Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 210 Sword and Poetry

Zhang Zhe has a standard of conduct: that is, never follow the other party's thinking, otherwise he can only make himself passive.

He likes to take the initiative to seduce people.

"Who gave you the confidence? You can compete with whatever you want!" Zhang Zhe pointed at his feet, "This is the Sihailou Martial Arts Conference. Since you are here to make trouble, you must be prepared to bear the corresponding consequences."

"What kind of bullshit is the number one talent? Today, a certain one pays attention to happiness, kindness and hatred. Come on, come on, whether we compare fists, kicks, or weapons, I will let you choose first! Men, the comparison is the most direct thing."

Kong Yuanchen let out a long laugh: "Zhang Xinzhi, you are the most ambitious man! Someone advises you to abandon the traditional clothes on your body and change into commoner clothes?"

Zhang Zhe touched the anti-wolf electric shock device in his sleeve pocket, and smiled slightly: "Kong Yuanchen, I don't care if you are talented or not. But as a man, I also advise you to abandon the men's clothes you are wearing and change into women's clothes!"

All around suddenly burst into laughter again.

"It's not a man!"

"Shopkeeper, quickly fetch the rouge and skirt."

Kong Yuanchen's face was livid, he suddenly realized that this place is full of third-rate people, and it is difficult for his views to be recognized by these people, but Zhang Zhe's folk slang is more suitable for these people's appetite.

Seeing his lord being humiliated, a man with a stick standing behind Kong Yuanchen stepped forward coldly, stuck his stick into the ground, and then looked at Zhang Zhe on the third floor.

"What's the use of my lord taking action on rough matters? Let the servants come and compete with this lord. You, do you dare to divide life and death?"

Suddenly countless breaking winds sounded, the man's expression changed wildly, and he hurriedly retreated several steps, even past Kong Yuanchen's position.

There was a clatter of bangs, the woodcutter's axe, the butcher's boning knife, the cook's spatula, as well as sickles, poles, hammers and other things flew out from the second floor densely.

All the heroes on the second floor shouted: "Single-on or gang fights, you can report it!"

Kong Yuanchen faced more than a hundred "murder weapons" falling in front of his eyes alone, and his vest was soaked in cold sweat for a while.

Kong Yuanchen, who was frightened and angry, immediately uttered a sentence that made him regret it.

"Zhang Xinzhi, come down and talk!"

He originally wanted Zhang Zhe to come down and stand with him, so as to avoid being hurt by those rough men on the second floor.

Unexpectedly, the letter gave a long laugh.

"It really is a man! Zhang is here to fight!" Zhang Zhe gripped the small electric shock device, turned around and went downstairs.

More than a hundred "heroes" followed behind him, and the momentum was extremely powerful.

Hundreds of people had gathered around Sihailouqian Street, and they all booed loudly when they saw this posture.

"Draw the sword, draw the sword!"

Da Zheng Law, a scholar who travels can wear a sword.

And Kong Yuanchen, who pursues a perfect image, just wears a simple ritual sword on his body, imitating the style of the ancient Warring States scholars who traveled to the world to study.

Zhang Zhe also happened to be wearing a sword today in order to match the atmosphere of the martial arts conference.

The sword was quickly delivered to Zhang Zhe by little Zhao Ping.

The distance between the two was four zhang, and Kong Yuanchen rested on the handle of the Yijian at his waist with trembling hands, hating that he had never worn this sword in his heart.

Fighting swords?Kong Yuanchen didn't think about it at all, he was thinking about the words quickly, to see how to turn the situation back to the righteousness of the competition.

Besides, the martial arts in Zhang Xinzhi's works are really magnificent, so it may be said that he himself is a master of swordsmanship. To compete with Zhang Xinzhi's sword, he must have a hundred catties of water in his head.

Seeing Zhang Zhe standing with his sword in hand, Kong Yuanchen didn't care to continue thinking, so he threw out the reason he had just thought up.

