An Zheng, Du Shoshou and the others tidied up and left the sect to go to the martial arts academy. When he first went out, An Zheng suddenly saw someone standing there not far away. Although it was midsummer, she seemed to be shivering from the cold. She was so lonely, like an inconspicuous wild flower on the roadside, quietly blooming her own beauty, but with a little inferiority complex.
Then the three people's eyes involuntarily shifted to another person... An Zheng.
"I have been practicing since I was a child. I started challenging practitioners in Daxin Town. I have traveled all over the counties under the rule of Fang Gu Mansion in Yan State. Under the age of twenty, I have not encountered an opponent."
Nie Qing was also there, and he didn't know why he came. He had heard about An Zheng before and thought that An Zheng was just a young boy who didn't care about his importance. But the more people from the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy paid more attention to An Zheng, the more curious he became. So when he heard that An Zheng was fighting at the gate of the fifth courtyard again and accepted Lang Jing's challenge, he couldn't help but walk out.
Originally, Lang Jing was already prepared. If An Zheng did not accept the challenge, he would block An Zheng in front of the martial arts academy and prevent him from entering.
Ding Ningdong.
Lang Jing's strength must not be weak, otherwise he would not really challenge Su Feilun Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's favored son. Since his cultivation is not weak, he can make his life better by working as a guard or doing other things. However, he didn't, which shows that he has an almost perverted self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not do those lowly things, and he firmly believed that he would become a master.
So when people mentioned him later, they jokingly called him the fourth in the world.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, slightly thicker lips, and a straight nose. If he hadn't held a knife in his arms, anyone would have thought he was a farmer.
Lang Jing held the knife in both hands: "I'm Lang Jing, I want to challenge you."
Originally, Lang Jing was already prepared. If An Zheng did not accept the challenge, he would block An Zheng in front of the martial arts academy and prevent him from entering.
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away, her figure looking even more lonely.
An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take money to challenge me."
An Zheng walked over and asked, "Are you here to see me?"
An Zheng looked at Lang Jing and made a simple observation before making a comment... pitiful and disrespectful.
Nie Qing was also there, and he didn't know why he came. He had heard about An Zheng before and thought that An Zheng was just a young boy who didn't care about his importance. But the more people from the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy paid more attention to An Zheng, the more curious he became. So when he heard that An Zheng was fighting at the gate of the fifth courtyard again and accepted Lang Jing's challenge, he couldn't help but walk out.
Lang Jing replied: "Because you are very famous. If I beat you, I will be more famous than you. Those who think you are a talent will think that I am a talent."
She has delicate features and is even more beautiful than a girl. His fingers are slender, white and clean, and his nails are neatly trimmed. They will never get in the way when he makes a fist.
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
Ding Ningdong nodded with a small movement, and then took a deep breath: "I... I just want to tell you that my father has found someone to attack you during the martial arts competition. That person is called Lang Jing. Maybe He will attack at other times, he is a madman...be careful, I have to leave."
Originally, Lang Jing was already prepared. If An Zheng did not accept the challenge, he would block An Zheng in front of the martial arts academy and prevent him from entering.
Then Lang Jing stood there in a daze for half an hour, lowered his head and left the gate of the martial arts academy with heavy steps.
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
An Zheng nodded: "Just stay here, there is still a while before the martial arts examination."
That was a strange man, and most people said he was a lunatic. A lunatic who will do whatever it takes to become famous.
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
In March of this year, he ran alone outside Dading College and claimed that he wanted to challenge Su Feilun. He stood outside Dading Academy for three days and three nights, thinking that Su Feilun would accept the challenge, but Su Feilun didn't even look at him the whole time. Then he went to Taishang Dojo again and wanted to challenge Feng Xiuyang, but Feng Xiuyang ignored him.
Nie Qing was also there, and he didn't know why he came. He had heard about An Zheng before and thought that An Zheng was just a young boy who didn't care about his importance. But the more people from the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy paid more attention to An Zheng, the more curious he became. So when he heard that An Zheng was fighting at the gate of the fifth courtyard again and accepted Lang Jing's challenge, he couldn't help but walk out.
An Zheng asked: "Why challenge me?"
As he walked, An Zheng sorted out the news about Lang Jing. This man was also a celebrity.
Some people will say that people ask for help only when they are really wronged. Why don't you care? An Zheng told his subordinates that the unified reply to such doubts is... Why should I care
In June, the martial arts academy's recruitment exam was about to begin, and he went to the martial arts academy to challenge Nie Qing. Nie Qing was the strongest among the last batch of students in the martial arts academy. Some people called him, Su Feilun of Dading Academy, and Feng Xiuyang of Taishang Dojo as the three heroes of the capital. He shouted outside the Wuyuan gate for a day. In the evening, Nie Qing came out of the Wuyuan. He casually picked up the horse-mounting stone outside the Wuyuan, which weighed several hundred kilograms, and casually threw it dozens of meters away. He clapped his hands and left.
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
Ding Ningdong shook his head: "I'm not afraid. He has already planned to marry me off anyway, so he won't make it too difficult for me. I just want to tell you that I... I am different from my brother and them."
An Zheng nodded: "So the other party just gave you an empty promise."
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
"Are you An Zheng?"
Then Lang Jing stood there in a daze for half an hour, lowered his head and left the gate of the martial arts academy with heavy steps.
Nie Qing didn't know whether he came to see An Zheng make a fool of himself, or because he didn't want An Zheng to disgrace the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy.
An Zheng kept watching Ding Ningdong run away, feeling a little blocked in his heart. It seems that kind-hearted people always encounter various hardships. Ding Ningdong said that his father was planning to marry her off, and her eyes were full of unwillingness and grievance. She couldn't control her own destiny and struggled carefully, but she couldn't get out of that strange and ruthless circle.
Fourthly, there is a layer of stubble on his chin, so he looks older than he actually is. His waist is very straight, but his back is slightly hunched no matter how you look at it. He wasn't hunchbacked, he was just out of breath due to something weighing him down.
"Are you An Zheng?"
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away, her figure looking even more lonely.
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
An Zheng asked: "Why challenge me?"
"I have been practicing since I was a child. I started challenging practitioners in Daxin Town. I have traveled all over the counties under the rule of Fang Gu Mansion in Yan State. Under the age of twenty, I have not encountered an opponent."
The young man on the Junxin Tower side raised his wine glass, and the young Taoist priest on the Zuiyue Tower side held up his teacup and responded in return.
An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take money to challenge me."
Lang Jing kicked his feet on the ground a little uneasily: "Bi... in actual combat, I will fight with you."
