This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 315 He is coming!

"hehe."

Lu Yuanzhi looked at Liu Fengnian who was deliberately showing off on the stage, smiled slightly, and didn't say much. Although the two of them didn't have much contact with Liu Fengnian, Lu Yuanzhi still knew his temperament. To put it bluntly, he was young and had a bit of a temper. tune.

"When are you coming?"

Lu Yuanzhi looked at Hai Wuyan and asked with a raised brow.

"Arena No. 3, next game."

Hai Wuyan's eyes looked at another arena aside. At this time, two warriors were fighting fiercely on the arena. A trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. Although it only passed by briefly, Lu Yuanzhi's eyes caught it very well.

He chuckled, stepped forward and patted Hai Wuyan's shoulder gently and said:

"Then be more serious. When a lion fights a rabbit, use all your strength, but don't capsize in the gutter."

Hai Wuyang nodded calmly and said:

"That's natural."

He said this, but the disdain in his eyes was clearly revealed.

This is not to blame for Hai Wuyan's arrogance. He does have the capital. Since becoming a disciple of the dean of Qinghe Academy, his realm and knowledge have progressed by leaps and bounds. Before coming to the competition, he had already broken through the fifth rank and became a A new gentleman's realm.

After experiencing the last enlightenment, his understanding of a gentleman far exceeds that of Confucian scholars of the same realm, especially that sentence: Heaven builds, a gentleman strives for self-improvement, which has become his motto, and has even been engraved in his body. "Records of Ten Thousand Peoples".

If he meets the young monk who challenged him again now, he is absolutely sure that he can win.

"Although there is an age limit for the Dao Sect Grand Competition, it is not many. The peak is reached at the age of forty-five, but some of the genius sect leaders have also reached this level. Remember not to underestimate the world's heroes."

Lu Yuanzhi's words were serious. He looked at the three Taoist treasures suspended in the sky on the stage and said with emotion:

"The treasures in the world belong to those who are capable. It is not easy to win the top spot in this competition."

Hearing Lu Yuanzhi's words, Hai Wushuang was no fool. He heard a hint of something beyond the meaning, turned to look at Lu Yuanzhi, frowned and asked:

"Are you saying there are strong people here?"

He could naturally sense that there was something in Lu Yuanzhi's words. He must have met a strong contestant during his inspection just now.

Lu Yuanzhi smiled noncommittally:

"Anyway, just don't neglect it."

After saying that, he left.

Although treasures are good, they cannot be obtained casually.

Time passed very quickly, and the whole morning passed in the blink of an eye. Everyone who came from Beijing had already participated in the first day of the competition, and the promotion rate was 100%.

Especially Song Yu and Hai Wuhao from Kewu Division. When facing their opponents, they didn't even raise their hands, and the person they fought fell to the ground.

It also caused quite a stir.

There is also the young monk, who is naturally the one who received the invitation letter. Although Buddhism is not popular in Beijing, it is not close to Beijing, and the customs of the people are very different from those in Beijing. Although they also do not pay much attention to it, But there is no scene that everyone in Beijing must avoid when they see it.

The little bald head was fighting against a powerful master who was quite influential in the world. He was already forty-three years old. A warrior who could advance to the fifth level of the master realm in his forties was already a heroic warrior. He fought with the little monk against two people. It also goes back and forth.

However, the young monk's undefeated golden body was even better. In the end, he fell to the ground unwillingly amidst the polite Buddha's name from the young monk Yingchen.

When the little monk won, it caused an even greater sensation in the audience. After all, the person he was fighting against was the most powerful person in the world, and he was also the one with the highest voice for winning the first place. Unexpectedly, he actually won the first place on the first day of the competition. He fell down in the middle, which also made everyone who advanced feel nervous.

Lu Yuanzhi watched with great interest, and at the same time he also had a certain understanding of the people who came to the competition this time.

Although Jianghu is not taken seriously, it is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. Although he has not seen any high-level warriors, it can be seen from the fact that he saw many master-level warriors in the competition in the morning. Unexpectedly, by the afternoon, someone with a higher level would show up.

After all, the Taoist sect can be regarded as the sect accepted by Dayong, so it is naturally rich in assets. It also provided a meal for everyone present at noon. Although it was just a big pot of rice, it was well entertained with wine and meat.

But from this point, we can get a glimpse of Daomen's assets.

Time passed quickly, noon passed quickly, and the competition continued in full swing.

About an hour before the end of lunch, two uninvited guests came to the entrance of the venue.

