Fantastic Fantasy: Marrying a Beautiful Wife at the Opening Competition

Zhong Xiong, who had figured everything out, walked home. Many people looked at him along the way and recognized him as the winner of the martial arts competition.

It's just that no one dared to speak up. After all, Zhong Xiong's performance in the ring was too fierce and brutal in the eyes of outsiders, so everyone hurriedly stayed away, maintaining awe of the strong.

Regarding the attitude of these people, Zhong Xiong clenched his fist slightly.

He is indeed different from before!

Just after returning to Zhong's mansion, a skinny old man greeted him. It was his father's personal servant, Mr. Mu.

"Master, a room in the second courtyard has been tidied up, and the master wants you to move there."

The second courtyard is the place where only elders can live.

Before Zhong Xiong was only treated as an elder, but he did not have the status of an elder.

Now moving into it, there is no need to use tokens, even if there are children of the Zhong family who look down on him, they cannot disobey his orders.

For him, the winner, Zhong Zhenyue gave enough face.

"This is the token of the Treasure Tower. The master wants to say that you have too few skills, and I hope you can choose a few more martial arts that suit you."

Mr. Mu handed over a token with the word 'land' written on it, which made Zhong Xiong a little excited.

Elder-level characters can only view one earth-level martial art in a year!

He had already used up his chances before, but he didn't expect to be able to go in and learn another earth-level martial art now. He suppressed his excitement and put it away, bowed his hand to Mr. Mu, went back to his residence first, and arranged for his servants to clean up. place, move directly to the second courtyard.

"Mother, my son won the first prize in the martial arts competition, and now he has moved to the second courtyard..."

Zhong Xiong muttered softly to his mother's tablet, now that Xiaoxiao is not here, he has no one to confide in, so he can only talk to his late mother.

"Mother, don't worry, the child will take you out of here in a while and let you go home."

He knew that his mother Fang Xia's wish was to return home, but because of his accident, the Zhong family forcibly stayed here and had not returned home for 30 years.

He made up his mind to take away his mother's ashes after a while and bury her in his hometown.

After burning incense on the tablet, Zhong Xiong sat outside the courtyard, looking up at the imperfect moon, dazed.

At this time, the gate outside the courtyard opened, and Zhong Zhenyue walked over, his face was as calm as before, with no signs of happiness or anger.

"Have you talked to Gong Sunfei?"

"Gongsun Ziyue has already left the city, and she won't be back until a year later."

Since Gongsun Fei didn't ask for secrecy, Zhong Xiong naturally said it directly.

He also believed that his father, who was the Thirteenth Martial Guard, was not a fool. Even if he didn't know it before, he wouldn't spread it around after he knew it.

"One year? The opening time of the God's Army Camp is also one year."

Zhong Zhenyue seemed to be muttering to himself, his eyes fixed on Zhong Xiong, as if he wanted to see through him.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and said, "It's up to you to marry Gongsun Ziyue, but the qualifications for entering the Shenjun Battalion must be given to your elder brother."

"He is more qualified than you."

After Zhong Zhenyue finished speaking, he turned and left. Zhong Xiong withdrew his gaze from looking at the moon, and punched the stone table next to him. The stone table shattered, and the sound attracted several servants and maidservants nearby, but they didn't dare to approach, and they all looked at it in awe. Zhong Xiong.

"Is it more qualified than me? That's right, even if I win the championship, I might be the son-in-law of the city lord, but it still doesn't matter to him!"

Zhong Xiong took a deep breath, thinking of what Zhong Zhenyue said just now, there was only boundless anger in his heart.

He is like a tool, he can come and go when he wants it, and he is obviously rewarded by his own hard work, but he has to be controlled by Zhong Zhenyue.

He was very upset about this feeling. When talking in the carriage in the afternoon, the reason why he rejected the other party so quickly was that he was tired of being ordered and unable to decide his own destiny.

"Just wait, I will prove whether I have the qualifications!"

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The next day, Zhong Xiong woke up early, washed up, and went straight out of the second courtyard to the Treasure Building in the west courtyard, preparing to choose martial arts for himself.

"Master!"

"I have seen the young master!"

"Master...why are you standing there in a daze, why don't you hurry up and say hello to the young master!"

"Hello, young master!"

The servants and maidservants on the road greeted each other, and looked at Zhong Xiong with fear.

This made Zhong Xiong sigh, in the past when he walked in the Zhong Mansion, let alone saying hello, it would be considered good if he could not be ridiculed, which is very different from today.

He didn't bother to think about it so much, he went straight to the west building, but there were several people coming towards him, blocking his way.

"Isn't this the younger brother Zhong Xiong who won the first prize? He looks good, and I think he is in a good mood."

These people are all Zhong family's children, and the leader is Zhong Xiao, the second elder's grandson, who has won over a group of Zhong family's children by relying on his grandfather's status as the second elder. He also said what he said just now.

Zhong Xiong didn't even look at them, these cynical dandies are no different from ants in his opinion, it's not worth wasting too much time.

"Yo yo, it's great to be the son-in-law of the city lord, but why are you in my Zhong family? I understand. Even the servants don't want to see you in the city lord's mansion!"

"He has forgotten that he is a waste! He only deserves to join hands with a waste like Han Xiulian."

"I still want to marry Miss Ziyue, and I don't want to look at myself as a toad."

Zhong Xiong's forward figure paused slightly, turned around, and looked at Zhong Xiao and the others.

"What? Let's just talk. You are so arrogant now, why don't you let the truth be told?"

Several people sneered, especially Zhong Xiao's eyes contained resentment, and he was brooding over the failure to get the Yin-Yang Creation Pill from the Han family before.

"Give you three breaths and apologize to me! Otherwise, die!"

Zhong Xiong opened his mouth and walked towards them slowly.

"You trash, how dare you talk to me like that!"

"If it weren't for the Patriarch, you would have died outside!"

Zhong Xiao and the others were furious, but seeing Zhong Xiong's indifferent eyes, he spit out a word while taking the first step: "Three."

A powerful aura rushed towards their faces, making Zhong Xiao and the others feel a strong oppressive force, and their hairs stood on end, as if they had encountered something extremely terrifying.

"How is it possible, he is just a waste!"

Someone shouted, trying to fight the oppression, but the more they struggled, the stronger the oppression became.

"two!"

"thump!"

One person couldn't bear the pressure and knelt down directly. There was no ridicule or contempt in his eyes, only shock and fear.

The others couldn't help it either, and knelt down one after another, apologizing.

Only Zhong Xiao gritted his teeth and stubbornly resisted that oppression!

"This is Shi! How could he, a waste, understand Shi!"

Zhong Xiao roared wildly in his heart, trying to resist the oppression, but to no avail, he saw his knees gradually bend, and finally knelt down with a "plop".

"Yes... I'm sorry!"

Zhong Xiao squeezed out these three words from between his teeth, his face twisted, full of unwillingness.