In the highly anticipated arena, the leopard Qi Ying was confronting Meng Hu. The two were afraid of each other and no one dared to act rashly.

Gradually, the audience in the stands around began to feel a little dissatisfied. The leopard's performance today was not as brave as usual. In the past, no matter whether the enemy was a beast or a warrior, whether it was a person or a hundred people, he would launch an attack without hesitation, and then kill them all with lightning speed. However, nearly a stick of incense has passed, and the leopard Qiying still has no movement.

"Kill him!"

"Go!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Twist his neck."

"Kick his dick."

"Damn it, knock him down..."

The audience in the stands around began to boil and exclaimed dissatisfied with the leopard Qi Ying.

The leopard Qi Ying's face changed slightly, his emotions were obviously disturbed. He could no longer hold back his breath, and suddenly took a step forward with his right foot, and then he flew into the air. The short sword that was originally hidden behind him had come to him and stabbed down fiercely at the vital point of Meng Hu's chest.

Meng Hu's narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and his sharp eyes stared at Qi Ying. His mountain-like body stood proudly, and he did not dodge or avoid it. He ignored the sword that the leopard Qi Ying stabbed into his chest. A trace of anger suddenly appeared on Qi Ying's face, but his whole expression became particularly ferocious. He felt contempt and insulted. At this moment, Qi Ying vowed to cut off his opponent's throat with a short sword.

"Sher."

The crisp sound of the sharp blade cutting through the flesh and blood sounded, and the leopard Qi Ying's short sword pierced into Meng Hu's body without any obstacles.

Before Qi Ying's grin at the corner of her mouth could bloom, she suddenly felt the danger. Almost instinctively, Qi Ying wanted to draw the sword and hind his legs, but it was too late. Meng Hu's originally drooping hands had already raised up, and his thick left hand was like an iron clamp to pinch the short sword that pierced into his body, and his right hand, which was spreading with five fingers, was as fast as thunder, pinching the throat of the leopard Qi Ying.

With one round, just one round, Meng Hu captured the vital points of Hua Bao Qiying at the cost of being seriously injured.

This is the difference between a arena and a battlefield. In a arena, usually, as long as Qi Ying's sword pierces into the opponent's body, it means that the opponent's defense has been destroyed and his intention has collapsed, and he can give it a beg. But on the battlefield, before you really kill the enemy, the matter is far from over. Even if the enemy has only one last breath left, he may launch a fatal blow to you!

“Uh, uh…”

The leopard Qi Ying made a slight and short sound in her throat. At the same time, she struggled to fight the right hand holding the sword, trying to break free from Meng Hu's control, but she failed to do so. At the same time, Qi Ying's left hand was raised, trying to pull Meng Hu away from his right hand that pinched his throat, but his movements were so weak. Once the vital point of the throat was pinched, Qi Ying could not use any more force. At this time, his strength was compared with Meng Hu, just like a baby and an adult man, and it was not on the same level.

Meng Hu's expression was still so cold. His left palm wrapped around Qi Ying's right hand holding the sword and pulled the short sword out of his chest inch by inch. The red blood splashed out from his chest like a fountain. Although the sword penetrated from Meng Hu's chest, it was quite tilted. It penetrated through the gap between Meng Hu's right chest and shoulder bone. Although the injury was not light, it did not hurt the vital heart and lungs, and it was not considered a fatal injury.

In the North Stand box, Meng Yan stood up instinctively, his face full of incredible expressions. He had expected Meng Hu to defeat Qi Ying, but he did not expect Meng Hu to capture Qi Ying so simply. Shi Miyuan beside Meng Yan had a calm expression. All this was actually long as he expected. As a martial arts master, Shi Miyuan knew quite well that when a real master fought his life, life and death were often in a moment. Either you die or I live. Even if you are an opponent with similar martial arts skills, it is impossible to fight for a long time without deciding victory or defeat. Generally speaking, life and death will be seen within three rounds. Unless the two of them have no intention of killing, or they have the idea of ​​mutual appreciation in their hearts, they may be able to fight for three hundred rounds without deciding victory or defeat.