Lu Yuanzhi's attention was actually scattered in the field. When his eyes looked at the two figures, his heart moved slightly.

coming!

One of them was the enchanting woman in fiery red clothes whom she had fought with, Xian Ling'er.

As for the other one...

Lu Yuanzhi's impression was naturally extremely profound.

It was Lu Ziyu who played tricks on his men that day and asked Xian Ling'er to steal the treasure from his house.

Looking at the two of them, the corner of Lu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched slightly, because the two of them were standing on a dim flying sword, coming with the sword...

You can really pretend! !

These two people caused quite a stir as soon as they appeared.

"Fine white?!"

"Who?"

"Devil...the leader of the Lotus White Holy Cult!"

"What??!"

"Master, are you sure you read it correctly?"

"It's impossible to see it wrong!"

"How can someone from this Taoist sect be more powerful than her demon sect?"

"But isn't she a martial artist? How come she comes with a sword?"

"It should be the person in Taoist robes in front of her..."

"Who is that person??"

"how could I know??"

"........."

Although not many people know Lu Ziyu, Xian Ling'er is still very famous in the world, and there are endless exclamations.

Lu Ziyu had a faint smile on his face at this time. Feeling the attention of everyone, he did not stay for too long. He walked directly to the air above the arena and bowed gently in a direction below. :

"Lu Ziyu, a disciple of the Taoist sect, pays homage to Elder Hongyun!"

After saying that, he saw a flash of light and his flying sword slowly fell down.

……

After seeing his appearance clearly, no one else had any reaction, but Bai Qingying, who was preparing to go on to continue the second battle, had a slightly condensed look in her eyes.

She definitely remembered correctly that this person openly teased her that day and wanted to kidnap her away. If Pei Yinlang and others hadn't arrived in time, I might have...

Thinking of this, she felt a slight chill in her heart and thought to herself: What is he here for?

At this time, Hongyun and the Taoist Saint Son had already stood up.

After all, the Holy Son had seen him before, and the expression on his face was normal. However, Elder Hongyun's face at this time was extremely complicated:

"I heard from the Holy Son yesterday that I saw you. I still didn't believe it. I didn't expect..."

After Lu Ziyu saw Hong Yun's face, the smile on his face did not change. He bowed gently and said:

"I haven't seen Elder Hongyun for a long time, and he still looks as good as before."

Hearing such unfamiliar words, Hongyun's expression became more complicated. Back then, Lu Ziyu was a genius of the Taoist sect, and Hongyun had just become an elder of the Taoist sect. The relationship between the two was very familiar, and he even taught him a blinding technique. "You are indeed here..."

The Holy Son's eyes were fixed on Lu Ziyu, and there was a faint hint of hostility in his voice. Maybe even he himself was not aware of this hint of hostility.

After Lu Ziyu heard what Shengzi said, his smile did not change. He bowed gently to Shengzi:

"I have met my Taoist Saint Son."

The Holy Son did not bow to him like this, and the corners of his mouth froze slightly. After a moment, he took a deep breath and said calmly:

"Forgive me."

As the holy son of the Taoist sect, his nominal status is only under the head of the Taoist sect.

"Thank you, Holy Son."

Lu Ziyu smiled and stood up. He looked at Hongyun and said:

"Elder Hongyun should know the purpose of the disciple's coming to the competition today."

When Hong Yun heard Lu Ziyu's words, his complicated face froze slightly, and then quickly recovered. He sighed and said:

"Xuancheng, you shouldn't have come..."

After Lu Ziyu heard Hong Yun's words, his eyes turned slightly cold, then dissipated, and he restored his smile and said:

"There's nothing that shouldn't come. I will definitely take what is mine."

Hongyun opened her mouth and sighed deeply. Her eyes couldn't help but look at the Taoist temple high on the mountain and sighed:

"I'm very happy that you can come back, but there are some things... Alas, a mayfly can shake a big tree, you can't force it."

Seeing Hongyun's movements, Lu Ziyu gently took out Fuchen and said calmly:

"What Elder Hongyun said is that since the disciple dares to come back, it is still unknown who is the mayfly and who is the big tree."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Hongyun's eyes narrowed, his face looked a little surprised, and he looked at Lu Ziyu and asked deeply:

"Are you asking whether your heart is on the right path?"

"hehe."

Lu Ziyu did not answer the question immediately, but gave a deep salute to Lu Yuanzhi who was standing aside:

"Master Lu, the Dao Sect Grand Competition only invites heroes from all over the world. I wonder if Pindao, an abandoned disciple of the Dao Sect, is qualified to participate?"

