What Yuwen Zongheng can imagine, as the vice president of Dongsong College, Yuwen De and others can also think of those powerful people from all walks of life who brought their juniors to participate in the opening of the Wanjian Tower...≦...≦

But, even if they can think of it, what can they do.

It is unreasonable to place the people from the Martial Arts Academy of Luling Mansion in the woodshed in the toilet.

After all, it is a guest from afar. It is naturally a very rude thing for you to entertain guests like this. No one can speak, and the people in power in Dongsong Academy can pretend to be confused.

Now that so many people have seen, can the power of Dongsong Academy still pretend to be confused?

Therefore, in the face of Luo Jinwu's apology, even if Yu Wende and his friends wanted to strangle all the visitors from the Martial Arts Academy of Lu Lingfu to death, he could only hold this breath in his stomach.

Moreover, he had to smile and told Luo Jinwu gracefully that he was not well-received and did not arrange a place for Lu Lingfu Martial Arts Court for a while, so this kind of rude situation has emerged.

Of course, in the end, such a thing will be left alone. Not only will no one mention any words such as compensation be mentioned, but Zheng Ming and the others have also relocated a place to live.

The place where this place was resettled again was a small courtyard, a small courtyard dedicated to the guests, and a thatched cottage close to the toilet.

Luo Jinwu sat in the courtyard, breathing the fresh air around him, and a faint wetness rose in his eyes.

Although he knew very well that after this incident, they would have completely offended Dongsong Academy, this offense made him feel only in his heart.

That's great, it's too great!

At this moment, he felt that he had a lot to say to Zheng Ming, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Luo Dongxiong, who was a little jealous of Zheng Ming in the past, patted his chest heavily and said to Zheng Ming: "Mr. Ming, what are you going to do in the future? Even if you tell your brothers, I can help Ming Shao do it, and I will never be vague."

As for Cheng Qingling, she said nothing. She just used the tea she brought to help Zheng Ming make a pot of tea.

That night, Luo Dongxiong wanted to have a good chat with Zheng Ming, but before the beginning of the chat was chatting, he was pulled away by Luo Jinwu. There was only one reason. That was, he could not delay Zheng Ming's rest.

After all, Zheng Ming still has to face Yuwen Zongheng!

"Ming Shao, the ten strikes were created by a genius figure of the Yuwen family back then. In the legend, the ten strikes were continuously fired, and the power was infinite!"

"So when facing the ten-point attacks on the mountain and horizontal, the best choice is to interrupt the rhythm of the ten-point attacks on the mountain and horizontal!

This is Luo Jinwu's understanding of the ten attacks of the whole world. As for how to break the rhythm of the ten attacks of the whole world, Luo Jinwu doesn't know.

The moon was walking in the sky, and it was late at night. Zheng Ming sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about the appointment with Yuwen Zongheng tomorrow.

In the past day, although he made two moves in Dongsong City and Dongsong Academy, the increase in his reputation was not too obvious.

The reputation value of red has increased by only tens of thousands, while the reputation value of yellow has increased by only a few hundred.

In other words, the students of Dongsong Academy were afraid of him. They had not yet reached the level he hoped.

The reputation of red is worth 32,500, and the reputation of yellow is worth 2,235!

I have too little reputation now, and if I want to gain more reputation, the biggest and fastest way is to defeat Yuwen Zongheng.

However, judging from the situation where he met Yuwen Zongheng today, Zheng Ming did not think it was easy for him to defeat Yuwen Zongheng.

Tomorrow seems to be a tough battle!

As one of the largest martial arts academies in the Great Jin Dynasty, the martial arts training ground of Dongsong Academy is very large. According to the requirements when building this martial arts training ground, the martial arts training ground of Dongsong Academy can support tens of thousands of students to practice at the same time.

From ordinary stone locks, swords and guns to various equipment needed for cultivation, there can be said to be everything in the martial arts training ground, but on this day, the Dongsong Academy martial arts training ground was not only twice as many as before, but most people did not practice.

They surrounded more than a dozen stone tables, raising silver notes in their hands, shouting with all their might.

"I bet Zheng Ming couldn't take the three strikes from Brother Zongheng, and ten thousand taels of silver!"

"I bet Zheng Ming can't take over Brother Yuwen's five moves, 20,000 taels of silver!"

"Haha, I think this time Brother Yuwen should break the kid's leg. He has 100,000 taels of silver. We agreed to pay five per piece of money!"

With all kinds of voices, almost all the people who participated in the gambling were betting that Zheng Ming could take a few moves from Yuwen Zongheng.

Among them, more than half of the students bet that Zheng Ming could not take three moves, and the odds for this kind of bet were also the lowest, less than one to one.

As for those who can take over Yuwen Zongheng's five moves, one-third of them, and the odds in this case are one to two.

Pressing up further, when Zheng Ming took the column where Yuwen Zongheng took ten strikes, the odds reached 1 to 15. But it was a pity that no one suppressed such a high odds.

Among them, there is naturally the pride of the students of Dongsong Academy, but more of them are their trust in Yuwen Zongheng.