In the small box, Princess Chaoxia Meng Yan's heart was broken. Seeing the bright red blood splashing out from Meng Hu's wounds, she felt like a knife and tears were falling like rain. She wanted to bear the heart-wrenching pain for Meng Hu.

The people of the imperial capital in the stands around all sent dissatisfied booes. Obviously, the hasty ending of this battle that was highly anticipated but seemed to be evenly matched was unacceptable. However, many people shouted that Meng Hu wanted to kill the leopard Qi Ying. The reality was so cruel. A second ago, these audiences were still loyal fans of the leopard, but a second later, the leopard was ruthlessly abandoned by them.

In the arena, Meng Hu finally pulled the dagger out of his chest, and then turned the sword blade horizontally to the neck of the leopard Qi Ying. The leopard Qi Ying watched the dagger approach his neck little by little, clearly feeling the coldness coming from the blade. He wanted to block it, but his hands could not use any strength. He had no ability to resist at all.

Finally, the blade of the short sword had already been pressed against the neck of the leopard Qi Ying. Just a little further forward can be cut through Qi Ying's cervical artery. Then in a few seconds, the lively leopard will completely turn into a dead leopard. The leopard Qi Ying seemed to know that the deadline was coming, and finally stopped struggling. The eyes facing Meng Hu suddenly became empty. Death was close at hand, but the leopard did not feel any fear, and even... there was a hint of pleasure of finally being relieved...

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

The audience in the stands around shouted, and finally gathered into a uniform sound wave, rushing straight into the sky. Meng Hu looked up indifferently, his cold eyes were like a sharp sword, passing through the void and stabbing towards the large private room in the north stands. Meng Yan, who was in the large private room, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, slowly raised his thumb with his right hand, and then flipped hard to point to the ground. The people in the stands around him suddenly cheered like a tsunami.

Then, Meng Hu in the Arena groaned, shook his hand and threw the leopard Qi Ying to the ground.

After the leopard Qi Ying landed on the ground, she rolled over and sat up in a daze, not knowing what happened for a moment? He couldn't figure out why he was still alive, and even more so why Meng Hu didn't kill him? The people of the imperial capital in the stands around were even more furious. Meng Hu's actions had seriously provoked their dignity. You know, even the emperor of the imperial capital did not dare to provoke public opinion.

Meng Hu's cold eyes passed through the stands around him one by one, and suddenly felt a dizzy turn, and then fell to the ground with a fallen head. Not far away, the leopard Qi Ying was still sitting on the ground, with a confused expression on her face. The wild beast obviously hadn't figured out why Meng Hu didn't kill him?

North stands large box.

Shi Miyuan had already moved to the rest area behind, and a figure wrapped in a black cloak had already greeted him.

Shi Miyuan looked at no one around and whispered: "Look for the best injuring doctor and use the best medicine. Never let Meng Hu die."

The black shadow replied in a deep voice: "Yes."

Shi Miyuan asked again: "How was that thing done?"

The black shadow whispered: "The subordinates have released the black-lined bird to the Holy Capital. If nothing unexpected happens, four generals, hurricane, fire, flood, and storm, will arrive in Loking in two months. In addition, the identities of the four generals are ready. They will become the leaders of the four Semitic tribes in the Death Desert. With the intimate relationship between the Semitic tribes and the Glorious Empire, and with the great elders dealing with it, I believe no one will doubt it."

"Yes." Shi Miyuan nodded, "But be careful in everything and try not to leave any flaws. Just wait for the four generals to arrive in Luojing and take control of military power. The entire Luojing and even the entire glorious empire will fall into my control."

The black shadow reminded carefully: "Great Elder, there is a saying that my subordinates don't know whether to say it or not?"

Shi Miyuan said coldly: "Say it, what do you mean?"

Black Shadow said: "The Great Elder, my subordinates thought that the Glorious Empire was a giant with a profound foundation, so it was not so easy to fully control it. Moreover, the task assigned by the Great Chief was not to control the entire Glorious Empire, but to provoke disputes within the Glorious Empire and cause it to fall into a civil war..."