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
An Zheng kept watching Ding Ningdong run away, feeling a little blocked in his heart. It seems that kind-hearted people always encounter various hardships. Ding Ningdong said that his father was planning to marry her off, and her eyes were full of unwillingness and grievance. She couldn't control her own destiny and struggled carefully, but she couldn't get out of that strange and ruthless circle.
An Zheng kept watching Ding Ningdong run away, feeling a little blocked in his heart. It seems that kind-hearted people always encounter various hardships. Ding Ningdong said that his father was planning to marry her off, and her eyes were full of unwillingness and grievance. She couldn't control her own destiny and struggled carefully, but she couldn't get out of that strange and ruthless circle.
In June, the martial arts academy's recruitment exam was about to begin, and he went to the martial arts academy to challenge Nie Qing. Nie Qing was the strongest among the last batch of students in the martial arts academy. Some people called him, Su Feilun of Dading Academy, and Feng Xiuyang of Taishang Dojo as the three heroes of the capital. He shouted outside the Wuyuan gate for a day. In the evening, Nie Qing came out of the Wuyuan. He casually picked up the horse-mounting stone outside the Wuyuan, which weighed several hundred kilograms, and casually threw it dozens of meters away. He clapped his hands and left.
So when An Zheng said I accepted your challenge, he didn't quite believe it.
Lang Jing clasped his fists: "What I'm best at is boxing and kicking. You have to be careful."
An Zheng asked: "Why challenge me?"
After An Zheng and the others left the sect, the big men from the Tianqi Sect also began to leave one by one. They walked onto the street, still acting arrogantly and domineeringly. These fierce-looking men delicately helped the elderly cross the road, helped the children go to school, and if they saw anyone being unreasonable, they would teach them a lesson in an even more unreasonable manner.
An Zheng asked.
So when An Zheng said I accepted your challenge, he didn't quite believe it.
Lang Jing held the knife in both hands: "I'm Lang Jing, I want to challenge you."
"I have been practicing since I was a child. I started challenging practitioners in Daxin Town. I have traveled all over the counties under the rule of Fang Gu Mansion in Yan State. Under the age of twenty, I have not encountered an opponent."
Then Lang Jing stood there in a daze for half an hour, lowered his head and left the gate of the martial arts academy with heavy steps.
"I have been practicing since I was a child. I started challenging practitioners in Daxin Town. I have traveled all over the counties under the rule of Fang Gu Mansion in Yan State. Under the age of twenty, I have not encountered an opponent."
Recently, this has become the norm in Tianqi Sect, so much so that the nearby residents are used to these big men maintaining justice. Later, if something happened to someone's family, they no longer went to Fang Gu Mansion to complain, but came to Tianqi Sect for help.
An Zheng nodded: "So the other party just gave you an empty promise."
Nie Qing didn't know whether he came to see An Zheng make a fool of himself, or because he didn't want An Zheng to disgrace the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy.
When An Zheng actually saw this person, he suddenly felt that this person was a little pitiful.
An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take money to challenge me."
Lang Jing replied: "Because you are very famous. If I beat you, I will be more famous than you. Those who think you are a talent will think that I am a talent."
An Zheng made a gesture of invitation: "Let's take action."
For such people, An Zheng just had one attitude: go wherever you should go. Tianqi Sect is not a yamen.
He inserted the knife in his arms into the ground with a bang. The handle shook violently, and the blade swayed, causing the sunlight to refract and sway around.
So when An Zheng said I accepted your challenge, he didn't quite believe it.
Lang Jing clasped his fists: "What I'm best at is boxing and kicking. You have to be careful."
Some people will say that people ask for help only when they are really wronged. Why don't you care? An Zheng told his subordinates that the unified reply to such doubts is... Why should I care
The two people's eyes mean the same thing... It turns out you are here too.
That was a strange man, and most people said he was a lunatic. A lunatic who will do whatever it takes to become famous.
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away, her figure looking even more lonely.
Ding Ningdong shook his head: "I'm not afraid. He has already planned to marry me off anyway, so he won't make it too difficult for me. I just want to tell you that I... I am different from my brother and them."
I can take the initiative to help people because I feel like it. I can help no one, just because I feel like it. If everyone regards Tianqi Sect as a yamen, then what does the yamen regard Tianqi Sect as
In March of this year, he ran alone outside Dading College and claimed that he wanted to challenge Su Feilun. He stood outside Dading Academy for three days and three nights, thinking that Su Feilun would accept the challenge, but Su Feilun didn't even look at him the whole time. Then he went to Taishang Dojo again and wanted to challenge Feng Xiuyang, but Feng Xiuyang ignored him.
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
As he walked, An Zheng sorted out the news about Lang Jing. This man was also a celebrity.
Lang Jing replied: "Because you are very famous. If I beat you, I will be more famous than you. Those who think you are a talent will think that I am a talent."
I can take the initiative to help people because I feel like it. I can help no one, just because I feel like it. If everyone regards Tianqi Sect as a yamen, then what does the yamen regard Tianqi Sect as
Nie Qing was also there, and he didn't know why he came. He had heard about An Zheng before and thought that An Zheng was just a young boy who didn't care about his importance. But the more people from the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy paid more attention to An Zheng, the more curious he became. So when he heard that An Zheng was fighting at the gate of the fifth courtyard again and accepted Lang Jing's challenge, he couldn't help but walk out.
An Zheng made a gesture of invitation: "Let's take action."
In March of this year, he ran alone outside Dading College and claimed that he wanted to challenge Su Feilun. He stood outside Dading Academy for three days and three nights, thinking that Su Feilun would accept the challenge, but Su Feilun didn't even look at him the whole time. Then he went to Taishang Dojo again and wanted to challenge Feng Xiuyang, but Feng Xiuyang ignored him.
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
An Zheng nodded: "So the other party just gave you an empty promise."
He inserted the knife in his arms into the ground with a bang. The handle shook violently, and the blade swayed, causing the sunlight to refract and sway around.
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take money to challenge me."
In May, he set up a ring by himself on the street and claimed to accept the challenge of anyone under the age of twenty. Whoever could beat him would be his slave. The ring was set up for three days, but no one beat him because no one fought with him.
When An Zheng actually saw this person, he suddenly felt that this person was a little pitiful.
Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have weapons, and I don't need weapons either!"
Ding Ningdong shook his head: "I'm not afraid. He has already planned to marry me off anyway, so he won't make it too difficult for me. I just want to tell you that I... I am different from my brother and them."
