Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

Chapter 106 Women only affect the speed at which I draw my sword!

"咴"

Outside Zhenwuhou's mansion, horses neighed.

Twenty government soldiers in bright armor rode tall horses, stood sideways in the street, and under the order of the Marquis Wu, escorted the three princes of the Hou Mansion to the Confucian Temple to participate in the martial arts strategy discussion.

When Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin walked out of the gate of the Marquis Mansion, the horse-breeding slaves had already been waiting outside with their horses and colts.

An unusually mighty and majestic black-maned horse roared like thunder, and an equally burly and tall young man sat on its back.

Seeing Jiang Li's figure appear, the tall man's thick eyebrows, his eyes of resentment were like poisonous snakes preying on prey, and they bared their teeth at Jiang Li.

"Jiang Li!"

Jiang Xuanyao immediately drank violently, his arm holding the handle of the knife couldn't help shaking, wishing he could draw out the knife and kill Jiang Li right now, cut him into pieces and cut him into pieces.

A few days ago, Jiang Xinbai was slapped away by Jiang Li. As the elder brother of the same father and the same mother, if it weren't for the supernatural bone that was replaced in his body, and it hadn't fully fused with the physical body, Jiang Xuanyao would have rushed to Lanhong with a knife. Court.

"Phew, the overall situation is the most important thing. It is important to get a high score through policy discussion today!" Jiang Xuanyao exhaled deeply, suppressing the impulse in his heart.

"Ninth Young Master, well!"

Jiang Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Not seen for more than a month, Jiang Xuanyao's breath and temperament changed drastically, and his whole person showed an unrivaled sharpness.

Although the realm has not changed and is still in the late stage of the Juqing realm, there is an indescribable aura in every gesture, which makes Jiang Li feel a sense of vigilance and danger.

Jiang Li is no longer a frail scholar who has never fought to the death. Since he practiced martial arts, he has fought against Xiantian realm martial artists several times.

But no one could give Jiang Li such fearful and dangerous aura.

"A month ago, I broke Jiang Xuanyao's bones outside the Yinwu Pavilion. Even if there are heavenly materials and earthly treasures for him to cultivate, it is absolutely impossible for him to heal so quickly!"

Jiang Li's eyes flickered, and he secretly paid attention.

Something is wrong with this Jiang Xuanyao!

"Three sons, the martial arts examination starts at Sishi and ends at Youshi. Today, martial arts students from 27 provinces gather in Shengjing. It's better to start early!"

A Yinjia Mansion soldier rode his horse forward, cupped his hands and said.

Unlike the Nuhuwei that Jiang Shirong vigorously cultivated, the sergeants who escorted Jiang Li and the others to the examination room of the Confucian Temple today were just the most ordinary soldiers in the Hou Mansion.

The realm of Wumai is mostly Jiaowu and Taiji, but in the army, it is enough to serve as low-level military positions such as small banners and general banners.

"Hmph, if someone hadn't been dawdling and loose like a woman, I would have already arrived at the Confucian Temple examination room by now!"

Jiang Xuanyao snorted coldly and said, "Let's go!"

"Yes, Young Master Ninth!"

Hong Sheng, the captain of the Fubing School, clasped his hands and answered, not daring to say more.

They have also heard a lot about the disputes between Young Master Ninth and Young Master Li.

Faintly know some truths.

The Nuhuwei oversaw their efforts to participate in the fight between the young masters and young ladies of the Hou Mansion, and they were all killed by the knife in the end. How could they, ordinary soldiers, dare to participate.

Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin got on their horses, and the team started to march towards the Confucian Temple.

Jiang Xuanyao was dressed in strong clothes, sitting on the horse with his chest held high and his head held high, with a horizontal knife on his waist. He looked a bit like a young general with a heroic look.

He rode his horse ahead of Jiang Li and Jiang Xuanxin, as if he was leading the team and respected him.

Jiang Li didn't care, and he and Jiang Xuanxin rode safely behind.

As soon as the team walked out of the street where the Wuhou Mansion was located, they kept encountering martial arts students who were going to the Confucian Temple to take the exam.

Just like hundreds of streams converging into a river, they quickly become crowded and converge into a stream of people without end.

Young warriors with bright eyes, flashing radiance, vitality, and galloping strength can be seen everywhere, full of heroism and vigor.

