Drums are beating and the imperial flag is flying.
The Shifang Martial Arts Arena is divided into hundreds of areas, with two contestants competing in each area.
Whoever beats three people in a row will win and advance to the next round of archery competition. If he loses, he will be eliminated. The rules are simple and rough.
For a moment, the martial arts arena became noisy.
The sounds of fighting, shouting, and discussions almost drowned the place.
Qin Yun sat on the high platform, looking at the dazzling competition below, and was slightly shocked.
There are quite a lot of capable people in Daxia, and their martial arts are beyond the limit. There are people who can crack a stone slab with just one kick.
"Mr. Liu, I'm very happy to congratulate you. I didn't expect you to have such an outstanding son. It's true that a tiger father has no dog son!"
"Haha, thank you very much." Liu Ziyi smiled and held his hands in his hands, and then said proudly: "A dog is a mediocre person, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."
Qin Yun followed his line of sight and saw that in an area, a young man in brocade robes had easily won and was waiting for his next opponent.
This young man is Liu Ziyi's second son, Liu Mang. Just by looking at his appearance, you can tell that he is an aristocratic son.
He was secretly unhappy and did not want the children of these powerful officials to win and hold military positions. This was inconsistent with his philosophy of suppressing powerful officials.
Just when he was expecting someone who could fight and smash Liu Mang to pieces, a figure took the initiative and walked up.
That's Yan Zhong!
I don't know if it was a coincidence or something, but Yan Zhong and Liu Mang happened to be facing each other. Upon seeing this, Qin Yun's eyes lit up instantly.
In this martial arts competition, the person he most admired and wanted to reuse most was Yan Zhong.
It would be great if Yan Zhong defeated Liu Mang.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Liu's second son is brave and invincible. He once hunted an adult tiger with his bare hands in the barren mountains. He has also been familiar with the art of war since he was a child. This time he is the favorite for the No. 1 Scholar."
"I don't know who is more powerful than Yan Zhong, who was pardoned by His Majesty just now to participate in the competition?" Wang Wei cupped his hands and said to Qin Yun with a smile.
Kill a tiger with your bare hands?
Qin Yun raised his eyebrows, it seemed that Wu Song's tiger killing was not a legend.
If a guy like Liu Ziyi could give birth to such a brave son, he might not be his biological son, right? He squinted at Liu Ziyi, a powerful minion, and secretly slandered him.
"My son will definitely win! He is just a rough guy from the countryside, a low-class man, and has no qualifications to compare with my son." Liu Ziyi said very arrogantly.
His words won the acquiescence of most ministers.
The status gap is an insurmountable gap in Daxia.
"Your Majesty, you may have made a mistake this time. This Yan Zhong may not be a match for Young Master Liu."
"You have made an exception once and allowed Yan Zhong and others to participate in the martial arts competition again. If Yan Zhong is defeated again and you use it again, it will fall into the ears of interested people. I am afraid that it will be unfair to slander His Majesty." Wang Wei said softly, with a hint of meaning between the lines.
There is a hint of yin and yang in it.
Qin Yun raised his eyebrows sideways: "Really? The competition hasn't even started yet, Wang Aiqing, are you so confident in Liu Mang?"
Wang Wei bowed and spoke impeccably: "Your Majesty, it's not just the veteran who has confidence. I'm afraid that Lord Wei Zheng, Lord Liu, and most of the civil and military officials think so, right?"
Afterwards, Wei Zheng and others all showed expressions of agreement.
Originally, Liu Mang was really capable of fighting, and he was well-known in the imperial capital. Coupled with his status as a noble, these ministers had no reason not to like him.
"What if Liu Mang loses?" Qin Yun said with a smile, he also had confidence in Yan Zhong.
Wang Wei and Liu Ziyi looked at each other and blurted out one after another: "No way, they are just villagers from Yanzhong Township!"
"The dog will win, even if it takes only one hand, it can defeat Yan Zhong!"
