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"Eighth Young Master!"
Many of the noble gentlemen present were dumbfounded when they heard the words "Eighth Young Master" spoken by Miss Yueying and the young man in white shirt in front of him announcing his family status.
Xie Xiangcai smiled and turned his head, looking at the pale Qi Liangcai, and said softly, "Green-haired puppy, do you still want to bite me?"
How did Qi Liangcai know that the ordinary boy in white shirt he humiliated on the street not long ago was actually the eighth son of Qingmeng City? If he had known about it in advance, he would not have dared even if he had a hundred courages!
Not to mention that the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City has the backing of a peerless powerhouse like Immortal Immortal, but looking at the Eighth Young Master’s strength, he is an existence that is arrogant among all the heroes!
Qi Liangcai could only surrender at this time, endured the severe pain in his leg, forced a smile, and smiled at Xie Xiangcai, "I don't know, Junlang, that you are the eighth young master. You have offended many people before, and I hope you will atone for your sins!"
Xie Xiangcai still had a smile on his face. He slowly let go of Qi Liangcai's leg and threw him to the ground. He then took out a small bottle from his arms and threw it in front of Qi Liangcai.
"This is the bruise medicine my senior brother gave me. I'll give it to you to use, so as not to say that I am too weak to win and damage Master's reputation. But you must remember that you are not allowed to be so rude in the future!"
Xie Xiangcai's chuckle echoed in the huge hall, and everyone couldn't help but cast admiring glances at him after hearing his words.
Such a large amount deserves the name "Eight Young Masters".
Xie Xiangcai clapped his hands, tapped the soles of his feet on the ground, and like a gust of breeze, he climbed onto the ring, stretched out his muscles, and then looked around at the young masters surrounding the ring with a smile, and said calmly, "The Four Realms" If you come down, you don’t have to come up.”
After saying this, most of the people took three steps back, and only a dozen or so people stood still, motionless.
Xie Xiangcai stretched out a hand, opened his palm and waved in his direction, "You twelve, since you are all warriors of the four realms of transcendence, then I will fight you four rounds with one against three, it doesn't count. How about using the few to bully the many?"
The twelve martial arts leaders standing in front of the crowd all looked at each other in shock when they heard Xie Xiangcai's words. After a long time, one of them took a step forward and raised his voice by three points, "I wonder what the Eighth Young Master's current state is? One against three, are you so confident?"
Just as Xie Xiang took one step forward, a gust of breeze suddenly came and hovered three inches above his head.
The boy in white shirt nodded slightly, clenched his fists, and a wave of air spread out.
The shock caused the twelve young warriors to step back slightly.
Xie Xiangcai smiled brightly, stretched, and said in a clear voice, "I said that I am the most outstanding fine gold warrior within a thousand or even ten thousand miles of Qingmeng City. Isn't this an exaggeration?"
The young man in white shirt knew clearly that his martial arts skills were hard to match in the Five Realms. However, in the past three months, he had been following the method mentioned by the Seventh Senior Brother to continuously polish and refine the original power of the martial arts roots in his body. Let them reach the so-called "naturally formed" state.
Xie Xiangcai also knew that as long as he wanted to break through the realm, he could reach the fourth realm or even the fifth realm.
The young man also understood in his heart that these pure original powers were not cultivated by himself in the final analysis. Having such a strong strength is simply because of the inheritance of his ancestors, and he wanted to truly use them for his own use. Without thousands or even tens of thousands of days and nights of polishing and forging, it will end up being "talking on paper".
Xie Xiangcai took a deep breath, stepped back a little, and looked calmly at the three young men who stepped onto the ring.
He exhaled a breath and stood with his hands behind his back.
"please--"
After Xie Xiangcai finished speaking, the three young warriors in front of him, whose strength seemed to be much stronger than Qi Liangcai's, gathered three powerful energies together, and their bodies brushed the ring and swept forward.
Under the ring, everyone looked at the ring with bated breath, and at the same time they were sweating in their hearts for the young young man in white.
After all, he was facing four genuine warriors from the Fourth Realm. Was it too much to take them so lightly?
However, after five rounds, everyone understood that this was not because the boy in white shirt was arrogant, but because he was confident.
On the stage, the whirlpool formed by the combined efforts of three young people was suddenly blocked by an invisible blue energy barrier when it was less than five feet away from Xie Xiangcai's chest. In an instant, it disappeared into nothingness. .
The three of them were horrified. Just when they were about to take action, the young man's figure had disappeared from where he was. When he reappeared, he was already in front of them.
Xie Xiangcai lightly pushed out three palms, knocking the three people off the ring, then flicked his sleeves and used three powerful forces to hold the three people up, and placed them lightly on the ground.
