Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Chapter 21 The sword is presented to the beauty

Everyone was stunned at the same place, pressed on their seats by this exaggerated scene, and forgot to move.

Like a thunderbolt on the ground, it exploded with a bang.

The thunder was not very loud, but it echoed on the beams in the front hall, or on some people's faces.

This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

Last breath.

Those who don't know Chen Yanjun's strength are all guessing how Mr. Zhang will use his strength to slowly humiliate him, instead of tearing his face and seriously injuring ordinary people.

Those who knew part of Chen Yanjun's strength were guessing how he could use his physical skills to hold on in front of the cultivators, and fight for a long time to find a good opportunity.

And Zhang Wei himself was thinking about how to restrain his spiritual power, so as not to kill someone by mistake, or hurt the tables and chairs in the hall and the six boxes of betrothal gifts.

Now, he was lying on the ground, his limbs were twitching, and he was thinking about this question while foaming at the mouth...

It was like a cold wind blowing over a glacier.

The air in the front hall froze.

Before that, Chen Yanjun carefully and carefully stuffed the deed into his arms, as if giving off a weak air of a scholar who was afraid of being beaten to death.

However, when he turned around, he punched Mr. Zhang's belly as huge as a whale...

In a daze, everyone didn't even see Chen Yanjun's fist movement clearly.

The sound of the punch was not loud, but there were ripples on his stomach.

This punch looked like a sneak attack, but in fact it was extremely casual, smooth and smooth, and it was done in one go.

Even Zhang Wei himself didn't see the punch clearly.

It's not that he can't avoid it, he just feels that as a ninth-grade Confucian teacher, he can let a mortal punch him first, and then he will have the pleasure of humiliating him with a backhand.

After being punched, he didn't feel too much pain.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to fight back, he realized that his entire right arm was shaking...

Immediately afterwards, the internal organs were like an overturned vinegar jar, and the whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Immediately there was a buzzing in his head, foaming at the mouth, his limbs twitched, and he collapsed on the ground.

The audience was completely silent, and the sound of punches and falling to the ground echoed on the beam.

"Vill!"

Zhang's mother was so frightened that she couldn't believe the facts in front of her. She was stunned for a long time before rushing over.

As a result, this pounce was extremely loud and caused a second blow to Mr. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang kept a straight face and shouted sharply:

"Why are you nervous, it's just a convulsion!"

Immediately, he threw a ochre-red elixir and asked Mother Zhang to feed it to his grandson.

The old lady's face was black as ink, she stared at Chen Yanjun, and looked him up and down.

As a sixth-rank Zen master, she vaguely sensed that the young man was in a good state of mind, but she didn't understand why his physical skills were so powerful?
Could it be that Mrs. Cui found a piece of uncut jade a long time ago, so she made offerings to it?
Chen Yanjun also looked at Mr. Zhang, and after confirming that he was fine, he clasped his fists politely and said:

"Assignment."

This punch disrupted all the plans of the Zhang family. It was not very harmful but extremely insulting.

Chen Yanjun admitted that this punch was part of a sneak attack.

The other party was indeed careless and did not flash.

One punch hit a sudden sex!
Of course, Chen Yanjun felt that even if he really opened up his stance to fight, with Mr. Zhang's body size, he didn't need to count on physical skills, and every fight was accurate.

Confucianism needs to be chanted, uttering Confucian words to transform Qi, and the speed of singing and transforming Qi of a ninth-grade Confucian master cannot keep up with his own peak body skills.

This is the same reason that low-level magic is not as powerful as a pistol.

Chen Yanjun decided the victory with one punch.

Not only did he not seriously injure Mr. Zhang, but also made him unable to get up again, and it could also save the Zhang family some face that "the other mortal attacked me carelessly and didn't dodge".

Right now, Mrs. Cui, Xiaoyue and Qiu Zhuo all heaved a sigh of relief at the same time and did not make a sound.

Housekeeper Lei stood up straight, showing the tall and straight imposing manner of the pines. He regained his face in the first battle: It's not that I'm old, it's because Mr. Chen has entered a rare realm of transformation with his fists and feet, and he is good at sneak attack tactics. Normally, he is not an opponent of the ninth rank. It doesn't matter that I'm old.

To say that the most shocking person in the audience was standing behind the princess, Huo Longwei, a rank five martial artist.

From his point of view, Chen Yanjun's fists are just the most basic imperial martial arts, but he has such extraordinary strength that he didn't realize it in advance...

There is only one possibility for a mortal to achieve this level of strength——

This child has entered the third realm of nourishing Qi ahead of schedule!

Now he is sure that this Mr. Chen is the one who caused internal injuries to the old pagoda tree in the backyard.

If he had exerted all his power to hit the locust tree with his punch just now, Mr. Zhang would have been seriously injured.

Taking the seat, Li Chan was stunned for a while and came back to her senses, clapping her hands and applauding.

"You can't be judged by your appearance... Very good, very good, Mrs. Cui, you are really astute!"

She clapped her hands, but there was a feeling that she was about to cry on her pretty and picturesque face.

Such uncut jade, to be preempted by someone, became her elder, and told her how to marry into Cui's family again...

"It's not over yet!"

