This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 321 Chaoyue takes the stage
At this time, the smile on Lu Ziyu's face had not faded. He stood on the stage and looked at the audience who were still in shock, regret and other complicated emotions.

"you win."

Beside him, Hong Yun's figure appeared at some point, looking at him blankly.

"Haha, isn't this result what you expected?"

Lu Ziyu smiled lightly, put the golden sword back into his belly, and looked at Hongyun calmly and asked.

"Oh...Ayu, please stop."

Hongyun sighed. He wanted to continue admonishing, but Lu Ziyu shook his head gently:

"There are some things Elder Hongyun needs not to say anymore. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and his affection for me is no longer what it was before."

When he said this, Lu Ziyu's voice was cold.

Hong Yun opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but after hearing Lu Ziyu's decisive words, she could only suppress the words in her heart, and finally turned into a deep sigh.

"Lu Ziyu wins this game."

When she said Lu Ziyu's name again, the emotion in Hongyun's mouth was no longer so cordial, but rather a bit strange.

"How can it be??!"

“How on earth did he win??”

“Mr.

"People who heard about his Taoist sect, could it be that Mr. Xie suffered some shady story?"

"..."

The people in the audience are still in disbelief and have not yet recovered.

Only His Highness the Demon Race's eyes towards the moon were fixed on the man on the stage who was still smiling.

The next moment, Chaoyue will rise.

But he was tightly held by the arm by the big man in a bamboo hat with sharp eyes and quick hands next to him.

"Your Highness, please don't be impulsive!!"

After the big man grabbed Chaoyue, he lowered his voice and said urgently:
"This is definitely not the time to be exposed!"

……

At this time, two new faces stood on the stage.

"Wang Xu, the golden sword of the West Spirit Realm Sect, faced off against the broken flute Piaoxue of the Dongsheng Wuzong."

Hongyun's voice also sounded at the right time. After he introduced the origins of the two to everyone in the audience, the two began to compete.

"Wang Xu, is it snowing?"

Lu Yuanzhi in the audience looked at the two martial arts warriors on the stage indifferently.

These two warriors are two of the three remaining warriors who entered the top eight this time.

With his fourth-grade strength, the grades of these two people on the stage were clearly visible.

Both are at the peak of fifth grade.

In other words, he is a powerful master in the world.

These two warriors...

Lu Yuanzhi looked at them with indifferent eyes. If there was nothing special, he should not be able to get ahead of the top four.

Two of the top four have already been selected.

The Confucian and Taoist genius of Qinghe Academy realized the new level of gentleman, Hai Wuhao.

An abandoned disciple of the Taoist sect, the genius middle-aged Lu Ziyu returns after ten years.

Two spots remain.

Lu Yuanzhi just thought about it and knew that Song Yu from Kewu Division would definitely not be left behind.

These three people are all closely related to him.

Lu Yuanzhi's eyes were indifferent, and his eyes fell on the two people on the stage.

The one standing on the east side of the two men was dressed in black robes, with a face as thick as a jujube, and a beard that fell to his chest. What caught the eye was the pure golden saber in his hand.

Whether it is the handle or the scabbard, it is all golden, and under the sunlight, it shines with a light that makes people unable to look directly at it.

At this time, he looked at the person opposite him with a solemn face.

The man standing opposite him was dressed in white clothes like snow, holding a wooden flute in his hand. He had a gentle face and an ordinary appearance, with nothing outstanding about him.

"Brother Piaoxue, we meet again."

The big man with the golden sword gently stroked his beard, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he looked directly at the man wearing white clothes and playing the wooden flute opposite him.

"Sect Master Wang, you are fine."

Piaoxue gently picked up a trace of dust on her white clothes, put the piccolo in her hands and played with it, the smile on her face unchanged.

In just a greeting room, the atmosphere between the two of them was already tense. An invisible aura gradually released from the two of them, slowly climbing up as time went by.

Seeing this, Lu Yuanzhi already had a hint of judgment in his heart.

The victory or defeat between the two of them may lie with the man in the snow.

Naturally, he could tell that although the two of them were both fifth-level masters, the martial arts aura coming from Piaoxue was purer.

The voices of these two people have never stopped since their debut.

They are both old men in the martial arts world, and they are the most popular people in the martial arts world in the audience. Naturally, they are extremely familiar with their names.

