The breeze roars the rivers and lakes

Accompanied by a burst of shouting, a figure floated onto the ring.

This person looks about 50 to [-] years old, with a thin Chinese character face, unsmiling expression, and a serious expression on his face. When people see him, the first thing that comes to mind is Hei Baogong, who lived in Kaifeng Mansion in the ancient Song Dynasty.A stylus with a Wu hook in his hand added a bit of righteousness to him, just like the unselfish judge of life and death in the underworld.

Looking at the entire rivers and lakes, using the Wu hook stylus as a weapon, I am afraid that only Wen Zhengliang, who failed eight consecutive imperial examinations in the same year and then abandoned literature and went to martial arts, can have such momentum.

Wen Zhengliang is not good at dancing and writing, but he is quite talented in martial arts.Under normal circumstances, martial arts practitioners in the Jianghu started to lay the foundation when they were four or five years old, and even those who became monks halfway were mostly no more than 20 years old.

But this Wen Zhengliang failed Sun Shan in the eighth imperial examination, and it has been [-] years since he was born. Before that, all he learned was the way of Confucius and Mencius, the words of Zhu Zi, and he opened his mouth and shut his mouth.

But no one expected that this poor, down-and-out nerd would become one of the first-class masters in the Jianghu in just three years, which can be called a miracle in the Jianghu!

For those young people who are eager to become famous, this is undoubtedly a dose of blood-boiling chicken blood, and they come to learn from teachers one after another.Among them is a young man with dark skin and a strong figure, Wang Meng!

Although Wen Zhengliang and Wang Meng are not in a formal master-student relationship, almost everyone in the Jianghu regards Wen Zhengliang as Wang Meng's master.Now, this fledgling young man is actually on the ring, in front of so many people, chasing Wang Meng to death, it can be said that he has nothing at all, and he is a stylus judge in his eyes.

And judging from his more than ten years of experience in the arena, this Yan Yun's martial arts can barely be regarded as a second-rate master in the arena, even worse than Wang Meng.It's just that Wang Meng really underestimated the enemy just now, which made him succeed.Judging from this posture, it was only at the end of his strength, and he probably couldn't even catch a single move from himself.

It was precisely because of this that Wen Zhengliang leaped to the top of the ring.Not only can he regain his face, but he can also spy on the position of the leader of this alliance.Why not do such a good thing that kills two birds with one stone?

As soon as Wang Meng saw Wen Zhengliang jumping onto the ring, he didn't know why he was going crazy, and cried out, "Father!" The more than 1000 people around the ring, all with petrified expressions, stared at Wen Zhengliang in astonishment. .

"Wang Meng, what are you yelling?" Wen Zhengliang, who has always paid great attention to his reputation, was also shocked when he heard this, and shouted angrily.

A few sneering smiles appeared on Yan Yun's expression, and he laughed loudly: "Haha...haha...it turns out that the well-known stylus judge in the Jianghu has such an illegitimate child, how ridiculous, ridiculous!"

Wen Zhengliang's self-esteem has become a little distorted because he failed eight consecutive imperial examinations. At this time, the muscles on his face twitched suddenly, like a wolf about to go crazy, and he shouted angrily: "Boy, what did you just say?" , if you have the ability, dare to repeat it to me again?"

It can be said that Yan Yun is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and has no fear of Wen Zhengliang at all. There is still that cold sarcasm on the corner of his mouth, first pointing at Wang Meng, who is more embarrassed than stray dogs on the street, He laughed loudly and said, "My lord, he is a little bastard!"

When he said this, Yan Yun stopped, and after a moment's pause, he pointed at Wen Zhengliang again, and shouted loudly, "You are an old bastard."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Wen Zhengliang began to twitch slightly at the corner of his mouth, showing a ferocious smile, and after saying "good" three times, he stopped talking.

At this time, everyone around the arena could feel that Wen Zhengliang's dark eyes shot out a piercing cold light, which radiated from his whole body, making people breathless. .

"Brother Lin, it's too bad. Wen Zhengliang has already become murderous. This person has been famous for a long time in the world, and Yan Yun can't be his opponent." Qi Xiang's tone was a little hurried, and he looked very worried that something would happen to Yan Yun. .

In fact, she is not so worried about Yan Yun as she is about Lin Yu.Qi Xiang knew very well that if Yan Yun was killed or injured, Lin Yu would be very sad, but she didn't want Lin Yu to be sad because of these.

In Lin Yu's clear eyes, a few touches of solemnity have emerged. He has seen clearly the situation on the ring.He can also guess why Yan Yun, who has always been gentle and gentle, has changed his temperament drastically at this time, repeatedly insulting Wen Zhengliang, a stylus judge who has become famous in the world for more than ten years.

If his martial arts were similar to Wen Zhengliang's, such and such would definitely be the best strategy for defeating the opponent. As long as the opponent gets angry, his mind will be confused, and his offensive will naturally be full of loopholes.

