As he spoke, he leaned closer and whispered: "The people who came to the Wang family to propose marriage this time are all the most famous princes in the world. Mr. Xie is so weak that he may not be able to stand out. Mr. Xie, why don't you give me a favor?"
Xie Fu said with a smile: "I really want to help the prince, but I really want to marry Miss Wang."
After hearing this, Yu Wenming was stunned and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, great talent and great strategy, this is exactly what I want."
Thinking that the other party said such ridiculous words, he asked him to offer a good price. He laughed softly and said: "To show my sincerity, how about a mansion in a prosperous area and eight beautiful maids?"
Such a big deal, just one mansion in a prosperous area is worth a lot of money.
Xie Fu said with a smile: "The prince really misunderstood. I really want to marry Miss Wang."
He stood up and said, "Farewell."
Yu Wenming suddenly changed his face, and said with a gloomy sneer: "It's up to you, Mr. Xie, don't give me a toast or eat as a penalty."
Xie Fu smiled and said, "I drink all kinds of wine."
Xie Fu just stepped forward, but the person who was leading the way blocked Xie Fu's path. This man's name was Luo Wenming. He was originally the son of Yu Wenming's ace in Gengzi. But at the end of the day, the bronze medal flew into the air but fell strangely. Yu Wenming I have always suspected that some literary masters were secretly behind the scenes.
Love looked like a master and said proudly: "My young master hasn't said you can leave yet."
At the same time, the true energy came out of the body, giving Xie Fu an invisible force, probably to make Xie Fu weigh it.
After all, this is the territory of the Wang family. Yu Wenming didn't want to make too much noise. He just wanted to give Mr. Xie a warning. He said with a smile: "Young Master Xie, I'd better stay and have another drink with this young master to make things clear."
Xie Fu turned to Yu Wenming and smiled, but blurted out: "Yu Wenming, aren't you afraid of death?"
He is too familiar with these aristocratic young men, with their arrogant and arrogant habits. They act like I am the best in the world and no one dares to offend them. However, they will not shed tears until they see the coffin. No matter how many good or bad words you say, it will be in vain.
Yu Wenming's face turned cold and he winked at Love.
Seeing the opportunity, Luofu got angry and said angrily: "How dare you be so rude to my young master."
However, Yu Wenming wanted to use Love's hands to beat Xie Fu to death and maim him first. Anyway, afterward, he had a hundred mouths to quibble, and others could not do anything to him.
If he is really Cui Sanfei's man and promises huge profits afterwards, Cui Sanfei will not go to war with the Yuwen family for a subordinate. After all, Cui Sanfei has many enemies. One more enemy is not as good as one more friend.
Xie Fu said calmly: "Get out of the way."
"Kneel down immediately and apologize to my young master."
Love made a request that humiliated Fu Xie and made Fu Xie unable to agree. He just wanted to provoke Fu Xie into action.
Xie Fu laughed and took a step forward.
Love became murderous and moved his hand slightly, but suddenly found that he couldn't move his hand.
Every time Xie Fu took a step forward, he forced Love to take a step back. This feeling had never happened before.
Yu Wenming was still smiling while watching the show, but when he saw Luo Luo retreating step by step, he couldn't help but be surprised.
Facing Xie Fu, Love was in the middle of a crossfire between qi and machines. He could only experience the dangers among them. Among masters, the winner can be determined with one move.
When he reached the carved gate, Xie Fu's aura was calm, revealing his perfect law. Although he didn't take any action, he was even better than his previous one.
Luo Luo was startled, stepped aside to avoid the sharp attack, and respectfully sent Xie Fu out of the carved door like a servant.
After Xie Fu left, Yu Wenming said coldly: "Mr. Luo, what's going on?"
Love came to his senses from the moment of life and death and responded: "Sir, this person is unfathomable."
For someone of Yu Wenming's level, naturally he couldn't see the mystery in it, and said displeasedly: "You know he is unfathomable even before you take action."
At this level, Love didn't know how to explain it. He only knew that it was him who was lucky. Others would have acted foolishly. He was afraid that he would definitely die, so he actually said: "Sir, you will face him later and admit defeat."
Yu Wenming slapped him with a gentle slap.
Xiuyun breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Mr. Xie had returned safely. It seemed that Mr. Xie had agreed, otherwise he wouldn't be able to come back.
Although she is a maid, as a maid of the Wang family, her experience is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary maids, and she knows a lot.
Xiuyun didn't ask much about some things, pretending that nothing had happened. She just looked at Xie Fu, but the admiration in her eyes weakened a lot.
After a while, with the loud voice of Governor Wu, the first scene of the day began.
Ye Jinghong in the first column of Jizi versus the third column.
There was no suspense in the result, but in the end Ye Jinghong kicked the water to protect his opponent with water, preventing him from falling to the ground in a panic, but people saw Ye Jinghong's humble demeanor.
The man in Yi Zong was convinced that he had lost. He cupped his fists and said in respect, "Young City Lord, I lose."
Next is the highlight of the day, Yan Jun Long Jing of the fifth column versus Wei Sanren, the sword king of the eighth column.
When Wei Sanren came to the stage, Feng Shoudao said: "Mr. Wei, avenge me and beat him severely, lest these surnames think that I have no one in Suzhou."
Yesterday, the opponent defeated him with just one hand. It was really embarrassing. I think Wei Sanren should have entered the second level after the battle at Xianqiao. Haha, look at how many second levels there are in the world.
