The son-in-law of the first wealthy family

As soon as Song Yanming said this, the surrounding disciples all looked at Gu Qingxuan and Su Ke. As we all know, Song Yanming has four disciples in total, but only two of them are the best, Gu Qingxuan and Su Ke.

Gu Qingxuan has won the true biography of Song Yanming, but she has just joined Song Yanming's sect, and her martial arts training time is too short, and her strength is not high, so in the eyes of everyone, Su Ke is probably the one who made the move this time, but Su Ke and Xiang Anyu had a close relationship. I have fought many times, but never won. Isn't it obvious that I will lose this time again?
At this time, Mu Sheng had already walked to Song Yanming's side, and he didn't know what happened at all.

"Curator, with Su Ke's strength, how could he beat Song Yanming? In my opinion, it's better for you to fight directly to resolve this competition."

"Yes, Senior Song, Su Ke has fought Xiang Anyu many times, and he can't beat him at all. His accomplishments in boxing are not as good as Xiang Anyu."

"Curator, you should do it yourself."

Hearing the discussions around him, Su Ke was very unconvinced, but he could only grit his teeth and remain silent. Although he was known as the leader of the young generation in Jiangnan, his personal strength was indeed inferior to that of Xiang Anyu.

Even if they go to battle, it's just a shame.

"When did I say I wanted Su Ke to play? I have always had a closed disciple, and I just didn't tell you." Song Yanming bit the bullet and continued. He didn't discuss this matter with Mu Sheng. Now that he said it, he was worried. Musheng is unwilling, but in the current situation, he can only rush the ducks and put them on the shelves.

"Closed disciple?"

"Who is it, Master Song, you actually have a closed disciple?"

"How come I've never heard of it?"

Song Yanming pointed at Mu Sheng who was standing beside him, and said, "He is my closed disciple!"

"he?"

Everyone looked at him in unison, and were taken aback for a moment.

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it before, so it shouldn't be from the martial arts world?"

"It seems that this person doesn't even wear the Taoist uniform of our Yande Martial Arts Academy? How could he be Senior Song's closed disciple?"

Just when everyone was dumbfounded, Mu Sheng was also dumbfounded. He leaned over to Gu Qingxuan and asked, "Gu Qingxuan, you said you asked me to come and help, but you didn't pretend to be an apprentice?"

"Master, you should just help me out. Master Song can't do anything about it." Gu Qingxuan shook Mu Sheng's arm and said coquettishly, "And, if you lose, I will have to marry. Are you willing to marry me?" Am I married?"

"I think Xiang Anyu is pretty good, he's a great talent." Mu Sheng laughed.

"You—" Gu Qingxuan's cheeks flushed, she waved her fist angrily in front of Mu Sheng, and said, "If you dare to let the water go, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

"I'm going all out."

Mu Sheng put away his smile and nodded.

He could tell that Ouyang Fuce was powerful. Although not as good as Song Yanming's peak, he was still a master who had been immersed in martial arts for decades.

Of course, if Mu Sheng really made a move in battle, it would be worthwhile for Mu Sheng to ask himself.

Mu Sheng walked up to Song Yanming with a smile, cupped his hands, and respectfully said: "Master, it is my honor to fight for you."

Song Yanming glanced at him gratefully. If Mu Sheng didn't act with him, I'm afraid that today he would be even more ashamed besides losing in front of everyone.

"just you?"

Ouyang Fuce's eyes fell on Mu Sheng, and he sneered disdainfully.

The hard boxing method is mainly for practicing boxing. The palms are like knives and can break fine iron. However, looking at Mu Sheng's hands, the ten fingers are straight and slender like a woman, full of dexterity and beauty, and they don't look like martial arts practitioners at all. fist.

Therefore, Ouyang Fuce concluded that this Mu Sheng has no ability at all!

"It's me." Mu Sheng nodded lightly.

"Heh, have you ever practiced martial arts? Your strength is not as good as that of my apprentice who has practiced for two years, and you still want to fight against my senior disciple?" Ouyang Fuce said coldly, too lazy to waste time on Mu Sheng: "Boy, if you have no strength, I advise you not to interfere in this matter. You have no eyes in your fists and feet. Be careful when you go up, you will lose your life!"

"I have confidence." Mu Sheng nodded, calmly.

At the end, he added, "If Senior Ouyang is willing to teach you personally, I can take it too."

"you!"

When Ouyang Fuce heard this, his face turned blue instantly. This kid actually wants to compete with him?Does he deserve it?

"Ouyang Fuce, aren't you afraid?"

Song Yanming returned the words to him with a smile.

Although he really wanted to teach this arrogant and ignorant boy a lesson, but he stepped forward, he was too disrespectful of a martial arts master, he flicked his sleeve robe coldly, and said to Song Yanming:

"Okay, then let your apprentice go first, and when your apprentice loses, it won't be too late for you to play again."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Xiang Anyu, and said in a cold voice, "An Yu, the battle will be resolved quickly, don't make Senior Song wait."

The meaning of these words is obvious, let Xiang Anyu go all out and show no mercy!
"Master, I will do my best!"

Xiang Anyu cupped his hands and said.

Mu Sheng's arrogance also aroused his anger.

He jumped onto the ring, pointed at Mu Sheng coldly, and said, "Hurry up, I'm going to hit hard, if you're afraid, remember to admit defeat in advance."

Mu Sheng cupped his hands and jumped onto the ring.

The spectators craned their necks one by one. Although it wasn't Song Yanming and Ouyang Fuce fighting, it should be a fierce battle.

"Who do you think will win?"

"It should be Xiang Anyu, after all, he is Ouyang Fuce's most proud disciple."

"But, that strange fellow seems to be Senior Song's closed disciple, right? If the two really fight, it's hard to tell."

Everyone discussed in low voices, their eyes burning.

"Song Yanming, you should hurry up and get ready to play." Ouyang Fuce said indifferently, he is very confident in his apprentice, he came here today to defeat Song Yanming, now even his apprentice can't beat him, wouldn't it be too embarrassing?
Song Yanming said with a smile, "No hurry, no hurry."

Soon, there was a sigh on the platform.

"Failed?"

"It's so fast?"

"The strength difference between the two of them is too great, right?"

The apprentice standing beside Ouyang Fuce also gasped and sighed, "Master, I lost."

Hearing the voice, Ouyang Fuce smiled even more, all of this was in his expectation.

He said calmly, "Song Yanming, let me tell you that your apprentice is not good. Now, it's your turn to play."

"Master, that's not what I mean."

Apprentice Ouyang Fuce was beside him, swallowed, and continued in a low voice, "Senior Brother Xiang lost."

After finishing speaking, he stepped back to the side, not daring to say more.

Now the arena.

Only Musheng stood alone, and the audience was silent.

But Ouyang Fuce still had a smile on his face, but his whole body was frozen in place as if petrified.