I open a restaurant in the martial arts world

Chapter 919 The Dream of Salted Fish

As the old saying goes, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good cook.

The black-faced monk ranked third on the Jianghu Youth Heroes list. He dreamed that one day he would hold his head high and stand at the top of the list.

No matter what the list is, whenever someone mentions it, the first thing to mention must be the top of the list.

This is like the imperial examinations in the past dynasties. Of course, the most memorable one is the champion selected by the emperor's old son in the palace examination.

As for No. [-] and Tanhua, who are a little behind, it can't be said that no one pays attention to it, but compared to wearing a red robe, riding a tall horse, and bragging about officials in the Royal Street, it is always a little less interesting, right?

In the same way, if it is not a warrior who is familiar with him, how many people can remember the names of the other 49 people on the list of young heroes in the whole rivers and lakes besides the most dazzling top?Even if this person ranks third on the list.

The reason why it is better to be a chicken head than a phoenix tail is probably derived from this.

Such a thing is really depressing to say the least.

Just like the black-faced monk who ranked third on the Jianghu Youth Heroes List, he felt that he was only one step away from the top position on the list. He knew that compared with Xu Yang, his level of strength was still somewhat behind, so he didn't want to fight for it. , There is always something unwilling in my heart.

Zi once said, if a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?
If you don't try it, how will you know if you can succeed?
Anyway, the ranking is behind the opponent, and it is not a shame to lose. If you win by chance, wouldn't it be a big profit?

With such thoughts in mind, the black-faced monk with a hint of excitement on his face kept cheering himself up.

Come on, black face, you can do it!
Seeing this scene, Xu Yang, who had just jumped onto the ring, laughed knowingly.

The guy in front of him is obviously a child who has never been beaten by society.

The best way to make such a child mature as soon as possible is to slap the other person's face repeatedly until he understands that this society is dangerous.

As a promising young man in the new era who is willing to help others, Xu Yang thinks so and does so.

Hearing the referee's order, Xu Yang, who wanted to teach the opponent to be a man, immediately swung his knife and slashed at the opponent like a dragon going out to sea.

Since he wanted this black-faced monk to mature as soon as possible, there was no need to engage in those vain tricks.

Just get started, and just get caught and beaten.

Hurry up, Xu Yang's moves are really quick.

Even though he had watched Xu Yang's match before, when he stood on the ring in person, the black-faced monk could clearly feel that the opponent was attacking like a gust of wind, a little faster than he imagined.

Now that the battle has already started, the black-faced monk can't think too much.

A phantom kitchen knife slashed across the air, and it was about to hit his face. The black-faced monk with a slightly changed face hurriedly took half a step back. At the same time, he quickly raised the Yanling knife in his hand. .

"Ding……"

The kitchen knife and the Yanling knife slammed into each other heavily, causing a burst of sparks.

Of course, the black-faced monk at this time didn't pay attention to the sparks produced by the collision of weapons at all.

Seeing that the opponent rolled up a wave of swords again, his mouth was slightly numb, and without saying a word, he immediately jumped back.

Thief servant bird, the boy in front of him is not very old, but the strength in his hands is really not small.

Originally holding the Yanling Saber, he wanted to have more head-to-head confrontations with the other party, so as to show that he, a black-faced monk, was not a softie.

It's a pity that after only taking such a move, the tiger's mouth was already a little numb.

If it continues like this, it won't be long before his right hand may not even be able to hold the handle of the knife.

A hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses, even if it's just for the sake of his own face, he can't fight the opponent like this again.

Xu Yang didn't care what the black-faced monk was thinking, as soon as the other party retreated, he immediately swung his knife and forced him forward.

The arena is only that big, if you have the skills, you can jump directly into the arena.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!
The shadow of the knife that followed like a shadow continued to sweep towards the opponent, and as the black-faced monk retreated step by step, the wave of the knife that Xu Yang swung was like a huge wave in a strong wind, and each wave was stronger than the next.

No, after more than ten moves, the black-faced monk who was forced to retreat by Xu Yang was only three or four feet away from the edge of the ring.

At this moment, the black-faced monk's back was wet and his face was full of bitterness. He no longer expected that he could create any miracles. He just wanted to delay as long as possible so that his defeat would not be so ugly.

So far, Xu Yang's beating education has been quite successful.

From being eager to try before the match to crying without tears now, Xu Yang only used a dozen moves to let the black-faced monk see a fact clearly.

Between No.3 and No.1, there is only a difference of two places, but the gap between him and Xu Yang is almost separated by a natural moat.

When it comes to this match specifically, he doesn't think he sees even the slightest chance of winning.

Therefore, even the black-faced monk who ranked third on the list of young heroes in the Jianghu, gritted his teeth and struggled there.

In the No.20 move between the two sides, even his weapon had been knocked off, so he could only swallow the bitter fruit of this fiasco in the end.

"The eighth round of the game is over, and the score between the two sides is four to four!"

The referee's voice was incomparably loud, and the group of Jinshan Temple disciples standing under the ring watching the battle had fallen into silence.

Although before the start of the game, they had already thought that Hei Lian would lose, but these guys did not expect that Hei Lian, who was ranked third on the Jianghu Youth Heroes List, was defeated so simply and neatly after only 21 moves. .

At the same time, the disciples of the Longevity Villa who came to watch the battle turned blue with anger.

You know, the conflict between them and Xu Yang has reached the point of irreconcilability.

Therefore, even if the match in front of them had nothing to do with them, the better Xu Yang performed in the ring, the more depressed they felt.

As for the other spectators standing around the arena, they don't have a gap with Xu Yang like Wanshou Villa.

To be precise, most of the people who came here to watch this match were old friends from Canglongmen.

Before that, they who hadn't been eliminated still had some competitive relationship with Canglongmen.

But now, the dust has basically settled, and those who were eliminated will go back to their respective homes and find their own mothers.

Therefore, Xu Yang did such a good job, they naturally would not hesitate to give their applause to this young guy from Canglongmen.

(End of this chapter)