Of course, all these are legends, and we don’t know what the background of Jun Xin Tower is. However, the girls from Junxinlou are indeed well-known, not only for their looks, but also for their talents.
Opposite this restaurant, only separated by a street, is a very famous brothel in Fanggu City called Junxinlou. It is said that Junxin Tower is the property of the descendants, so it can be opened not far from the Wuyuan without any scruples. And in this Junxin Tower, it is said that so many beautiful women in it were specially cultivated to seduce the young talents of the martial arts academy.
Ding Ningdong.
The two people's eyes mean the same thing... It turns out you are here too.
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
In June, the martial arts academy's recruitment exam was about to begin, and he went to the martial arts academy to challenge Nie Qing. Nie Qing was the strongest among the last batch of students in the martial arts academy. Some people called him, Su Feilun of Dading Academy, and Feng Xiuyang of Taishang Dojo as the three heroes of the capital. He shouted outside the Wuyuan gate for a day. In the evening, Nie Qing came out of the Wuyuan. He casually picked up the horse-mounting stone outside the Wuyuan, which weighed several hundred kilograms, and casually threw it dozens of meters away. He clapped his hands and left.
At the same time, there was a restaurant called Zuiyue Tower less than a hundred meters away from the entrance of Wuyuan. On the second floor, sitting by the window was a young man carrying a sword. He wore a black monk's robe, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal a snow-white lining, which looked clean and neat. He carried a wooden sword on his back. It had no scabbard and was certainly not sharp. The wooden sword was tied with an apricot-yellow rope, and some dense writing could still be seen on it.
Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have weapons, and I don't need weapons either!"
Then Lang Jing stood there in a daze for half an hour, lowered his head and left the gate of the martial arts academy with heavy steps.
Lang Jing's strength must not be weak, otherwise he would not really challenge Su Feilun Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's favored son. Since his cultivation is not weak, he can make his life better by working as a guard or doing other things. However, he didn't, which shows that he has an almost perverted self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not do those lowly things, and he firmly believed that he would become a master.
Lang Jing kicked his feet on the ground a little uneasily: "Bi... in actual combat, I will fight with you."
As he walked, An Zheng sorted out the news about Lang Jing. This man was also a celebrity.
Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have weapons, and I don't need weapons either!"
Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have weapons, and I don't need weapons either!"
Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the distance. So he saw the half-dressed Su Feilun in the brothel, and also saw Feng Xiuyang in the restaurant, who was formally dressed to drink tea. Of course, he also knew that those two people must also be looking at him.
So when An Zheng said I accepted your challenge, he didn't quite believe it.
Later, he inquired about Nie Qing's age and heard that Nie Qing was eighteen years old, Su Feilun was nineteen, and Feng Xiuyang was seventeen. So he embroidered a line of words on his clothes, ranking fourth in the world under the age of twenty.
As he walked, An Zheng sorted out the news about Lang Jing. This man was also a celebrity.
So when people mentioned him later, they jokingly called him the fourth in the world.
An Zheng asked: "Why challenge me?"
An Zheng kept watching Ding Ningdong run away, feeling a little blocked in his heart. It seems that kind-hearted people always encounter various hardships. Ding Ningdong said that his father was planning to marry her off, and her eyes were full of unwillingness and grievance. She couldn't control her own destiny and struggled carefully, but she couldn't get out of that strange and ruthless circle.
Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the distance. So he saw the half-dressed Su Feilun in the brothel, and also saw Feng Xiuyang in the restaurant, who was formally dressed to drink tea. Of course, he also knew that those two people must also be looking at him.
The young man on the Junxin Tower side raised his wine glass, and the young Taoist priest on the Zuiyue Tower side held up his teacup and responded in return.
Lang Jing held the knife in both hands: "I'm Lang Jing, I want to challenge you."
So when people mentioned him later, they jokingly called him the fourth in the world.
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
An Zheng nodded: "So the other party just gave you an empty promise."
Recently, this has become the norm in Tianqi Sect, so much so that the nearby residents are used to these big men maintaining justice. Later, if something happened to someone's family, they no longer went to Fang Gu Mansion to complain, but came to Tianqi Sect for help.
An Zheng, Du Shoshou and the others tidied up and left the sect to go to the martial arts academy. When he first went out, An Zheng suddenly saw someone standing there not far away. Although it was midsummer, she seemed to be shivering from the cold. She was so lonely, like an inconspicuous wild flower on the roadside, quietly blooming her own beauty, but with a little inferiority complex.
For such people, An Zheng just had one attitude: go wherever you should go. Tianqi Sect is not a yamen.
The two people's eyes mean the same thing... It turns out you are here too.
That was a strange man, and most people said he was a lunatic. A lunatic who will do whatever it takes to become famous.
He was in the restaurant, but he didn't drink.
An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take money to challenge me."
Lang Jing was obviously not a very good liar, so he looked a little embarrassed after listening to what An Zheng said: "No... no one asked me to kill you. I just wanted to challenge you myself."
Of course, all these are legends, and we don’t know what the background of Jun Xin Tower is. However, the girls from Junxinlou are indeed well-known, not only for their looks, but also for their talents.
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away, her figure looking even more lonely.
Lang Jing kicked his feet on the ground a little uneasily: "Bi... in actual combat, I will fight with you."
On the second floor of Junxin Building, a window opened, and a young man wearing a thin shirt stood at the window. He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and the aroma of the wine could float from the second floor to the street. He has a good figure, with sharp muscles under his thin shirt. He also has a very clear and handsome face. Under his sword-shaped eyebrows, his eyes seem to be sharp and see through everything. A disheveled woman came up behind him, and under her sleeves, her smooth and slender arms hugged him from behind.
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
When An Zheng actually saw this person, he suddenly felt that this person was a little pitiful.
Recently, this has become the norm in Tianqi Sect, so much so that the nearby residents are used to these big men maintaining justice. Later, if something happened to someone's family, they no longer went to Fang Gu Mansion to complain, but came to Tianqi Sect for help.
Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the distance. So he saw the half-dressed Su Feilun in the brothel, and also saw Feng Xiuyang in the restaurant, who was formally dressed to drink tea. Of course, he also knew that those two people must also be looking at him.
Nie Qing didn't know whether he came to see An Zheng make a fool of himself, or because he didn't want An Zheng to disgrace the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy.
Then the three people's eyes involuntarily shifted to another person... An Zheng.
An Zheng, Du Shoshou and the others tidied up and left the sect to go to the martial arts academy. When he first went out, An Zheng suddenly saw someone standing there not far away. Although it was midsummer, she seemed to be shivering from the cold. She was so lonely, like an inconspicuous wild flower on the roadside, quietly blooming her own beauty, but with a little inferiority complex.