"Come on, Master Wang!!"

"The divine flute in white is floating in the snow, and I will be invincible in the world!!"

"..."

The voices in the audience were filled with excitement and excitement.

It was as if this Dao sect competition had become a special event for martial artists.

At this time, Chaoyue was still a little angry that the big man beside him stopped him when he just wanted to go on stage to challenge, but when he heard such a call, his face became weird.

The voices of these two people seem to be higher than the two guys in the last game?

If you put it this way, if you defeat the winner of the two, wouldn't it be faster to become famous? ?
Thinking of this, his eyes became gentler, and the way he looked at the big man next to him also became much more pleasing to the eye.

"Ok?"

Feeling the change in His Highness's mood, the big man looked up in confusion.

He was already prepared to be severely punished by His Highness Chaoyue...

In fact it is.

Lu Yuanzhi's guess was correct.

The outcome on the stage was decided quickly.

There are not so many bells and whistles in the battles between warriors, and the most is the gratification of gratification with fists and fists.

The piccolo in Piaoxue's hand also proved with its own toughness that sometimes the more gorgeous the weapon, the more powerful it is.

A wooden piccolo can also break a golden sword.

During the most intense battle between the two, Piaoxue hit Wang Xu with her best blow, speeding up the game.

Piaoxue breathed a deep sigh of relief as she saw Wang Xu, the leader of the Western Spirit Realm Sect, lying on the ground twitching and spurting blood.

Although the battles between warriors often don't last very long, the amount of energy spent is not something that people in other systems can understand.

The feeling of being tense at all times is like playing an extremely exciting game of life.

If he hadn't remained rational at the last moment, I'm afraid that what was lying on the ground now was not Wang Xu's body, but his corpse.

"Dong wins Wuzong, Piaoxue wins!"

Hongyun's congratulations broke the silence.

"Long live Piaoxue!!"

"Elder Piaoxue is my martial arts genius!!"

"Who can compete with that?!"

"The future of Jianghu belongs to Elder Piaoxue!!"

"........."

Everyone in the audience was extremely excited.

Those who supported Piaoxue even jumped up, and some even took off their shirts and shook them wildly.

Chaoyue in the audience was stunned.

Isn’t it said that people in Dayong are more reserved?
Why are some people taking off their clothes in public?
But this did not affect the thoughts in his mind.

Just when the Taoist boy carried Wang Xu away. Chaoyue couldn't bear it anymore.

He chuckled, and his voice spread throughout the audience.

The next moment, his body was like a blooming flower, with ripples visible to the naked eye under his feet, rising higher into the sky little by little.

"It is said that the Taoist competition is a grand event in the world. I wonder if I can participate?"

As he said that, his figure had already arrived on the ring.

Regarding this sudden scene, no one in the audience could turn their heads for a moment.

"Well??"

How is this going? ?
Who is that person? ?
Everyone's eyes were focused on Chaoyue who suddenly appeared.

He was dressed in a long robe and had a strange face. The most impressive thing was the red mole between his eyebrows.

Chaoyue's smile revealed a hint of weirdness, and the gorgeous clothes that fell on the stage fluttered in the wind, giving people an alternative sense of beauty.

"solitary??"

Which highness is this? ?

When they heard what he called himself, everyone looked confused.

Even the people in the audience have started to ask questions.

But seeing his appearance, even the most well-informed information king in the world was a little confused for a while.

No, they have really never seen this His Highness.

There are only a few people in Dayong who can be called lonely and widowed. Not to mention the princes in the palace, they are those members of the royal family who have received fiefdoms and inherited titles at this age...

There are no moles on the eyebrows...

Only Lu Yuanzhi frowned. He looked at Chao Yue, who was quite energetic at the moment, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

He knew early on that this person was an envoy from the Demon Clan, but the problem was that he did not expect that the Demon Clan actually sent a member of the royal family.

This is a bit tricky.

"May I ask, Your Highness, are you..."

Hongyun's face also became serious. He looked at Chaoyue with many thoughts in his heart.

He had to consider what the appearance of a prince at this time meant for the court.

Is it a special arrangement by the court or an accidental incident.

If it's the latter, that's okay, but if it's the former, how should I deal with it and what is his purpose.

There is no way, a big tree attracts the wind. Today's Taoist sect is much more prosperous than when it was first established. There was even a Taoist sect before Dayong was founded.

