The Great Tang: World Martial God

The crowd was surging, and the voices were everywhere.

The prince of Tubo narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp eyes wandering among the crowd.

After a while, a particularly calm voice slowly uttered out.

"I won't compete with you."

The sound is not loud, but very abrupt.

A sneer appeared on Li Hui's face and slowly his right arm.

The people behind gradually fell silent, staring at the two people on the court.

Li Hui walked with his deputy, walking back and forth two steps, squinting at the prince of Tubo, and said.

"If your Excellency can't afford to lose, what face is there to stay in my Datang, and what face is there to mention the marriage?"

Having said that, Li Hui slowly stopped, a cold light shot in his eyes, staring at the Tubo prince.

"Do you think you are worthy?"

An invisible coercion slowly radiated from Li Hui.

The Tubo prince stood with his head high and met that cold gaze, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

Lu Anzan saw the two young men confronting each other like this, and listened to these words.

This Li Hui came out in an instant, and he was afraid that he was also one of the admirers of Princess Changle.

The scorching sun reflected on that jade surface, and the fluttering skirt of the clothes had a smell of jade trees facing the wind.

Gifted and beautiful!

Without the intervention of the Tubo prince, perhaps, this Li Hui is really one of the most powerful competitors.

Lu Anzan slowly stepped forward and looked at Li Huidao.

"Datang is a country of etiquette. It's inevitable that it's not proper to test like this as Young Master Li, right?"

Lu Anzan had long heard of Li Hui's talent, but he knew very well about the Tubo prince himself.

Reading poems and books at the age of three, he began to practice martial arts at the age of five. Although he was born in poverty, he made his mark on the huge Qinghai-Tibet plateau at the age of ten.

It was also at that time that the current Khan's father was poisoned, and Songtsen Gambo, who was only fifteen years old, began to take over the tribe.

In the same year, he began to bring this young man into his own subordinates.

After ten years old, the Tubo prince began to get in touch with the poetry, skills, and humanities of the Tang Dynasty.

Lu Anzan is full of confidence, and the Tubo prince and Li Hui may not necessarily lose in the competition.

Li Hui heard Lu Anzan's meaning and said.

"How difficult is this."

After that, he slowly stepped forward, staring at the dark young cheek, and said solemnly.

"In that case, how about I write a battle book?"

Hearing this, the Tubo prince raised his eyebrows and said.

"It's so good!"

One is a celebrity who has become famous in Tubo for a hundred years since he was a child.

The other is the royal family who is immersed in the scholarly family, and the son of the county king who is known as the number one talented scholar in Chang'an.

The two of them set up a battle book in this yard.

Li Hui arched his hands.

"When I apply tomorrow, I will be waiting for you on Suzaku Street."

The breeze rolled up the corners of the Tubo prince's clothes, and a conceited expression on the young face responded.

"A word is settled!"

Gradually, a gleam of light appeared in those deep eyes, and a sneer was pulled up on his generous lips, said.

"Since it's a game book competition, the stakes must not be too small. If it's not the case, it doesn't matter."

The figure that Li Huizhen was about to turn around was suffocated, slightly surprised, and slowly turned his head.

The dark man in front of him was plain, and even his rough cheeks gave people the feeling of a stupid countryman.

Want to increase the weight unexpectedly.

At this moment, Li Hui was in a trance, as if the man in front of him was not as vulnerable as he imagined.

Depressing his doubts, Li Hui said with a playful smile on his face.

"This is natural."

Before Li Hui could speak, the Tubo prince said first.

"If Datang wins, a few of us can return, and the marriage relationship will be eliminated."

"but."

The prince of Tubo looked at Li Hui up and down, said.

"If Datang loses, you, on the day I marry the princess, come here to be the pawn! Lead me the horse yourself!"

As soon as the words fell, the people outside the palace shoved and screamed, as if they were about to rush to beat the Tubo mission.

"What kind of thing are you, Li Gongzi led you a horse, do you really think you can win?"

"Foolish dreams! Actually fantasizing about winning."

"Hurry up and try, let these barbarians get out of Datang earlier!"

Li Hui didn't know how to do it, and slowly beckoned to signal the crowd to calm down.

Looking around behind the Tubo prince, the envoys looked like they were holding the winning ticket, and finally their eyes fell on the face of the Tubo prince again, and Li Hui replied happily.

"Okay! I agree."

After all, Li Hui took a step forward, stood beside the Tubo prince, leaned forward, and said.

"Enjoy the last meal in Datang, so that you won't be able to eat it again."

After that, Li Hui slowly turned around, stopped looking at the Tubo group, and walked straight to the carriage.

As if a victory had been won, a burst of cheers broke out from the crowd, and Li Hui got into the carriage surrounded by him.

The horseshoe fluttered and drove quickly away from Honghe Temple.

Li Hui in the carriage opened the curtains on both sides of the carriage and looked back.

Countless literati also gradually left the Hongyou Temple, rushing to publicize tomorrow's contest on the street.

Li Hui slowly lowered the curtain, thinking of what he had done, and a hint of joy was lifted in his heart.

"Datang! With this tone, let me, Li Hui, win it back for you!"