"We scholars have learned the art of supporting the dragon. We have an enemy in our chest. What is the courage of an ordinary man to be brave in the world? Han Feizi said, chivalrous use of martial arts to break the ban, it is ridiculous that you are so obsessed. Did you read the book on your thigh? It is really vulgar. pole!"

Hearing his strong argument, Zhang Zhe felt even more confident.

"Han Feizi's full sentence is: Confucianism uses literature to disrupt the law, and chivalry uses martial arts to violate the ban. Dare I ask if there is any ban in Confucianism? The six arts of a gentleman also include imperialism and driving. If Brother Kong doesn't draw his sword, please forgive me for offending me first."

Zhang Zhe took a step forward with his sword, Kong Yuanchen couldn't help but was scared and took a small step back.

The surrounding crowd shouted for Kong Yuanchen to draw his sword, and Kong Yuanchen also pulled out the long Yi sword in panic, and laid it across his chest.

In fact, he has also practiced swordsmanship for a few days, and he should be fine against some reckless people!

"A sword has no eyes. This sword is made by a famous master in this province. It can be blown away, so don't come here!"

Zhang Zhe put the sheath horizontally in front of him, and waited for the noise around him to subside, then looked at his sword leisurely.

"The name of the sword is Zangfeng. This sword is three feet and three inches long and weighs four catties. It is made of iron from meteorites. Cutting gold and jade is nothing to worry about. Brother Kong, be careful."

A high-carbon steel sword purchased from a Longquan sword shop in a certain treasure for 2998 yuan came out of its sheath.

A sword cry turned into a pool of autumn water in the air, making everyone gasp.

What kind of sword is this?You can learn from a man's eyebrows!

Kong Yuanchen had made up his mind at first, as long as the two swords intersected, he would admit defeat.Even after the sword competition, Zhang Xinzhi would definitely not be able to refuse if he proposed to try Yili again, so today he is doomed to win in the end.

Seeing Zhang Xinzhi's gesture of declaring the name of the sword, the drums and cymbals in Kong Yuanchen's heart rang wildly.

"Could it be that I can't take this person's sword?"

Zhang Zhe saw that Kong Yuanchen was a little unsteady in holding the shuriken, his heart moved, and he stepped forward steadily while reciting poems aloud.

"What is the ban on using martial arts? There is a sword formula in the "Xia Ke Xing" here, just let Brother Kong know a thing or two!"

"Zhao Keman and Hu Ying, Wu hooks are bright with frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like shooting stars."

The hidden front sword pointed at Kong Yuanchen.

"To kill a person in ten steps, you will not stay behind for a thousand miles." The first time the two swords met, Zhang Zhe immediately made up his mind: this guy's strength is not as good as mine!
"It's over, brush your clothes away, and hide your achievements and fame!" Seeing that Kong Yuanchen seemed to be about to speak, Zhang Zhe immediately shouted to cover his voice, and swung his sword very quickly.

The surrounding crowd and the "heroes" behind them, upon hearing these two sentences, seemed to be a little bit refreshed by G, their blood rushed to their heads, and Hong Tianjie's applause covered Kong Yuanchen's voice.

As soon as the applause fell, Kong Yuanchen was about to speak again, but the swift and violent sound of sword dancing made him try to stop with both hands of the sword.

"Passing by Xinling to drink, taking off the sword and kneeling in front of the knees. Will burn the Zhu Hai, and hold the cup to persuade Hou Ying."

Men who don't have the feelings of a knight, besides, they are still weak-mouthed chickens in front of them.

Zhang Zhe swung his sword with great joy, relying on his momentum and strength to dominate, it was a burst of mad attack.

"Three cups of turmoil, but the five mountains are light." The steel sword was full of toughness. When it bounced back, Zhang Zhizhi, who had completely let go of his hands and feet, followed the martial arts action on TV, and slashed at the opponent's wrist with his backhand. "After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born."

This sword is very fancy, which caused a lot of applause.

(End of this chapter)