It seems that Sun Fanfeng asked for his opinion, but in fact he was determined.

The young men have long lost the fighting spirit of the literary test.

The poems chanted by Mo Yangyu? They are incomparable.

Even his poems can have hope and know the gap, but it is a state that can be achieved even if he works hard.

Lan Chen?

Forget it, it only depends on the sky.

Mo Yangyu was a little dissatisfied.

All these two games have been fully prepared, but now I say no?

Open your mouth, and you feel unevenly weak.

Although the poems and essays are different, they are all made of splicing words. Two articles have been prepared long ago... Not to mention that they have reached half the level of "wine will be in the wine", they are not qualified to compete with them.

What's more, I don't know if Lan Chen has a backup plan, so don't make things boring.

But in fact, Lan Chen really lost his backup plan, and his poems and essays were still successful. There are many things in his mind, but such highly targeted articles?

Lan Chen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and was glad that the first game was decided by poetry.

"There is no first in literature, but today, we are fortunate to witness it! Lan Chen, the winner is the second best Mo Yangyu, and Yang Sien."

"Please rest for a while, and then the final competition is here. I will ask the servants to clean up the competition platform."

"I hope Miao'er's Ruyi Langjun can be a person who is both civil and military, with no first in literature and no second in martial arts. For Sun's mansion, martial arts are the top priority. Those who win the martial arts exam can marry their little daughter."

After saying that, Sun Fanfeng slowly retreated from the stage, and his light frequently swept towards Mo Yangyu.

When the eyes are connected, only the elders have the expectations of the younger generation.

If the competition at the beginning was just for the fun and cheering the ancestor, and the cooperation between inside and outside was just for the formalities.

But now the emergence of the world has also caused omissions in meticulous strategies.

Sun Fanfeng said that, but in fact, it was just to quickly enter the next stage so as not to cause trouble.

Don’t look at the literary test, but Mo Yangyu’s specialty is the martial arts test!

Sure enough - Lan Chen couldn't help but think.

At the beginning, I saw the platform in the courtyard, which didn’t look like an opera singer, so it could only be a martial arts competition.

The Sun Mansion was all on the small platform, while the large platform was filled with various weapons for selection.

The young men who failed the literary test were eager to try it. This was the last opportunity, but when they realized that Mo Yangyu was present, they felt as uncomfortable as if they had eaten a fly.

The Mo family in Kunshan must have extraordinary abilities!

However, Lan Chen's thoughts were on Sun Fanfeng's naked favoritism.

Before the competition, it was publicly stated that only those who win the championship can marry their granddaughter.

What if one person takes it?

It’s impossible for two old men to serve a wife together, right? It’s obvious that Mo Yangyu is fixed from beginning to end.

I saw that something was wrong, so I changed my mind temporarily.

It doesn’t matter to the young masters. Anyway, there is no hope in the text test, so it’s better to rely on the martial arts test to work hard.

It was just a pain in Lan Chen. He shrugged, but he was fine. He suddenly realized that he was just focusing on martial arts and slightening literature.

Then...

Win the title again!

It’s okay to have both civil and military affairs!

Unfair treatment made Lan Chen ignite his desire to fight.

This desire burned away the previous fun mentality and also created the firmness in the eyes now.

The most annoying thing in this life is unfair things!

Soon, Sun Fanfeng also came to the front of the stage again. He waved his hand and said, "You guys have been waiting for a long time."

"The servants have prepared it. This competition will be held in the form of a ring."

"During the competition, you can punch and kick, stick and weapon, and it's awesome. You can also be injured when you see blood. Our people in the big knights are not that fragile, but remember to stop until they are not hurting their lives. The little girl does not have the ability to make the princes sacrifice their lives to fight."

"You can go up, give up, or you can beat up, or you can beat up. If you get off the stage, you will lose. There is only one chance, and you will eventually stay in..."

After a pause, as if fighting something in his mind, Sun Fanfeng slowly said, "The last ancestor, Sun Miaomiao's grandmother, will choose a grandson-in-law based on your performance. Of course, the strongest person must be the one who stays on the field in the end."

Lan Chen raised his eyebrows, and he felt that Sun Fanfeng was a little awkward because of his appearance.

What is this rule?

Defeating powerful enemies is still not the winner, but the ancestors will decide?

Extremely funny.

But the people who were eager to show it did not think it was too inappropriate. Instead, they were looking at the face of the birds looking at it. But under the influence of the hearts of the herd, there was no bird who could find out the sound of the wind for the time being.

"Brother Lan? Can't I pay it back?" Zhao Sien smiled, not only with more admiration in his tone, but also with more caution.

In terms of selfishness, he only recognized the "martial competition", which made him feel relieved.

Although he is not a strange person, he is still a little confident in his fist skills, and even feels that even if he is fighting with Mo Yangyu's strange person, he has a chance of winning.

Among them, Lan Chen is naturally the variable.

Can you write about the unarmed person who is waiting for a passion?

Whether it is true or not, Zhao Sien doesn't want to face such a variable as Lan Chen again.

"No hurry. Let's see what's going on."

"As far as the competition is concerned, it is nothing more than civil and military, or experience, or travel. Brother Lan has already amazing people in the literary exam. Could it be that he is not prepared for the martial arts exam?"

"It's really not." Lan Chen smiled and guessed Zhao Sien's little thoughts, but he said, "Why don't I come and ask Brother Zhao a question."

“Let me say.”

"Brother Zhao? Is he a stunning person?"

"I don't have that good life." Zhao Sien smiled bitterly, saying it was very similar to the food in the market, and it would be the same as if I wanted to buy it.

"That's all. Since the Mo family in Kunshan has been all the most powerful people for generations, Mo Yangyu must be the most powerful person. He is probably the one who can get the first place in this competition. If you don't focus on him, what can you do if you put your energy here?"

"This..." Lan Chen's straightforwardness really made Zhao Sien speechless.

Lan Chen continued, his tone even more sarcastic, "I understand Brother Zhao's meaning a little, I am just worried that I will keep a hand, you will become mantis and cicadas, and I will do the 'yellow bird'."

"But what's wrong?"

"How can those who are both civil and military in nature be defeated by such trivial matters? And aren't the big people who are in love with the world? Even if they are hurt by the tricks of evil people, justice is already in the hearts of people, and they will only be sad about such minor plots."

"Who is stronger and who is weaker is not based on who will appear later. The strong are in the hearts of the people."

"Besides, I'm not prepared. This martial arts test will be final."

After saying that, Lan Chen also swayed up.

He does not have the ability to fly with Qi.

But it wasn't like a fool, climbing up with both hands and feet, and easily reaching the half-person-high ring with a slight force.

Turning around and facing him, with a little arrogance and a little humility, Lan Chen bowed, "Lan Chen is here, I hope you can give me advice."

Chapter completed!