"Slow down!"

Ma Rui frowned when he heard the sound. Before he could see the person clearly, someone else stopped him. It was the young man in purple robe in the hotel lobby. He was still righteous and said righteously: "Young Master Tang! You are Ma Rui's uncle. How can you be considered a discussion of the big guys?!"

The person who challenged Ma Rui was Tang Chuan of the Tang clan, and the one who attended Ma Rui's wedding. He was nearly thirty years old and was Tang Can's cousin, Ma Rui's cousin.

It is indeed too unfair to challenge with such an identity. Even the people around who love to watch the fun can't stand it and blame them one after another.

"How can I have the qualifications of seeking truth and practicing Taoism?" Tang Chuan was embarrassed, but he was unable to get on the verge of a tiger. He grumbled with a tough forehead: "Can I still hurt my nephew? Isn't this fat and water flowing to the outsiders' fields?"

Ma Rui can be regarded as a celebrity in Shanhe County in the past two days, and his reputation is even comparable to Yang Dianfeng who is about to join Shanhe Sect. Defeating such an opponent can not only get the reward of Yang Clan Chief Wuji Yulu, but also make a name for himself!

"This is suspected of being favoritism and fraud, and getting rewards!" The young man in purple robe looked solemn and upright. He looked up at the head of the Yang family on the high platform. After saluting respectfully, he said loudly: "In order to uphold justice, the younger Hu Duanshan is willing to challenge Master Ma Rui!"

This Hu Duanshan is also quite famous, but what is known is not his cultivation level in the later stage of the wood-attribute foundation building, but his fanatical worship of his idol Yang Dianfeng.

This young man is one year younger than Yang Dianfeng. He usually regards Yang Dianfeng as his idol and often regards himself as Yang Dianfeng's close companion. He is most disgusting to others to evaluate his idol. Even if he praises, he will blush and teach others the wrong angle of praise.

Because he visited Chuiyun Town many times and was familiar with many younger generations of the Yang family, the Yang clan leader also recognized it.

However, the leader Yang was in distress and stared at this junior who was half his family. Now he just wanted to find a reason to flatly reject the challenge of the party!

What a joke, others don’t know Ma Rui’s strength! But last night, all the Yang family were slapped by this hidden boy. How could they watch their juniors who are inclined to die now?

Everyone was waiting for the first contest to be approved by the Clan Chief Yang, and another buzzing sound sounded in the jar, but the accent was too heavy, which made people difficult to understand: "Talk! Boy! I advised me to lick it halfway, and I wanted to have a good opinion on my confidant! Bo is a fair word!"

The person who spoke was the sturdy man who was excited about the brothel in the inn lobby before. He was now sitting on a stone pier. It can be seen that his status was not high. Clan Chief Yang vaguely remembered the small boss of the fabric chamber of commerce. He followed his father to sell goods, and was not from Shanhe County at all.

Hu Duanshan, who had always been at the commanding height of morality, looked shocked, his face turned pale and his eyes were vicious. He stared at the other party as if he wanted to eat people, and said fiercely: "I sit up straight and walk right! If you report your name, I will compete with you!"

Hu Duanshan was so angry that his filthiness in his heart was exposed to his face, and he wished he could cut the other party!

"Whether straight or bent inside is related to the hair?" The strong man also blushed, stood up, clasped his fists and said, "The hair is Changshan Zhao licking the dragon! Zhao, the surname Zhao! The dragon licking the dragon!"

I was really sleepy and someone gave me a pillow! Clan Chief Yang was delighted, and the savior was here!

After all, Hu Duanshan is in the late stage of foundation building, and his peers are only a little shorter than Yang Dianfeng. Is it possible that he will lose for these younger generations of the Chamber of Commerce who do not even have a fixed place to practice?

"I'm OK!" Clan Chief Yang was very happy and announced happily: "This Zhao Silong, please come to the high platform with Young Master Hu!"

"It's a dragon lick!" The man was unhappy and shouted while walking: "Cang licks!"

It turned out to be Zhao Tianlong.

Everyone laughed, but at least they both stepped onto the high platform and stood opposite each other to take action.

