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Chapter 123: Warriors Coming to the Arena

The cheers sounded again with the second fall of the Tianzhu King.

This time there was no hesitation or hesitation.

This is still not a wonderful duel, but everyone present clearly understood that in front of Luo Shixin's overwhelming power. The difference in strength is so big that unless Luo Shixin deliberately lets the water go, he will never be able to achieve a even-match scene.

The civil and military officials of the Tang Dynasty cheered for the bravery of their country. While the Lingnan envoys cheered, they all secretly thanked that they had made the right placeholder. Those foreign nations other than Tuyuhun cheered gloating and laughed at Tuyuhun overestimating their abilities. They also saw the true strength of the powerful generals of the Tang Dynasty and felt sad.

The only thing that cannot be laughed at is the Tuyuhun envoy group, using fists to fists, without any fancyness. Luo Shixin's two fists directly hit the hand of the King of Waste Heavenly Pillar. This is a real gap in strength, and there is no excuse to find.

The messenger of Tuyuhun was stunned. The number one warrior in Tuyuhun lost completely and was very happy. What else could he say?

The King of Tianzhu had a dull expression, looking at his hands that could no longer be held in disbelief, and could clearly feel the signs of a broken bone.

I couldn't say a word. I thought of the story of the frog in the well that I heard from the Central Plains when I was a child. It was not until today that he realized that the frog in the well was talking about him.

"Don't forget our bet!" Luo Shixin threw down his words and bowed to Li Yuan and returned to the seat.

Li Shentong, who was sitting in the head, gave him a thumbs up, filled him with a glass of wine and toasted him. They usually had no intersection, but today Luo Shixin showed the power of the Tang Dynasty. As a member of his colleague, the Tang Dynasty, he sincerely congratulated him.

Luo Shixin responded happily and drank the wine in the glass. In the eyes of others, he was happy because he had won the Tianzhu King. Only he knew that winning the Tianzhu King was natural, and there was nothing to be happy about. The reason why he was happy was to get a black slave.

Although the King of Tianzhu showed an expression that the black slave's martial arts were not as good as his, Luo Shixin could see that the black slave's martial arts were much better than that of the King of Tianzhu, and it was very shaped. It was worth cultivating. As for the reason why the King of Tianzhu had such confidence, it is unknown.

King Tianzhu returned to the seat without saying a word.

The Tuyuhun envoy stood on one side like an ugly duckling, and stepped forward and bowed and sighed, "The foreign ministers are not capable of overestimating their abilities. They want to use the mantis arm to chariots to make a laugh. I hope His Majesty the Emperor of Tang forgives his crime."

Li Yuan smiled with great satisfaction and said, "It's okay, you are a martial artist in Tuyuhun. My Tang Dynasty also dominated the world with martial arts. The two sides competed and exchanged. There are common things, so there is no need to worry about them."

The Tuyuhun envoy bowed again and said, "I hope His Majesty the Emperor of Tang will tell the general's name. Foreign ministers are very respectful. They should be the most brave general in the Tang Dynasty!"

"His name is Luo Shixin. He is the general of the Right Guard of the Tang Dynasty, my confidant general! As for..." Li Yuan said here, he was a little hesitant. Although there is no second in martial arts, he can tell by just a comparison of real swords and guns. However, the allusion of two peaches killing three soldiers has been passed down through the ages. He did not recommend that several tiger generals under his command fight for the title of first place. This question is really hard to answer.

Luo Shixin stood up and smiled and said, "The messenger looks down on me, Luo Shixin, I have many talents in the Tang Dynasty. I dare not be the first brave general. At least in Chang'an, there are two people who can teach me the same level as me."

The Tuyuhun messenger took a deep breath, stopped talking, and retreated in panic.

Luo Shixin did not name who the two were, but Li Tang and Wenwu were sitting there, knew in his heart that he was talking about Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde. Their heroic reputations have long been revealed with their deeds and are known to the world.

This also annoyed a person, Li Yuanji, the King of Qi of the Tang Dynasty.

Li Yuanji was drinking depressedly, drinking one cup after another. He didn't like Luo Shixin at all, so he even thought it was his fault for breathing. Now that he has such a perfect and outstanding performance, it is that he has made mistakes.

Originally, Li Yuanji had made a complete plan, and he wanted to find an appropriate reason to challenge Luo Shixin and defeat him legitimately in front of everyone.

This New Year's Day ceremony was the best place in his mind. He knew that Li Yuan was suffering from anger and could not hold on until the end of the banquet. At a certain time, he would hand over the banquet to Li Jiancheng and go down to rest by himself.

And he could imitate Xiang Zhuang's sword dance at that time, forcing Luo Shixin to compete with him on the grounds of lack of opponents, and then defeat him in full view of everyone, making his reputation known to the world that Luo Shixin is much inferior to him, Li Yuanji.

However, the Tuyuhun envoy suddenly thrust his legs. Luo Shixin showed his power to save people and fight tigers first, and then crushed Tuyuhun's number one general, Tianzhu Wang, with an absolute advantage. The courage he showed made Li Yuanji feel nervous. He found that he did not dare to implement it according to the original plan.