Quite a number of young warriors in brocade robes were full of energy and blood, almost rushing out of their bodies, lingering around their bodies, all of them were in the late stage of Juqing Realm.

There was even a shadow of a figure with long breathing and endless physical strength, who was actually a martial artist at the innate level.

Among the crowd are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and masters, arrogance, and talents emerge in large numbers.

Almost all the most outstanding warriors of the younger generation of the Great Zhou gathered here.

If the Beimang spies succeeded in their poisonous plan that night, at least half of the martial arts students who went to the exam would die.

In the ten years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the martial arts luck was completely destroyed.

When Jiang Li and others approached the Confucian Temple, it was even more crowded and crowded.

There are still two hundred and three meters away from the examination room, and there are big Zhou sergeants in armor controlling the main exits of various places. Non-test takers are not allowed to enter or leave the Confucian Temple area at will.

On the pavilions on both sides of the street, there are also sergeants holding strong crossbows and bows, with sharp eyes, scanning all directions.

Once there is any disturbance, powerful sergeants will rush out from all directions immediately to control the situation.

"Traveling in Marquis Wu's Mansion, please borrow it!"

Fu Bing Xiaowei Hong Sheng rode his horse and came to the entrance of the Confucian Temple area, but he didn't stop, but drove the horse forward and shouted loudly.

Dazhou was strictly hierarchical, and princes and dukes enjoyed various privileges.

Jiang Shirong was a first-class marquis, a pillar of meritorious service, and an extremely personable minister. With his badge, the personal soldiers in the mansion were free to enter and leave all places except the forbidden area of ​​the palace without hindrance.

"Young Master of Zhenwuhou Mansion!"

"Marquis Wu is the number one martial artist in the world. He has reached the pinnacle of martial sage many years ago. When he was young, he overthrew Tuyuan's [-] heavy cavalry alone in the Western Regions, and nailed Prince Tuyuan to the throne with a single shot. The first titan!"

"I remember that in the last martial arts competition, the second son of Zhenwuhou's residence, Jiang Xuanjing, was the one who won the champion. This person has only been in the army for a few years. He has already been appointed as a fifth-rank guerrilla general, and he is now stationed in Yunjing tenth residence."

"There are three young masters in the Marquis Wu's Mansion in Zhenwu for reference at the same time, and two of them, who seem to be no more than fifteen or sixteen, have the strength to pass the martial arts exam!"

"Warriors temper their physical bodies, and they gradually enter the peak state when they are over [-] years old. It is not easy for ordinary warriors to reach the level of Jiaowu when they are [-] or [-] years old. The heirs of Marquis Wu are indeed no small matter!"

At the entrance of the examination room area, there are crowds of people, crowded with each other, and everyone wants to enter the examination room earlier to familiarize themselves with the environment.

But when the voice of Fubing Colonel Hong Sheng rang out, almost most of the young warriors gave way to both sides immediately, without showing the slightest bit of dissatisfaction, and were awed and revered.

Marquis Wu's reputation shook the world, and he was admired by young warriors all over the world.

Looking at the three princes of the Hou family who were guarded by the soldiers in the center, everyone showed envy and amazement.

Jiang Xuanyao is only twenty years old, but he is already a martial artist in the late period of the Juqing Realm. The blood in his body is majestic and exuberant, like a burning furnace, with unlimited vitality.

There is also a mysterious coercion released beyond the same realm, which makes people feel awe, and it is impossible to guess his true combat power.

At this time, riding on the back of a sturdy black-maned horse, there is even more of a tiger-like style.

It not only amazed the young warriors, but also attracted the eyes of many women.

The martial arts of the Great Zhou Dynasty gathered young heroes from all over the world, and the grand occasion was unprecedented. In addition to the reference warriors and servants and domestic slaves, many former Shengjing people and dignitaries gathered near the Confucian Temple.

Some rich families spent a lot of money early on to rent teahouses and restaurants near the Confucian Temple. They waited and looked for young people with ordinary backgrounds but great potential. officer change.

Many young girls waiting to be married, widows who lost their fathers in their early years and have wealthy families, would also gather in small groups and secretly look at these future military officers who are very heroic and powerful.

Jiang Xuanxin is the youngest, although his body has not yet grown up, but as the heir of Marquis Zhenwu, his stature is different from ordinary people's. In addition, his martial arteries in the early stage of Taiji Realm also attracted many people's attention.

