This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 191 Three Moves, I Will Defeat You!

Pei Yinlang went out.

A few simple words seem to have infinite magic power.

No one on the street dared to confront him.

And the faces of the coachmen who carried the sedan chairs were no match for me, let alone the Yunpei who traveled with the sedan chairs.

On the left side of the sedan chair is a Shangguan dressed in fiery red. Shangguan's eyes are indifferent and his steps are confusing.

Countless people on the street sighed unconsciously after seeing it, there is such a beautiful and refined beauty in Pei Yinlang.

On the right side of the sedan chair is Gongyang Gan. At this time, Gongyang Gan still has a serious face. This person always looks so meticulous, and the tip of his goatee is always combed so neatly. Walk among the crowd.

Behind the sedan, there was a team of black brocade and white jade, composed of twelve wind robes. Everyone's face showed vigilance, and their eyes were like radar, scanning for possible risks.

Without saying much, the sedan chair slowly came to the most central position in front of the ring, and a grand master's chair was assembled by Shangguan in a very short time.

After a while, the sedan chair stopped, Ji Xuan stretched out his hand, gently lifted the curtain, and slowly got off the sedan chair.

Seeing Ji Xuan getting off the sedan chair, Gongyang Gan and Shangguan hurriedly stood beside the grand master's chair, one on the left and one on the right. Flies can't fly in.

What a big battle!
There was a lot of chatter among the crowd.

But Ji Xuan smiled indifferently, his smile was always so friendly.

"Ji Gong, it's morning."

The ram dared to report respectfully.

"Ah."

Ji Xuan still smiled, sitting on the master chair and looking at the little monk on the ring.

on the ring.

Yingchen obviously noticed Ji Xuan and Pei Yinlang in the audience.

But the little monk's eyes still didn't fluctuate in any way.

Looking at everyone with incomparable clarity.

"Amitabha."

The young monk chanted the Buddha's name softly.

"Today is the last day for the young monk to compete in the ring. For four consecutive days, he has fought against all the heroes in the capital. Fortunately, he has not been defeated. Haha, but there is still a donor to challenge?"

At this time, the young monk's tone was still normal, but it was unavoidably harsh to the ears of everyone in the audience. .

But Ji Xuan still had a friendly smile.

He was waiting quietly.

No one in the audience is willing to challenge again on stage.

Those who are willing to challenge have already challenged, and those who have not made it to the stage are unwilling to embarrass themselves on the stage.

For a while, there was unprecedented silence.

This gives people the illusion that the strength of the little monk overwhelms the people in the entire capital city and dare not speak...

"This little monk!!"

"Is there really no one who dares to challenge on stage??!"

"It's frustrating!!"

"I, Dayong, have countless talents, but I am so overwhelmed by a young monk that I can't hold my head up!!"

"........."

Everyone in the audience began to talk a lot, and everyone felt as if a big stone had been forcibly crushed by the little monk on the stage. What's more, they had already started to cover their faces, and they had no face to face Jiangdong's elders...

It was already the fourth day, and still nothing could defeat the little monk.

"Where's Mr. Hai Wuyang? Let's challenge again!"

"That's right! Mr. Hai gave up yesterday because he was concerned about the face of the little monk, but it was my face, Dayong's, that he lost!!"

"If you want me to say that Mr. Hai was too poisoned by Confucianism and Taoism, he must be kind at all times. You must know that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!!"

"Ugh!!"

"........."

Hearing the people around talking, the little monk naturally heard it, he really wanted to say something now, it really wasn't that Mr. Hai asked me, I really saw that he had no strength to stand up at that time...

However, Yingchen was too lazy to explain, or there was no need to explain at all.

Still standing quietly on the ring.

Silently watching the crowd.

He didn't feel bored without a challenger on stage, he just watched silently.

"Ji Gong, that kid...won't he stop coming..."

Seeing that the sun was about to rise above his head, a Feng Pei standing behind Ji Xuan looked suspiciously and expressed his concern.

When Ji Xuan heard this, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and his eyes were gentle:
"Don't be impatient and wait."

In one sentence, just four words, is endless trust.

Everyone was stunned.

Ji Gong is full of trust...

That kid was really lucky.

Shangguan and Gongyang Gan glanced at the Feng Pei who spoke indifferently, and looked away without unnecessary movements.

Obviously remember this person...

While everyone is talking.

A breeze picked up slightly.

A figure of black brocade and white jade appeared at the end of Xuanwu Street.