Judging from the expression on his face, the two of them were about the same age, but Zhao Tianlong was obviously superior in physical shape. Not to mention that he was a big taller, his body was even more thick as Hu Duanshan. His arms, which could not be covered by a short shirt, were kneaded and had no weapons. He directly picked up the longest weapon - a spear from the weapon stand next to him. He held the bottom of his hands, as if he was holding a fishing rod, standing foolishly on the stage.

Hu Duanshan untied the layers of wrapping on his back and showed off a simple and green sword with water marks on the sword body. He was carved with dragons and phoenixes on the sword grid. It was clearly used by martial artists, but he had a half-foot scarlet sword robe and a purple robe and ribbon of the sword master, making him look like a flowing and handsome young hero.

"Remind the two of you to compete, just click to stop!" Clan Yang saw both sides posing and waved his arms: "The competition begins!"

"Sword, Four Symbols!" Surprisingly, Hu Duanshan was included in the book of martial arts as soon as he started the battle. He had no humility and etiquette at all, and he was a killer move.

Four bright white sword auras lit up slightly, and as everyone exclaimed, they headed straight for Zhao Tianlong.

Being close friends with Yang Dianfeng, Hu Duanshan obviously did not intend to stop the battle with injuries. He ran to his shoulders with two virtual moves, and the actual move was to go to the other side's door and dantian!

It's a fatal blow to a hit!

Hu Duanshan just wants to win quickly. After all, if you want to get more rewards, you must win more. A protracted battle is not possible!

The sword energy is still flying, and Zhao Tianlong moves!

"ha!"

There was no way to deal with it at all, so I just raised my spear and slashed it down as a sword.

The long gun body cut through the air, like the howling of the strong wind, directly slapped the upper and lower sword energy, and smashed it hard on the blue bricks, causing many stone fragments to break out.

The two virtual sword energy did not disappear, and hit Zhao Tianlong's shoulders, but only caused a slight wound like hair.

Zhao Tianlong had no time to care about his shoulders, because a substantial sword scattered with green light had penetrated silently into his chest.

Similar to Yang Dianfeng's moves, Hu Duanshan quickly approached to prepare for the next move when the opponent was dealing with the Four Swords of Sword and Fairy. Even if the Four Sword and Fairy did not cause direct damage, it could at least serve as a cover.

Now is the time to reap the results!

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Hu Duanshan's mouth, and he shouted again: "Jiandao, a lineage!"

There was a burst of exclamation and praise under the high platform, and it was another martial art that was included in the book! It was just the first move.

Seeing that the green light on the green sword was flourishing, an almost solid sword energy was about to be born. If this sword went down, the entire bottle of Wuji Yulu would be useless. After all, the heart pointed to by the sword tip might be broken by the sword energy!

"Hey!"

When everyone couldn't help but dodge their gaze, a metallic palm grabbed the blade. Although it was bloody in an instant, the force of a palm also shattered the newly condensed sword energy.

Everyone, including Hu Duanshan, was stunned! What kind of routine is this?

But the next moment, Hu Duanshan couldn't think anymore. It was not that the sword was removed from his hands, but that the sword was removed from his hands.

A fist that was as big as a golden kettle hit Hu Duanshan's face. Suddenly, a purple figure swung over half of the platform like a broken string. After falling to the ground, it bounced up again, and then collapsed on the ground like a flesh-and-length chop, sank on the ground, and then sank on the ground like a cutlet without bones, leaving no sound.

"Vajra Fist!" Zhao Tianlong shouted clearly until the other party was almost dead.

This is probably a technique similar to Ma Rui's hot hands, but Ma Rui transforms into hot air, while Zhao Tianlong transforms into metal.

No wonder he dared to catch the blade with his bare hands. Although the hand holding the green sword was full of flesh, it obviously did not hurt his muscles and bones. He was still fiddling with the expensive long sword.

"The winner, Zhao Tianlong!" Clan Chief Yang was so angry that his whole body was trembling. Zhao Tianlong was obviously pretending to be stupid. This Vajra Fist was at least at the late stage of foundation building!

Moreover, when I used the spear as a weapon before, I was simply misleading Hu Duanshan, making the other party mistakenly think that he wanted to win with the spear, but in fact, I was waiting for the other party to get closer!

"Hehe, there are still few brothels inside!" Zhao Tianlong made Hu Duanshan's face deformed with one punch. He threw the sword over and inserted it diagonally on the sand not far from the purple figure, and turned to the head of the Yang clan leader: "Class leader, reward for the nest?"

