Da Bong fights more people

After Xu Qi'an left a word, he turned and went downstairs, walked around the crowd in a low-key manner from a distance, and leaned towards the old aunt in the cloth skirt Jingchai.

Chu Yuanzhen's gaze followed him, seeing that his target was an elderly woman with an ordinary appearance, he immediately laughed out loud:

"Xu Ningyan's hobby is somewhat unique."

Heng Yuan frowned, and was about to defend Master Xu, when he saw Xu Qi'an in the distance showing a "dengtuzi" smile and chatting with the woman.

The woman ignored him and gave him a supercilious look, Master Xu didn't care and kept talking.

Seeing this scene, Heng Yuan immediately lost the confidence to defend himself, and said dryly, "Young flirtatiousness may not be a bad thing."

Chu Yuanzhen laughed loudly, "The oiran of the Jiaofang Division is beautiful, but he always feels that something is missing. A man with a wife has a lot of flavor."

Hengyuan has no choice but to mourn his misfortune and hate him for not fighting.

Mr. Xu is good at everything, but he is criticized for being lewd and flirtatious.

After No. [-]'s publicity within the Tiandihui, Xu Qi'an's lustful persona has penetrated into the hearts of book fragment holders.

"Auntie, why are you here again? You don't look like a woman from a wealthy family, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar tea, isn't it delicious? Every day, you know how to run out to watch the fun."

"Is that man on the stage your man?"

"How much silver did you bring out today, don't let anyone steal it, come, come, I will take you to a place where there are few people."

Except for the coquettish little white eyes at the beginning, the old aunt didn't pay attention to her anymore, and let him chatter endlessly in her ears.

He showed great dislike to the talented Xu Yinluo.

Xu Qi'an was bored and was not angry, but stopped talking and focused on the two sides in the ring.

This time, Monk Jing Si was no longer humble, and chose to fight with the copper-skinned and iron-framed sixth-rank warriors, punching to the flesh.

Dangdangdang......

The loud sound reverberating between the fists and feet seemed to be the continuous ringing of bells, and it was also like the beating of a blacksmith, because dazzling sparks burst out between the two of them from time to time.

The people onlookers were hooked, and the cheers continued one after another.

A child was fascinated, and ran to the ring excitedly, shouting excitedly.

"piss off!"

Xu Qi'an kicked him away with a sweep of his legs, the child flew a few meters lightly, and fell into the arms of a man, who seemed to be his father, who stared at Xu Qi'an in surprise and anger, but did not dare to do anything wrong.

"Are you injured?" the man asked eagerly.

"It doesn't hurt." The child said with a smile.

The old aunt turned her head to look at Xu Qi'an, then turned back blankly, watching the contest on the stage seriously and attentively.

The battle on the arena didn't last long, and the winner was decided after a stick of incense. The sixth-rank martial artist was punched in the chest by Monk Jingsi three times, and finally couldn't hold on anymore, and broke his hard work.

"Buddhist King Kong's reputation is well-deserved."

The man cupped his hands, as if he had no face to stay any longer, he jumped off the ring and left in a hurry.

The old aunt stomped lightly.

Xu Qi'an was a little surprised. This old aunt, how should I put it, can always see some girlish gestures and expressions in her.

The aunt in the family does this occasionally, but it's not as exaggerated as her.

This is an aunt who is not sure about her age... Xu Qi'an made a conclusion in her heart and said with a smile:

"It's like two knives colliding. When the brute force is about the same, the quality of the knife is better, and it can win. The invincible King Kong of Buddhism is said to come from the hands of the Buddha, and the copper-skinned iron bones of the warriors, "quality "It's uneven. It's not wrong to lose."

The old aunt turned her head and said contemptuously: "You speak well, why don't you come on stage, didn't you behead a sixth-rank martial artist with a single knife?"

Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes, and asked back: "Hey, didn't you leave at that time, how did you know that I beheaded a sixth-rank man with a single knife?"

The old aunt responded with a sneer: "I am neither deaf nor dumb, unless there is a silver gong in Nancheng that day."

"Hey, you called someone to beat me that day, auntie, which family are you from, and which department does the man work in?" Xu Qi'an stopped pretending and asked straight to the point.

On that day, that sixth-rank man dressed as a Jianghu man came up to the stage to challenge Xu Qi'an for no reason, and challenged Xu Qi'an by name. He could have directly arrested him, but in order to pretend...to show his holiness in front of others, he chose to challenge Xu Qi'an.

Afterwards, without waiting for him to interrogate, Jianghu Wufu was taken away. Who can do it from the beater's yamen?

Xu Qi'an's guess is that "my family", either from the military, or a guest minister raised by a certain dignitary.

Just now, when Xu Qi'an saw a martial artist of the same sixth rank on the stage, and saw the old aunt among the crowd of onlookers, he suddenly had a burst of inspiration and remembered that he had really offended others.

The identity of this old aunt is by no means as simple and ordinary as her appearance, and I did offend her that day, although it was not a big deal, it is a different matter for a woman's narrow-mindedness.

Xu Qi'an had reason to suspect that the sixth-rank warrior that day was instigated by this old aunt.

Hearing Xu Qi'an's questioning, the old aunt smiled: "You go on stage and chop this little monk off, and I'll tell you."

Xu Qi'an shook his head.

"Are you afraid?" The contempt in her eyes deepened.

I'm afraid, I managed to get myself out of the sight of the Buddhist mission, I don't want to have too much entanglement with the Buddhist monks...... But Xu Qi'an couldn't help holding down the handle of the knife, pondering road:

"I can't break his Vajra Invincibility."

It’s also good to let you know that a mountain is higher than a mountain!The old aunt curled her lips, her eyes were very complicated, both disappointed and proud.

At this time, a swordsman in green shirt flew out from the nearby restaurant and landed lightly on the ring.

When the onlookers saw that someone was challenging the young monk again, they were immediately refreshed, planning to eat another wave of melons, and by the way discuss who the green-clothed swordsman is.

"Chu Yuanzhen..."

Xu Qi'an heard the old aunt mutter.

She knew Chu Yuanzhen?Oh, Chu Yuanzhen used to be the number one scholar after all, and he is no stranger to the top management of Dafeng... If Chu Zhuangyuan makes a move, it is probably safe.

Xu Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief.

The little monk Jing Si has been dominating the arena, and the imperial court is not good-looking.

"Little monk, I only have one sword strike, if you can block it, then I will lose." Chu Yuanzhen calmly looked straight at Jingsi with a smile on his face.

The booing came again, and the melon-eaters around saw that the swordsman in green shirt was so arrogant, and their impression of him was greatly reduced.

This little mage from the Western Regions is indestructible, and everyone can see it.The wild words of the swordsman in green shirts are easily reminiscent of people in the world who are opportunistic and eager to become famous in one fell swoop.