Although he was unwilling to admit it, he had to admit it: Luo Shixin's performance had already made him lose the confidence he had found from Yuchi Gong.

That feeling made the arrogant Li Yuanji feel depressed and could only drink one cup by one.

After the highlight of Luo Shixin, the next performance became a bit boring.

Li Yuan said goodbye first, and Li Jiancheng took over the banquet. With his funny conversation, a small "gaochao" came to the banquet until the sun sets, and the guests and hosts parted happily.

Luo Shixin asked the place where the black slave was going and learned that he had been sent to the Imperial Medical Office because of excessive blood loss, so he went to the Imperial Medical Office.

The Imperial Medical Office is outside the imperial city. The generals often suffer from some trauma and sprain in training, so they often come to the Imperial Medical Office for medicine.

Although Luo Shixin had not been here in person, he knew the general direction.

When he arrived at the Imperial Medical Office, Luo Shixin showed the token of General Xiaowei, entered the Imperial Medical Office without any obstacles, and came to the room where the black slaves were recuperating.

In the medical room, the black slave was lying straight on the bed, and a pair of dark big feet were raising the end of the bed.

Ancient people were generally tall, but most of them were around 1.89 meters. Black slaves were probably about two meters apart. The length of this bed was not as high as his height.

Seeing Luo Shixin come in, the black slave's lantern-like eyes were moved. He moved to the ground to pay homage.

Luo Shixin hurried forward to stop him.

The doctor in the room also had a dark face and scolded the black slave. He spoke Xianbei language, and Luo Shixin couldn't understand what he said.

However, the black slave honestly stopped moving and turned to Luo Shixin and said a lot of information.

Luo Shixin looked at the doctor in a daze.

The doctor's name is Qiu Quan, and he was arranged here because he is proficient in Xianbei language. The translator said: "He said he wants to keep his legs so that he can work hard for the general in the future."

Luo Shixin first asked Qiu Quan to tell him what to say about Xianbei Yu, who was recuperating well, and then personally asked the black slaves to recuperate well.

The black slave nodded vigorously. Although the language was not understood, this action was common to the world.

Luo Shixin asked about the black slave's injuries.

Qiu Quan said angrily: "Those barbarians are really not things. Even slaves, they would not be treated like this. Black slaves should not adapt to the environment and have some fever and physical strength. In this case, they still let him fight with tigers. Isn't it his life? They had a minor illness, but now they have excessive blood loss and their physical fitness has declined. The fever becomes serious and it will not be cured in less than half a month. Only people like him can do this. Ordinary people probably have more than a month."

Luo Shixin learned about the situation and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as there was no life-threatening situation, everything would be easy. He was curious about the origin of the black slave, so he pulled Qiu Quan to chat with the black slave.

After this chat, Luo Shixin immediately noticed a new world.

It turns out that black slaves came from the distant Western Byzantine Empire, which was the Eastern Roman Empire, which split from Rome and was a great country located in the West. They retained the tradition of ancient Rome and made fun of fighting beasts. Black slaves were slaves in the Roman arena, and they relied on killing beasts such as lions, tigers, bears, and leopards to please the Byzantine nobles.

However, with the rise of the Arab Empire, many lands of the Byzantine Empire were occupied, and slaves in the extremely brave arena had to fight. But the slaves hated the Byzantines, who were willing to work hard for them and escaped together.

The black slave was abducted to Byzantium when he was a child. He didn't know the way home. He just knew that his home was in the place where the sun rose in the east, so he kept walking east, passing through Arabia and coming to the Western Regions.

After hard work in the Colosseum, he honed the iron will of the black slave and his extremely tenacious survival ability, and actually survived. He walked to Tuyuhun and met the Western Regions horse thieves with the caravan.

Almost all the people in the caravan were dead, and the black slaves were outnumbered. At this time, the King of Tianzhu led his troops to rescue the black slaves in disguise.

Seeing that the black slave was brave and powerful, King Tianzhu deceived him and stayed in Tuyuhun.

Luo Shixin heard the reason and gave a pitiful look at the black slave. This guy was abducted to Byzantium at the age of five, and then received training to join the beast day and night. He didn't think about what he would do, and his IQ was equivalent to a negative number. Because I remember that my home was walking east where the sun rose in the east, because of the simple fooling, because of the Tianzhu King who could take care of him every day, he would steadily serve as a slave to the Tianzhu King...

really……

Luo Shixin didn't know what to describe it.

However, after hearing this, Luo Shixin also understood why the King of Tianzhu is so confident that he can beat the black slaves.

The black slave's martial arts come from fighting against wild beasts. Each move will not leave any room for anything. It will not be the enemy will die. He regards the king of Tianzhu as his master, so he will naturally not kill the king of Tianzhu.

If the two want to compete, the black slave cannot achieve 50% of his ability, so it is natural that he will lose to the King of Tianzhu.

"Are you tell me how the Arab Empire is? Is it very powerful?" Luo Shixin was not a history study. He still had some understanding of China's history and didn't know anything about the West. However, he remembered that when the Tang Dynasty was in Li Longji, he seemed to have fought with the Arab Empire, and it seemed that he had lost. He was all curious.

The black slave thought for a while and replied: "The Arab Empire is very strong!"

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