Clan Chief Yang nodded awkwardly, and immediately someone brought a small plate of green liquid, covering only the bottom layer.

Zhao Tianlong immediately painted some on his palm holding the sword, and immediately stopped bleeding when he saw the wound. He walked off the stage happily, and stopped paying attention to the opponent who was helped up on the stage and was bleeding and tears.

The spectators were talking about it and thought that Zhao Tianlong was not simple. Although he was just a businessman, he needed to get to know him. As for the number one fan of Yang Dianfeng, Hu Duanshan, he could only sigh that he was unfortunate. He was too close to the Yang family and had a genetic disease that Yang family had to be poor, which caused the masters to suffer.

"Are there anyone willing to discuss and ask?" Clan Yang felt the scene a little cold and asked on his own initiative.

The first competition was a bit unexpected, and even the scene was a bit violent and bloody, which caused everyone who was eager to try to restrain their commotion. The sword was eyeless, the fists were ruthless, and they were just trying to earn some magic medicine. If they were injured, wouldn’t they be in vain in the end?

No one is willing to stand up again, which makes Clan Yang a little embarrassed.

As the old saying goes, it is good or bad, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided.

No one remembered why the two of them had started fighting just now, but the Tang family’s young master remembered that he even felt that his good luck had finally come!

"Nephew!" Tang Chuan came to Ma Rui again and shook his eyes and said, "Let's have a chance to discuss!"

Tang Chuan is one of the few "his own family members" who have seen Ma Rui's entire wedding. Because he is Ma Rui's uncle, he can talk to the Ma family to learn more details.

For example, he knew that Ma Rui's so-called rejection of the Huajian Sect was actually just not wanting to be kept by the maid. Not only did the incense master never invite Ma Rui, he also looked disgusted, which shows that Ma Rui's strength is low.

And afterwards, Ma Ping'an, the accountant of the Ma family, told Tang Chuan at the banquet that the owner of the Huajian Sect who was sent to Ma Rui's room just fainted on the side of the road, and something happened by chance. It was still uncertain what happened in the room at night. At most, Ma Rui was brave and took advantage of the situation.

In short, according to the information Tang Chuan knew, this nephew is lucky and has a good time toward women, but his strength is still the same thing!

"Uncle, do you just want Wuji Yulu so much?" Ma Rui was in a bad mood today. He just saw the scenery improve a little, but he didn't expect that such a bad person came. He suddenly felt that he was too kind?

"Hi!" The uncle with a glossy face smiled quite complacently, raised his eyebrows and said, "I have a reward for my family, so why not?"

"Can you ask what level of cultivation you are?" Ma Rui was a little worried. After all, his monster's ability is limited. If the other party is in the Dan-Cultivation Stage, it may not be able to fight.

"Oh, my uncle is not talented." Tang Chuan's words were very modest, but his attitude was arrogant: "A mere mid-stage of foundation building."

The current meaning is that you don’t think too much about this Qi Refining Period and give in.

Before Ma Rui could express further, the patriarch Yang could no longer help: "In the next game, Mr. Ma Rui will play against Tang Chuan!"

Why do you talk so much nonsense? Can you stop you if you seek death?

Most people did not hear the trick from the title of Yang Clan Chief. Only a few people found it a little strange, including Tang Chuan himself. He is a little famous at the age of thirty, so of course he should be called a young master. This Yang Clan Chief is probably old and has said the wrong name.

He really needed a point of venting, Ma Rui thought while walking towards the platform.

Now, not only can we protect our Ma family sphere of influence, but we also have no golden fingers that can gain the ability of monsters. In addition, we have overly rejected the invitation of Shanhe Sect before, which has resulted in our lack of strength or background at present, and has become a soft persimmon that can be beaten. Just like this kind of problem in front of us is probably coming one after another.

People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden, which will remain unchanged forever.

His past useless physique was not aggressive and acted too friendly and harmless, but instead made others think it was easy to bully. Before, Yang Dianfeng thought so, Yang Zhi thought so, and even Yang Shibei and his daughter thought so, which caused great trouble to themselves and even many crises.

So, how can I get others to dispel this idea?

Ma Rui raised his eyes and squeezed out a harmless smile at his uncle.
Chapter completed!