C14 Unmoved

Wang Zhenqing noticed the look in Dongfang Zhongyu's eyes and asked in surprise: "Brother Dongfang, what's wrong?" Dongfang Zhongyu grinned and said, "I just realized that Brother Chenqing came to see me in the middle of the night to introduce me to big figures."

"Ugh …" Wang Zhenqing was stunned as he hastily shook his head and said, "No, no, it's not like that …" "Not what?" Zhu Gaosui walked in under the escort of the crowd.

Wang Zhenliang followed and hurriedly introduced, "This is Young Master Dongfang from the Divine Arm Workshop. Brother Dong Fang, this is Third Prince King Zhao." Wu Tie had sharp eyebrows, a straight nose, and a wide mouth. He looked dignified and threatening, with a pair of handsome eyes that stared straight at them.

There was no other way around it. The Dongfang Zhongyue could only bow and say, "I pay my respects to Long live Zhao Wang." He cursed in his heart: Your dad is a big bastard, and you're a little bastard.

"No need to be so polite, please get up." Zhu Gaosui grabbed his arm and sized him up happily, "Young Master Dongfang is indeed a talented man, a dragon among men!" Wang Zhenliang laughed, "King Zhao, all four or five of your young masters are here. Each of you is more handsome than the last, don't you think it's a shame for us to be here?"

Zhu Gaosui was ranked third on the Young Master Board. At this time, he was standing side by side with Zhong Yu and Wang Zhenliang. He was either handsome and mighty, or had the air of a jade tree or the elegance and elegance of a scholar.

Wang Zhenqing was a pure scholar and couldn't stand to be flattered by others. He immediately said: "Big brother, no wonder you usually don't come with me, why are you still coming to Third Bro's side today? Aren't you making a fool out of yourself? "Haha …"

Liu Tie rolled his eyes at his brother, and busied himself to give up his seat to Zhu Gaosui. However, Zhu Gaosui did not pay attention to him, and only said to Dongfang Zhongyue: "I heard that Young Master Dongfang is still in seventh place of the Soaring Mist Pavilion's Martial Arts Ranking, he is even stronger than the Imperial Secret Service commander Ji Gang. He is an expert amongst experts! I was very happy to hear about it. As soon as I returned to the capital, I wanted to see you. "

"King Zhao is overpraising me," Dongfang Zhongyue said lightly: "His puny skills are not worthy of praise, he must have made a mistake in the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. Today, only the true experts are here at the wuxiaozhuan Competition. "

"How can they compare with you? The underlings on the ten rankings are weaker than the ones on the top rankings." Zhu Gaosui was not only spirited, but he was also not stupid, "Young Master Dongfang, if you don't use your abilities, that would be a huge waste! Well, what do you think? If you want to enter the military, you'll have to be a guard. I'm just afraid that I might have wronged you. " As he spoke, he scanned his reaction with his eyes.

As Han King and Zhu Gaoxi's man, Wang Zhenliang naturally wanted to win over Zhong Dong to serve Zhu Gaoxi. At this time, Wang Zhenliang was somewhat nervous about Zhu Gaoxi's decision. He saw Zhong Yu clasping his hands together and said, "Zhong Yue thanks King Zhao for his compliment, but I haven't learned anything yet. I'm afraid that I've failed to live up to your teachings, please allow me to report this to you in the future …"

"Hey! You better not fail to appreciate my kindness! " Following the voice, Yang Zhongkun came out from behind Zhu Gaosui, curled his lips and said: "Long live Zhao Wang thinks highly of you, and gives you face. Don't you want to get better? " He had always held a grudge against the Dongfang family for taking such a great loss. Today, he was taking this opportunity to take revenge.

Zhu Gaosui was very dissatisfied after being rejected in front of Yang Zhongkun. He looked to the side and pretended not to hear Yang Zhongkun's words.

Wang Zhenqing was obsessed with poetry and poetry and not as keen on politics as his parents and brothers. However, he was not stupid. Naturally, he understood the reason behind his brother and Zhu Gaosui's increasing goodwill towards the East. Since he was the one who invited Dongfang Zhongyu, of course he couldn't see his friend in a dilemma. After all, Zhu Gaosui was a prince, but what the heck was Yang Zhongkun!

