Everyone was stunned and looked towards the high platform. The person who spoke out was none other than Genshanmen Zhang Qing. This man was sitting with Zhao Qian. The two were discussing something, but suddenly Zhang Qing burst into flames and pointed an attack at Wu Gen.
Wu Gen was also a little confused. He was here under the orders of Zhao Ling. How could this clear hair be filled with evil fire? Seeing the presence of the old god Zhao Qian, he suddenly felt enlightened.
This melon son was tricked again. It was probably because Zhao Qian didn't like him, so he ordered this guy with a wet head to embarrass him.
The two Zhao brothers and sisters are not fuel-efficient lamps.
The group of guards guarding the audience also pricked up their ears. Zhang Qing's words were too hateful. Even if you are a Qi practitioner and look down on martial artists, you can't say it in front of so many people and put it on the table.
Zhao Chang also frowned and glanced coldly at his son and the cheap nephew.
Zhao Ling and Wu Gen looked at each other. With her intelligence, she couldn't tell that Zhang Qing was being taken advantage of. My brother embarrassed Wu Gen in public, which also made it difficult for him to step down. After all, Wu Gen was brought back by himself, so beating a dog depends on the owner.
Wu Gen stood up lazily and was about to speak. Chu Ji couldn't help it anymore, grabbed the silk scarf on his head and threw it hard. The originally light silk scarf went straight towards Zhang Qing.
The little guy doesn't care whether you are noble or not. Didn't he and his brother just eat more and they were driven away?
"Bad guy." Chu Ji pointed at Zhang Qing and said loudly.
When the silk scarf came to Zhang Qing, he gently grabbed it in his hand and put it into his arms. Zhang Qing was actually a little resentful that Chu Ji had stolen Zhao Ling's limelight today, and with Zhao Qian's encouragement, she couldn't help but speak out.
But Chu Ji was a future nobleman after all, so he couldn't directly attack him, so he had to give Wu Gen some face.
Wu Gen gently touched Chu Ji's head, turned around and said, "What's wrong with Wu Fu? Martial arts is also one of the great avenues of heaven and earth, so how can it not have a place here?"
Pointing at the soldiers under the high platform, he said loudly: "Fighting with other countries, fighting to the death with alien races, these warriors are not brave enough to shed blood. Why, after so many years of peace, warriors have become despicable things."
As soon as these words came out, the group of soldiers on patrol below the stage all looked angry. Wu Gen's move actually brought a group of people to his side, so as not to face the "sages" alone here.
Zhang Qing's expression remained unchanged, but she didn't expect Wu Gen to dare to refute him on the spot. After secretly glancing at Zhao Chang's expression, the other party showed no reaction, so he reassured: "Dignity comes from strength. If you are not convinced, you can dare to compete with all of you to prove your qualifications to sit here."
Zhang Qing's words resonated with everyone sitting on the high platform. It is true that martial arts has gradually declined over the years, and its status has gradually declined. Not to mention Qi practitioners, intellectuals, and the like, just like people born with supernatural powers, they have gradually looked down on them. Takefu.
These people are all different people, and the important thing is that they have a different character. Most of the people who practice martial arts are ordinary people. Everyone can learn it, so they will naturally be looked down upon.
What's more, the wars with foreign races have gradually ceased in recent years, and there have been fewer disputes between countries. Naturally, warriors are no longer valued so much, and their status is bound to decline. Originally, there were martial arts temples in various places for ancestors to pay homage to their descendants. After so many years, many of these martial arts temples have been abandoned, and some have even been directly used for other purposes.
This is how things in the world are, everyone in the world is utilitarian, but if they lose their value, no matter what the past is, they will most likely be abandoned in the corner of the house.
"I have no problem, I don't know who is willing to teach me." Wu Gen raised his head and said. According to the past, when encountering such things, I would hide away if I could, but today it involved the dignity of a martial artist, and I was the only martial artist on the high platform, so naturally I couldn't retreat.
There are some things you can hide from. There are some things that cannot be given up to even half a moment.
Zhao Ling frowned slightly, but his expression remained calm. Zhang Qing was calm and did not speak.