That was a strange man, and most people said he was a lunatic. A lunatic who will do whatever it takes to become famous.
Some people will say that people ask for help only when they are really wronged. Why don't you care? An Zheng told his subordinates that the unified reply to such doubts is... Why should I care
Lang Jing was obviously not a very good liar, so he looked a little embarrassed after listening to what An Zheng said: "No... no one asked me to kill you. I just wanted to challenge you myself."
Lang Jing stood at the gate of the martial arts academy, wearing coarse clothes. Although the clothes are very old and have many patches, they are very clean. He stood at the entrance of the martial arts academy, holding a knife in his arms. His pants were a little too short, reaching around his ankles. He was wearing a pair of cloth shoes with holes in them, but they were repaired very well. So An Zheng felt that this was not a lunatic, but a poor person who wanted to change his life through his own efforts.
Recently, this has become the norm in Tianqi Sect, so much so that the nearby residents are used to these big men maintaining justice. Later, if something happened to someone's family, they no longer went to Fang Gu Mansion to complain, but came to Tianqi Sect for help.
Lang Jing kicked his feet on the ground a little uneasily: "Bi... in actual combat, I will fight with you."
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
As he walked, An Zheng sorted out the news about Lang Jing. This man was also a celebrity.
Then the three people's eyes involuntarily shifted to another person... An Zheng.
Lang Jing was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to expect that An Zheng would actually accept his challenge. He once tried to challenge the three heroes in Beijing, but no one responded to him head-on. Su Feilun and Feng Xiuyang didn't even see him, and Nie Qing just used a stone to smash his self-esteem into pieces. Later one night, Lang Jing gave it a try. The stone was no less than five hundred kilograms, and he couldn't throw it as far as Nie Qing, no matter what he said.
Lang Jing's strength must not be weak, otherwise he would not really challenge Su Feilun Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's favored son. Since his cultivation is not weak, he can make his life better by working as a guard or doing other things. However, he didn't, which shows that he has an almost perverted self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not do those lowly things, and he firmly believed that he would become a master.
Of course, all these are legends, and we don’t know what the background of Jun Xin Tower is. However, the girls from Junxinlou are indeed well-known, not only for their looks, but also for their talents.
An Zheng walked over and asked, "Are you here to see me?"
An Zheng looked at Lang Jing and made a simple observation before making a comment... pitiful and disrespectful.
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
He was in the restaurant, but he didn't drink.
An Zheng nodded: "So the other party just gave you an empty promise."
Lang Jing kicked his feet on the ground a little uneasily: "Bi... in actual combat, I will fight with you."
"Are you An Zheng?"
An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take money to challenge me."
An Zheng looked at Lang Jing and made a simple observation before making a comment... pitiful and disrespectful.
Lang Jing replied: "Because you are very famous. If I beat you, I will be more famous than you. Those who think you are a talent will think that I am a talent."
Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the distance. So he saw the half-dressed Su Feilun in the brothel, and also saw Feng Xiuyang in the restaurant, who was formally dressed to drink tea. Of course, he also knew that those two people must also be looking at him.
Lang Jing replied: "Because you are very famous. If I beat you, I will be more famous than you. Those who think you are a talent will think that I am a talent."
Then Lang Jing stood there in a daze for half an hour, lowered his head and left the gate of the martial arts academy with heavy steps.
Ding Ningdong nodded with a small movement, and then took a deep breath: "I... I just want to tell you that my father has found someone to attack you during the martial arts competition. That person is called Lang Jing. Maybe He will attack at other times, he is a madman...be careful, I have to leave."
Lang Jing held the knife in both hands: "I'm Lang Jing, I want to challenge you."
As he walked, An Zheng sorted out the news about Lang Jing. This man was also a celebrity.
Later, he inquired about Nie Qing's age and heard that Nie Qing was eighteen years old, Su Feilun was nineteen, and Feng Xiuyang was seventeen. So he embroidered a line of words on his clothes, ranking fourth in the world under the age of twenty.
"How to compare?"
Fourthly, there is a layer of stubble on his chin, so he looks older than he actually is. His waist is very straight, but his back is slightly hunched no matter how you look at it. He wasn't hunchbacked, he was just out of breath due to something weighing him down.
Fourthly, there is a layer of stubble on his chin, so he looks older than he actually is. His waist is very straight, but his back is slightly hunched no matter how you look at it. He wasn't hunchbacked, he was just out of breath due to something weighing him down.
So when people mentioned him later, they jokingly called him the fourth in the world.
She has delicate features and is even more beautiful than a girl. His fingers are slender, white and clean, and his nails are neatly trimmed. They will never get in the way when he makes a fist.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, slightly thicker lips, and a straight nose. If he hadn't held a knife in his arms, anyone would have thought he was a farmer.
An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take money to challenge me."
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
Lang Jing stood at the gate of the martial arts academy, wearing coarse clothes. Although the clothes are very old and have many patches, they are very clean. He stood at the entrance of the martial arts academy, holding a knife in his arms. His pants were a little too short, reaching around his ankles. He was wearing a pair of cloth shoes with holes in them, but they were repaired very well. So An Zheng felt that this was not a lunatic, but a poor person who wanted to change his life through his own efforts.
An Zheng asked: "Why challenge me?"
He was in the restaurant, but he didn't drink.
In June, the martial arts academy's recruitment exam was about to begin, and he went to the martial arts academy to challenge Nie Qing. Nie Qing was the strongest among the last batch of students in the martial arts academy. Some people called him, Su Feilun of Dading Academy, and Feng Xiuyang of Taishang Dojo as the three heroes of the capital. He shouted outside the Wuyuan gate for a day. In the evening, Nie Qing came out of the Wuyuan. He casually picked up the horse-mounting stone outside the Wuyuan, which weighed several hundred kilograms, and casually threw it dozens of meters away. He clapped his hands and left.
Opposite this restaurant, only separated by a street, is a very famous brothel in Fanggu City called Junxinlou. It is said that Junxin Tower is the property of the descendants, so it can be opened not far from the Wuyuan without any scruples. And in this Junxin Tower, it is said that so many beautiful women in it were specially cultivated to seduce the young talents of the martial arts academy.
Lang Jing replied: "Because you are very famous. If I beat you, I will be more famous than you. Those who think you are a talent will think that I am a talent."
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take money to challenge me."
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
An Zheng nodded: "Just stay here, there is still a while before the martial arts examination."
An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take money to challenge me."