"Enough." Shi Miyuan frowned and shouted, "I have a clear idea of ​​what to do. It's not your turn to teach you a lesson, hum!"

Qingyun Plateau, the base camp of the Tiger Army.

Seeing that Qi Diaozi had thought for a long time and had not come up with any good rescue method, he said, "Military advisor, if there is really no way, let's go find King Yan? If he can agree to rescue Meng Hu, we will let him go back to Luojing."

"This is not possible." Qi Diaozi shook his head and said, "Not to mention whether the King of Yan can regain the leadership of the court after returning to Luojing, even if he can regain power, he will never let the general go. On the contrary, if Lao Mengke really wants to take over the leadership of the court, the general will immediately be killed. This old guy is different from Shi Miyuan. Shi Miyuan has evil intentions and will not easily harm the general's life before the goal is achieved. However, Lao Mengke only has the interests of the Glorious Empire, and he will strangle any threat that is not conducive to the empire."

Zhao Qinghan said anxiously: "This is not possible, that is not possible. What do you think you should do?"

"Wait, hiss..." Qi Diaozi suddenly said, "I suddenly remembered that if this person was willing to help, the general would be able to escape danger."

"One person?" Zhao Qinghan asked in a voice, "Who has such great ability?"

Qi Diaozi said solemnly: "This man is a friend of the old days of Huye. He has learned a lot of knowledge and is far above Huye. Moreover, his experience is similar to Huye. He has a deep hatred with the court. Huye has long wanted to recruit this person for the general, but he has been fighting for a long time. He really can't take time, so he has never mentioned it, but now he can't wait. Huye will write a letter and send a capable person to Luojing."

Zhao Qinghan asked anxiously: "Will he agree?"

Qi Diaozi nodded and said, "I should agree!"

Zhao Qinghan asked again: "Can he really rescue Meng Hu?"

Qi Diaozi sighed and said, "Madam, if even this person cannot save the general, it will be useless even if Bei Zhi personally goes to Luojing. Moreover, Bei Zhi has now become an imperial prisoner of the court. I am afraid that before entering Luojing, he will be arrested and brought to justice by the government along the way."

Zhao Qinghan was silent, Qi Diaozi's words were true. At present, the senior generals and senior aides in the Tiger Army have already registered in the Imperial Ministry of War. Even if Qiao Zhuang dresses up and sneaks into Luojing, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be discovered by the court's eyewitness. Then, let alone save people, maybe even those sent to save people, will be involved. After a while, Zhao Qinghan sighed softly: "Military advisor, what's the name of that person? Are you still in Luojing now?"

Qi Diaozi responded with a stern expression: "His name is Wen Wucheng, and he has been living in seclusion in the Lane of the Nancheng Medical Center in Luojing."

Luojing.

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than half a month since Meng Hu was sent to Luojing. For more than half a month, Meng Hu has been fighting with wild beasts, barbarians, Semitics or gladiators from various countries in the south almost every day. Of course, Meng Hu's physical condition is still as bad as ever. It is often only a few days to eat porridge. That little bit of pitiful food can only keep him from starving to death. So in the past half month, although Meng Hu has been invincible and has defeated countless gladiators, he has also added many scars to his body...

There is a small alley in the south of Luojing City called Medical Hall Lane.

The reason why it is called Medical Hall Lane is of course because there are medical clinics everywhere in the alleys. There are dozens of clinics of all sizes in total. Luojing City is the leading city in Middle Earth, with a permanent population of more than 500,000. If you include Jingji Prefecture, the total population exceeds 2 million. It can be said that it is the most densely populated place in Middle Earth, so the dozens of clinics in Medical Hall Lane don’t worry about having no business.

There is only a small clinic near the end of the alley, and no one cares about it.

In fact, if you look at the inscriptions on the plaque of this clinic, you will know the reason why no one cares about it. The inscriptions of other clinics are either a skillful way to rejuvenate or a life of life. No matter how bad it is, you have to make a living. But the inscriptions of this clinic are actually "Doctors to death". It sounds really scary. No wonder no one came to ask him to treat his illness.