"Hahaha." Zhao Chang stood up at this time, "That's fine, each can show their strengths. Since it is a group of sages, it is also interesting to have a little discussion, but it is better not to hurt your life.
Let's do this. There will be three competitions. There will be three wise men and three warriors. They will compete here. The winner will receive three thorn jade. "As he said this, he glanced at Wu Gen with unclear meaning.
Wu Gen secretly smiled bitterly, this prince is
Put it on the fire and roast it yourself. There is only one martial artist on the high platform, so he has to fight three times in a row by himself. He can't call Xiang Qi up to help.
In this case, Wu Gen stepped forward, cupped his hands towards Zhao Chang and said: "Your Majesty, you all showed your skills just now, and you are all rewarded. Chu Ji also tried his magic skills for a while, I don't know if there are rewards." Chu Ji was originally made to take action out of resentment. Zhao Ling lied to himself, wondering if he could find something from Chief Zhao.
Since you want to push me into the fire pit, how can you do it without some blood?
"Yes, Chu Ji is also extraordinary. Let's do this, both of them will be rewarded." After saying that, he asked someone to give Chu Ji and the man who had just transformed into a Luan bird a thorn jade each.
Soon, Chang Zhao asked people to clear the third level platform as a venue for the competition. Some formations were also arranged to avoid harming others.
Xiang Qi quietly walked to the edge of the stage and whispered: "Brother, thank you for raising your voice for warriors. How about I go up and fight."
Wu Gen knew in his heart that Zhao Changcun wanted to humiliate him. He had forced Zhao Ling to give someone a foster daughter, and no one would feel too comfortable if this happened to him. This is also the reason why Chang Zhao never summoned Wu Gen and Chu Ji.
"No, if you take action, I'm afraid someone will do harm to you in the future. They are here for me, and that's what happens next. If you really want to help me, find a strong bow." Wu Gen only brought iron arrows today, and He didn't bring a bow, and the tension of his boxwood bow was too low.
"Okay, use mine. It's the hardest bow in the camp. Teach these bastards a lesson." Xiang Qi looked coldly at the arrogant "sages" in the stands. Regardless of any grievances in the past, this is a great cause. , all warriors should share the same hatred of the enemy.
After a while, a black iron bow was delivered to Wu Gen. It had a dark bow body and ferocious tiger heads at both ends. It looked very imposing at first glance.
When a martial artist faces a cultivator, what he fears most is the opponent's long-distance attack, so Wu Gen must be prepared for this.
At this time, the other parties humbly resigned to each other and selected three people.
The first person was named Yao Yong, who came from Genshanmen. Zhang Qing's parents are both elders in the sect, and their status is second only to the sect leader. Since Zhang Qing opened her mouth, she naturally had to be the first to stand up.
Yao Yong walked up to the stage, his hair and beard all white, put his hands in his sleeves, looked at Wu Gen and shook his head, "Shuzi, you dare to speak nonsense in such an occasion. I really don't know if there are people outside the mountains, or there is a sky outside the sky, why don't you get out of here quickly."
Wu Gen held a broken knife, carried a long bow on his back, wore inner armor, and was neatly dressed. He walked to the field and said, "What a great man, under the bright sky, when did you, a man with a head like an animal, scream and chase after filth, pop out from the cracks in the stone?" People like you are barking like crazy. If you are too old to die, you are a thief. I am talking about people like you."
There was silence.
The wind blew across the high platform, making a whistling sound, and then blew back into the valley. Even Wu Gen's curses were brought back, as if helping Wu Gen laugh at the old man opposite.
Where is this place, who are the people sitting here, and why do I hear such vulgar sounds.
Everyone looked at each other, even Zhao Chang had a look of astonishment on his face.
You know, here are a group of elegant people like Gui Ruzhang, high-spirited and vulgar, their words are elegant and supportive, and their hands and feet are full of secluded style. The sudden appearance of such a rough man made everyone stunned for a moment.
"vulgar."
"That's true, Taketo."
"Ashamed to be on stage with this person.".
There was a lot of noise and excitement.
"Shuzi, if I don't teach you a lesson today, wouldn't you make your colleagues laugh at you?" Yao Yongyong's beard trembled and he pointed at Wu Gen with his hand.