If you don't want to get yourself into trouble, you must understand every meaning of Chaoting.

But politics... this is no longer something he can think about.

In the Taoist sect, he is a good old man. He never participates in those intrigues, let alone the meaning of this court?
However, she didn't keep him waiting for long. Chaoyue just chuckled and said with a strange smile on her lips:
"My name is Chaoyue."

With that said, he turned and looked in Lu Yuanzhi's direction.

"The prince of the demon clan!!"

At this time, a vigilant shout came from below.

Hai Wuyang, who was sitting under the ring, stood up in shock and looked at him warily:
"I told you how I felt a strange aura just now. It turns out that the demon clan is really coming to my territory in Dayong??"

"What??!!"

After hearing his words, everyone in the audience stood up and looked at Chaoyue on the stage.

"People from the demon tribe dare to come to our territory of Dayong? Are they tired of living?"

Everyone in the arena began to roar angrily.

Five hundred years after the founding of Dayong, there were irreconcilable conflicts between the Yao clan and the surrounding foreign races.

One word sent a wave of waves.

Hai Wuyan's words made everyone excited.

"Dare to show up in my Dayong, isn't this the credit of Po Tian??!"

"Haha! Why don't we work together to capture him??!"

"it is good!!"

"..."

"How dare people from the demon tribe come to my Dayong? Pindao's demon-slaying sword is still sharp."

After Hong Yun heard Hai Wuyan's words, his expression turned cold. The next moment, Fu Chen in his hand turned into a sharp long sword that people dared not look at directly.

Piaoxue didn't even get off the stage and rushed towards Chaoyue. His face didn't change, but his goal was not wrong at all.

The wooden flute was tightly clenched in his hand, and the next moment he was about to hit Chao Yue on the head.

Chaoyue's smile remained unchanged, he didn't even move, his eyes looked straight towards Lu Yuanzhi's seat.

It is impossible for people in the imperial court, especially fourth-grade warriors, not to know about the demon clan's mission at this time.

If Lu Yuanzhi really dared not to move, he would have a way to escape.

But Lu Yuanzhi will bear a bad reputation in the civil service group...

So he stood still at this moment without even raising his eyelids. It was impossible for Lu Yuanzhi to stay still.

Seeing his fearless look, Lu Yuanzhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

As a political idiot, he naturally couldn't think of that much.

But one thing is correct, that is, before he left, Ji Gong told him about the demon tribe's mission, and he should be careful if he saw it.

There must be no room for anything to go wrong in this matter.

Thinking of this, Lu Yuanzhi's figure jumped onto the ring the next moment.

"Stay on!"

When the wooden flute was still 0.01 centimeters away from Chaoyue's head.

Lu Yuanzhi's hand gently rested on Piaoxue's wrist.

"Ok?"

When Piaoxue felt Lu Yuanzhi's unparalleled power, she looked up at him in horror.

"He is the messenger of the demon clan and cannot be killed easily."

Lu Yuanzhi's indifferent voice sounded on the field.

"Messenger of the Demon Clan??"

"When did the demon tribe come to Dayong as an envoy?"

"Hmph! It must be dishonest to be blocked outside the border by my mighty army for twenty years."

"..."

At this time, the news that Wei Wuhou was assassinated and lying in the imperial doctor's room had not yet spread.

But this also gave Chaoyue a message.

His smile remained unchanged, and his attention was focused on the mouths of the people in the arena.

There was no news of the assassination of the mighty lord.

"It seems that Dayong's message blocking is pretty good."

The corners of Chao Yue's mouth were slightly raised.

He has very high confidence in the assassins of the Mingli clan.

It's just a pity that the warrior of the Mingli tribe, after completing the assassination, is probably in danger now.

"This Yunpei, black brocade and white jade complement each other perfectly on you."

Chaoyue's smile was somewhat proud, and he looked at Lu Yuanzhi with a smile without saluting.

The prince of the demon clan is also a prince, so naturally there is no need to salute the officials of Dayong.

"Well, thanks for the compliment."

Lu Yuanzhi nodded lightly, raised his brows slightly and asked Chaoyue in a low voice:

"You are not afraid of death?"

Chaoyue seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke, the smile on his face became obvious, and he even laughed out loud:

"Why did I die??!"

(End of this chapter)