Wang Zhenqing took a step forward and berated: "My third brother is talking to my friend, who are you? You don't know the rules this way, do you even have the right to speak here? " He denounced Yang Zhongkun as Zhu Gaosui, implying that Dongfang Zhongyu was my friend, and no one was allowed to bully him.

He was the emperor's nephew, Yang Zhongkun did not dare to retort even after being scolded. Zhu Gaosui naturally knew that his cousin was stubborn. Even if he was unhappy, he didn't want to quarrel with him in public. For a time, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Seeing that Wang Zhenqing and Zhu Gaosui had nothing to do with each other, Dongfang Zhongyu really liked this bookworm. He cupped his fist towards Zhu Gaosui and said: "I have long heard of King Zhao's benevolent and righteous name. "But …" But what? " Zhu Gaosui asked with his eyes wide open.

"Heh …" I told King Zhao not to be angry, "Dongfang Zhongyu intentionally glanced at Yang Zhongkun and said in a low voice," Some of your subordinates relied on your reputation to be domineering outside, doing things that are unfair and unfair, they are tired of your reputation!

"There's such a thing?" It was impossible to get what he wanted today, so Zhu Gaosui didn't want to get too close to Zhang Yang. After all, many of the royal family members were nearby, so he said, "Thank you, Young Master Dongfang, for reminding me, I have to check this matter out when I get back. Thank you." The match's about to start, I have to go back … "

After Zhu Gaosui took his people and left, he pulled Dongfang Zhongyue to sit down. Seeing that Dongfang Zhongyu didn't even want to pay for Zhu Gaosui's account, Wang Zhenliang also went to the side to chat with the others.

The moment Li Zhuangxian sat down, he saw Wang Zhenqing glaring at him angrily. He asked in bewilderment, "Second brother, why did I provoke you?" "What do you think?" Wang Zhenqing demanded, "How did King Zhao know Brother Dongfang was coming?"

"How would I know?" Li Zhuangxian said in dissatisfaction, "You have to ask Third Bro about this, why are you asking me?" I was annoyed by his insolence, so I asked you. " Wang Zhenqing chased after him and asked, "You didn't tell anyone about Brother Dong Fang's arrival?"

"I didn't …" Wu Tie stopped mid-sentence. He looked at Dongfang Zhongyue and said hesitatingly: "Big Brother Zhen Liang asked me and I've already said it. I won't tell anyone else, I swear." "Forget it, it's not like there's a need to swear on anything big." Dongfang Zhongyue thought: Wang Zhenliang and Zhu Gaosui are not on the same vine, of course they won't tell him, it can only mean that Zhu Gaosui has eyes and ears at Wang Zhenliang's side.

Wang Zhenqing calmed his expression and said, "I'll believe you just this once." "Zhuang Xian, it's not that I'm complaining, it's that Brother Dongfang's status is a bit special. It's not that you don't know what my big brother is up to, but that you don't want to get involved with them." I didn't! "My terrifying imperial uncle was infuriated …" Li Zhuangxian suddenly raised his hand and pointed. "It's here …"

Dongfang Zhongyu looked up and saw eight people being led into the field by two officers. Among these eight people, some were tall and some were short, some were fat and some were thin. One of the women was without a doubt Zhang Yujing, and the other was a bald monk.

Wang Zhenliang felt sorry for Dongfang Zhongyue, so he politely explained: Today's finals were divided into four groups of eight, and the four victors were divided into two groups. Once again, the victor would be wuxiaozhuan. Matching was very simple — drawing lots and following the orders of the heavens.

At the same time as he explained, the other side had already drawn lots, but there was no sign of a fight. Li Zhuangxian muttered, "It seems that they are waiting for their Imperial Uncle to come!"

Half an hour later, the sound of hooves could be heard as a team of thirty to forty blade-bearing guards escorted a yellow-robed man out of the Sky Bearing Sect. From afar, the man in the yellow robe had a strong figure and a big beard floating in front of his chest.

Dongfang Zhongyue was staring at him, and the blood in his heart was churning. Brother Dongfang, "Li Zhuangxian said," My uncle has a beautiful beard, right? Dongfang Zexuan hummed a couple of times, but he didn't give a direct answer.