Zhang Wei recovered from his injury and got up, the flesh on his face was not sure whether it was an aftershock or trembling with anger.

"I respect that you are a mortal. You have not used your aura, but you suddenly attacked me. I can still fight. You can't lose right now. Keep going!"

Before Chen Yanjun could refuse, he was shouted back by Mrs. Zhang:

"Bullshit!"

"You are a Confucian scholar, not a martial artist. You were attacked and knocked down because of your kindness, and you won it back with poetry. If you continue to fight, if you win, others will say that you are bullying the weak and oppressing ordinary people. It is not worth it."

As a sixth-rank Zen master, Mrs. Zhang naturally saw that Chen Yanjun's punch just now was extremely powerful, and Zhang Wei was not good at martial arts. Using Confucianism to fight against the enemy may not be cheap, but rather a loss of face.

The primary purpose of the Zhang family's marriage proposal this time is not to marry Du Qiuzhuo, but to try to make the princess or the Cui family show favoritism and lose their position.

Sneak attack, which is difficult to be elegant, is already a stain on the Cui family.

If more stains are found later, it will be easy to bring down the Cui family and break through the Military Weapons Supervision.

Thinking this way, Mrs. Zhang continued:

"Mr. Chen has a bit of wild fighting ability, which opened the eyes of the old man. Continue to fight. It is not honorable for the dog grandson to win a mortal with the power of the ninth rank. These dowry gifts are not valuable. Since you have been coveting it for a long time, take it Bar."

"The great Tang Dynasty respects Confucianism, and poetry and prose cannot be attacked by surprise."

Chen Yanjun was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect this old woman to be a king of mouth.

But he is not stupid, and he will not be provoked.

"Chen has already won the next game, and the rule is that Mr. Zhang must win both civil and military. Why should I compete in poetry?"

"you--"

Zhang Weigang was stopped by his grandmother, and then hit by Chen Yanjun, he held his dantian out of breath and refused to hit him.

However, the more Chen Yanjun behaved like this, the more the Zhang family firmly believed that his poetic talent was mediocre.

Poetry is difficult to achieve quickly, not to mention that the Zhang family has arranged multiple backers to ensure no worries.

"If you don't compare poetry, you have to think about it carefully. How can a mortal knock down a cultivator with one punch? Is it because of the evil magic, or with the hidden weapon of the Cui family's military supervisor..."

There was some threat in Mrs. Zhang's tone.

Chen Yanjun's expression was normal, and he refused directly.

"With Huo Longwei present, he can naturally prove Chen's innocence. No comparison, no comparison."

Subtext: You have to pay more!
However, before the Zhang family got angry, Li Chan spoke loudly——

"I said than!"

Speaking of which, Li Chan got angry when she looked at the Zhang family. Since Qiu Zhuo is no longer in danger, it is better to see how the Zhang family will end up.

And listening to Chen Yanjun's words before the competition, he seems to be very confident in his poetic talent, maybe it is another piece of poetic talent in the rough.

Isn't this scene getting lively!
"I also want to see Mr. Chen's poetic talent. It doesn't matter if he wins or loses. If he is good, I will reward you."

Chen Yanjun saw the essence of the princess wanting to watch the show at a glance, but now he continued to make money for the show.

"Can I ask what the specific reward is?"

"Bold!"

Huo Longwei subconsciously shouted.

Li Chan didn't care, and said with a smile:

"Wonderful words surprise the high seat, and the sword is given to the beauty."

The beauty pointed to Mr. Chen, who echoed Gao Zuo's self from a distance, very wonderful!

Qiu Zhuo raised his forehead, thinking that it would be too shameless for the princess to call a man a beauty...

At this moment, seeing Zhang's family suddenly look down, Li Chan hastily added a politically correct sentence:

"Of course...the two young masters are the same, whoever can make a shocking quatrain that moves this palace will be given this sword."

After finishing speaking, he took out a five-foot long sword with a scarlet scabbard.

Huo Longwei quickly reminded her:

"Princess, this is..."

Even Qiu Zhuo was surprised.

Li Chan waved her hand.

"It's okay."

Chen Yanjun couldn't see the extraordinaryness of this sword, but Huo Longwei reminded it so, it seemed very valuable.

What also surprised Chen Yanjun was that this troubled Princess Ping'an was not bad at poetry.

The wonderful word surprises the high seat, and the sword is given to the beauty, which means that if there is a wonderful sentence that makes the person in the high seat exclaim, the sword will be given to him.

It's not neat, but it's okay.

Thinking in his heart, Chen Yanjun looked at the princess' sword respectfully.

"Since the princess is so elegant, it is better for Chen to obey her orders than to be respectful."

At this moment, the two followers of the Zhang family also found a Confucian teacher.

He is actually a fourth-rank Confucian scholar, and he is a scholar in the middle school of the court——

Liu Juzheng!
Chen Yanjun turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged scribe in white, with drunken eyes, swaying every step, being supported by a young and beautiful brothel woman across the threshold.

The middle-aged man drooped his drunken eyes and took a closer look. The hall was full of beauties.

"You fight poetry again... Which brothel is this, sitting so upright?"

(End of this chapter)