In June, the martial arts academy's recruitment exam was about to begin, and he went to the martial arts academy to challenge Nie Qing. Nie Qing was the strongest among the last batch of students in the martial arts academy. Some people called him, Su Feilun of Dading Academy, and Feng Xiuyang of Taishang Dojo as the three heroes of the capital. He shouted outside the Wuyuan gate for a day. In the evening, Nie Qing came out of the Wuyuan. He casually picked up the horse-mounting stone outside the Wuyuan, which weighed several hundred kilograms, and casually threw it dozens of meters away. He clapped his hands and left.
In June, the martial arts academy's recruitment exam was about to begin, and he went to the martial arts academy to challenge Nie Qing. Nie Qing was the strongest among the last batch of students in the martial arts academy. Some people called him, Su Feilun of Dading Academy, and Feng Xiuyang of Taishang Dojo as the three heroes of the capital. He shouted outside the Wuyuan gate for a day. In the evening, Nie Qing came out of the Wuyuan. He casually picked up the horse-mounting stone outside the Wuyuan, which weighed several hundred kilograms, and casually threw it dozens of meters away. He clapped his hands and left.
Lang Jing was a little excited: "I am doing this for my own future, why would I accept money? My cultivation cannot be bought with money!"
That was a strange man, and most people said he was a lunatic. A lunatic who will do whatever it takes to become famous.
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
An Zheng kept watching Ding Ningdong run away, feeling a little blocked in his heart. It seems that kind-hearted people always encounter various hardships. Ding Ningdong said that his father was planning to marry her off, and her eyes were full of unwillingness and grievance. She couldn't control her own destiny and struggled carefully, but she couldn't get out of that strange and ruthless circle.
Then Lang Jing stood there in a daze for half an hour, lowered his head and left the gate of the martial arts academy with heavy steps.
Lang Jing held the knife in both hands: "I'm Lang Jing, I want to challenge you."
In May, he set up a ring by himself on the street and claimed to accept the challenge of anyone under the age of twenty. Whoever could beat him would be his slave. The ring was set up for three days, but no one beat him because no one fought with him.
An Zheng made a gesture of invitation: "Let's take action."
"How to compare?"
An Zheng nodded: "So the other party just gave you an empty promise."
An Zheng made a gesture of invitation: "Let's take action."
Then the three people's eyes involuntarily shifted to another person... An Zheng.
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
As he walked, An Zheng sorted out the news about Lang Jing. This man was also a celebrity.
Nie Qing didn't know whether he came to see An Zheng make a fool of himself, or because he didn't want An Zheng to disgrace the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy.
An Zheng asked.
Lang Jing was obviously not a very good liar, so he looked a little embarrassed after listening to what An Zheng said: "No... no one asked me to kill you. I just wanted to challenge you myself."
She has delicate features and is even more beautiful than a girl. His fingers are slender, white and clean, and his nails are neatly trimmed. They will never get in the way when he makes a fist.
So when An Zheng said I accepted your challenge, he didn't quite believe it.
Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have weapons, and I don't need weapons either!"
Lang Jing's strength must not be weak, otherwise he would not really challenge Su Feilun Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's favored son. Since his cultivation is not weak, he can make his life better by working as a guard or doing other things. However, he didn't, which shows that he has an almost perverted self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not do those lowly things, and he firmly believed that he would become a master.
Ding Ningdong shook his head: "I'm not afraid. He has already planned to marry me off anyway, so he won't make it too difficult for me. I just want to tell you that I... I am different from my brother and them."
An Zheng walked over and asked, "Are you here to see me?"
He was in the restaurant, but he didn't drink.
The young man on the Junxin Tower side raised his wine glass, and the young Taoist priest on the Zuiyue Tower side held up his teacup and responded in return.
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
For such people, An Zheng just had one attitude: go wherever you should go. Tianqi Sect is not a yamen.
On the second floor of Junxin Building, a window opened, and a young man wearing a thin shirt stood at the window. He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and the aroma of the wine could float from the second floor to the street. He has a good figure, with sharp muscles under his thin shirt. He also has a very clear and handsome face. Under his sword-shaped eyebrows, his eyes seem to be sharp and see through everything. A disheveled woman came up behind him, and under her sleeves, her smooth and slender arms hugged him from behind.
So when people mentioned him later, they jokingly called him the fourth in the world.
An Zheng said: "So of course you didn't take money to challenge me."
As he walked, An Zheng sorted out the news about Lang Jing. This man was also a celebrity.
An Zheng nodded: "Just stay here, there is still a while before the martial arts examination."
Later, he inquired about Nie Qing's age and heard that Nie Qing was eighteen years old, Su Feilun was nineteen, and Feng Xiuyang was seventeen. So he embroidered a line of words on his clothes, ranking fourth in the world under the age of twenty.
Lang Jing was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to expect that An Zheng would actually accept his challenge. He once tried to challenge the three heroes in Beijing, but no one responded to him head-on. Su Feilun and Feng Xiuyang didn't even see him, and Nie Qing just used a stone to smash his self-esteem into pieces. Later one night, Lang Jing gave it a try. The stone was no less than five hundred kilograms, and he couldn't throw it as far as Nie Qing, no matter what he said.
In June, the martial arts academy's recruitment exam was about to begin, and he went to the martial arts academy to challenge Nie Qing. Nie Qing was the strongest among the last batch of students in the martial arts academy. Some people called him, Su Feilun of Dading Academy, and Feng Xiuyang of Taishang Dojo as the three heroes of the capital. He shouted outside the Wuyuan gate for a day. In the evening, Nie Qing came out of the Wuyuan. He casually picked up the horse-mounting stone outside the Wuyuan, which weighed several hundred kilograms, and casually threw it dozens of meters away. He clapped his hands and left.
Because he knew Lang Jing's strength, he once said privately to his friends... Under the age of twenty, within the Shengcui realm, Lang Jing may have no opponent.
I can take the initiative to help people because I feel like it. I can help no one, just because I feel like it. If everyone regards Tianqi Sect as a yamen, then what does the yamen regard Tianqi Sect as
So when An Zheng said I accepted your challenge, he didn't quite believe it.
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have weapons, and I don't need weapons either!"
Originally, Lang Jing was already prepared. If An Zheng did not accept the challenge, he would block An Zheng in front of the martial arts academy and prevent him from entering.
Lang Jing was a little excited: "I am doing this for my own future, why would I accept money? My cultivation cannot be bought with money!"
"I have been practicing since I was a child. I started challenging practitioners in Daxin Town. I have traveled all over the counties under the rule of Fang Gu Mansion in Yan State. Under the age of twenty, I have not encountered an opponent."