"No!"

Before Lu Yuanzhi spoke, Hongyun subconsciously spoke. His eyes were a little nervous at the moment, and he looked at Lu Yuanzhi and said:

"Little friend Lu, now that the competition has begun, adding more people in the middle will definitely cause dissatisfaction..."

In a word, everyone looked at Lu Yuanzhi nervously, and their attention was directed to Lu Yuanzhi.

Lu Yuanzhi looked at Lu Ziyu opposite him with a calm expression and asked:

"How old are you?"

Lu Ziyu smiled softly, bowed and said:

"Pindao is forty-one this year."

"Oh……"

After hearing his words, Lu Yuanzhi raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

"Since age is no problem, why can't we participate?"

Lu Yuanzhi looked at Hongyun, his face became solemn and said:

"Since I am an official, I must be fair and just. If I am biased today in front of so many heroes and heroes in the audience, what dignity will the court have in the future?"

When Hong Yun heard Lu Yuan's words, she opened her mouth and was speechless.

"Furthermore, since we are inviting heroes from all over the world, naturally everyone in the world can participate. How can I violate the law?"

He walked up to Hongyun, sighed softly, and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by two people:

"Taoist Master Hongyun, although you and I have a good relationship, how can you embarrass me with so many people here?"

Lu Yuanzhi's words were reasonable and well-founded. Hongyun naturally had no other choice. He reluctantly nodded and looked at Lu Ziyu with extremely complicated eyes.

When the Holy Son on the side heard that this person named Lu Ziyu was also going to participate in the competition, the fighting spirit in his eyes overflowed.

Well, if you can defeat this man in battle, then who in the Taoist sect would dare to speak out against your position as the Holy Son?

"Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your understanding."

With a thick smile on his face, Lu Ziyu bowed deeply to Lu Yuanzhi.

"Go get ready and find a arena."

Lu Yuanzhi just waved his hand lightly without any extra expression.

And Xian Ling'er, who stood behind Lu Ziyu and remained silent, also bowed respectfully to Lu Yuanzhi.

Lu Yuanzhi nodded expressionlessly, as if meeting this person for the first time, without any unnecessary movements.

After Xian Ling'er and Ziyu left, Hongyun looked at Lu Ziyu's leaving figure with a complex expression, and sighed deeply.

"Elder, why are you doing this? You should have some confidence in me."

When the Holy Son saw Hong Yun's expression, he was slightly dissatisfied. After he came back from Hangzhou, he also made a breakthrough in his cultivation. He felt that he was much stronger than before. How could he pay much attention to the former genius of that sect.

Hongyun just shook his head slightly and whispered:

"You don't know. I won't care about this matter. Your master should be out of seclusion..."

With that said, he bowed to Lu Yuanzhi, turned around and returned to his wooden house.

Lu Yuanzhi just patted Sheng Zi's shoulder gently and turned around to leave.

Now that the matter has been done, the next step is to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, quietly waiting for the fruits of one's labor to sprout.

It happened to be a coincidence. The arena Lu Ziyu picked was the arena No. 8, which was the arena where Bai Qingying was...

When Lu Yuanzhi was wandering around, he saw Lu Ziyu standing elegantly on the ring. Opposite him was Bai Qingying, who was looking at him with gritted teeth.

"Haha, girl, we meet again. What we did last time was just a temporary measure..."

Seeing Bai Qingying's ugly face, Lu Ziyu smiled bitterly and was about to explain a few words when he heard a sweet shout from the other side:

"Thief, look at the sword!"

With a livid face, Bai Qingying stabbed Lu Ziyu opposite her with the Bihong Sword in her hand.

Naturally, Lu Ziyu didn't pay attention to this soft swordsmanship. He just turned around and got out of the way.

"As for the misunderstanding last time, Pindao gave the girl some trouble, but in this victory, Pindao did his part."

After saying that, he just stretched out his right hand and tapped Bai Qingying lightly, and a ray of white light flew from his fingertips to Bai Qingying.

"Certainly!"

After the light came into contact with Bai Qingying's body, she stood motionless.

"Concession."

After seeing Bai Qingying being restrained by his Taoist law, Lu Ziyu chuckled and saluted Bai Qingying. He flicked the dust in his hand, and a visible breeze enveloped Bai Qingying's frozen body. Holding her there, he gently lifted her off the ring and landed on the ground intact.

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(End of this chapter)