Zhao Xiao received a slap in the face, and immediately felt ashamed, and said secretly: "The mage killed the fierce lion with one palm before, if it wasn't for the mercy of his subordinates, he would have been beaten to the point that his brain would have been shattered, and he would have already died, no wonder he was so arrogant." ”

He immediately lost his sharpness, and secretly admitted defeat in his heart. Everyone suddenly heard a crisp slap sound, and then saw that Zhao Xiao's cheeks were red and swollen, and Master Fang Zhi gave him a slap.

Zhao Xiao only fights for dignity, and he must fight to the death in front of everyone's eyes, not to mention that he is a guard with a knife in front of the emperor, otherwise he will be ridiculed, and he will even be blamed by the emperor.

The mage was bare-handed, just waiting for Zhao Xiao to make a move, obviously accepting the opponent. Zhao Xiao danced the ghost-headed broadsword like the wind and lightning, but the mage always dodged easily when his knife peak was about to be slashed, there was no danger, like a god and demon possessed, and Zhao Xiao's killing move was invisible, Zhao Xiao's attack was like a long knife splitting the sea, and the iron fist hit the air, and it could not hurt the mage in the slightest. Zhao Xiao was slapped by the mage from time to time.

Everyone could see it clearly, and they were afraid that a few more Zhao Xiao would besiege the mage, but it would be useless, and everyone burst into laughter from time to time. The old mage didn't slap him hard, just to humiliate him, and after more than ten rounds of fighting, Zhao Xiao's face was covered with red palm prints, and his whole face was red and swollen, which was both embarrassed and ridiculous.

Zhao Xiao gradually felt dizzy, groggy, his posture and steps became staggering, as if he was drunk, the old mage took the technique of an eagle playing a chicken, slapped him back and forth dozens of times, and finally saw that he had no power to parry, and the last time he fought, the mage increased his strength a little, and a big-eared melon seed was firmly pumped on Zhao Xiao's face.

The old mage clapped his hands and laughed, "Bah! Pour! Pour! Fall down! Zhao Xiao tried his best to raise the knife again and slash at the mage, but suddenly his eyes went black, and with a "bang", the long knife fell to the ground and fell heavily to the ground.

Everyone admired the mage's style, Zhao Xiao was the leader of the guards of the pro-army, and his sword skills and martial arts were naturally good, but he competed with the bare-handed mage, like a child, without the power to parry, and sat back and watched the humiliation. Everyone knew that the old mage deliberately did not make iron bones, and he was really merciful to his subordinates, otherwise Zhao Xiao was afraid that he would not be able to catch a single move!

Xue Zhong Bingsheng was overjoyed when he saw that the mage's body was really good, and his hanging heart finally let go, he was very proud, and kept shaking the bamboo fan, thinking about how to ask the prince for credit after the mage won. After watching this duel, the other good players also knew that if they went head-to-head with the mage, they had almost no chance of winning.

The prince ordered the guards to carry Zhao Xiao down, and the mage stood in the heart of the platform, waiting for the next warrior to fight. The eunuch called several times and asked Zhang Yuhu, the captain of the light car, to appear, but no one responded. When everyone saw this, they talked about it, and they didn't know what kind of name this Zhang Hu was doing. After a while, one of the guards came to the prince and whispered a few words to him.

When the prince heard this, he was furious: "Presumptuous! How can there be a duel in battle, and the enemy retreats!? If you die today, you will die on the platform! How can this king tolerate such cowards and cowards? Someone, bring me ......."

The crown princess said with a smile: "The Qing family is angry, the concubines of this formation just now can see it clearly, with the skills of the mage, I am afraid that there is no one among these people who is invincible!" Since the mage is so good, His Highness really has the help of the gods, and it is too late to be happy, so why be angry? The concubine looked at that Zhang Hu is by no means afraid of the enemy, but very self-aware, otherwise she will be humiliated by the mage in vain, I am afraid that it will damage our Chinese face! ”

The prince felt that Concubine Wei Xuan's words were reasonable, but he was angry for a while, and asked with a gloomy face: "Then what do you say?" ”

The crown princess said: "You said to give up the competition, but it makes people look down on our Huaxia, and it doesn't sound good when it reaches the ears of my father." Grace ......"

"Forgive the ministers for their courage, Weichen has one or two perfect methods, I don't know what His Royal Highness the Prince and Niangniang want?" Xue Zhongbing, who was sitting next to the prince and his wife, interjected.

"Oh? What is Aiqing's opinion? Tell me about this king. The prince asked eagerly.

In the opinion of the minister, it is better to choose a few masters to compete on the stage together, and the mage, Wechen also talked to the mage, since no one can beat him alone, when several good players meet him, everyone just needs to fight wonderfully and look good, and there is no need to distinguish what is high and low. In this way, whether it is for the court, His Royal Highness, or the mage and all the good hands, they all have face, this is called fighting but not breaking, I don't know what His Royal Highness thinks? ”

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Everyone says that you Xue Zhongbing is a wise star, and this one really let this king understand. Yes, just do what Aiqing wants! The prince praised.

"Wei Chen is stupid, how can he compare with His Highness's wise saint martial arts! Wechen is just a little clever, Your Highness, you control the overall situation, and it is wise to hold the Quetai Conference, Wechen is only His Highness's head and try his best to cooperate! Xue Zhongbing pretended to be humble and replied.

"Everyone says that you are thoughtful and sensitive, it seems that this palace will inevitably trouble you in the future!" The crown princess also agreed with his best of both methods, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Thanks to the wrong love of the mother, Weichen will talk to the mage!" Xue Zhongbing said with a smile.

Xue Zhongbing got up and walked to the old mage's side and whispered to him, and the mage smiled and nodded again and again, agreeing with his suggestion.

Seeing this, the prince got up and said: "The battle between the Shicai mage and the Flying Bear Guard can be regarded as having learned the mage's immortal skills, and this king thinks that he can choose six warriors to appear on the same stage and learn with the mage?" ”

Everyone knew that there was no hope of winning the heads-up mage, and if they couldn't win the duel, they could only sit back and wait for humiliation, and they were all annoyed in their hearts. Hearing that the prince changed the rules of the competition, many people fought against the mage on the same stage, and maybe there was a chance to win, even if he lost, it was not ugly, and they all agreed. The old mage was deeply impressed by Xue Zhongbing's suggestion, and decided not to humiliate the opponent again, save face for the prince, and turn the next duel into a performance, just wonderful and beautiful. With a wave of his hand, the mage retracted the iron bones suspended in the air, ready for battle.

The prince hand-picked six warriors to appear, these six people are Shuwu Marquis Zhu Wenying, Qingche Captain Zhang Yuhu, Xue Zhongbing's personal guard Yue Qing, Youyi Wushi Zanta, Xiao Cavalry Captain Fu Mingyou, Yulin Zuowei Zhonglang General Fan Min, and the blades held by the six people are Ruyi Soft Rope Spear, Death-seeking Skeleton Hammer, Xuantie Yanyue Mo Knife, Bi Linglong, Pingtian Eight-Edged Gong, and Demon Slaying Crested Axe.

The six people walked into the platform, all of them were extraordinary and outstanding. Zhang Yuhu is eight feet tall, strong and burly, with a red and purple face, and a skull hammer wrapped around his waist, like a god descending; Fu Mingyou has a pointed face and small eyes, a thin and slender figure, holding a mace in both hands, light and agile like an ape; Fan Min is thick and stocky, with knotted muscles like iron, holding two sharp axes, each step is like an iron tower, thick and steady, and the momentum is overwhelming.