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The Eighth Prince stared at Xiao Ping'an fiercely like a beast.

At this moment.

Xiao Ping'an, who had been ignored by everyone, instantly became the focus of everyone.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were all looking at him.

Xiao Ping'an couldn't help but frown slightly.

Among them, Ye Wudao, Zhang Jian, and Hao Tong were full of gloating.

Haha.

This Eighth Prince is not a good person as he said.

In fact, this Eighth Prince is a well-known bad guy in the capital.

Impulsive and lustful.

He also has a bad temper.

He kills people at every turn...

Although this Eighth Prince has many shortcomings.

But he is very good at martial arts!

The Eighth Prince Zhang Shanfeng is a martial arts genius. At a young age, he has already reached the peak of the late fourth grade.

It can be said.

Ignoring his violent and irritable character, his future is limitless.

Unfortunately, his mother was from the previous dynasty and was destined to have no chance of becoming emperor. Otherwise, the court would not be nine dragons, but ten dragons.

Facing this evil prince who was well-known in the capital.

Xiao Pingan was very calm.

He said calmly: "I just thought of something."

The eighth prince was curious: "What's the matter?"

"This morning, I ate ten buns, five fried dough sticks, three bowls of meat porridge, and a roast chicken."

As a martial artist.

It is normal to have a large appetite.

As the eighth son of Duke Xiao, Xiao Pingan, and the Xiao family is a martial arts family, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, but because he is a mediocre person, he has never been promoted.

However, who said that if you don't make it, you are not a warrior.

There are many people who can't make it among the martial arts practitioners in the world.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Xiao family, Xiao Pingan is a warrior, but he is very weak.

They can only kill some chickens and bully the little Karamis who don't know martial arts.

Although the cooks in the kitchen are puzzled by his sudden increase in appetite in the past few days, no one dares to ask.

Seeing Xiao Ping'an stopped talking.

The Eighth Prince frowned: "What did you eat in the morning? What does it have to do with this prince?"

"Yes, what I was thinking about just now, what does it have to do with you?"

"You???"

The Eighth Prince's eyes turned red, and he became irritable.

A terrifying murderous intent permeated.

Enveloped Xiao Ping'an.

The peak of the late fourth grade.

It suddenly broke out.

The temperature around him dropped several levels directly.

Hahaha.

They quarreled.

They quarreled.

Fight quickly.

Eighth Prince, be more powerful, it's better to beat Xiao Ping'an to death!

Zhang Jian and others looked at the two with expectation, and shouted in their hearts.

Xiao Pingan didn't care about the suppression of the Eighth Prince's aura.

Hehe, he's just a prince.

I'm the son of a duke.

What's the use?

Why are you glaring at me?

If you dare, challenge me.

Seeing that Xiao Pingan didn't kowtow and beg for mercy, he looked at him with a provocative look.

He was still laughing.

Fuck,

How can I bear this, I have such a bad temper...

The Eighth Prince was about to lose his temper on the spot.

He stood up in an instant.

"Boy... don't be so arrogant... there are some people you can't afford to offend..."

As he spoke, he quickly approached Xiao Pingan.

He stretched out his big hand... he was going to teach this guy who dared to provoke him a lesson.

At this moment.

A hand patted his shoulder.

The aura on him disappeared immediately.

The Eighth Prince's face turned pale.

It was as if a mountain was pressing on him.

A gentle and pleasant voice sounded.

"Xiao Ping'an is my friend. Please be magnanimous, Prince Eighth, and don't argue with him."

The Eighth Prince turned around.

His face was frighteningly ugly.

If someone else said that, he would have to slap him. Damn, who are you, teaching me how to do things?

However, this person is the Taoist's eldest sister, Zhang Yutong.

That's another matter.

The Taoist's eldest sister, he, the prince, can't afford to offend.

...

"Okay, then this prince will give little Zhang Tianshi a face."

The Eighth Prince glared at Xiao Ping'an hatefully and returned to his seat.

Zhang Yutong gave Xiao Ping'an a look, as if to say: No need to thank me, I am Lei Yutong.

Xiao Ping'an understood her look.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Who asked you to save me? ? ? ?

If this stupid prince dares to come over, I will let him know why the monkey's butt is so red.

After this incident.

