For a moment, everyone around the ring looked at him.
A pair of eyes stared at Jiang Zicheng, as if looking at "this fool who came from nowhere."
Seeing this, Jiang Zicheng felt even more embarrassed and his face turned red.
"Go ahead -"
But at this time, Feng Qingwu stood behind him, whispered something, then reached out and patted his shoulder. When Jiang Zicheng wasn't paying attention -
Push him out of the crowd!
Jiang Zicheng, who was forced to appear in the public eye: ...Ahhhhh, senior sister, you can't do this to me!
But at this moment, Wu Zhong on the ring had already looked at him and said, "This little brother is called Chen Zijiang, right? Are you sure you want to participate in this contest to recruit a bride?"
Having said the words, Jiang Zicheng could only nod his head: "Yes, I want to participate in the martial arts competition to recruit a bride."
It's not like he can't beat these people.
I just feel...awkward.
Jiang Zicheng took a deep breath, and under the expectant looks of Wu Zhong and other onlookers, he put his toes on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zicheng jumped up lightly, leaping over the crowd like a flying swallow, and finally landed lightly on the ring. This way of appearing on the stage immediately aroused exclamations from the people around him.
"Wow, this guy has something."
"Okay, okay, I'll watch it a little bit this time!"
"Little tricks, I think he is not as good as xxx from East Street."
"Screw you, is he as good as the xxx next door to me? It is said that he is already a monk in the Qi training stage, that's how powerful he is!"
On the stage, Jiang Zicheng, who was already a monk in the foundation-building stage, had extraordinary senses. He could clearly hear the discussions of the melon-eating crowd below the stage. He looked at Feng Qingwu almost as if he was asking for help.
As a result, when I looked over, I couldn't even find anyone.
Jiang Zicheng was shocked: Senior sister, you have embarrassed me again!
But at this moment, another person had already walked up to the ring. Jiang Zicheng had no time to think about it anymore and turned to look over.
It was a burly middle-aged man covered in tendons.
"You, pretty boy, still want to beat me?"
“You’ll know once you try it!”
Jiang Zicheng immediately suppressed all his embarrassment, looked calmly, and with a flick of his backhand, he actually took out a folding fan, opened it with one hand and gently swayed it on his chest.
The people in front of him were just mortals with no training and no spiritual power. They had practiced some superficial martial arts. They were no threat at all.
To be precise, none of the people present could beat him.
Therefore, Feng Qingwu has only one requirement for Jiang Zicheng - he must be beautiful, relaxed and freehand, the kind that would make a layman say "fuck that's awesome" at a glance.
So, after the arena competition started——
The burly middle-aged man roared like a wild bull, with all the knotted muscles on his body bulging inch by inch, and roared at Jiang Zicheng, the sound was extremely terrifying.
Seeing this, the melon-eating crowd immediately shouted.
"Fuck, this is a real man——"
"Is it really better than the pretty boy next to you? Damn it!"
The fair-faced Jiang Zicheng had a calm face. When the big man rushed over like a bull, the folding fan in his hand shook slightly, then quickly closed it, and then he saw——
When the big man rushed in with terrifying momentum.
One end of the folding fan was directly pressed against his forehead.
Seemingly light, but yet as heavy as a thousand pieces, a strong wind suddenly blew up. With the big man as the center point, he seemed to have endured an extremely strong force, his face turned pale, and the arena sunk downwards as a result.
Jiang Zicheng's expression was gentle, but there was also a hint of contempt.
"He's just a warrior, not even a monk."
"You want to confront me head-on, but you're not qualified yet."
This person pretends to be gentle, but is actually arrogant. He doesn't know who he is, and it makes people angry.
The melon-eating crowd below the ring were all shocked into silence by this scene, but looking at Jiang Zicheng's appearance, they couldn't help but think - this man really knows how to show off!
Feng Qingwu in the crowd:...
But Jiang Zicheng's relaxed and comfortable posture still left everyone looking shocked and surprised.
"This, is this a monk in the Qi training stage!"
"Oh my God, the Qi Practitioner is so terrifying!"
When Jiang Zicheng, a monk in the foundation-building stage, heard this, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He saw that the burly man in front of him could no longer hold on, and even had veins popping out on his forehead, trying to hold on for dear life.
He didn't use any spiritual power.
Jiang Zicheng simply released the pressure of the foundation-building monks, but he could still crush them against mortal warriors.
Seeing that the big man could no longer hold on, Jiang Zicheng couldn't help but frown, and the hand holding the handle of the folding fan turned slightly, and then the folding fan opened instantly, and he was seen retreating elegantly.
At the same time, the folding fan in his hand gently shook——
The next moment, there seemed to be an irresistible gust of wind, blowing the big man's body backward and flying him away.
The big man rolled on the ground several times.
Then, with a 'plop', he hit the edge of the ring and looked as if he was about to collapse.
Seeing this crushing scene, the melon-eaters under the ring were completely silent. They all swallowed their saliva. Those who originally laughed at Jiang Zicheng as a pretty boy did not dare to speak.
And Jiang Zicheng raised his eyes to look at the crowd and said——
"Who else?"
"..."
Not far away, on the main seat, the old man of the Wu family was leaning on a cane. Next to him stood Wu Zhong, staring closely at Jiang Zicheng.
Seeing that those people under the ring were afraid to move, the old man of the Wu family looked gloomy and looked at Wu Zhong beside him: "Where is this person from? How can he be so powerful?"
"She must have just arrived in Shicheng."
"……has a problem."
The old man of the Wu family took a deep breath, but then said: "It's okay, no matter whether they have any problems or not, as long as they come to Shicheng, they have to be coiled by me even if they are dragons, and they have to be laid down by me even if they are tigers!"
"Send someone up to try him again. If his strength is really good, then...he will be chosen as the person."
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhong immediately leaned over and saluted: "Yes!"
Then Wu Zhong turned around and trotted away from the high platform, while the old man of the Wu family continued to look at Jiang Zicheng on the ring with a kind and kind grandfather smile, and suddenly spoke.
"Sure enough, a hero comes from a young man, and the young man is really good."
"I can't bear the old man's praise."
Jiang Zicheng held his hand for a moment.
At this time, the old man of the Wu family said again: "It's just that young people should not be proud. We in Shicheng still have some hidden masters, but I don't know if anyone will come forward this time."
"Old man, if you want to compete in martial arts to find a bride, you will naturally come!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone answered. Jiang Zicheng also turned around and saw that there were four or five people walking from the direction of the ring this time. They didn't seem to be in the same group, but their target was Jiang Zicheng.
Seeing this, Jiang Zicheng subconsciously looked towards Feng Qingwu.
She nodded slightly, and then said through a message: "They should all be from the Wu family. If they come to block you, fight them back."
Hearing this, Jiang Zicheng nodded invisibly.
He turned to look at the people who were walking towards him, put away the folding fan in his hand, and said in a serious voice -
"Let's go together."