The two people's eyes mean the same thing... It turns out you are here too.
Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the distance. So he saw the half-dressed Su Feilun in the brothel, and also saw Feng Xiuyang in the restaurant, who was formally dressed to drink tea. Of course, he also knew that those two people must also be looking at him.
"How to compare?"
Some people will say that people ask for help only when they are really wronged. Why don't you care? An Zheng told his subordinates that the unified reply to such doubts is... Why should I care
An Zheng made a gesture of invitation: "Let's take action."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away, her figure looking even more lonely.
Then the three people's eyes involuntarily shifted to another person... An Zheng.
An Zheng asked.
Ding Ningdong.
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
Nie Qing was also there, and he didn't know why he came. He had heard about An Zheng before and thought that An Zheng was just a young boy who didn't care about his importance. But the more people from the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy paid more attention to An Zheng, the more curious he became. So when he heard that An Zheng was fighting at the gate of the fifth courtyard again and accepted Lang Jing's challenge, he couldn't help but walk out.
An Zheng nodded: "Just stay here, there is still a while before the martial arts examination."
An Zheng, Du Shoshou and the others tidied up and left the sect to go to the martial arts academy. When he first went out, An Zheng suddenly saw someone standing there not far away. Although it was midsummer, she seemed to be shivering from the cold. She was so lonely, like an inconspicuous wild flower on the roadside, quietly blooming her own beauty, but with a little inferiority complex.
Lang Jing kicked his feet on the ground a little uneasily: "Bi... in actual combat, I will fight with you."
When An Zheng actually saw this person, he suddenly felt that this person was a little pitiful.
He inserted the knife in his arms into the ground with a bang. The handle shook violently, and the blade swayed, causing the sunlight to refract and sway around.
An Zheng made a gesture of invitation: "Let's take action."
"How to compare?"
"I have been practicing since I was a child. I started challenging practitioners in Daxin Town. I have traveled all over the counties under the rule of Fang Gu Mansion in Yan State. Under the age of twenty, I have not encountered an opponent."
Nie Qing was also there, and he didn't know why he came. He had heard about An Zheng before and thought that An Zheng was just a young boy who didn't care about his importance. But the more people from the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy paid more attention to An Zheng, the more curious he became. So when he heard that An Zheng was fighting at the gate of the fifth courtyard again and accepted Lang Jing's challenge, he couldn't help but walk out.
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, slightly thicker lips, and a straight nose. If he hadn't held a knife in his arms, anyone would have thought he was a farmer.
An Zheng nodded: "Just stay here, there is still a while before the martial arts examination."
At the same time, there was a restaurant called Zuiyue Tower less than a hundred meters away from the entrance of Wuyuan. On the second floor, sitting by the window was a young man carrying a sword. He wore a black monk's robe, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal a snow-white lining, which looked clean and neat. He carried a wooden sword on his back. It had no scabbard and was certainly not sharp. The wooden sword was tied with an apricot-yellow rope, and some dense writing could still be seen on it.
Ding Ningdong shook his head: "I'm not afraid. He has already planned to marry me off anyway, so he won't make it too difficult for me. I just want to tell you that I... I am different from my brother and them."
Lang Jing kicked his feet on the ground a little uneasily: "Bi... in actual combat, I will fight with you."
Ding Ningdong.
Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have weapons, and I don't need weapons either!"
The two people's eyes mean the same thing... It turns out you are here too.
Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the distance. So he saw the half-dressed Su Feilun in the brothel, and also saw Feng Xiuyang in the restaurant, who was formally dressed to drink tea. Of course, he also knew that those two people must also be looking at him.
Originally, Lang Jing was already prepared. If An Zheng did not accept the challenge, he would block An Zheng in front of the martial arts academy and prevent him from entering.
So when people mentioned him later, they jokingly called him the fourth in the world.
At the same time, there was a restaurant called Zuiyue Tower less than a hundred meters away from the entrance of Wuyuan. On the second floor, sitting by the window was a young man carrying a sword. He wore a black monk's robe, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal a snow-white lining, which looked clean and neat. He carried a wooden sword on his back. It had no scabbard and was certainly not sharp. The wooden sword was tied with an apricot-yellow rope, and some dense writing could still be seen on it.
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the distance. So he saw the half-dressed Su Feilun in the brothel, and also saw Feng Xiuyang in the restaurant, who was formally dressed to drink tea. Of course, he also knew that those two people must also be looking at him.
He inserted the knife in his arms into the ground with a bang. The handle shook violently, and the blade swayed, causing the sunlight to refract and sway around.
Ding Ningdong nodded with a small movement, and then took a deep breath: "I... I just want to tell you that my father has found someone to attack you during the martial arts competition. That person is called Lang Jing. Maybe He will attack at other times, he is a madman...be careful, I have to leave."
An Zheng nodded: "So the other party just gave you an empty promise."
Then the three people's eyes involuntarily shifted to another person... An Zheng.
Some people will say that people ask for help only when they are really wronged. Why don't you care? An Zheng told his subordinates that the unified reply to such doubts is... Why should I care
That was a strange man, and most people said he was a lunatic. A lunatic who will do whatever it takes to become famous.
"I have been practicing since I was a child. I started challenging practitioners in Daxin Town. I have traveled all over the counties under the rule of Fang Gu Mansion in Yan State. Under the age of twenty, I have not encountered an opponent."
Nie Qing didn't know whether he came to see An Zheng make a fool of himself, or because he didn't want An Zheng to disgrace the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy.
Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the distance. So he saw the half-dressed Su Feilun in the brothel, and also saw Feng Xiuyang in the restaurant, who was formally dressed to drink tea. Of course, he also knew that those two people must also be looking at him.
An Zheng walked over and asked, "Are you here to see me?"
He was in the restaurant, but he didn't drink.
The two people's eyes mean the same thing... It turns out you are here too.
An Zheng nodded: "So the other party just gave you an empty promise."
Nie Qing was also there, and he didn't know why he came. He had heard about An Zheng before and thought that An Zheng was just a young boy who didn't care about his importance. But the more people from the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy paid more attention to An Zheng, the more curious he became. So when he heard that An Zheng was fighting at the gate of the fifth courtyard again and accepted Lang Jing's challenge, he couldn't help but walk out.
Lang Jing clasped his fists: "What I'm best at is boxing and kicking. You have to be careful."
An Zheng walked over and asked, "Are you here to see me?"
