It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

Opposite him, the furious Zhao Cheng suddenly fell silent.

It is true that he is a second-generation official, but he is not stupid.

Let him die for his honor, he doesn't care.

But to recognize a bandit as your elder brother is to bring shame to your ancestors.

Not only would he be embarrassed, but he would also be embarrassed by his family.

If someone mentions him in the future, it will be much more uncomfortable than killing him.

Seeing the young man fall into silence.

Chu Xuan smiled indifferently.

He waved his hands as if to catch something dirty.

"The dignified young master of the Zhao family is nothing more than that.

The so-called young talents in this world are indeed a bunch of trash.

Master, if you don't dare, don't get in the way here.

The contest with Lu is a major event in my life.

If you lose, you will be forced to marry that Princess Jianjia.

You need to get out quickly. "

"Why, you don't want to marry Princess Jianjia?

For you, a bandit, marrying a princess is a good opportunity to make a comeback. "

After calming down a little, Zhao Cheng was not only not angry when he heard this, but also a little confused.

"I said that you, the Qing and Dafu families, are all thinking about interests and rights.

Can you decorate it with something else?

In addition to the present mediocrity, life also has poetry and distance.

If I gave it to you, would you marry me? "

"Well... I don't think you, a bandit, are quite educated."

Zhao Cheng paused, a little embarrassed.

Although he didn't understand the words "Liu Qiu" or "Poetry and Distance", he somehow felt that what the bandit in front of him said made sense.

Suddenly, the young man seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up.

"I understand, losing your life is not terrible for you, but marrying Princess Jianjia is terrible!

Oh, in that case, let's change the bet.

If I lose, I will call you eldest brother. If you lose, how about marrying Jian Jia? "

"Cough cough."

Uncle Zhao coughed from behind.

"Mr. Zhao, Princess Jianjia is behind you."

"It's a slip of the tongue."

Zhao Cheng hurriedly and awkwardly bowed to the carriage.

There was a cold snort like a coquettish one, which made him tremble.

When he looked at Chu Xuan again, he found that the man's face had become ugly.

Zhao Cheng thought he had found Chu Xuan's weakness and snorted coldly.

"Little thief, do you dare or not?"

"Compete!"

Chu Xuan said reluctantly.

"I'm afraid you're not a good man."

"it is good!"

Zhao Cheng shouted proudly and jumped into the competition arena.

He and Chu Xuan looked at each other more than ten steps apart.

Uncle Zhao of Lu State did not stop him.

Zhao Cheng is the true genius of the world.

Much stronger than the fourth-level warriors sent by Lu State.

If he takes action, he may have a greater chance of winning.

Chu Xuan carefully looked at the young man in front of him, and the more he looked at him, the more familiar he felt.

Suddenly, a face appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Wang Chuang?"

Yes, this face is exactly the same as Wang Chuang in junior high school in Chu Xuan’s original memory!

It's just that he didn't see it with his own eyes, so he didn't think about it for a while.

"Wang Chuang, my name is Zhao Cheng."

The young man looked confused.

"Who is Wang Chuang?"

"It's okay, it's not important. You are the one who decided to be the big brother today."

"Hmph, little thief, don't be so arrogant. I tell you, Princess Jianjia is married today!"

Zhao Cheng showed no signs of weakness.

The bronze sword at his waist came out of his body, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and struck Chu Xuan fiercely.

It has to be said that as a child of a top family, Zhao Cheng's strength is quite good.

The trajectory of the sword is stable, and it shows that he has worked hard on his swordsmanship.

The foundation is solid.

Swordsmanship proficiency is at least proficient or above.

It is easy to burst out two or three times the fighting power of Qi and blood.

This sword has at least more than 10,000 combat power.

If you use your sword with all your strength, it doesn't seem difficult to reach 20,000.

But unfortunately, he met Chu Xuan.

If we say that when he had 700 health before, Chu Xuan still had to use a sword to deal with him.

But now, Chu Xuan's energy and blood have reached more than 1600.

Just listen to a "ding" sound.

When the bronze sword was about to cut to the neck.

Chu Xuan stretched out two fingers.

Gently clamp the copper sword between two fingers.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward for a while.

Zhao Cheng's eyes widened in disbelief.

Although he didn't use his full strength with this sword.

But its lethality is comparable to that of an ordinary fourth-level peak warrior.

How could it be easily pinched by two fingers?

But Chu Xuan didn't give him time to think.

Just when Zhao Cheng was in a daze.

A fist quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

"boom!"

Hit him hard in the eye.

Zhao Cheng was knocked to the ground by the punch.

He covered his eyes and looked at Chu Xuan in disbelief.

"You dare to hit me?"

"Why don't you dare?"

Chu Xuan raised his leg and kicked the young man in the chest, causing him to roll on the ground several times.

"Call brother."

"Don't even think about it!"

The boy resisted the burning pain coming from his eyes and chest.

Gritting his teeth, he picked up his sword and climbed up from the ground.

"Come again!"

"boom!"

"Call brother."

"impossible!

Come again! "

"boom!"

"Come again!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Call brother."

"I won't scream until I die!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

"Uuuuu, big brother..."