But this time Yan Yun chose the wrong opponent. In just three years, Wen Zhengliang has grown from a frail scholar to a first-class master in the Jianghu.Such a person, even if he was hit by Yan Yun's aggressive method, he is unlikely to succeed.

In the face of absolute strength, even if you use all means, it will be in vain!

boom!

On the ring, Yan Yun swung the black broken knife like a tiger descending the mountain, and rushed towards Wen Zhengliang aggressively.

However, Wen Zhengliang was calm and composed, with a slight disdainful smile faintly visible on the corner of his mouth.When the black broken knife rushed to his eyes, he waved the judge's stylus casually to block it, and before the piercing sound of weapons clashed, Yan Yun was already pushed back from the corner of the ring, and the corner of his mouth was faintly blurred. Faint bloodstains can be seen.

Everyone was startled at first, and then they all started cheering and cheering, most of them were compliments on Wen Zhengliang, and ridiculing Yan Yun's overreaching.

The cheers of cheering for others, the complimenting words of the opponent, and the words that satirize him as a car, are like a sharp sword piercing his fragile heart, making him feel cold to the marrow, as if all the blood in his body is draining. It has condensed into ice, and even braving the cold air.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Yan Yun stood up abruptly, wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth vigorously, stared at his round eyes, a blood-red pupil shot out a soul-stirring cold light, the whole person seemed to be in a state of ecstasy. The crazy hungry wolf exudes the most primitive wildness and blood.

boom!

Wen Zhengliang just flicked his hand casually, and Yan Yun was sent flying several feet away.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Yan Yun immediately got up again, shouted loudly, and threw himself on him again.

boom!

Repeated this more than ten times, Yan Yun was covered with scars, and his whole body was limp in blood, like a dead dog without the slightest life, but his faint eyes were still full of the unyielding and compassion of a lone wolf. Bloody, still staring at Wen Zhengliang.

At this time, everyone in the audience held their breath, and all of them stared wide-eyed at the lonely figure on the ring that blended into the scarlet carpet.

From everyone's sarcasm just now to the shock on his face now, Yan Yun has proved to the whole world that he is brave enough to fear death.

"Brother Lin, look at Yanyun's injury is so serious, if we don't take action, he may be..." Qi Xiang's expression was full of anxiety, and his tone was also very urgent.

But before she finished speaking, Lin Yu stopped her with a wave of his hand. He didn't say a word, but looked at Yan Yun with a serious expression like frost.

Ah Feng didn't intend to move at all at this time, he just stood there without moving.His expression was very calm, and there was not the slightest wave in his clear eyes.It seemed that the scene that came into view at this time had nothing to do with him at all.

"Look, that Yan Yun is standing up again!" A middle-aged man pointed at Yan Yun on the ring, and shouted at his companions beside him. Watermelons grow on apple trees.

Everyone was stunned, admiring Yan Yun's tenacious and unyielding perseverance, and at the same time shifted part of their attention to Wen Zhengliang, wanting to see how the famous stylus judge Wen Zhengliang should deal with it?

While Wen Zhengliang was shocked, he was also clearly outraged.He himself is a man of great self-esteem.Now, with his astonishing martial arts, the aura of a master who has broken through the rivers and lakes in the past ten years has covered the scars of his eight consecutive failures in the imperial examinations, and he has regained the old dream of "seeing it overnight". Try the infinite scenery of "Chang'an Hua". (Note [-])

But now, a junior who just entered the arena, is actually challenging his status in the arena, trying to uncover the scars that he didn't dare to look directly at in the past.This makes Wen Zhengliang, who has a strong self-esteem and has begun to distort slightly, how can he not be angry?

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Wen Zhengliang's black eyes were filled with dancing flames, he gritted his teeth hard, and repeated the previous sentence, but he didn't really use him a few times before. The weapon, the Wu hook stylus that can really judge life and death with one stroke!

Under the sunlight, Wen Zhengliang's Wu hook stylus, emitting bursts of cold light, was shining brightly, filled with black air, full of cold killing intent.Even the first-class masters who have been famous for a long time will tremble three points when they see this scene.

But the current Yan Yun didn't have it. Even the person with the best eyesight would not be able to catch the slightest panic and fear from his clear eyes, nor from his still immature face.

When Wen Zhengliang saw Yan Yun's eyes that were as still as still water, there was no wave at all, but deep in his heart, there was a wave of turbulence.

"This guy named Yan Yun must die today, otherwise, what face will I have to gain a foothold in the Jianghu?" Wen Zhengliang gritted his teeth hard, and muttered to himself.

When he thought of this, the cold shadow of life and death in his hand broke through the air strike, and slashed straight at Yan Yun's Tianling Gai!

At this time, Yan Yun still didn't show any panic in his clear eyes, and there was even a smile on the corner of his handsome mouth, a cold smile that could captivate people's hearts...

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Note [-] is from: (Tang Dynasty) Meng Jiao's "After Enrollment"

In the past, there was no way to boast, and now there is no limit to thinking.

The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, seeing Chang'an flowers in one day.