An Zheng kept watching Ding Ningdong run away, feeling a little blocked in his heart. It seems that kind-hearted people always encounter various hardships. Ding Ningdong said that his father was planning to marry her off, and her eyes were full of unwillingness and grievance. She couldn't control her own destiny and struggled carefully, but she couldn't get out of that strange and ruthless circle.
An Zheng made a gesture of invitation: "Let's take action."
Ding Ningdong nodded with a small movement, and then took a deep breath: "I... I just want to tell you that my father has found someone to attack you during the martial arts competition. That person is called Lang Jing. Maybe He will attack at other times, he is a madman...be careful, I have to leave."
Lang Jing stood at the gate of the martial arts academy, wearing coarse clothes. Although the clothes are very old and have many patches, they are very clean. He stood at the entrance of the martial arts academy, holding a knife in his arms. His pants were a little too short, reaching around his ankles. He was wearing a pair of cloth shoes with holes in them, but they were repaired very well. So An Zheng felt that this was not a lunatic, but a poor person who wanted to change his life through his own efforts.
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, slightly thicker lips, and a straight nose. If he hadn't held a knife in his arms, anyone would have thought he was a farmer.
Originally, Lang Jing was already prepared. If An Zheng did not accept the challenge, he would block An Zheng in front of the martial arts academy and prevent him from entering.
An Zheng made a gesture of invitation: "Let's take action."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away, her figure looking even more lonely.
An Zheng, Du Shoshou and the others tidied up and left the sect to go to the martial arts academy. When he first went out, An Zheng suddenly saw someone standing there not far away. Although it was midsummer, she seemed to be shivering from the cold. She was so lonely, like an inconspicuous wild flower on the roadside, quietly blooming her own beauty, but with a little inferiority complex.
At this time, many people had gathered outside the martial arts academy, and the news spread from ten to ten. Soon more people came out of the martial arts academy to watch the fun. What everyone was saying was...that An Zheng had another fight at the entrance of the martial arts academy.
The young man on the Junxin Tower side raised his wine glass, and the young Taoist priest on the Zuiyue Tower side held up his teacup and responded in return.
In March of this year, he ran alone outside Dading College and claimed that he wanted to challenge Su Feilun. He stood outside Dading Academy for three days and three nights, thinking that Su Feilun would accept the challenge, but Su Feilun didn't even look at him the whole time. Then he went to Taishang Dojo again and wanted to challenge Feng Xiuyang, but Feng Xiuyang ignored him.
Nie Qing was also there, and he didn't know why he came. He had heard about An Zheng before and thought that An Zheng was just a young boy who didn't care about his importance. But the more people from the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy paid more attention to An Zheng, the more curious he became. So when he heard that An Zheng was fighting at the gate of the fifth courtyard again and accepted Lang Jing's challenge, he couldn't help but walk out.
The two people's eyes mean the same thing... It turns out you are here too.
So when people mentioned him later, they jokingly called him the fourth in the world.
Because he knew Lang Jing's strength, he once said privately to his friends... Under the age of twenty, within the Shengcui realm, Lang Jing may have no opponent.
I can take the initiative to help people because I feel like it. I can help no one, just because I feel like it. If everyone regards Tianqi Sect as a yamen, then what does the yamen regard Tianqi Sect as
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away, her figure looking even more lonely.
Lang Jing held the knife in both hands: "I'm Lang Jing, I want to challenge you."
I can take the initiative to help people because I feel like it. I can help no one, just because I feel like it. If everyone regards Tianqi Sect as a yamen, then what does the yamen regard Tianqi Sect as
Nie Qing didn't know whether he came to see An Zheng make a fool of himself, or because he didn't want An Zheng to disgrace the Ministry of War and the Martial Academy.
Ding Ningdong.
He turned his head and looked towards the martial arts academy, with some expectation in his eyes.
Ding Ningdong shook his head: "I'm not afraid. He has already planned to marry me off anyway, so he won't make it too difficult for me. I just want to tell you that I... I am different from my brother and them."
At the same time, there was a restaurant called Zuiyue Tower less than a hundred meters away from the entrance of Wuyuan. On the second floor, sitting by the window was a young man carrying a sword. He wore a black monk's robe, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal a snow-white lining, which looked clean and neat. He carried a wooden sword on his back. It had no scabbard and was certainly not sharp. The wooden sword was tied with an apricot-yellow rope, and some dense writing could still be seen on it.
An Zheng looked at Lang Jing and made a simple observation before making a comment... pitiful and disrespectful.
In May, he set up a ring by himself on the street and claimed to accept the challenge of anyone under the age of twenty. Whoever could beat him would be his slave. The ring was set up for three days, but no one beat him because no one fought with him.
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
She has delicate features and is even more beautiful than a girl. His fingers are slender, white and clean, and his nails are neatly trimmed. They will never get in the way when he makes a fist.
Lang Jing was a little excited: "I am doing this for my own future, why would I accept money? My cultivation cannot be bought with money!"
An Zheng, Du Shoshou and the others tidied up and left the sect to go to the martial arts academy. When he first went out, An Zheng suddenly saw someone standing there not far away. Although it was midsummer, she seemed to be shivering from the cold. She was so lonely, like an inconspicuous wild flower on the roadside, quietly blooming her own beauty, but with a little inferiority complex.
Lang Jing looked at An Zheng: "You don't have weapons, and I don't need weapons either!"
"Are you An Zheng?"
So when people mentioned him later, they jokingly called him the fourth in the world.
He was in the restaurant, but he didn't drink.
He inserted the knife in his arms into the ground with a bang. The handle shook violently, and the blade swayed, causing the sunlight to refract and sway around.
Lang Jing kicked his feet on the ground a little uneasily: "Bi... in actual combat, I will fight with you."
An Zheng asked: "Why challenge me?"
An Zheng asked.
After she finished speaking, she turned around and ran away, her figure looking even more lonely.
An Zheng, Du Shoshou and the others tidied up and left the sect to go to the martial arts academy. When he first went out, An Zheng suddenly saw someone standing there not far away. Although it was midsummer, she seemed to be shivering from the cold. She was so lonely, like an inconspicuous wild flower on the roadside, quietly blooming her own beauty, but with a little inferiority complex.
He turned his head and looked towards the martial arts academy, with some expectation in his eyes.
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
Lang Jing was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to expect that An Zheng would actually accept his challenge. He once tried to challenge the three heroes in Beijing, but no one responded to him head-on. Su Feilun and Feng Xiuyang didn't even see him, and Nie Qing just used a stone to smash his self-esteem into pieces. Later one night, Lang Jing gave it a try. The stone was no less than five hundred kilograms, and he couldn't throw it as far as Nie Qing, no matter what he said.