But riding a horse and walking in the middle of Jiang Li, the attention from the young warriors was obviously much less.

Although he has a tall and straight figure and a handsome appearance, he does not have Jiang Xuanyao's majestic and exuberant blood pressure, and even compared to Jiang Xuanxin at the side, the martial arts momentum is obviously weaker.

Dressed in an elegant Confucian robe, he looked more like a scholar than a martial artist.

"Humph!"

Jiang Xuanyao straightened his back and looked forward, feeling the awe and reverence from the warriors around him, feeling a little complacent in his heart.

Being the heir of Marquis Zhenwu is the most honorable thing in the world. He has made great ambitions since he was a child, to be a strong man like his father, to be an official and marquis, to expand the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty and achieve great achievements.

For martial arts, he is determined to win.

Not to mention that he has been carefully taught by famous teachers since he was a child, practiced martial arts hard, and has extraordinary talent. The six magical bones implanted in his body at this moment endowed him with bones as firm as gods and iron, and great strength.

Although he was defeated by Jiang Li, he was almost disabled.

But Jiang Xuanyao's belief and confidence in martial arts have not been affected in the slightest.

If it wasn't for Jiang Li's cunning, he would have been negligent in his rage, how could he have lost to a bastard who had only refined Qi for a few months.

The majestic and grand buildings of the Confucian Temple are getting closer and closer, and the martial arts belief in Jiang Xuanyao's heart is gradually becoming clear.

The momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

Rich blood energy rises above, like a cloud of fire.

Wumai, cultivate the physical body, and cultivate the understanding of mind and nature.

The idea is not going well, the momentum is not strong!
Looking at the gate of the Confucian Temple, which seemed to be within reach, Jiang Xuanyao's blood roared.

Perhaps because of the fusion of the Bone of God Transformation, in recent days, his physical body has been significantly strengthened every day, and his qi and blood are becoming more and more intense.

If the aura in his heart has been condensed and burned, the moment he walks to the gate of the Confucian Temple, he will be able to ascend to the sky in one step, break through the realm and innate, and shock everyone.

until……

"Look, sisters, that gentleman in a Confucian robe is so handsome, as if he came out of a painting."

"He is also the heir of Marquis Zhenwu? He has a handsome appearance and a graceful demeanor, his eyes are like gurgling spring water, warm as a spring breeze, that's right, he is the lover of my dreams!"

"Yeah, his eyes are so deep, like a pool of thick ink that cannot be melted. The Confucian general style mentioned in the book should be like this. If you can't read it, you will sink into it!"

"Ah, why is he the son of Marquis Zhenwu? If he was born in a poor family, I will ask my father to prepare a generous gift to propose marriage to him now!"

"Actually, we don't have to get married!"

The excited voices of the girls Yingying Yanyan, accompanied by the shift of their eyes, gradually converged on the same person from all directions.

The clear and lively high-pitched voice pierced through the thick and rough voice of the young warrior.

Jiang Xuanyao frowned slightly, and glanced to the sides calmly from the corner of his eye.

The pretty girl's cheeks were blushing, and the spring water in the mature woman's eyes was so touching that it made people obsessed with enjoyment.

It's a pity that it's all because of Jiang Li.

There was a thump in his heart, Jiang Xuanyao was suffocated, and suddenly felt a feeling of falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley.

Being admired and respected by thousands of young warriors certainly boosted his confidence.

Can……

"Phew, they are just vulgar and vulgar things. I have great ambitions. Conquest on the battlefield is the destination of a real man. Women will only affect the speed of my sword drawing!"

Jiang Xuanyao clenched his fist and thought to himself.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Li, the boy's physique was much thinner than his, which made him very contemptuous.

How can such a weak body support the sky of Dazhou.

Sooner or later, she will die in a woman's belly!

Disdain and contempt in his heart, but a thought suddenly flashed in Jiang Xuanyao's mind.

It has been three to two months since Jiang Li went to the four beautiful maidservants in his room.

Each of them is a lovely stunner who has been carefully selected by him with great care, understanding, well-trained, and extremely well-behaved...

"call!"

Jiang Xuanyao shook his head vigorously.

Can't think any more.

Thinking about it again, he really couldn't hold back the four-foot-long knife in his hand!
(End of this chapter)