On this day of the martial arts competition, the sea breeze was gentle like a girl's kiss, making people feel refreshed. Walking on the street, Safowan was still carrying a long cowhide bag on the ground, and still covering his face with a black gauze.

The difference is that today he is wearing a heavy Mamluk armor, which is less cold and more majestic.

Safowan rode a black horse given by Zhao Wuji. Looking at the beautifully-built competition venue, he was thinking about his own thoughts, especially Zhao Wuji's words who raised him.

"I gave you a chance to take revenge, but Fu Bo is my nephew, so from today on you will be the one who stole my horse and the dragon tooth saw, which is the enemy of the Zhao family! Safowan, if that's the case, are you still willing to do this?"

That day, after Safowan got the Dragon Teeth Saw and this black good horse, Zhao Wuji immediately said the above words to him.

"Yes, I understand what I should do!"

When Saffwan recalled the words at that time, he felt a little sad.

He did not regret his choice. If he could kill Zhao Fubo in the competition and avenge his team of brothers, then perhaps everything he had paid would be worth it.

Of course, he could guess another intention in Zhao Wuji's mind, kill Zhao Fubo, so that his son could become the master of the Zhao family in the future.

The Zhao family's affairs were not attractive to Suffolkan. At this moment, his attention was only on killing Zhao Fubo. After completing this task, his own movements were not important.

Therefore, although he was wearing a piece of armor, his heart was still bloody and cold.

This is much worse than the person he meets on the way.

Zhao Xu was wearing a silver-plated chain mail, and the heavy iron-leaf breastplate made him feel really uncomfortable.

He still has a large folding fan representing the elegant and elegant one, and he is surrounded by a lot of family members and servants.

As for his spear, although not as exaggerated as his Dragon Teeth Saw, it was also a spear of aristocratic family created according to the Song Dynasty. At this moment, he was carrying a few steps in the hands of the warrior, along with the big flag with the word Zhao.

Compared to the other people's formation, it is both grand and mighty. As for his ability... at least he has already received the letter and will never lose to his brother Zhao Fubo.

For this matter, Zhao Wuji quietly returned to Huangsha City.

As the owner of Jifeng Village, he shouldn't have appeared here, but for the sake of the future of his son and the Zhao family's west house, he had to appear here.

Zhao Wuji, who is now dressed as an Arab, looked up and down anxiously from the small door behind the viewing platform.

He could see that Sanniang was sitting near the city lord and appeared there as the master of the Zhao family. Shu Yuer was standing behind her with a few girls.

In front and behind him, there were officers of the city defense army, other wealthy families in Huangsha City, as well as some leading figures. In the stands on both sides of them, the people of Huangsha City were the people.

Below the stands is the competition field, and the fenced field is surrounded by a large round field in the middle, which is the venue for fighting immediately. There are two longer square fields on the side, one is used to compare steps to shoot arrows, and the other is the skill of riding and shooting.

A little further away, smaller ones lined up in a long line of empty fields, where short weapons were fighting. Outside these empty fields that had not started the competition, there were crowds of people wearing all kinds of armor who signed up for the competition.

There Zhao Wuji saw the thorn in his eyes and the thorn in his flesh, which was also the reason why he had to leave Jifengzhuang - Zhao Fubo.

But when he saw Zhao Fubo and Muke beside him, he couldn't help but get angry when he saw the armor they were wearing.

Then there was no Arab armor. Even when the helmet on his head covered Zhao Fubo's curly black hair, it seemed like Yang Zaixing was reborn and Yue's family was alive.

"This... this little bastard... was it the funding given to him by the owner of the Shu?"

Zhao Wuji looked at Zhao Fubo and Muke not only wearing the Great Song armor, but also not even holding a spear in his hands, but the spear of the Great Song Dynasty was vividly revealed.

When he thought of Shu Yuer's father, Shu Baian, the owner of Ruiyuzhuang, supporting Zhao Fubo behind his back, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Okay, Old Shu, if it weren't for you... If you did this now, one day, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Just as Zhao Wuji was angry, the person he sent to invite had already arrived not far away. Although his very fluent Chinese language was a bit Arabic, it could be regarded as a regular word.

"Oh, Master Zhao is back, why don't you notify me? If you know, you must have to greet you with me!"

Before the person arrived, the voice came to Zhao Wuji with the wind.

This is a tall and majestic general. The outside of the golden chain mail is decorated with gems to create a gorgeous plate-shaped breastplate.

When he spoke, he was loud and loud with the overlord. He was Abdul Martini's father, Lord Kailimu. When he came to Zao Wuji, he patted his shoulder and looked extremely intimate.

