speechless.

Who is this young man in the bear tribe?

Why does that seemingly plain fist have such terrible power?

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