With the conclusion of the preliminary examination of the martial arts competition, the attention of the people of the capital on the martial arts competition quickly shifted from general discussions to the eight warriors who had qualified for the imperial city competition.
As one of them, Chu Fan naturally received great attention.
Even the business at Jufu Tower where he stayed was much busier than usual. Many diners came to Jufulou Tower for no other reason than to catch a glimpse of Chu Fan, so that they could have more to talk about in the future.
In the streets and alleys, everyone is talking about who among the eight young masters can finally win the championship, become the martial arts champion of this year, and marry Princess Longguo.
For a time, the eight people who were about to enter the imperial city to compete became the most dazzling stars in Daqian Capital.
Dong Dong...
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
In Room A, Chu Fan frowned slightly, he had already told no one to disturb him.
At this time, the waiter's voice came from outside the door: "Master Niu, the young master from Mr. Li's family is here."
Chu Fan thought about it for a moment, then stood up and opened the door to welcome him out. He saluted an elegant young man outside the door: "Brother Li!"
The young man immediately responded with a salute: "Brother Niu!"
Chu Fan then waved: "Please come inside."
This elegant young man whom Chu Fan calls 'Brother Li' is none other than Li Xingsong, the eldest son of Mr. Li, the Minister of War who sent him the famous invitation.
After entering the house and taking a seat, Li Xingsong went straight to the point: "My father is sweeping the couch tonight, and I would like to ask Brother Niu to show his favor!"
"Thank you Master Li for your kindness, but the Imperial City Competition is approaching, and I must recharge my batteries." After a pause, Chu Fan asked: "By the way, Brother Li, do you have any clues about what I asked you last time?"
Although he was rejected by Chu Fan, Li Xingsong kept his face and smiled: "How dare I neglect the things Brother Niu asked me to do."
With that said, Li Xingsong took out a pamphlet from his sleeve and handed it to Chu Fan.
Chu Fan unfolded the pamphlet and read it carefully.
The content recorded in the booklet is the information of the other seven people who participated in the imperial city competition. The reason why Chu Fan dated Li Xingsong was for this information.
After a while, Chu Fan closed the booklet.
The information provided by Li Xingsong was basically consistent with the information he had previously found on the market, and was more detailed.
Seeing Chu Fan close the book, Li Xingsong said: "With Brother Niu's ability, we should be able to deal with the others. The only ones who are really troublesome are those three!"
Chu Fan nodded lightly.
The three people Li Xingsong refers to are Xia Ying, the son of Marquis Jingbian, who is also known as the Little Marquis, Cheng Hu, a disciple of Laomiao Zhu, and Lu Guanjie, the third son of the Lu family.
According to the customary classification of Daqian world, these three people have reached the level of first-class masters, and they all have a glimpse of the potential of masters.
According to Chu Fan's estimation, Xiaohou Xia Ying is the strongest. Among the nine apertures, she is probably the only one who can open the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows.
Cheng Hu and Lu Guanjie may be slightly weaker, but they should also be at the stage of the seventh orifice, or the beginning of the eighth orifice.
Therefore, facing these three people, Chu Fan, who only had three orifices of cultivation, had little chance of winning.
Because Xia Ying, Cheng Hu, and Lu Guanjie were able to achieve this level of cultivation at such a young age, it shows that not only are they extremely talented, but the techniques they practice and the guidance they receive should be unusual.
And this made up for the gap in martial arts skills between them and Chu Fan.
Although he had a winning streak all the way, Chu Fan was not dazzled by the victory. He knew very well how much he weighed, so he would never underestimate the enemy on such a critical issue.
As soon as his thoughts changed, Chu Fan asked: "Brother Li, do you know where the three of them live?"
Li Xingsong was a little confused: "You want to visit them at this time?"
Chu Fan smiled: "I'm just a little curious, so I asked casually."
Li Xingsong did not doubt that he was there. He thought for a while and replied: "Lu Guanjie should be the Lu family. Cheng Hu seems to live in the Dragon Temple in the east of the city. I really don't know where the young marquis is."
Chu Fan cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much!"
Seeing that Chu Fan wanted to see off his guests, Li Xingsong stood up and returned the gift while congratulating: "Brother Niu, I wish you win the first prize in one fell swoop!"
After sending Li Xingsong away, Chu Fan closed the door and murmured: "Lu Mansion..."
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Lu Mansion.
Bang bang bang...
A rapid sound of fists and kicks resounded throughout the Lu Mansion's martial arts arena.
I saw a young man in the field being surrounded by four warriors wearing armor.
The four armored warriors used all the most powerful and powerful killing techniques in the army, but against the young man, they could not gain even half an advantage.
After knocking down the four people one by one with several consecutive moves, the young man said: "Not enough, not enough!"
The leading armored warrior stood up and said: "Third Young Master, your flying sand force has become extremely proficient. Even Xia Ying may not be able to resist it!"
The young man shook his head: "No, Xia Ying only needs five moves at most to deal with you, but I used a full fifteen moves. This is the difference!"
The armored warriors were immediately speechless.
The maid on the side stepped forward and offered a sweat towel, and said with a sweet smile: "Master, you are really too harsh on yourself."
After taking the sweat scarf, the young man said: "If I can't defeat Xia Ying and Cheng Hu, my martial arts training will be in vain."
The maid said: "Didn't you already win many people?"
"Them?" The young man chuckled and said, "Except for Xia Ying and Cheng Hu, everyone else is just a bunch of trash!"
A servant came to the martial arts arena and asked the young man: "Sir, dinner is ready."
The young man ordered: "Send it to my room first!"
"yes!"
Soon, several servants placed a table of sumptuous meals in the young man's room, then closed the door in a polite manner and exited.
At this moment, in the deserted room, the bronze mirror on the table shone with an inexplicable halo.
Then, a white hand suddenly stretched out from the mirror, towards the dining table not far away, and flicked it with a finger.
Whoa...
In an instant, a small powdery object drew an arc and accurately fell into the sumptuous meal on the table.
Then the hand that stretched out the mirror slowly withdrew.
Click...
When the hand completely retracted into the mirror, there was a sudden crunching sound on the mirror, and then, three cracks appeared strangely on the originally intact mirror.
These three cracks are intertwined together, like a twisted word "meter" written on the mirror surface.
Soon, the room fell into silence again.
After a while, the young man led the maid, opened the door and walked into the room.
After practicing martial arts for a day, his taste was greatly improved, so he put the food in his mouth and put it in his mouth. It wasn't until he finished eating the entire table that he noticed the broken bronze mirror not far away and asked: "Bronze Mirror"
Why did it break?"
The maid on the side quickly stepped forward to check, and then said doubtfully: "Hey, it will still be fine in the morning!"