Lost Biao's Legendary Life

The entrance passage was long and narrow, with poor lighting.

Zhang Biao's silhouette was now blurry in Fang Zheng's eyes, the only thing clearly visible being that heavy, glowing red broadsword.

Seeing the moment had come, Fang Zheng decisively commanded: "Light the fire!"

Then two people appeared behind him holding torches.

They lightly touched the ground!

Two flames suddenly ignited, illuminating the tunnel, and rushed through it with extreme speed!

At this moment in the square, Chilie stood holding his spear, staring at the position where Zhang Biao would enter.

The audience was silent, also waiting for Zhang Biao's entrance.

Suddenly, two "fire dragons" shot out from the entrance, extending nearly ten rods before finally stopping!

They had actually formed a road outlined by fierce flames!

The spectators in the stands immediately became agitated!

Five hundred women with the loudest voices in Taoyuan County excitedly pulled out waist drums and unfurled banners.

Under the astonished gazes of surrounding people, they began to beat the drums without restraint.

Luo Ningxin was also sitting among the crowd, with Sister Chun beside her, though looking much thinner.

When the flames ignited, Sister Chun excitedly grabbed Luo Ningxin's hand, exclaiming: "Look quickly, Brother Biao is coming out!"

Luo Ningxin's hand hurt from the grip, and she stared at Sister Chun with annoyance: "Sister Chun, Zhang Biao hasn't come to see you since he returned, why are you so excited?"

"You're still young, you don't understand!"

"........"

Sister Chun glanced at her: "You're one to talk. Doesn't Lord Fang write to you every day saying how much he loves you, so why are you working as a maid in his mansion?"

Luo Ningxin's face flushed with embarrassment: "I'm not a maid!"

Sister Chun snorted disdainfully: "Tsk! Who cares what you are! With your face, can't you win over a man?"

"Lord Fang has written you so many letters, which means he's interested in you."

Interested? What a joke! This man is nothing but a big liar!

Luo Ningxin's face was filled with indignation.

Sister Chun continued muttering: "You think you're still at Hidden Fragrance Pavilion where men fight to see you?"

"If you don't want to be a maid for the rest of your life, then be more proactive!"

"How proactive?" Luo Ningxin was a bit confused. Since her debut, she had always maintained an aloof demeanor, at most accompanying people by playing the zither or drinking tea.

Who wouldn't be polite when meeting her? Even the most lecherous men maintained their composure in front of her.

As for Fang Zheng, she had already taken the initiative with him, but the result was either him running away or talking nonsense. How could she be more proactive?

"Yes! Just like other sisters, throw yourself at him!"

"After you secure him, introduce Brother Biao to me."

Luo Ningxin: "........."

In the stands, Emperor Jing's eyes were fixed on the two fire trails, watching as they began to emit rolling black smoke after ignition.

The crimson flames combined with the continuously spreading black smoke... looking toward the entrance emitting a dark red glow, it mysteriously added a sense of power and evil!

Although the person hadn't arrived yet, the overwhelming pressure was already palpable!

Fire oil... but why is the black smoke so thick?

Emperor Jing smiled, though the fight hadn't begun, but judging by the entrance style, face had already been maximized!

The civil and military officials also felt a sense of satisfaction.

This Fang Zheng lad had always been good at creating a spectacle! This time it was put to proper use!

At this moment, Fang Zheng and his attendants had already moved from the tunnel to the audience stands, though not to Emperor Jing's side, but to the broadcasting room... the view was best from here, and it was also convenient to discreetly signal to people below.

Seeing the reactions of everyone in the arena, the artistic director Fang felt pleased.

The fire oil had been secretly poured on the ground by the performance team as they exited.

But the reason for such thick black smoke was mainly due to the large amount of sesame oil mixed in.

Now... this was just the appetizer!

Fang Zheng took out a fifty-tael silver note from his sleeve, slapped it into the host's hand, and handed over a telescope.

"Narrate well! Don't be constrained by the script! Build up the momentum!"

"Do a good job, and there will be plenty of rewards!"

Seeing the silver note, the host immediately broke into a smile.

Then he picked up the telescope and examined it. Although he didn't know what it was, he had seen Xie Xian use it earlier.

The function of this object was obviously for viewing things.

Putting the telescope to his eye, the host was immediately surprised and exclaimed: "My lord! Small, small! How did this person become so small!"

"You're holding it backwards!" Fang Zheng reached out to help him turn the telescope around.

"Ah, so big!"

The host couldn't help but marvel, turning his gaze toward Zhang Biao's entrance position.

At the entrance, flames danced and black smoke scattered!

Zhang Biao dragged the red-hot iron sword, his body glistening with oil, slowly advancing as the iron sword continuously sparked...

His gaze was resolute, fixed on Chilie, and with that ghost-like face, he resembled a killing god crawling out from hell!

This terrifying scene caused the host's breathing to suddenly halt... for a moment, he was speechless!

Fang Zheng saw that Zhang Biao's head was showing, but the host still hadn't said anything, so he hurriedly urged: "Quickly! Say something!"

"I'll... I'll speak..." The host took two deep breaths before finally recovering.

"He! At ten years old, he studied under the Ten Great Martial Artists, Wu Wudi! Knife, spear, sword, halberd, staff, fist, palm, leg, finger, claw, he mastered them all!"

"At twenty, he studied under Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai! Learning the sword for one year! He defeated all heroes, and none could match him!"

"At twenty-two, he went alone to the Island of Gallants..."

As the host spoke, the band began to play with a roar!

A spirited, chivalrous melody of "A Man Should Strengthen Himself" began playing in the arena.

At the same time, spectators in the highest tier began to take out small mirrors.

Numerous glass mirrors with excellent reflective effects gathered beams of sunlight.

All the sunlight was reflected onto Zhang Biao!

Combined with his body covered in lard... his entire body shone with golden light!!

At this moment, Zhang Biao successfully transformed from a demon to a god.

He walked slowly in the arena, like a deity descending to earth!

The hearts of all spectators were gripped by this both divine and eerie scene!

Even Emperor Jing completely lost his composure, watching Zhang Biao's iron sword spark on the ground, he couldn't help swallowing.

What divine weapon is that? Such a thing, even I have never heard of? Could it be a new auspicious omen?

Li Yuanzhao beside him had a flushed face, excited beyond control!

Impressive! So impressive!

It had to be old Fang, compared to the tiger and leopard garden and other such things he played with seemed like garbage!

Why does that sword glow and spark? Zhang Biao had such a treasure and I never knew??

At this time, the most composed were actually the civil and military officials.

The vast majority who had seen Chilie didn't believe in their hearts that Zhang Biao could win... but seeing this scene, they were thoroughly reassured!

How could a martial artist defeat a cultivator? What could he possibly use to win?!

The host was also infected by the atmosphere in the arena, his emotions gradually becoming excited!

"As his years increased! At twenty-five, there was no enemy in the world he could not defeat!"

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