The world is dangerous, how good can the temple be?

"Prince, no one is seriously injured!" Lei Lianxing checked and said.

Looking at Li Jicheng who was unconscious, Zhao Gan suppressed his anger, "Do you have any solutions next?"

"They conducted a detailed investigation of the people around the prince and had already made countermeasures based on their respective situations, so they could only take risks!" Lei Lianxing thought for a moment.

"No need to do this. They are not sure to win in the second game, and there is no need to win. They are determined to win in the third game. The person who is at the bottom of the box should stay in the last game. This game will be normal!" The three-game two-win system is enough, as long as you win two games. For the Xixia people who have won the first game, you only need to work hard on the third game with the initiative. There are too many changes in the second game, so there is no need to waste too much energy.

"Little Prince, it's up to you to set the rules this time!" Tashan made a gesture of invitation, with no expression on his face, but his inner joy was hard to express. The first game was won, the second game won and the second game didn't matter, and the third game took the initiative in their hands. Victory is inevitable, so you don't have to think about him and know that the ending is destined.

"General Tashan is really deliberate about this martial arts discussion!" Zhao Gan couldn't help but sarcastically, and then said loudly: "The rule of the second game is that only women are allowed to participate, no age, no warrior realm!"

After saying that, a woman in black uniform and holding a long sword walked out from behind Zhao Gan. She looked ordinary, about thirty years old, but she had a slender figure and showed her heroic spirit.

The woman slowly walked to the center of the venue, saluted everyone slightly, pulled out the narrow sword from the scabbard, and stood quietly on one side to show her style.

"Hu Jijun, Qingping Sword!" The moment when the narrow sword was pulled out, Feng Yun heard a sound of gasping in unison sounding around him.

The narrow sword is only two fingers wide, which is only about half the width of a normal long sword, and it is shiny in the sun.

Feng Yun was also slightly surprised when he heard the name of Qingping Sword. The name is not something that anyone wants to own. Like the ones that Feng Yun killed before, the six ghosts of Nanchong, the three heroes, etc., they were all named by themselves to expand their influence.

Qingping Sword is a respectful title from the heart of everyone. Qingping Sword Hu Jijun is from the Bingzhou family. He has an unknown master, but he has made a huge name in just two years since his debut. His strength is at the peak of the top level. He is definitely a genius figure. He will definitely have the opportunity to enter the realm of a master in the future.

But I didn’t expect that such a proud person would be taken over by Zhao Gan!

When Hu Jijun showed off his narrow sword, not only did the people on the Qin side know his identity, but also the people on the Xixia side know his identity. A bald old man leaned over and whispered a few words behind Tashan. Tashan stood up directly, "The people in the Central Plains are well-known. With Qingping Sword taking action, I don't think there is any intention of comparing this game. Let's admit defeat!"

Tashan said directly without much hesitation, the name of Qingping Sword was not blown out, and there were not many men on their side who could beat Hu Jijun, let alone women.

It seemed that he had known the ending for a long time, Zhao Gan waved his hand casually, "General Tashan, start the third game!"

"Young prince is so happy!" Tashan clasped his fists and smiled, "The rules of the third game are not limited to the realm, only age, under twenty years old!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Gan breathed a sigh of relief. The conditions were not harsh. For this martial arts discussion, he selected some warriors of all levels to deal with the Xixia people.

He is under the age of 20 and has a peak in his strength at the second-rate level. At this age, his strength has reached its peak.

Zhao Gan and Lei Lianxing looked at each other and laughed.

"Tashan is showing you goodwill!" Lei Lianxing said, "In the first game, he lets you see their strength, and in the second and third games, he gives you a step further. It seems that the people of Xixia have put a lot of effort into peace talks!"

Zhao Gan smiled, "I hope he knows the face!"

Flies do not bite seamless eggs. Martial arts are small, but once they are defeated, they give the opponent an excuse to question them in the court. They will be passive because of this for a long time. This is not what Zhao Gan hopes to see.

"Go and tell Ding Yi not to let him take action, it is considered to give Tashan a face!"

Soon, both sides sent warriors. On the side of King Yong Zhao Gan, there was a young man named Ding Yi, who was full of heroic spirit, his weapon was a long sword, and on the side of the Xixia people was a simple and honest boy named Boyan, with a red face and a big axe in his hand.

Zhao Gan was in a good mood when Tashan gave him face so much. He turned to Tashan and asked, "You can start! Next, I want to have a drink with General Tashan!"

"No hurry!" Tashan blocked Zhao Gan's meaning, "I set the rules in this game that I am under twenty years old. I think we need to determine the age of both sides!"

"What does General Tashan mean?" At this time, Zhao Gan also felt that things seemed not what he thought.

"Nothing, I just want to touch the bones to confirm the real age of both parties, so as not to cheat in violation of regulations!" As he said that, Tashan stretched out his hand and waved his hand. The two goatee-bearded old men walked to Ding Yi and Ding Yi, studied on their arms, and then confirmed it in exchange. Then he walked to Tashan and said respectfully: "Report to General, Boyan's bone age is nineteen and six months, and Ding Yigu's bone age is twenty and four months."

"Little Prince, please hear it clearly. Ding Yi is over twenty years old!"

"Hmph, it seems that judging age by touching the bones alone is not that accurate!" Zhao Gan snorted coldly.

"These two of them have been touching their bones for the rest of their lives. It is absolutely right to say how old they are, not to mention that there are also household registration files for you Han people here!" Tashan put a copy of household registration files in front of Zhao Gan, "You little prince won't even believe your household registration files!"

Zhao Gan looked closely and found that the file was not fake. It clearly stated that Ding Yi's birth date was written on it. Based on this, Ding Yi's age was exactly twenty and four months, and the age he got from the two old men touched the bones.

Seeing Zhao Gan return to his seat angrily and discussing something with his subordinates, Tana behind Tashan pulled Latashan's sleeves, "Brother, will you anger the Han people if you do this?"

Tashan stroked Tana's black hair lying behind her back with affection, "We can have the situation today because our ancestors used blood and sword to make it. Do you think that if we are now showing weakness, they will agree to our request?
Chapter completed!