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As the crowd left for half a cup of tea, there were more and more people on the street. Not far away, at a crowded place, Jiang Yingying was waving at the two of them, signaling them to hurry over.

Looking at it from afar, a white-faced scholar came over pulling a man whose whole body was as black as carbon balls, and he consciously gave way to him, while whispers and laughs on both sides continued.

"Where did you go? It's about to start." Jiang Yingying rolled her eyes, pointed to the stage and said, "Look, that is the young lady of the Yang family, do you want to try it? If one of you can be selected , maybe we will be able to infiltrate the Yang family as a matter of course and inquire about Yuyan Gao."

The words were addressed to two people, but the eyes looked at Meng Yunting alone with a smile.

"... What are you looking at me for?" Although Meng Yunting knew that she was joking, she felt a little uncomfortable when she looked at her. It can be seen that the appearance is not bad.

"I don't count on you, do I still count on him now?" Jiang Yingying pointed at Shan Simiao and said, but immediately withdrew her hand, as if she was afraid that he would find out that she had ulterior motives.

"But this posture looks like a martial arts contest to recruit relatives. I am good at fortune-telling, and fighting is not suitable for me." Meng Yunting curled his lips, but quietly poked Shan Simiao with his elbow, jokingly said, " Do you want to try it? Maybe Miss Yang has a unique taste and likes black ones."

Shan Simiao glanced at him, but didn't intend to talk to him.

"I said your move just now was quite ruthless, how far have you practiced that broken book?" Seeing that he ignored her, Meng Yunting whispered again.

"I don't know, but the few pages that I couldn't practice before seem to be breathed out suddenly." Shan Simiao opened his mouth this time.The Wuxiang Jue is complicated, but after years of study, he has already memorized it fluently. In addition, he has been hiding in his room and practicing diligently these days. The stagnant water suddenly turned into living water, trickling down without end.

The breath in the body also became more and more free, and the thing called internal force naturally became stronger day by day. Roughly speaking, it has probably reached the fifth level.If given time, I believe that all the contents in the book will be included in the dantian.

At this time, on the huge competition arena, there are already many people from the Jianghu, most of them seem to be young talents, some are already gearing up, eager to try to become a beauty.

"Your Majesty, please." There was a soft call from the stage, but the audience was full of exclamations. The bustling crowd suddenly fell silent, and a man sitting in a wheelchair was pushed out with a refined face. Gentle and polite, but unfortunately, his legs seem to be inconvenient.However, it was the man beside him who made everyone gasp.

The man is dressed in white, with a slender figure, a face like a jade crown, especially a pair of peach blossom eyes like the dawn of spring, which is the most imaginative. Qian Jiali compared them all.

"It's him..." Shan Simiao also saw the man on the stage, and narrowed his eyes vigilantly.

"What is he?" Meng Yunting asked, but his eyes did not move away from the man on the stage. Since he was a child, he thought that Shan Simiao was considered the most beautiful man among men, but such a man who is so beautiful, is still a man in his life. See you for the first time.

"Brother Yang, you're being polite." The man called Mr. Jun closed his folding fan, walked onto the stage with a smile, bowed to Miss Yang, laid down his plain clothes, and sat down beside the beautiful woman comfortably.

Only now did Shan Simiao realize that the man in the wheelchair was followed by another man, with long, slender eyebrows and a drunken face, although he looked younger, he was far less outstanding than the man in the wheelchair.

"The eldest and second youngest of the Yang family, one is Yang Yingsong, the other is Yang Yingzhu, and the next is the youngest daughter, Yang Yingquan." Jiang Yingying from the audience introduced them quietly.

"Who is that?" Shan Si Miao asked, pointing at the man in white.

"...That's the young master Shan Jun Wuyi, why, you don't know the number one martial arts master?" Jiang Yingying looked at the two with some surprise, and she didn't know what kind of tricks these two had mixed up in the rivers and lakes.

"...the number one son of martial arts?" Meng Yunting asked in confusion.

Generally speaking, a man who can be called a son in the martial arts must be a modest gentleman, and the reeds are like jade, and most of them must be of noble birth, with white clothes fluttering.But if it is said that the martial arts is the first, I have never heard of a time when a man can match this appearance and posture.

"Rare is more strange. You know he is from the Tengwang Pavilion."

"Tengwang Pavilion? The Tengwang Pavilion in Hongzhou?" Meng Yunting was shocked.

