Zhao Ji, who was sitting in the center at the end of the steps of the main hall, had a panoramic view of the arena and everyone in the square, with a look of anticipation in her eyes.
"This kid has grown a lot taller." Zhao Ji's eyes turned to Yang Ming, who was standing on the ring in light armor, and there was something different in his eyes.
"Go and call him to the Ai family." Zhao Ji turned her head and ordered the maid next to her.
"yes."
Under the gaze of pairs of eyes, the palace maid walked down the steps and came to Yang Ming.
No matter how Yang Ming felt about Zhao Ji in his heart, in front of such a large public at this time, Yang Ming naturally could not and did not dare to be rude at all. Under the leadership of the palace maid, he climbed the steps step by step and came to Zhao Ji.
in front of.
"I humbly pay my respects to the Queen Mother." Yang Ming saluted.
Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming who was kneeling in front of her, but did not ask Yang Ming to get up immediately. Instead, she followed the top of Yang Ming's head and traced the line of his back to the ground behind Yang Ming.
"Although this little guy is kneeling in front of the Aijia now, looking honest, but in his heart, he may not be so obedient." Zhao Ji, who still remembered the grudge of being deceived last time, thought in her heart,
For a moment, there was no intention of letting Yang Ming get up.
Aijia just wants you to kneel down.
"Are you confident in this competition?" Zhao Ji pinched her throat and said as much majesty as possible.
"Reporting to the Queen Mother, I still have some confidence." Yang Ming straightened up and said.
"How dare you, who asked you to get up?" Zhao Ji said with a fierce expression when she saw Yang Ming's face.
"The Queen Mother is atoning for her sins. It's disrespectful of her humble position." In front of everyone, Yang Ming could only bend down and say, but in his heart, he had already scolded Zhao Ji eight times.
This boy is definitely scolding the Aijia in his heart now. Zhao Ji seems to have become smarter and said: "In this competition, you must win. If the person that the Aijia likes is defeated by others, the Aijia will be embarrassed."
Wu Guang, do you know how serious the consequences will be if the Ai family loses face?"
"I don't know how humble my position is," Yang Ming replied.
"If you can't become the captain of Ganquan Palace, then you can serve as a chamberlain beside the Ai family. If you are so unworthy, being a chamberlain doesn't require you to strive for anything." Zhao Ji threatened with malice.
Chamberlain? When Yang Ming heard this word, he felt a chill in his crotch. Although not all chamberlains in this era would be struck by that knife, the chamberlain accompanying Zhao Ji could not be an exception. He was not Lao Ai.
But there was no Lu Buwei to arrange everything for him.
Hearing Zhao Ji's words, the ladies surrounding her looked at Yang Ming curiously one by one. This young man who had only been noticed by many families not long ago seemed to be a little unusual. He could be so attracted by the Queen Mother Zhao.
'Close' treatment.
"I dare not disappoint the Queen Mother in my humble position." Yang Ming, who already wanted to strangle Zhao Ji to death, could only try his best to show his submission.
"Go down, the arena is about to begin." Zhao Ji waved her hand.
When Yang Ming walked down the steps, he saw a young man wearing Longxi Frontier Army armor standing on the stage.
"Longxi Li Jue." The young man cupped his hands and said.
"Huashan Yang Ming." Yang Ming returned the greeting.
"Please." Li Jue already showed his hands as he spoke.
"please."
While he was speaking, Li Jue had already launched an attack, with a pair of fists attacking Yang Ming like a torrential rain and wind.
"Brother from the Second Clan's Wind and Thunder Fist has already been completed." Among the challengers under the ring, a young man looked at the two figures fighting fiercely on the ring, scratching his light beard on his upper jaw, his eyes piercing.
The ground pondered.
"However, Brother Second Clan's Wind and Thunder Fist only has the power of a violent storm, but his opponent is a real violent storm. Brother Second Clan, please don't lose too badly. That will embarrass our Li family very much."
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Under the attention of pairs of eyes, Yang Ming faced the storm-like attacks, but he used the flowing clouds and flowing water of his cloud-dispelling palms to defend himself. Between the strokes of a pair of palms, a shallow cloud of air dispersed, but it blocked the opponent's attack.
All dissipated into nothingness.
"What is this kid doing? Is it possible that he really wants to be the servant of the Ai family?" Zhao Ji, who was still familiar with Yang Ming's martial arts, asked the female guard beside her.
"Back to the Queen Mother, maybe Yang Ming just doesn't want his opponent to lose too badly." The female guard said.
"Really? This is quite scheming." Zhao Ji murmured. She had already regarded Yang Ming as a little fox, so naturally she would not think that Yang Ming did this out of good intentions.
"This is the tenth move. Let's stop it here. It won't make your defeat too ugly."
Yang Ming once again used his gentle strength to turn the opponent's fist power into the invisible. He changed his palm posture and hit the opponent directly with the sky-shattering clouds, directly hitting the opponent's fist. Under the huge power, the opponent's fist
His arms were directly squeezed back and hit his chest, and his whole body was thrown away and fell under the ring.
Li Jue looked at Yang Ming who was looking at him condescendingly on the stage. His face turned blue and white, feeling frustrated and ashamed of defeat, but also grateful for Yang Ming's mercy.
"First match, Yang Ming wins." The chamberlain brought by Zhao Ji from Xianyang Palace said loudly.
"The second game begins." Zhao Ji said from the high platform. Want to rest? There is no door.