The boy in the white shirt hugged his fists towards the three of them, smiled lightly, said "show your shame", then straightened up again and stood with his hands behind his back.
All the noble gentlemen present, who have always claimed to be "unbeatable opponents within a thousand miles", all felt ashamed in their hearts and did not dare to raise their heads to look at the young man in white shirt above the ring.
The girl in red and the handsome oiran lady above the pavilion had her dark eyebrows curved like a crescent moon. She looked at the high-spirited young man above the ring and unconsciously put her arms on the railing with a smile.
When a warrior walks in the world, the most important thing is face.
The three young warriors who landed on the ground were defeated by Xie Xiangcai within five rounds. Their cheeks suddenly turned red and they wanted to dig a hole in the ground and stuff their heads in.
The other party is not only young, but also has a level lower than the three of them. However, the three of them can't survive five rounds in the hands of the other party. If such a scandal is released, neither themselves nor the sect will be able to bring glory to their faces.
When the remaining nine young warriors saw this situation, they considered the gap between themselves and the three people who were knocked off the stage, and they all took a few steps back with slightly changed expressions.
Xie Xiang, who was on the stage, saw this and understood it in his heart. However, he knew that face was important, so he saw through it without saying anything, and just laughed it off.
The onlookers around who were timid and did not dare to step forward also understood what the nine people meant. They looked at them playfully without saying a word.
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely subtle.
The young man on the stage couldn't help but feel a little bored, and sleepiness couldn't help but hit his heart. He yawned and said vaguely, "There are still people..."
Halfway through his words, the door that had been closed for a long time was suddenly pushed open.
"Creak——"
two
A young man who was more than seven feet tall and dressed as a scholar stumbled in. Before he could announce his home, he tripped over the threshold and fell like a dog in front of everyone.
The bookcase he was carrying behind him was hooked by a protruding corner, and a big hole was torn out with a "stab" sound. The volumes in it were scattered all over the floor, and even the jar containing ink was smashed to pieces, shattering the floor tiles. Suddenly it was dyed ink black.
The scholar hurriedly got up with a blushing face. Looking at the books scattered on the floor and the ground covered with ink stains, he couldn't help but feel a little at a loss.
"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Feeling the many glances directed at him, the scholar's cheeks turned even redder. He hurriedly bowed to everyone with clasped fists, and bowed one by one in the four directions of east, west, north, and south.
After saying that, he hurriedly picked up the hat that had fallen on the ground and pressed it onto his messy hair in a panic.
After doing all this, he paused and piled all the books together and held them in his arms. Just as he was about to get up, he saw the ink stains all over the ground, so he threw the books aside and quickly took off his coat and put them in ink. On the stains, there is obviously some meaning of out of sight, out of mind.
He just stood up with the scroll in his hands, smiled awkwardly at everyone, cleared his throat and asked, "Is this... the Yuanyang Tower where the gathering of heroes is held?"
Jin Yuanyang looked at the white-faced scholar dressed in this way, and his heart suddenly became furious. He said in an unprecedented tone of displeasure, "Is this young man stupid because of his reading or is he blind? Can't you see the three characters Yuanyanglou outside the door?"
Everyone was very puzzled when they saw the always good-tempered Jin Yuanyang's sudden attitude, and cast curious glances at the bewildered scholar.
Could it be that this guy is Jin Yuanyang's old friend?
But doesn’t it look like he’s that old?
Could it be that the dignified owner of Yuanyang Tower was born when that boy was born in his mother's womb...
The scholar hurriedly bowed to Jin Yuanyang, "Sister, this young man has been rude. Calm down your anger..."
When Jin Yuanyang heard the other party calling her sister, her anger dissipated by a third, and she curled her lips and said, "Scholars, just go and study in peace, get fame and marry your boudoir beauty, the daughter of a prince, why come to this vulgar place to join in the fun? ?”
The white-faced scholar smiled awkwardly and looked involuntarily at the drowsy young man in white shirt on the stage. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He thrust the scroll in his arms into the hands of a turtle man and gave him a few coins. The copper plate then brought a gust of wind and swept onto the ring.
Xie Xiangcai, who had been dozing off, suddenly woke up at this moment. Looking at the frail white-faced scholar in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, then showed surprise on his face, and couldn't help but clasped his fists and saluted him.
The scholar returned the courtesy and said, "Young master Du Meijun, I have met the young master here."
Xie Xiangcai no longer felt relaxed in his heart, and his expression became more solemn, "I, Xie Xiangcai, have met Mr. Du."
"Xiao Sheng is only fifteen years old."
"I'm fifteen too."
"What a coincidence."
The two of them returned the favor in a funny manner, leaving Monk Zhanger confused by everyone around them.