The people at this table looked at Xiao Ping'an with a strange look in their eyes.

Unexpectedly.Xiao Ping'an actually knew the Taoist master sister.

He was her friend.

Little Zhang Tianshi, are you kidding me?

Befriending someone like Xiao Ping'an?

Are you blind?

Although the news that Xiao Ping'an wrote two good poems was spread.

However, the people present were all big shots, and they really didn't care much about it. What's wrong with writing one or two poems?

He was just a second-rank Confucian scholar.

For ordinary people, this can be said to be the pinnacle of life.

However, in the eyes of big shots, it is still nothing.

If Xiao Ping'an really had a conflict with the Eighth Prince.

Everyone can guarantee that the winner must be the Eighth Prince.

After all, a second-rank scholar cannot beat a second-rank warrior.

What's more, he is a warrior with the peak cultivation of the late fourth rank.

As the saying goes: When a scholar meets a soldier, he can't make his point.

The Eighth Prince's strength is too far ahead of Xiao Ping'an.

As for Xiao Pingan, he was recognized by the philosophers, the ancient saints, and the Master.

But, so what?

Let’s not talk about the ancient saints who are so rare that we can’t see their heads.

Let’s talk about the Master.

In the long history of more than 700 years, the people favored by the Master are like a lot of fish in the river.

But how many of them can really grow up and become big figures?

A grown-up genius.

Only the big guys.

But, since ancient times, countless geniuses have not become big guys, but turned into dirt.

The Xiao family is now in turmoil.

The Master only praised Xiao Pingan.

There was no substantial benefit at all.

Since the Master did not intend to be Xiao Pingan’s backer.

So, everyone here, to be honest, really didn’t take Xiao Pingan seriously.

Everyone thought that it was Zhang Yutong who saved Xiao Pingan’s life.

Little did they know.

It was Zhang Yutong who saved the Eighth Prince's life.

Now Xiao Ping'an's real fighting power is not as simple as a second-grade scholar.

But a genuine sixth-grade master.

In addition, his Little Li Flying Dagger.

If he lets go completely and bursts out, he can kill people above his level.

In the eyes of others, the Eighth Prince is a noble who cannot be provoked.

However, in Xiao Ping'an's eyes, he is just a younger brother~

Because of the conflict between Xiao Ping'an and the Eighth Prince.

The atmosphere is difficult to restore the previous harmony.

Seventh Princess Zhang Xue rolled her eyes, looked at Xiao Ping'an, and said with a smile: "You are the newly promoted first talent in the capital. Today you come to the Yellow Crane Tower. There are so many young talents present. Do you have any inspiration? Write a poem."

"No."

Xiao Ping'an refused without hesitation.

Hearing this, the Seventh Princess showed a look of loss.

Hao Tong's eyes lit up instantly.

Seriously.

The title of the first talent in the capital was taken away by someone else.

He felt extremely uncomfortable.

He dreamed of getting back the opportunity.

Isn't this the chance?

As we all know, for literati, it is not difficult to write poems, but it is very difficult to write good poems.

It is even more difficult to write a peerless poem that will be passed down through the ages.

However, some people are just lucky and occasionally write one or two peerless poems, and then they will never write such poems in their lifetime.

So.

Hao Tong thought that Xiao Ping'an was such a person.

Otherwise, why would he refuse the invitation of the Seventh Princess?

Isn't it a manifestation of guilt?

Hao Tong pretended to say: "Mr. Xiao, you are too modest. You took the title of the first talent in the capital from me. How can a poem about the Yellow Crane Tower be difficult for you?"

Looking at Hao Tong with a smile on his face.

Xiao Pingan smiled playfully: "Oh, I really can't do it."

"Too modest, too modest, Brother Xunhuan, I'm not saying anything bad about you, you're just too low-key. You've been deceiving us for so many years by pretending to be unlearned..."

"But at the Luoshui Poetry Conference, you made a splash, won the favor of philosophers, ancient saints, and masters, and also won the recognition of heaven and earth."

"Don't be modest anymore, you're a person with real talent. It just so happens that today the breeze is blowing and the sun is shining, so I'll start by writing a poem about the Yellow Crane Tower, and then it'll be your turn, how about it?"

Hao Tong looked at Xiao Pingan and said with a smile.