Wei Sanren nodded lightly. There was no way he could return. Whether he could survive or not depended on the opponent's ability.
Zhang Lingxiao knew the details of Wei Sanren well and had full confidence in Wei Sanren. He said calmly: "Mr. Wei, preserve your strength, your opponent is Ye Jinghong."
Although Ye Jinghong fought twice in a row, he was a weakling, but he was waiting for work. Although Wei Sanren had already entered the second level, it was thought that he could only defeat Ye Jinghong when he was in his prime.
This was also the reason why he stopped Wei San and Nan Rong Yinfeng from continuing to fight yesterday.
Dugu Jian also whispered: "Mr. Long, try to preserve your strength. Your real opponent is Ye Jinghong."
He knew that Sword King Wei Sanren had a good reputation and was not easy to deal with. He then added: "If you have no choice, sir, you don't have to hold back and act according to the opportunity."
The two masters floated in the lake, ten feet apart, but they were both frozen and motionless. However, their energy secretly clashed, and the lake surface showed a strange stillness, as if there was suddenly no wind.
The spring breeze was still there, but it just couldn't blow between the two of them.
Wei Sanren slowly drew out his sword in awe.
This time Long Jing not only used his hands, but also showed off his own weapon - a Western Region sword.
Although this Western Region sword is not a treasure handed down from generation to generation, it was made by a skilled craftsman of the blacksmithing clan.
The feather-like pattern texture on the surface of this Western Region sword seems to be glowing with life, which is thrilling. Under the sun, the blade is sharp and the blade is like autumn frost.
The unique pattern on the blade also shows that it is a magical weapon from the forging clan.
Only the swordsmiths of the blacksmithing family have such technology, spending fifty or even a hundred layers of fine iron to forge a knife. Only the forging spirit of the blacksmithing family can spend months, even years and decades to forge a knife. A knife.
The lifelong wish of every swordsmith in the blacksmith clan is to forge a weapon that is extremely hard and sharp.
Compared to fighting the enemy with one hand yesterday, Long Jing used both hands today and showed his weapons to show his respect for Wei Sanren.
Wei Sanren said: "I'm taking action." He has no chance of retaliation. Whether he can survive depends on the opponent's ability.
Long Jing responded: "Okay."
Before the word "good" came to the ground, Wei Sanren had already taken action. Just like yesterday, the sword was powerful and roaring, the sword energy broke through the water, and moved mountains and seas.
The power of Pompi, like a flood breaking through a dam, destroying everything in its path.
Clang!
The moment the two swords clashed and their eyes locked, Long Jing was pushed back by Wei Sanren for more than ten feet before he could stabilize his body. His energy and blood were stirring, and his mouth was numb.
What a domineering sword.
However, Long Jing didn't make any adjustments, and Wei Sanren's second strike came, even more powerful than the first strike.
When Feng Shoudao saw this, he was shocked and said: "Such a powerful sword can actually fire two swords without any gaps."
Feng Shoudao knew that Wei Sanren's sword was a domineering one. It could strike with all its strength without any return, just like when we chop wood, after one strike with all our strength, the next sword needs to be charged up before cutting.
But the so-called sword moves leave room for recovery in offense and defense. This kind of domineering use to coerce people is not suitable for everyone, but it is Wei Sanren's specialty. His sword is too domineering.
Is this the breakthrough after entering the second level? Supported by the thick and endless infuriating energy, the strength of the exertion is instantaneous.
This second blow inflicted more damage on Long Jing. His body was pushed back more than twenty feet. Not only was the energy and blood inside his body churning, but he already felt like his muscles and veins were about to burst. His body was also like the earth cracking open, with countless skin and flesh cracks. It opened, and blood burst out from the cracks.
Feng Shoudao was even more surprised when Wei Sanren struck out for the third time.
This sword was more powerful than the previous two swords, shining brightly on the earth like the sun shining in the sky.
This third sword, Long Jing could no longer resist, was submerged in the huge wave of sword light, and disappeared.
Feng Shoudao was shocked from the depths of his heart and said: "What a sword king, Wei Sanren, so domineering."
Sword King Wei Sanren sheathed his sword and said proudly: "You can block two of my swords. You are one of the few in the world who can defeat you. You are already proud of yourself."
Xie Fu said to Ye Jinghong: "Brother Ye, you didn't mean a sharp move, why did he fire three swords in a row?"
Ye Jinghong smiled and said: "Although the King of Swords has three swords, it is only one sword. The first two swords are the force, and the third sword is the edge. It is indeed powerful, but Yan Jun is not easy to deal with. I'm afraid it will be a tough fight."
Xie Fu asked in surprise: "Brother Ye, what do you mean?"
"Thank you, brother, please take a look."
Only a short figure was seen, flying across the sky as fast as a meteor. It was Long Jing who had just been knocked away and disappeared.
Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that Long Jing was still alive. They thought he was cut into pieces by the blade.
Sword King Wei Sanren let out a whoosh, and his appearance was a bit naughty and cute.
Long Jing's body was covered in blood, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. He was obviously injured, but he laughed loudly: "As expected of Wei Sanren, the Sword King. Well, I don't have to hold anything back."
When these words fell into the ears of others, they only felt that he was arrogant and curious, and that Long Jing didn't have any other tricks up his sleeve.
When Dugu Jian saw Long Jing coming back, he breathed a sigh of relief, but don't rely on it. He was killed before he could show his strength. This was really unfair. He shouted loudly: "Sir, go all out."
A strange and shocking scene appeared in front of everyone.
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