That was an amazing place, even if the two of them had never met each other, they had heard about the legends of the Eastern Emperor and the Western Teng King.

"I don't hear that the rivers and lakes are exhausted, and the precious and precious niches are in the Tengwang Pavilion." Although Jiang Yingying said so, her tone was very contemptuous, "No one in the world knows that although the current Tengwang is far away from the government and wanders wildly, he secretly eats all the troubles in the world. Since the Tengwang Pavilion was established, there have been more masters gathered, and the sky has been enriched, and the achievements of all the masters of martial arts have been gathered, so how can the three schools and nine schools in the world be able to match."

"It's a pity that King Teng has only one son, so he raised Jun Wuyi by his side. It is said that King Teng's own martial arts are unfathomable. This guy is not something to be messed with. There are also rumors that the adopted son It's just a name, but based on his appearance, he is the person that Prince Teng puts under his pillow, so he is rich and rich, and has received all kinds of favors, even the elders in the Jianghu will be courteous when they see him."

"You really know a lot." Shan Si said faintly, as if there was something in his words.

As soon as Jiang Yingying heard it, she knew that she had talked too much, so she quickly shut up.

"I don't know how Ms. Yang plans to find Mr. Ruyi?" After everyone sat down, Jun Wuyi was the first to speak, which shows that his status is indeed extraordinary.

But judging by his appearance, he doesn't look like he's here to choose a son-in-law.

"Now that we are all here, let's start." The beauty unexpectedly didn't answer him, she didn't even turn her head, Jun Wuyi was not embarrassed, she shook her fan and pursed her lips, waiting for the beauty to pick her up. If you come down.

"Xiaoquan..." Yang Yingsong looked at his little sister helplessly, only to see her stand up quietly, like a willow in the wind, with lotus steps lightly moving, walking around on the stage facing everyone present, and finally came to the stage Before him, he took a closer look at the faces of the people below, and slowly opened his mouth.

"There's no need to compare, it's just him." Qianqian pointed at the direction where Shan Simiao and Meng Yunting were.

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The people in Huaiyang City have seen a lot of martial arts competitions, but this is the first time they have made a decision before the fight has started.

After a moment of silence, the quiet crowd suddenly exploded with a loud coax, and even more serious, Dang even wanted to grab the boy the beauty pointed out and come out for a comparison.

"...Are you or me?" Meng Yunting twitched the corners of his mouth and asked, unexpectedly, the few joking words of the two of them just now came true.

"I don't know." Shan Simiao's face was expressionless, or he looked gloomy at the moment, but he couldn't see it.If he thought that Jiang Yingying had ulterior motives just now, he would almost suspect that this young lady of the Yang family had colluded with her.

Meng Yunting knew that what he hated the most in his life was being manipulated and used by others. From this point of view, he had both.It's strange to be in a good mood.

"Xiaoquan?" Yang Yingsong frowned, obviously very displeased with this younger sister's reckless behavior.

"Since someone wants me to marry, it's the same to marry anyone."

As soon as Yang Yingquan said this, the audience on and off the stage felt even more baffled.Those who came here to watch the fun, are more and more happy. Poor those sons and brothers who originally wanted to embrace the beautiful women, they are all dumbfounded at the moment.

Meng Yunting thought to himself, this must refer to him, isn't it bad luck for eight lifetimes? Isn't it a simple place for a martial arts family? Maybe you won't enjoy the glory and wealth if you go in, and you even lost your life to go in. If I had known that before going out today, I would have done the math for myself.No, what's more important is that she hasn't matched her horoscope yet, if this chick clashes with her, wouldn't it be even worse?

Thinking of this, he moved back quietly, only to see that Yang Yingquan on the stage raised his hand motionlessly, and the direction of his fingers did not move with his steps.Meng Yunting took a look, only to realize that the other party was not referring to him, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"..." But on the side, Shan Simiao's face became even more gloomy. Even if it was so dark, Meng Yunting could still feel the hostility emanating from the people around him based on his years of experience.

"Koizumi!" Yang Yingzhu and the others also realized at this time, she was not referring to the white-faced scholar who looked weak just now, but...but a Baogong face?

"Koizumi...you...you are..." If Yang Yingsong hadn't been inconvenient in his legs and feet, he might have stepped forward to pull down the mischievous Yang Yingquan by now.

"Why? I hate people with pale faces. The whiter they become, the more I hate them." Yang Yingquan raised his chin. Even though he covered his face, he could see that his expression was a little stubborn, and even more, he seemed to be angry.

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