That figure was not that tall, but it was unusually tall and straight.

He carried a black sheathed narrow knife on his back, and walked forward slowly but firmly step by step.

Ji Xuan was the first to sense it, so the smile on his face became more obvious, and he turned to look at the end of the street.

Seeing Ji Xuan turn his head, everyone in Pei Yinlang also looked over with Ji Xuan.

They all saw the young and tall figure.

Pei Yinlang's NO.20 people turning their heads together naturally attracted the attention of the audience. Curiosity immediately arose in their hearts, and they all wondered what they were looking at? ?

So, subconsciously, everyone looked over.

Even the little monk's eyes were attracted, and everyone saw the indifferent figure.

Who is he? ?

No one is not puzzled.

And after that young tall and straight young man appeared.

Two figures gradually appeared behind him.

The young man was unknown to all those present.

But they had seen one of the two figures behind the young man, and they were very familiar with it.

"Hai... Mr. Hai??"

"Oh my god!! Mr. Hai is actually following that person??"

"Who is that person?!"

"He's still wearing Lord Tiger's clothes, Pei Yinlang's man!?! So young! He's a Feng Pei!!!"

The pattern and jade pendant on Pei Yinlang's clothes can tell the specific official position.

"Who is the beautiful woman next to Mr. Hai??"

"What a nice view!"

"Follow that person too!!"

"Who is that person?!!!"

No one was surprised, no one was shocked.

Mr. Hai's body like a banished fairy was still in front of his eyes yesterday, why is he so peacefully following behind others as a small follower today? ?
So who is that person? ?

There is no one among the people who is not suspicious.

And the protagonist in their eyes is Lu Yuanzhi.

At this time, he was walking step by step with a narrow knife on his back, slowly walking towards the ring, with a firm look in his eyes that was breathtaking.

The second floor of the inn.

Through the window, the second prince's eyes were slightly startled.

He has seen this person before.

He was the one who rescued him in the prison of Jingzhao Mansion that day.

And Brother Song has always been obsessed with this person, and he always mentions this person's name every time they meet.

"Lu Yuanzhi!"

If I remember correctly, he should be called this name.

The second prince murmured.

It's just... why hasn't Brother Song come yet? ?

The second prince looked towards the stairs, but the stairs were still silent.

How did he know that at this time his good brother Song Yu was sweeping the prison of Kewu Division with a broom
……

Ji Xuan looked at Lu Yuanzhi's slowly walking figure, and a trance flashed in his eyes.

Decades ago, I was as old as this kid, walking step by step amidst the attention of everyone.

In this kid, he saw himself when he was young.

But at that time, I didn't have a boss who appreciated me...

Saying that he likes Lu Yuanzhi and supports Lu Yuanzhi, it might as well be that Ji Xuan is reassuring himself when he was young...

"Ha ha."

Involuntarily, Ji Xuan laughed out loud, not loudly, but everyone present could hear Pei Yinlang.

For a moment, the jealousy in these Feng Pei's hearts almost burned.

day!
Fan Dede? Ji Gong, you don't have to laugh when you see him!You still laugh out loud...

Everyone is extremely wronged...

On Xuanwu Street, Lu Yuanzhi's figure has gained the attention of everyone since he appeared.

It was in the eyes of all eyes that Lu Yuanzhi looked firmly at the little monk on the stage.

Regardless of other people's eyes.

Lu Yuanzhi still walked forward step by step.

The wind gradually picked up, and the breeze blew the strand of hair on the young man's forehead.

He looked so youthful and flamboyant.

The little monk a hundred meters away looked at the man with clear eyes.

The eyes of the two seemed to be separated by thousands of miles, and it seemed that time had been shaken.

Looking at the little monk, Lu Yuanzhi got closer and closer.

Until approaching the crowd.

No one said anything, but they subconsciously made way for the young man.

The boy is still walking with the knife in his hand.

It was only when he was walking among the crowd that his voice was heard by everyone for the first time.

"The situation in the world is beyond my generation, and as soon as you enter the rivers and lakes, the years will remind you."

The sound is not loud, but everyone in the audience can hear it very clearly.

In an instant, goosebumps surged towards everyone. .

The young man didn't look sideways and kept walking forward.

"In the chat and laughter of Emperor Tubaye, I can't beat life's drunkenness."

The boy's voice was still so steady.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, what the hell!
There is no one who does not have blood rushing up!

"Holding a knife, straddling and swinging a ghost rain, the bones fly like a mountain bird."