Following Zhao Ji's order, the second person stepped onto the ring. This time, it was an opponent with a gun.
"Shangjun Meng Yulin." The visitor said.
"Huashan Yang Ming."
Before he finished speaking, Meng Yulin pointed his spear at Yang Ming. He knew that he was no match for Yang Ming in terms of martial arts. All he could do was strike first, and maybe there was a chance of victory.
It's a pity that he was wrong, and very wrong. If he wanted to be as upright as Li Jue, Yang Ming would have taken into account his face and attacked him ten times, but he chose to strike first and Yang Ming was very careless.
How could Ming still care about his face?
As soon as his spear was thrust out, Yang Ming bypassed the spear point with the pace of a phantom of clouds and appeared directly in front of him. A row of cloud palms had already been printed on his chest, knocking him away.
Under the ring, when people hit the ground, they no longer knew what was going on.
Li Jue, who had just fought with Yang Ming, looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment and subconsciously touched his forehead. I had just fought with such a person to a close without knowing the outcome. He only fell at the eleventh move.
Defeated?
Is my martial arts too good, or is Meng Yulin's martial arts too bad? But on the way to Xianyang, I walked with Meng Yulin, and I didn't think his martial arts was very bad. What's going on?
In Li Jue's puzzled eyes, the third game has already begun.
"Yunze from Nanjun is good at swordsmanship, and his sword is named Zhanlang."
"Huashan Yang Ming is good at fighting." Yang Ming said with a calm smile.
In his sight, a big sword was slashing across him. Yang Ming made a backhand palm and pressed down on the spine of the sword. When the blade was reversed, Yang Ming dodged and retreated. He was already enveloped in the sword net.
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"Is it still ten moves this time?" Zhao Ji asked from the high platform.
"It should be that Yunze's sword seems to be almost hitting Yang Ming with every strike, but every strike misses by an inch. Obviously everything is under Yang Ming's control," the female guard said.
"Does it seem that he is very stable? Then there is no need to rest. I want to see how long he can last." Zhao Ji snorted coldly, but her eyes were still fixed on the ring. Although she did not understand martial arts,
But that doesn't stop her from finding fighting fun.
Sure enough, just as the female guard said, this time, Yunze still failed at the eleventh move.
Yunze, who was shot down from the stage, was holding his sword with one hand, but found that his body was no different. Only then did he realize that Yang Ming had shown mercy.
"Thank you." Yunze cupped his fists and thanked him.
In the following time, Yang Ming fought a total of twenty-two battles. Except for five of them, he won with one move, and the remaining seventeen battles were all defeated at the eleventh move.
"How many more games are there, it's getting boring." I wanted to see Yang Ming make a fool of himself, but I never thought that even though my buttocks were numb, Yang Ming still didn't show signs of weakness. I don't know how many men could be embarrassed by such endurance.
"Reporting to the Queen Mother, there are five more events scheduled for today." the female guard replied.
"There are still five games left, so let's wait and let him play a few more games." Zhao Ji straightened her back and cheered up.
In the ring, Yang Ming, who had only had a break after ten rounds, was regulating his internal strength. Although the continuous battle just now did not consume Yang Ming too much, it ensured that everyone could hold on for ten rounds.
He only failed at the eleventh move. It was still very tiring for Yang Ming, and he naturally felt tired.
Zhao Ji seemed to have noticed Yang Ming's situation. She wanted to make Yang Ming look embarrassed but she said again, "You want to rest, but the Ai family won't let you."
Just when Zhao Ji announced that she was going to start, Yang Ming, who was already impatient at Zhao Ji's difficulties, didn't want to let Zhao Ji go as he wished, so he said directly: "Wait a minute."
"What, are you going to admit defeat?" Zhao Ji asked someone to send a message to her.
"In this game, I want to fight five." Yang Ming said loudly.
"Really?" Zhao Ji leaned forward slightly so that she could see Yang Ming on the ring more clearly.
"Correct." Zhao Ji said.
The few people left under the ring looked at each other, and their expressions became a little ugly for a while.
Although Yang Ming's martial arts skills are high, he underestimates them so much. How can people not be angry with such a blatant insult?
For a moment, the awkwardness of joining forces to fight against the enemy was replaced by anger, and they all jumped onto the ring.
However, this time, before Yang Ming could take action, one of the five people had already attacked the other four. Yang Ming recognized his boxing technique, and the four people who were attacked also recognized it: Wind and Thunder Fist, used by Li Jue in the first game.
Boxing.
It's just that compared to Li Jue's boxing, this person's boxing is more domineering, with thunderous sounds and flashes of lightning between the fists.
This is a true master.
This man fought against four people by himself, and actually suppressed them until they were unable to fight back. His martial arts was so strong that among the young people Yang Ming had seen, he was undoubtedly the best.
In less than one stick of incense, one person was knocked down from the stage, followed by the second person, the third person, and finally the fourth person.
"Huaili Li Shi Li Xin." The only person left on the stage said to Yang Ming, cupping his fists.
Li Xin looked at the eagle-eyed young man with sword-browed eyebrows who had just won one against four in the ring. Yang Ming made some exceptions. This was another familiar name besides Meng Tian.
"They are my opponents." Yang Ming said.
"Your Majesty wants to fight five people, and I am the five people now." Li Xin said eagerly.
At that moment, Yang Ming saw a familiar shadow in the young man who called himself Li Xin.
Thinking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile. His smile was very warm, but underneath the warmth, there was a serious meaning.