Xie Xiangcai finally got a little tired, straightened up and asked in a deep voice, "Is Mr. Du also here to fight for the opportunity to spend a good night with the beauty?"
Du Meijun couldn't help being startled when she heard the words, and then smiled and waved her hands, "No, no, the young man just came to see the beauty and then wrote a poem. The word "sex" has a knife on his head. Xiaosheng is still young and cannot touch the word "sex". "
Xie Xiangcai looked at Du Meijun curiously. However, the more he looked at her, the less relaxed he felt. The more he probed, the less sure he felt.
He had a vague feeling in his heart that he could not defeat the white-faced scholar in front of him who seemed to be "powerless".
Fortunately, Xie Xiangcai is also confident that he will not lose to the opponent.
Du Meijun changed the topic, looked at Xie Xiangcai and smiled, "But I have another idea during this trip, which is to discuss and discuss with Mr. Xie."
Everyone exclaimed when they heard this, but at this time they no longer dared to take it lightly. After all, they had just seen the scholar's skills. With such speed, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
Xie Xiangcai heard Du Meijun's words, nodded slightly, took a deep breath, clasped his fists and said, "Xie Xiangcai, the eighth disciple of Immortal Immortal Seat."
Du Meijun was not surprised, and nodded slightly, also clasping his fists and respectfully saying, "Du Meijun, a disciple of Xianshan Academy."
Xie Xiangcai restrained his aura and quietly circulated the original power within Wu Gen.
Du Meijun also had a restrained expression, with energy flowing through her fingertips.
The two of them seemed to have a telepathic connection, and their figures disappeared from the same place at the same time.
The young man in white shirt is as strong as a night falcon and rushes towards the scholar in brown clothes opposite.
The scholar in brown clothes is as agile as a falcon, swooping towards the young man in white clothes in front of him.
The two people staggered for a moment, and then immediately separated. The moment they separated, the entire Yuanyang Tower trembled.
"bass--"
The two barriers formed by the condensed strength of the two people rubbed against each other, making a sharp and harsh sound like the collision of gold and iron.
The brown and emerald green figures kept moving back and forth on the stage, dazzling everyone in the audience, and the shocked warriors who saw it kept cheering.
The two of them were fighting each other, and they also saw the red lips of the two beauties, an old man and a young man, in front of the railing on the second floor. Their eyes were full of surprise.
For so many years, the gathering of heroes held in Yuanyang Tower has never seen such a confrontation between two outstanding young masters!
Xie Xiangcai pulled himself out from the storm of concentrated energy, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and landed heavily on the side of the ring.
The same was true for Du Meijun, who scraped the ground and kicked several steps before stopping.
The two looked at each other in surprise.
The next moment, the figures disappeared together again.
The two streams of light intertwined, and the air waves spread out, shattering the four thick wooden stakes surrounding the ring into fragments of different sizes.
Xie Xiangcai smashed his palm against the fist that was coming in front of him. After a "bang" explosion, he and Du Meijun fell off the ring at the same time.
Both of them landed on both sides of the ring, ten steps away from the ring.
"Good skill!"
Xie Xiangcai and Du Meijun said in unison.
The two of them shook their numb palms at the same time and looked at each other in unison.
Du Meijun took one step forward, and Xie Xiangcai's heart tightened.
Does he still have the strength to fight?
Du Meijun came forward with the other foot leaning against the mountain, flicked her sleeves to dissipate all the energy in her body, and bowed to Xie Xiangcai, "Gentleman, take action."
Xie Xiangcai returned the gift, laughed, and took a big step forward.
"That's it."
Du Meijun's eyes were full of admiration, she straightened up and praised, "Master Xie's martial arts skills are amazing, he is worthy of being a disciple of the old immortal sect."
Xie Xiangcai scratched his head. Although he had never heard of the name "Xianshan Academy", he still said, "Master Du is worthy of being a disciple of Xianshan Academy, with superb skills."
Du Meijun smiled shyly and waved her hand, "Master often says that meeting an opponent in chess is a good thing. It seems that today I can not only catch a glimpse of the beauty, but also meet Mr. Xie, who is as good as a dragon or a phoenix. I am very lucky."
On the pavilion, Jin Yuanyang just came back to his senses, smiled and said to Xie Xiangcai and Du Meijun, "The two young masters are tied, what should we do now?"
Du Meijun looked at Xie Xiangcai, smiled knowingly, took a step back, stepped back in front of the crowd, bent down and bowed, "Young man doesn't need a good night, I just want the beauty to go downstairs and see her true face."
For a moment, everyone recovered from the previous tense and exciting showdown and looked expectantly at the girl in the red dress above the pavilion.
The girl pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly under the gaze of the golden mandarin duck, her red lips parted slightly, and her sweet voice echoed throughout the entire pavilion.
"good."