Without waiting for Wu Gen to say anything, he reached out from his sleeve and pulled out a foot-long silk painting with an eye-catching evil tiger on it. He was also scared at this time, lest Wu Gen would utter any unsavory words again and take action earlier.
Holding the painting in his left hand, he pointed two fingers on the back of the painting with his right hand and said softly: "Go."
A deafening tiger roar came out, and a strong wind blew from the high platform. A white tiger jumped out of the painting. When it first jumped out, it was as big as a cat. Soon its body swelled with the wind, and it roared and was about to pounce towards Wu Gen.
But just as the tiger's body took shape, an arrow shot over like black lightning, hitting the tiger in the middle.
head. Where the arrow reached, the tiger's head cracked open and turned into a patch of light that dissipated.
The long arrow did not lose its force and pierced straight into the painting. The long arrow body actually disappeared into the painting. The silk painting trembled, and with a stabbing sound, the long arrow appeared from the back of the painting again, piercing Yao Yong's sleeve. The huge momentum took him flying backwards, and hit the stone platform heavily.
A large human-shaped pit appeared on the stone platform, and Yao Yong was lying in it, unconscious.
There was silence again. Some people still didn't understand what was going on, so the detective kept his neck and watched.
Wu Gen's legs were in a bow stance, still maintaining his archery posture. Just then he saw Yao Yong take out the silk painting. Wu Gen had already held the bow in his hand and quickly shot the iron arrow with the blood talisman on it. This person is not a pedantic person. He has to wait for the other party to finish the spell before taking action.
As the saying goes, in the world of martial arts, only quickness is the key, and those complicated and fancy methods can only lead to death.
Zhang Qing's face turned red and white. She didn't expect that one of her own family members would be the first to take action, and they would suffer such a big loss. She couldn't help but said angrily: "Wu Gen, the prince won't let anyone hurt, so why did he strike so hard?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone here rolled their eyes. They were discussing and discussing. As long as they don't die, it's possible that the two of them need a warm spring breeze.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Zhang Qing felt bored and asked someone to carry the unconscious Yao Yong away. I didn't expect that this young man who looked a bit rogue could be so powerful.
Wu Gen was also a little surprised. The hard bow Xiang Qi gave him was indeed extraordinary in strength. This arrow consumed 30% of his true energy.
After a moment of silence, at Zhao Chang's signal, another person stood up.
This person was holding a bell, and when he came up he announced his name. His name turned out to be Luo Yuanbing. He cupped his hands to the nobles on the stage and said, "My lords, my little tricks are a bit scary, please forgive me."
"It doesn't matter." After getting Chief Zhao's approval, Luo Yuanbing asked someone to bring up a box that was as tall as a person. Everyone was a little curious as to what kind of medicine Luo Yuanbing was selling in his gourd.
The box opened and a black mist floated out. Luo Yuanbing rang the bell and stood up from the box. This man's eyes were closed tightly, his face was ashen, and he was still wearing broken armor.
"This is an ancient corpse that I dug up from an ancient battlefield. It was refined with secret medicine. It can be said that it is invulnerable and not afraid of water and fire. It is a sharp weapon for fighting warriors in the battle formation." Luo Yuanbing said as he glanced at Wu through.
Wu Gen's face turned dark at this time. He refined the corpse of his ancestor into a magical weapon, and he was a soldier who died in battle. This person deserves to die.
"Ding." As soon as the bell rang, the ancient corpse opened its eyes, which were just two holes, staring at Wu Gen fiercely.
Luo Yuanbing took a step back and pointed at Wu Gen, "Go."
Without any explanation, the ancient corpse rushed towards Wu Gen with a long knife in hand.
There was a loud bang, and Wu Gen's arm felt numb. This ancient corpse has great power, which is rarely seen in the world. The sword turned in a circle, and the broken sword struck the opponent's chest, but was knocked back. Sure enough, as Luo Yuanbing said, the ancient corpse is as strong as refined iron.
At this moment, Chu Ji ran over for some unknown reason. The ancient corpse said nothing and slashed at it with a knife.
Seeing this scene, Wu Gen was so frightened that he lost two of his souls.