In the evening, a man with dust came to the gate of the Medical Death Hall. After looking left and right for a while, he gritted his teeth and entered the gate. After entering the door, he was the hall of the clinic. The hall, which was not very spacious, was filled with herbs, clay pots and other debris, which looked messy and extremely crowded.

A middle-aged man with a slender figure, black hair and a good look was leaning against the counter and pretending to sleep. He looked up and saw a man full of dust and said calmly: "The guest official is full of dust and should have come from afar. Although he is wearing business and travel clothing, he has no business and travel atmosphere. He should have been dressed in Beijing by Qiao Zhuang. Looking at your cold breath and murderous eyes, he is clearly a military master. If you are not wrong, you must have come from the west, right?"

The man's face changed drastically when he heard this. He stepped back vigilantly and asked, "Would Mr. Wen Wucheng live here?"

The middle-aged man said oh and asked, "Is there anything to do with him?"

"Yes." The man responded and said again, "100,000 is urgent."

The middle-aged man then stood up, and leisurely dusted the dust on his body, and said, "I am the one who has no success in writing."

"Are you Mr. Wen?" The man's eyes lit up when he heard this and said loudly, "I'm going down the mountain, I'm indeed from the western province. I have something urgent to ask for a gentleman."

"Mountain Leopard?" The middle-aged man, Wen Wucheng, frowned slightly when he heard this, "We don't seem to know each other, right?"

Shanbao hurriedly took out a letter from his arms and said, "There is a secret letter from the military advisor here. Please check it out."

"Military advisor?" Wen Wucheng said in surprise, "Who is your military advisor?"

Shanbao replied: "Class..."

"Shh..."

Wen Wucheng's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly signaled Shan Bao to silence, then flashed to the clinic. He saw that there were no one on the left and right closing the door, and then took Shan Bao to the study room in the backyard and asked, "I have heard that Brother Qi has been involved in General Meng Hu's army for a long time. He didn't believe it very much, but now it seems that it is true. You should be General Meng Hu's subordinate, right?"

Shanbao nodded and said, "I dare not hide it from you, sir, and I am under General Meng Hu's command of Shanbao camp."

As he said that, Shan Bao handed the secret letter in his hand to Wen Wucheng. Wen Wucheng took the letter and asked casually: "If you are not wrong, General Shan Bao should be here to rescue General Meng Hu, right? Although General Meng Hu and I have never had a friendship, it seems that I cannot make trouble for this muddy water, but after all, I have had a relationship with Brother Qi after all, and I have also been kind to Brother Qi. This time, for my old friend, I have to sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman."

Shanbao clasped his fists and said, "Thank you sir."

Wen Wucheng stopped talking anymore. After carefully reading Qi Diaozi's secret letter, he thought for a moment and said, "However, this matter is not easy to deal with."

Shanbao's face changed drastically when he heard this. Just as his heart was about to sink into the Jiuyou Hell, Wen Wucheng continued to say: "But there is no way. At present, General Meng Hu is locked up in the circular arena in the south of the city. The arena is holding thousands of gladiators and barbarian slaves, with strict defense. With Meng Yan and Shi Miyuan's prudence, it is impossible not to send masters to the scene. Therefore, if you want to successfully rescue General Meng Hu, you have to help alone."

Shanbao looked bitter when he heard this and said sadly: "Sir, I don't know that my general has no old friends in Luojing City, and he offended many people last time he went to Beijing. If you want to say that there are probably many people who are planning the general's life, you may be willing to save my general, but there are only ones who are willing to take action to save my general."

"That may not be true." Wen Wucheng smiled and shook his head, "As far as I know, there is someone who is trying to rescue your general."

"Oh?" Shan Bao said anxiously when he heard this, "Who is this person? Is there such a person?"

"Of course there is." Wen Wuchengdao, "This person is the current Princess Chaoxia - Meng Yan!"
Chapter completed!