Qin Yun smiled faintly. In addition to looking down on Yan Zhong, these two people were probably implying that they were not accurate in judging people. It was unfair to let the unsuccessful people come in again to participate.
Huh, I have to slap you in the face hard today!
"Since the two dear friends are unanimously optimistic about Young Master Liu Mang and are very confident, why not have a bet with me to add some luck to today's martial arts competition?" Qin Yun said with a smile.
Wang Wei's old eyes flashed, and he slowly raised his hands and said: "Your Majesty, may I ask how to bet?"
"If Liu Mang wins, I will make the decision and hand over the Qinglong Guard to him!"
"Moreover, make him Marquis of Li County!" Qin Yundao said.
Hearing this, Liu Ziyi's eyes flashed green.
Taking charge of the title of Marquis Qinglongweijia is simply a pie in the sky!
Isn't that why he asked his son to prepare for so long? Liu Ziyi was so excited that he wanted to agree, but Wang Wei was steady and patiently asked, "Your Majesty, what if the two of you lose?"
Qin Yun grinned and said: "If you two lose, then in front of everyone in the world, put on the shoes of this so-called country man."
Upon hearing this, Wang Wei and Liu Ziyi's faces changed instantly and became a little ugly.
They were all ministers of the dynasty, with noble backgrounds and profound knowledge. It was simply an insult to put shoes on for a country man!
No matter how much Liu Mang hoped to win, they had already lost face by accepting this bet.
Upon hearing this, all the ministers around him were silent and it was difficult to interrupt.
Just when everyone thought Wang Wei and Liu Ziyi would not accept it, Wang Wei hesitated and handed over his hands very readily: "Your Majesty, I am willing to take a gamble. I hope your Majesty can abide by the agreement."
Liu Ziyi couldn't resist the temptation and gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty, I have great confidence in Quanzi and am willing to take a gamble."
Hearing this, the corners of Qin Yun's mouth rose.
The power of Qinglongwei is a great temptation for the two of them. If the competition continues like this, Liu Mang may not be able to win the top prize in martial arts. If there is a simpler through train, why wouldn't they do it?
Although the terms of the bet are not pleasant, the two of them firmly believe that Liu Mang will crush Yan Zhong and win!
"Okay, okay, you and I, the monarch and my ministers, have made an agreement, and hundreds of officials will bear witness!" Qin Yun said with great enthusiasm, appearing very natural.
Seeing this, Wang Wei couldn't help but glance at Qin Yun suspiciously. Is this a trick by His Majesty?
Talking room.
Fighting has begun in the center of the martial arts arena.
Yan Zhong made a horse stance, which was as stable as a rock, but his movements were a little rough.
This caused Liu Mang to laugh sarcastically: "You guys from the countryside, I advise you to admit defeat on your own to avoid injury. Otherwise, I will not be interested in sending you to the hospital."
Yan Zhong has a calm gaze and is not disturbed by external objects. Underneath his simplicity, he has a heart that is absolutely determined to win!
He traveled thousands of miles to the imperial capital just for this day, how could he lose?
"ah!"
He suddenly shouted loudly, exerted enough strength with his right hand, and punched out like a black dragon out of the sea. He had the courage to be unstoppable by ten thousand people!
This Yan Zhong not only has brute strength, he is also a master of training!
Liu Mang underestimated his arrogance and did not react for a moment. His arm was numbed by the punch, and he retreated continuously, almost falling!
"If you don't eat the toast, you'll be fined with wine, don't blame me!"
Liu Mang cursed and quickly counterattacked.
At this time, Liu Ziyi was in a rage in the stands.
"You bastard, how dare these rough guys in this country attack my son!"
"Your Majesty, this is against the rules. How can you allow such a villain to enter the martial arts competition? Yan Zhong should be judged as a failure!" Liu Ziyi was excited, blowing his beard and staring.