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Zhang Xiaojian felt familiar with her voice. She looked around, but she didn't find anyone talking to him. However, she saw a girl in white winking with him. It was one of his pearls that he used to transmit sound.

After all, the scene was full of people, and Zhang Xiaojian blinked his eyes and laughed gently.

The crowd began to stir up. There were many people like him who came to compete for marriage. They were tall, fat and thin. They were all full of hope.

Fage looked at Zhang Xiaojian, showed a strange expression, and then left. Zhang Xiaojian also followed in the past.

From a step, walked up the middle of the high platform, Zhang Xiaojian in a wooden box inside out of a jade card, the number is six.

The man who had finished the jade medal returned to his original position. They all looked at the table quietly.

The girl in Green saw that all the people had received the sign. She looked back at Jiuyou Biyun, and Jiuyou Biyun nodded.

"The martial arts contest for marriage begins now. The first game is No.1 jade card holder." The girl in green has a gentle voice.

As soon as the voice dropped, a man jumped into the air and jumped directly onto the platform.

A man is tall and handsome, but he has a fierce look in his eyes.

This made Zhang Xiaojian a little uncomfortable and moved her finger slightly.

At this time, from the crowd out of a person, slowly walked up the steps, one step three shake to the top of the platform.

The man looked sick, pale and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

After seeing the sick man under the stage, there was a burst of sigh, and some even laughed.

"Grass, why do people who are dying like this come here? But it's the same. Early death and early life support." Fage grinds beside Zhang Xiaojian, but Zhang Xiaojian doesn't speak.

The sound of a loud Gong came, and the people below were quiet and looked at the stage quietly.

The two people on the stage looked at each other and did not speak.

The sick man stretched out a little finger, like the man on the opposite side of the hook, the meaning is very obvious, put the horse.

At this time, a long knife appears on the tall man's hand. It looks sharp and abnormal, and it doesn't feel ordinary.

Long knife slowly raised, shining in the sun?

That sick seedling son did not make any reaction, is still lazy looking at the opposite man. It seems that all this has nothing to do with him.

"Grass, such a fool..." Fage murmured again.

Zhang Xiaojian did not look down on the sick rice seedling, vaguely, he felt that the sick rice seedling should be a master.

Just as the people on the stage were thinking wildly, the people on the stage had already started.

The long knife in the sun across a bright arc, mercilessly cut like a diseased seedling in the past.

The sick rice seedling is still the same as before, staring at the long knife that cuts over with dull eyes?

The girl in white who sat by Jiuyou Biyun frowned and her body seemed to move.

In this short moment, changes have taken place on the stage. The man with long Dao flies up, and he doesn't know where the long knife is going.

The man fell down from the three meter high platform, the people below Hula suddenly dodged, leaving only Zhang Xiaojian standing there. And the direction that the man falls down, unexpectedly official Zhang Xiaojian stands that position?

Zhang Xiaojian looks very clumsy to catch the man who fell down, and then gently put it on the ground.

A man opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and then fainted.

"You can die if you don't mind your own business." At this time, Zhang Xiaojian's ear came Fage's voice, as if very impatient.

"Can't you watch him die?" The innocence of Zhang Xiaojian's face?

"Really, people who offend don't know how to offend them." Fage said, looking up.

Zhang Xiaojian also looked up and saw that the sick seedling was looking at Zhang Xiaojian with a look at the dead. Then step down slowly.

At this time, someone had come to carry the long knife man down. I don't know where it was sent.

"Next group." The voice of the girl in green came over coldly, which made Zhang Xiaojian feel that it was not a martial arts contest to recruit a bride, but it was like trying to do everything.

"Look at me." Fage then came to the spirit, patted Zhang Xiaojian on the shoulder, and then jumped up in the air. The three meter high platform actually went up at once.

There is no one to speak, which makes Fage a little depressed.

After finishing my clothes, another black sweat jumped onto the stage.

The same is not to speak, two people reach out to hit.

That is to say, two or three times, the black face sweating one did not pay attention, was Fage a fist hit on the chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, from the stage almost fell below.

Fage was kind enough to catch the black face sweating at the last moment and didn't let him fall.Fage wins completely, which makes him a little more proud when he comes back to Zhang Xiaojian.

At the beginning of the third game, a man came out from behind Jiuyou Biyun. He was eighteen or nine years old. His face was a little abnormal, which gave people the impression that he was recovering from a serious illness. It's just that this person leaves the factory with a grim feeling of horror.

Just now that girl in white has told him that this is Jiuyou Biyun's nephew, Tang Jun. It seems that she has some skills.

Zhang Xiaojian is not convenient to check the other party's accomplishments with his perceptual ability because of his restrained breath. Otherwise, he would really like to have a look.

Tang Jun narrowed his eyes and looked at the man on the stage. He sneered and said, "if you don't want to die, go away."

"You are nothing." To the man's face a cold, leisurely asked.

This man seems to have some real skills. I don't know where he came from. He is not only handsome, but also full of murderous spirit.

"If you don't listen to the advice, I'll take you away." Tang Jun is not talking nonsense. His hands suddenly formed strange fingerprints, and his whole body was suddenly covered with a layer of black fog. Vaguely, the voice of ghosts crying came from inside.

Zhang Xiaojian's face turned pale, because he had seen the fingerprint, which Miao Xiaoqing used.

The boy on the other side didn't show weakness, and his sword waved in his hand. A silver mask went straight through his chest.

Tang Jun looked at the corner of his mouth, showing a sneer. The black fog suddenly rolled up, like a teenager on the opposite side. At the same time, a black fist hit the void.

Bang, earth shaking sound, the boy in white screamed, the whole person flew up from the stage, there was a big hole in the body, blood like rain.