The Great Tang: World Martial God

Suzaku Avenue.

This originally bustling street has now been surrounded by colorful flags in the middle section of a temporary open space.

The two cases were placed in the open space a few steps away.

Several slaves and maids stood quietly behind the case with pens, ink, paper and inkstone in their hands.

Dozens of princes from powerful families formed a circle around the open space, and behind them were the golden guards who maintained order.

One by one stood with their backs to the children of the aristocratic family, and in front of them were the people of Datang who were standing next to each other.

These people of Datang had heard of the test, so they waited here long ago.

At this moment, these densely packed people seemed to be unable to drain the water surrounding the open space.

Those who came early had already chosen the front position to get a clear view of the situation in this open space.

Many people who came to hear the news fell in the end.

It is inevitable that some people are pushing and shoving, wanting to squeeze into the front row.

The human wall that is formed is like waves, ups and downs.

Jin Wuwei, on the chest of Hengji, yelled loudly from time to time.

"Keep your distance! Don't push."

However, it does not stop the curiosity of these clan.

Perhaps it is completely impossible to prevent these Datang citizens from caring about victory or defeat.

After all, this is a civil activity aimed at Tubo.

As a citizen of Datang, I naturally hope to see the picture of Datang Fang showing his power and crushing the Turkic prince.

Boom.

咚咚.

Drums sounded in the noise.

Li Hui slowly got up with the inspiring drumbeat and walked into the open space.

As they raised their hands, the people who were originally noisy gradually calmed down.

"Everyone, today is the battle between Datang and Tubo talents."

"In the small country of Tubo, I didn't know the shame to try to embarrass my Datang with the things of the north. It is ridiculous that an uncivilized barbarian tried to marry the Pearl of the Tang Dynasty."

"Today, I have the status of a scholar of Datang, and I will let Tubo see how talented I am in the Tang Dynasty. Please be your witness!"

At the moment when the national shame was mentioned, the grievances of the people of Datang were aroused in an instant.

The crowd boiled again, and everyone who had been calm became restless again.

A stocky man standing in the front row, with his hands on his chest, shouted with a thick throat.

"What is the Tubo black monkey? What heroes can come out of that barren land, and what else is it, just let him go back to Tubo."

The loud voice, like a big gong, spread throughout the audience in an instant.

All the people who provoke for a while laughed, and they all agreed.

"Yes, Li Gongzi is Chang'an's number one talented man. He is so talented and famous as Chang'an. Isn't it a piece of cake to deal with this person?"

"In my opinion, the Tubo people are arrogant and complacent. They think they can make a difference in that small place in Tubo, so they ignore other people."

"This competition is just the Tubo mayfly shaking the tree and taking its own humiliation!"

The room widow sitting in the front row said with a smile on his face listening to the useful words.

"That said, but Tubo does have a powerful role."

Cheng Chuliang next to her glanced at her forlorn love, and said slowly.

"Brother Fang, aren't you talking about Songtsan Gambo?"

The widow's wife did not reply, and nodded slightly.

Cheng Chuliang clutched his chin and stared at Fang Yiai, said.

"Brother Fang, are you worried?"

Fang Yiai laughed after hearing the words, patted Cheng Chuliang's shoulder and said.

"There are very few civil and military talents, let alone the barren land of Tubo?"

"What's more, this Tubo prince has never heard of it. If it is placed in the Great Tang where there are many talents, it is nothing more than ants."

After that, the two of them cast their eyes on the figure in the open space again.

Dressed in white, with a jade belt and a towel, holding a folding fan, under the sun, it seems that this figure exudes an endless fragrance of books.

Li Hui slowly waved his hand to stabilize everyone's verbal criticism, and said loudly.

"The Tubo barbarians, naturally, cannot be compared with Datang."

"However, the Tang Dynasty is a country of etiquette. Those who come are guests. We still have to have the etiquette we should have. As for verbal abuse, don't talk about it in the public."

After all, Li Hui walked a few steps back and forth, waving his folding fan, said.

"Today's competition is a round of literary and martial arts, with the final result to decide the winner."

Boom.

咚咚.

The second drumming sounded again as he spoke.

Only a quarter of an hour left before the agreed time.

Hearing the drums, Li Hui frowned slightly and looked around, but did not see the figure of the Tubo prince.

Some powerful clans also faintly became anxious, stood up, looked through the human wall, and looked into the distance.

Everyone reacted at this moment, and the prince of Tubo still hasn't appeared.

Some guesses gradually emerged from the crowd.

Standing in the front row, a thin and tall scholar-like person said puzzledly.

"Could it be that this Tubo was stage fright? Didn't you dare to take the written test?"

After the scholar's reminder, some people began to shout.

"Heh! What a shame, I arrogantly raised my bet at the time of the appointment, but now I am afraid."

"The Tubo children have no words. These barbarians don't know how to write the word promise."

"Hey! This person, didn't he escape all night, right?"

A word of you and me in the crowd made the huge open space noisy again after a short while.