The young man on the Junxin Tower side raised his wine glass, and the young Taoist priest on the Zuiyue Tower side held up his teacup and responded in return.
Opposite this restaurant, only separated by a street, is a very famous brothel in Fanggu City called Junxinlou. It is said that Junxin Tower is the property of the descendants, so it can be opened not far from the Wuyuan without any scruples. And in this Junxin Tower, it is said that so many beautiful women in it were specially cultivated to seduce the young talents of the martial arts academy.
At this time, many people had gathered outside the martial arts academy, and the news spread from ten to ten. Soon more people came out of the martial arts academy to watch the fun. What everyone was saying was...that An Zheng had another fight at the entrance of the martial arts academy.
An Zheng asked.
Of course, all these are legends, and we don’t know what the background of Jun Xin Tower is. However, the girls from Junxinlou are indeed well-known, not only for their looks, but also for their talents.
Lang Jing replied: "Because you are very famous. If I beat you, I will be more famous than you. Those who think you are a talent will think that I am a talent."
An Zheng said, "Thank you. If you come to me like this, you will be wronged if your father finds out."
Lang Jing's strength must not be weak, otherwise he would not really challenge Su Feilun Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's favored son. Since his cultivation is not weak, he can make his life better by working as a guard or doing other things. However, he didn't, which shows that he has an almost perverted self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not do those lowly things, and he firmly believed that he would become a master.
Recently, this has become the norm in Tianqi Sect, so much so that the nearby residents are used to these big men maintaining justice. Later, if something happened to someone's family, they no longer went to Fang Gu Mansion to complain, but came to Tianqi Sect for help.
Lang Jing's strength must not be weak, otherwise he would not really challenge Su Feilun Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's favored son. Since his cultivation is not weak, he can make his life better by working as a guard or doing other things. However, he didn't, which shows that he has an almost perverted self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not do those lowly things, and he firmly believed that he would become a master.
So when An Zheng said I accepted your challenge, he didn't quite believe it.
"I have been practicing since I was a child. I started challenging practitioners in Daxin Town. I have traveled all over the counties under the rule of Fang Gu Mansion in Yan State. Under the age of twenty, I have not encountered an opponent."
At this time, many people had gathered outside the martial arts academy, and the news spread from ten to ten. Soon more people came out of the martial arts academy to watch the fun. What everyone was saying was...that An Zheng had another fight at the entrance of the martial arts academy.
On the second floor of Junxin Building, a window opened, and a young man wearing a thin shirt stood at the window. He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, and the aroma of the wine could float from the second floor to the street. He has a good figure, with sharp muscles under his thin shirt. He also has a very clear and handsome face. Under his sword-shaped eyebrows, his eyes seem to be sharp and see through everything. A disheveled woman came up behind him, and under her sleeves, her smooth and slender arms hugged him from behind.
Lang Jing's strength must not be weak, otherwise he would not really challenge Su Feilun Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's favored son. Since his cultivation is not weak, he can make his life better by working as a guard or doing other things. However, he didn't, which shows that he has an almost perverted self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not do those lowly things, and he firmly believed that he would become a master.
Lang Jing's strength must not be weak, otherwise he would not really challenge Su Feilun Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's favored son. Since his cultivation is not weak, he can make his life better by working as a guard or doing other things. However, he didn't, which shows that he has an almost perverted self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not do those lowly things, and he firmly believed that he would become a master.
The young man on the Junxin Tower side raised his wine glass, and the young Taoist priest on the Zuiyue Tower side held up his teacup and responded in return.
Lang Jing was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to expect that An Zheng would actually accept his challenge. He once tried to challenge the three heroes in Beijing, but no one responded to him head-on. Su Feilun and Feng Xiuyang didn't even see him, and Nie Qing just used a stone to smash his self-esteem into pieces. Later one night, Lang Jing gave it a try. The stone was no less than five hundred kilograms, and he couldn't throw it as far as Nie Qing, no matter what he said.
"Are you An Zheng?"
He turned his head and looked towards the martial arts academy, with some expectation in his eyes.
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
The two people's eyes mean the same thing... It turns out you are here too.
Lang Jing kicked his feet on the ground a little uneasily: "Bi... in actual combat, I will fight with you."
The young man on the Junxin Tower side raised his wine glass, and the young Taoist priest on the Zuiyue Tower side held up his teacup and responded in return.
The young man on the Junxin Tower side raised his wine glass, and the young Taoist priest on the Zuiyue Tower side held up his teacup and responded in return.
Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the distance. So he saw the half-dressed Su Feilun in the brothel, and also saw Feng Xiuyang in the restaurant, who was formally dressed to drink tea. Of course, he also knew that those two people must also be looking at him.
An Zheng couldn't help but laugh: "I accept your challenge."
In April, he knelt outside Tianji Palace for two days and two nights, claiming that he was a once-in-a-century genius and begging King Yan to give him a chance to serve the country and become a general. He originally wanted to leave without seeing King Yan, but later he couldn't stand the contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the adults in the past, so he finally left.
"How to compare?"
He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, slightly thicker lips, and a straight nose. If he hadn't held a knife in his arms, anyone would have thought he was a farmer.
Nie Qing, who was leaning on the stone lion at the entrance of the martial arts academy, seemed to sense something and turned his head to look into the distance. So he saw the half-dressed Su Feilun in the brothel, and also saw Feng Xiuyang in the restaurant, who was formally dressed to drink tea. Of course, he also knew that those two people must also be looking at him.
As he walked, An Zheng sorted out the news about Lang Jing. This man was also a celebrity.
Then the three people's eyes involuntarily shifted to another person... An Zheng.
Lang Jing's strength must not be weak, otherwise he would not really challenge Su Feilun Feng Xiuyang and Nie Qing's favored son. Since his cultivation is not weak, he can make his life better by working as a guard or doing other things. However, he didn't, which shows that he has an almost perverted self-esteem in his bones. He felt that he should not do those lowly things, and he firmly believed that he would become a master.
Recently, this has become the norm in Tianqi Sect, so much so that the nearby residents are used to these big men maintaining justice. Later, if something happened to someone's family, they no longer went to Fang Gu Mansion to complain, but came to Tianqi Sect for help.
So when An Zheng said I accepted your challenge, he didn't quite believe it.
Ding Ningdong nodded with a small movement, and then took a deep breath: "I... I just want to tell you that my father has found someone to attack you during the martial arts competition. That person is called Lang Jing. Maybe He will attack at other times, he is a madman...be careful, I have to leave."
An Zheng asked: "Why challenge me?"