"Oh, don't mention it. When you come back to watch the game, you have to be quietly and have to carry your family on your back. My City Lord, don't be too loud, otherwise..."

Abdul Martini, who was following the Lord of Kailimu, bowed to Zhao Wuji, but he felt a little dissatisfied.

"This owner Zhao looks a bit stern, but his young master..."

Lord Kailimu looked back at Sanniang who could not move, and shrugged Zhao Wuji.

"Look at my master Zhao Da Manor you mentioned, who doesn't know your status in the Zhao family? Sanniang will definitely give you this little face. And aren't there any brothers there? I don't think Sanniang will refute this little bit of face. Even if he sees it, you will push it to me and say I have to let you come!"

Facing the generous City Lord Kailimu, Zhao Wuji could only smile bitterly. He didn't know that this City Lord Kailimu seemed generous but was actually smart, which made people worry!

After a moment of speech, he had already expressed his reason why he did not dare to show up in front of everyone.

"Oh, let's forget it, save trouble. In fact, I'm here for something to discuss with you this time. I wonder if you have time, my Lord Kailimu City!"

Kailim looked around and winked at his son Abdul Martini, who was following him, and then took Zhao Wuji's hand intimately to a small room behind.

"What are the main instructions of Zhao Zhuang? I'll send someone a word. Can Old Kailimu not do it for you? You are using your... like this...haha..."

Facing the ridicule in the words of Lord Kailimu, Zhao Wuji could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

"Oh, you don't know. Our Zhao family has such a rule. Children compete in March. In the past, my dog ​​and his brother won every competition. But if this competition in Huangsha City loses, this face..."

It would be fine if Kailimu didn't hear Zhao Wuji mention his son, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"Hmph, your son is so proud. I want to ask for a meeting and please come tomorrow, hum..."

Although I snorted coldly in my heart, I couldn't turn my face until the internal strife of the Zhao family had a result. So the enthusiastic smile on my face did not diminish at all, but I asked another thing.

"Well, this... Master Zhao, you know, there are many heroes from outside the city this time. They are not as easy as those in Huangsha City!"

Of course, Zhao Wuji knew that this matter was not achieved by emotions alone, and he looked like he knew it completely.

"Of course, of course, your lord, as long as you can take care of one or two, what else will there be? I only ask for two things. One is that they can play with each other and don't get hurt. The other is that it's better not to make them meet. You know, both brothers are young and competitive, and it's not good to be friendly if they are hurt!"

The Lord of Kailimu nodded pretending to behave and immediately guessed the Zhao family's struggle.

According to the information provided by his son Abdul Martini, the helpless Zhao Fubo must have been suppressed in the competition, and Zhao Xu was originally stronger in terms of literary affairs.

"So you are afraid that your usual cheating will be exposed...but this matter..."

The face of Lord Kailimu showed a look of embarrassment. He did not want money, but based on what his son said, Zhao Fubo and his ordinary people might achieve great things in the future.

At least a few days ago, Zhao Fubo and Mukli fought against Emin and Bassel, and they would be defeated by two fifteen-year-old kids.

The City Lord Kailimu, who was not very convinced, once asked his two subordinates, and the two honest guys were sure that they did not let the water go at all.

"If you can even beat these two beasts, then I'm afraid that Master Zhao's competition will not be easy to win..."

"Hehe... Lord Kaimuli City, my brother, I'm asking you for this matter. As long as you are willing to help, I believe that our problem is definitely not a problem!"

Kaimuli silently calculated in his stomach, and looked at what Zhao Wuji had to hold the wallet of Jindingar, and he nodded.

"Will this happen, I will divide the son-in-law and his brother into different groups. In addition, I will also separate those experts. In this way, I think your son-in-law and nephew will be much safer and will not meet very often. What do you think?"

Of course, Zhao Wuji knew that the other party would not fully satisfy his wishes. Although this did not guarantee that his son would win, if he added the person who was eager to take revenge he arranged, or Zhao Fubo would not be very likely to win!

"Okay, that's it. The whole thing is that the Lord of Kaimuli has to worry. If you go to my Qifeng Village, you can have a good time reminiscing about the past!"

Kaimuli knew the reason, but he looked reluctant to leave his face.

"Why, you're leaving now, don't stay for a while? At least it's not too late to leave after watching the game!"

Zhao Wuji got things done, so naturally the less you stayed in this place of trouble, the better. He immediately left without caring about the retention of the Lord of Kaimuli.
Chapter completed!