"Mr. Ming, these people are really hateful. Then, if you can take Yuwen Zongheng's ten-hit bet, no one will suppress you!" Luo Dongxiong squeezed out of the crowd and said to Zheng Ming angrily.

Zheng Ming patted Luo Dongxiong on the shoulder and smiled and said, "The mouth is on someone's head, so what they want to do is what they want."

Speaking of this, he smiled at Luo Dongxiong and said, "Did you suppress it too?"

"Haha, I'm just angry at their arrogance, so I put some money in it, not much, just to encourage you, Mr. Ming."

Luo Dongxiong said this and said a little embarrassedly: "I can take Yuwen Zongheng's seven strikes, one thousand taels of silver!"

Speaking of which, one thousand taels of silver seems to be a small number, and Luo Dongxiong seems to be a place where there are not many people.

Looking at Luo Dongxiong who looks like I support you, Zheng Ming’s nose is a little crooked. He just said one word to Luo Dongxiong’s performance!

Compared with Luo Dongxiong, Cheng Qingling's support for Zheng Ming seemed very serious. She also suppressed the silver, 10,000 taels of silver, and pressed the place where Zheng Ming could take over Yuwen Zongheng's ten strikes.

However, the little woman raised the bet order in her hand, which gave Zheng Ming the feeling that she was throwing 10,000 taels of silver notes.

Zheng Ming couldn't say a word for getting out of a little woman, but he took out a million taels of silver from his pocket and handed it to Luo Dongxiong gently and said, "Go. Buy me a bet I won."

The three words of winning by himself were heard in Luo Dongxiong's ears, which made Luo Dongxiong stunned. He did not accept the silver bill, but said hesitantly: "Brother Ming, there is no project you win in other people's bets."

Zheng Ming looked at Luo Dongxiong rubbing his hands, and he really didn't know how he should praise Luo Jinwu's education on Luo Dongxiong.

He threw more than half of the silver bills directly into Luo Dongxiong's hands and said in a deep voice: "You have taken so many silver bills, are you still afraid that others will not accept them?"

Luo Dongxiong left, and after half a quarter of an hour, he ran over with a smile and said, "Brother Ming, I answered it, whispered, saying that it encouraged you to be commendable and gave you an odds of 1 to 100."

Your sister. The odds of 100 to 100 are really fucking enough to look down on me. However, when I thought about the way I got 100 million silver after defeating Yuwen Zongheng, Zheng Ming's eyes couldn't help but become hot.

"Brother Zongheng is here!" With this shout, countless people looked in one direction.

I saw Yuwen Zongheng wearing brocade robe, just like the most graceful gentleman in the world. He walked over from the crowd with a smile, surrounded by Sikong Longxiang and others wearing three-clawed green dragon robe.

"Brother Zongheng, teach those rural bullies a lesson!" Someone shouted loudly when he saw Yuwen Zongheng.

"Brother Zongheng. I bought you three moves to win. You must not let us down!" A chubby student shouted wildly with his words about participating in the gambling game in his hand.

"Brother Zongheng. If you can delay some time, you can beat that country boy in seven moves. I will accompany you tonight."

The person who shouted this sentence was a man who looked like a spring flower. When Yuwen Zongheng heard this sentence, his smile suddenly became stiff.

Sikong Longxiang and others laughed like fearing that the world would not be in chaos. From their smiling faces, we can see how much they were looking forward to such things.

However, this kind of shouting became quiet in just a moment, because Yu Wen De and the commanders of major forces such as Xiling Martial Arts Academy also began to come over.

Yuwen Deji's expression was very calm, but the hint of arrogance could not be concealed. He smiled and said to a middle-aged man beside him: "Zongheng is good at everything, but he is a little too proud. This is not good!"

Although it was not good to say in his mouth, anyone could see it, and Yu Wen Deji felt very comfortable.

"Hahaha, has President Luo from Luling Mansion Martial Arts Academy arrived? Please come and sit down!" After sitting down in the middle of the master seat, Yuwen Deji said loudly.

As a fifth-grade master, Yu Wen Deji's voice instantly filled the entire martial arts training ground. Luo Jinwu, who originally wanted to hide aside and watch the competition quietly, had to come out.

"Haha, today is the disciples of you and my two academies to compete. Come on, Dean Luo, sit next to me." Yu Wen Deji pointed at the position next to him while speaking.

Luo Jinwu looked at the extremely respectful position and his expression on his face was a little tight. Although the position next to the master was the most respectful position, not everyone could sit in this kind of position.

For example, in this current situation, this position is not a kind of respect, but a big trap.

Yu Wen Deji's move was to pull him into embarrassment.

However, Luo Jinwu had to sit at this time, otherwise the Martial Arts Court of Lu Ling Mansion would not be able to raise his head in the future.

"Since President Yuwen said this, I'm so disrespectful." Luo Jinwu sat down next to Yuwen Deji while speaking. At this moment, all his eyes fell on Luo Jinwu's face. (To be continued.)
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