Bleeding from seven holes is not a small problem. The doctors saw that Duanmu Yawang and Qing Ming and the others obviously had a poor relationship. In addition, Zhulong's face was mean and his speech was not good. He originally wanted to help with the treatment, but in the end Still didn't speak, just watched them help Qing Ming to leave.

After they left, gongs and drums sounded almost immediately on the stage, and the subordinates of the messenger on the stage solemnly said: "The messenger below speaks, please be quiet!"

As soon as the flower fell, it quieted down instantly.

The messenger quietly scanned the crowd and said indifferently: "The deaths and injuries in the battle are normal. I will not interfere with any means used. However, the order of the battle must not be disordered. If anyone is bold enough, let his actions disrupt the normal struggle. The consequences are not affordable for everyone."

Everyone is silent.

Obviously, the messenger has seen some disruptive behavior, and now he has issued a warning.

Seeing that everyone had no objections, the messenger said a few more words, nothing more, and added a sentence, saying: "Ming'er is our exile festival. Everyone knows the rules of exile festival. Therefore, in the next three days, there will be no fighting. Everyone who won this round will go to the Second Street to fight in four days."

"Yes!"

When it comes to the Exile Festival, everyone is excited, and the scruples of the past no longer exist, and there are many discussions: "It seems that I can take a rest. Now I have come to Third Street. I really want to see the endless edge. Look at the exile of the nobles!"

"Yes, I want to see it too!"

"I want to see it too!"

Everyone was lively, and the messenger didn't care about everyone. He glanced at the people who beat the gongs and drums, and then left the stage by himself.

The man understood, the gongs and drums sounded, and said loudly: "The second round of battle, please prepare!"

"Ugh!"

As soon as the flowers fell, everyone suddenly sighed, "We're going to fight again. I really want to talk about the exile memorial. If you lose this time, the money to enter the second street and the first street is probably not enough. It must be no. To the exile of Mount Osmanthus."

"Yes."

Many people simply couldn't afford the amount of money to enter the door on one street and two streets, and secretly made up their minds: "This time, we must fight seriously!"

If you can watch and participate in the exile memorial ceremony of the nobles, it would be a great honor!

Never let go of the opportunity!

Compared with everyone's eagerness, Duanmu Yawang and Ye Nongying gave each other a glance, and she asked, "What is the exile memorial?"

"How do I know."

Ye Nong Ying's eyeballs turned steadily, "It looks like everyone is looking forward to it. It must be very grand and fun. Let's ask someone after the battle is over."

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang nodded and smiled.

At this time, everyone on the stage asked everyone to pair up on their own, and then went to the stage to fight.

There are also people who are not matched, so a lottery will be conducted.

In the second round, the number of people is reduced by half, and ten tables are naturally enough for everyone to fight, so there is no need to wait for this round.

After everyone is matched, everyone on the big stage asks everyone to come to the stage to prepare.

Duanmu Yawang glanced at Zhulong, and Zhulong glanced at her coldly. This time, she didn't want to talk to her like before, turned her head and walked onto the stage.

He did not speak, but Duanmu Yawang was happy and relaxed.

He had been okay to talk about things before, and Duanmu Yawang still needed to find a topic to deal with him.

After taking the stage, Zhulongdao's face became colder.

Duanmu Yawang could feel his spiteful gaze when he looked at her at both ends of one, even if he was standing at the other end.

Originally thought that Qing Ming was the most direct, Duanmu Yawang felt that she was wrong.

Zhulong now has his eyes, accompanied by his sharp look, his whole person is like a knife, and he can kill people and see blood in minutes!

Seeing that the two of them were silent, one of them looked so terribly as poisonous, and guessed that they had personal grievances, and didn't wait for them to ask if they want to start, and raised their voices and asked: "If the two of you are ready , Tell me everything."

Duanmu Ya looked at the words, turned her head, nodded politely, and said, "I'm ready."

After she finished speaking, Zhulong squinted at the people, and said coldly: "Ready."

The messenger's subordinate nodded, knocked the gongs and drums, and said loudly: "Now that you are ready, let's start!"

As soon as the words fell, neither of them moved, and seemed to be waiting for the other to do it first.

Seeing that Duanmu Yawang didn't do anything, Zhulong's face was even more gloomy, "You are a female, and I do not look good when I do it first. This time I have three tricks for you, you do it first."

Duanmu Yawang twitched her lips, "I don’t need others’ humility, Lord Zhulong, let me remind you that this is a battlefield and fairness is important. You let me have three tricks. Even if I win, I will I don’t think I can be convincing."

Zhulong smiled grinningly: "You say madly, you mean, can you beat me?"

Duanmuya did not answer, pondered, stared at him straightly and said: "Young Master Zhulong, you know that your eldest brother is just on stage, and he also asked me to let me. The result..."

"To shut up!"

Zhulong was obviously irritated, and he smirked and said, "Are you trying to irritate me? What is your intention?"

Duanmu Yawang shrugged, "If Mr. Zhulong is worried about this, why don't we stop talking and wasting time, how about starting now?"

"Extremely happy!"

Zhulong hummed, and the light of the weapon that Duanmu Yawang had fought before resounded, her brows frowned, something resounded, and she squinted: "Miss Duanmu, pure fighting is meaningless. If I'm not mistaken, your talented weapon is not Your spirit chain weapon, right?"

"It's really not, Mr. Zhulong asked what he did?" Duan Muya glanced down with a look of precaution.

Zhulong said: "We just fight like this, it's meaningless at all. Why don't we have something interesting. Whoever loses will give him the weapons he used in the process to the other party?"

Duanmu Yawang did not oppose or agree, but raised her eyebrows with interest, "Are all weapons? What if more than one weapon was used during the fight?"

Zhulong is not worth how to fight, so disgusted that Duanmu Yawang's face now has a bright look, and said coldly: "I only lose one weapon. No matter how many weapons are used on the way, let the winner choose."

"Oh."

Duanmu Yawang was obviously disappointed, but he nodded and said, "Well, this bet is indeed more interesting, I agree."

When she said that, she curled her lips and smiled, and said to the messenger who knocked the gong on one side: "For the sake of fairness, can I bother you to be our witness?"

Witnesses are very important. Duanmu Yawang's weapon is so good. Zhulong is also afraid that Duanmu Yawang will fall back on his account. He also nodded: "Yes, we need a notary."

The messenger's subordinate nodded quietly, "Okay."