Dozens of guards held Chengzu Emperor as they sat down on the mat. A gong was set up and two competitors walked onto the stage. The two of them did not speak and just engaged in battle.

As the old saying goes, there are mountains beyond the mountains, and there are people beyond the people. Those who came to participate in the wuxiaozhuan Competition and were able to kill five rounds, where was the free hand? However, he was afraid of competing in kung fu. He would only know what kung fu was if he was more skilled in it. After three exchanges, two people had determined the difference in strength. One of them kicked the other to the ground, but after half a day, he gave up.

The second person to go on stage was the monk and a tall and thin man. Wang Zhenqing suddenly asked, "Brother Dongfang, who do you think will win?" Wang Zhenqing laughed, "Brother Dongfang, it's not like we've seen them fight, how do we judge?"

"Then I will just make a wild guess," Dongfang Zhong smiled and said, "I guess Monk will win." I don't believe it, "Li Zhuangxian shook his head and said," It's fine if you have a strong body, but I guess the skinny and tall one wins. Wang Zhenqing was also interested, "I will be the referee. Whoever loses will be treated to a meal."

While they were speaking, the two people on the stage had already taken action. The tall and thin monk had long arms and legs, and his attack range was a full four to five feet.

Li Zhuangxian became happy, "Brother Dongfang, looks like you have to treat us!" Don't be in such a hurry, the competition isn't over yet! " Dongfang Zhongzhong laughed and said: "First fat is not fat, but later fat is strong! Just watch! "

The tall and thin man's fists were sharp and precise. Every time he made a move, he would shout out loudly to boost the monk's momentum. The monk moved nimbly and dodged the opponent's fists and kicks before they could even arrive. The tall and thin man gradually got angry as he lost his points. He made more frequent moves, wishing he could knock his opponent down with a single strike.

The more the Orient saw of his impetuosity, the less likely it was that he would last. Sure enough, in less than a quarter of an hour, the tall and skinny man's punches and kicks slowed down. They were no longer as fierce as before, and the monk took the opportunity to launch an attack.

Monk's martial arts were fierce and fierce. Each of his punches and kicks were full of vigor. Sometimes, the tall and skinny man could not dodge and could only take it head on. Every time, he was forced to take two or three steps back. Wang Zhenqing laughed, "Zhuang Xian, you're going to lose!" Li Zhuangxian was still being stubborn, "It's not over yet. Your conclusion is a little early, isn't it?

Just as he finished his sentence, the monk suddenly kicked the thin, tall man in the calf with a kick. The latter could not help but sway uncontrollably. The monk took this opportunity to leap forward and land a palm and a fist on his chest. The tall and thin man staggered five or six steps back before plopping down on the ground.

"Hey! So big! " Li Zhuangxian was quite dejected and asked: "Brother Dongfang, how can you tell that monk will win?" It's very simple, "Dongfang Zexuan said," That person is tall, but his hair is floating in the air, which means that his lower body is unstable, and his skills are definitely not up yet. On the other hand, the monk is very calm and steady, and he has a feeling of weightlessness, his kung fu is definitely better. "

"Oh …" Li Zhuangxian admired in his heart, and asked again: "If you compare yourself with a monk, who is stronger?" Dongfang Zhongyu replied, "We are not in the same league." He only spoke of the path, but he didn't say who was stronger and who was weaker.

Li Zhuangxian was about to ask further when he saw the only female contestant, Zhang Yujing, walk onto the stage. He immediately forgot to ask, "Coming, coming. Brother Dong Fang, let's see how she wins!"

He only saw the side of Zhang Yujing's face a moment ago. At this moment, Dongfang Zhongyu finally saw Zhang Yujing's true face. She was eighteen or nineteen years old and had a round face. Her eyes were large and bright, her nose was straight, and her chin was pointed.

Her opponent was Darkman, who was in his twenties. He was exceptionally vigorous and vigorous, as if he had an inexhaustible amount of strength. Zhang Yujing cupped his fists like a man and said, "It's time to end the competition just like that. Please make your move!" "Huh?" Dongfang Zhongyu's heart skipped a beat as he thought: "Could it be her …"