The boy's voice suddenly turned sharply, so excited that everyone felt like thunder was ringing in their ears!

Just when everyone was so angry that they punched themselves, the boy's voice suddenly sighed:
"The dust is like the tide, and the people are like the water. I only sigh for a few people in the rivers and lakes."

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Almost [-]% of the people present are from the Jianghu.

Suddenly hearing this sentence, everyone's eyes became extremely confused.

Just sigh the rivers and lakes... how many people come back!

A sad sentence extinguishes all the suffering in the world.

As if being pressed on the chest by a big stone, everyone felt that it was the first time that they were so blocked and panicked.

After the young man finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became firm.

At this time, he had already walked to the ring.

Everyone present looked at the boy's not-so-majestic but absolutely upright figure.

"Anyone who offends my majesty will be punished no matter how far away!"

Looking at the young monk on the ring in front of him, the young man's voice reached everyone's ears firmly.

After saying this, everyone thought that the boy would jump into the arena to duel with the little monk in the next moment.

The boy turned a corner and walked towards... Ji Xuan.

Ji Xuan sat on the Taishi chair, looking at Lu Yuanzhi with a gentle smile, but a hint of surprise flashed deep in his eyes.

He didn't expect that this kid could still think of himself at this time...

"Pei Yinlang admires Lu Yuanzhi, met Ji Gong!!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Lu Yuanzhi knelt down on one knee and solemnly clasped his fists at Ji.

"Get up."

At this moment, a rare touch of emotion appeared in Ji Xuan's heart that he was unexpectedly moved by.

No extra words.

"Good performance."

Looking at Lu Yuanzhi in relief, Ji Xuan's voice was extremely gentle.

"Yes."

Lu Yuanzhi nodded solemnly, stood up, and said to Ji Xuan: "My cousin and cousin are here with Ji Gong first, and I will come to pick them up after I defeat that little monk."

"Well, let's go."

Ji Xuan glanced at the somewhat unnatural Hai Wuyang and the awkward cousin, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Lu Yuanzhi glanced at his cousin and Hai Wuyang, gave them a wink, left the crowd, and went to the ring alone.

"The poem just now was good."

Before leaving, Ji Xuan commented with a smile, his voice was more or less teasing...

Lu Yuanzhi's body paused...

This is also the method that he thought of for a long time to show himself before others...

I didn't expect to be spotted by Ji Gong so quickly, ahem, it's still a bit embarrassing.

But Lu Yuanzhi didn't look back, and walked towards the ring very resolutely.

Without any extra words, Lu Yuanzhi landed on the ring with a light jump under the eyes of all the people.

At this time, Lu Yuanzhi only had the little monk in his eyes.

The little monk saw Lu Yuan on the stage, with a smile in his clear eyes: "Benefactor, we meet again."

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuanzhi didn't express much expression, but nodded calmly and said, "We meet again, I didn't expect it to be on the ring."

"Ha ha."

The little monk laughed, clasped his palms together and made a Buddhist salute: "Poor monk Yingchen, this year is seventeen, please enlighten me."

Still the familiar opening.

When Lu Yuanzhi heard this, a smile flickered on the corner of his mouth: "Lu Yuanzhi, Pei Yinlang Fengpei, eighteen this year, come here to ask for advice."

"Please, benefactor."

The little monk is still clear and humble.

"Brighten your weapon."

Lu Yuanzhi didn't talk nonsense, and slowly drew his knife from behind.

This knife has not yet been named.

The moment the knife was drawn, the little monk's eyelids twitched subconsciously.

Seeing the knife, the little monk's eyes showed unparalleled dignity.

"Good knife."

"Hehe, whether the sword is good or not depends on the person who wields it."

Lu Yuanzhi's voice was a little cold.

"Young monks never use weapons, but benefactors just use swords."

The little monk took a deep breath, still clasped his hands together.

Seeing the young monk's behavior, Lu Yuanzhi narrowed his eyes slightly: "If that's the case, then no wonder I bullied you."

The little monk is very sinister. .

"Donor, feel free to use your sword."

The little monk still didn't make any moves, and kept repeating the same words.

"In that case..."

Lu Yuanzhi's hand lightly clenched the handle of the knife: "I won't bully you either. Three tricks will definitely defeat you. If I can't defeat you, then I will lose!"

Although the voice is flat, it reveals unparalleled confidence and madness!

And his words naturally reached the ears of everyone present...

(End of this chapter)