fake prince

Chapter 792 childhood sweethearts
After the sound of the gong, Bo Yan at the resting place raised his head to drink the water hyacinth in his hand and carried it behind his back. He got up and went out without arranging his robes.

"Your martial arts are good, and your style is a bit special." A man followed him out of the rest shed and said.

Bo Yan turned his head and took a look, he really knew this person, Zheng Huai, one of the most famous people in the world, good at swordsmanship and boxing martial arts, it is said that lightness kung fu is also good, because he also uses a knife, Bo Yan has collected information about him, I believe In contrast, Bo Yan has always been unknown, and the other party does not know him.

The two eyes met, and they had a general feeling for each other.

"This Bo Yan is not someone who is waiting for nothing, is it also sent by some powerful person?" Zheng Huai thought to himself.

Bo Yan thought to himself: "Could it be one of the people sent by King Qi?"

He knew a little bit more, knowing that King Qi had sent more than two people in this competition, among the people who can reach this step, there must be someone from King Qi, could it be this person?
On the face, Bo Yan responded indifferently, and only said: "I'm sorry, brother's martial arts are superb."

"You don't have to be modest, in the end maybe you and I will be rivals." Zheng Huai laughed.

The four eyes collided with sparks, this is the usual behavior of quacks, when they meet someone with similar martial arts, they want to compete for superiority and inferiority.

Bo Yan scolded "idiot" in his heart, but he also knew that there might be only one or two places in the end, no matter whether they were sent from one place or not, they would all compete for the top spot.

"If it's really the end, then I'll accompany you." Bo Yan said, pulling the corners of his mouth.

The atmosphere between the two of them suddenly became tense, and the others were similar. As the sound of the gong became more and more urgent, they all came out one after another, gathered together, and continued to draw lots.

Similar to the rules in the morning, after the lottery, ten people will go on stage in batches, and five rings will be held simultaneously. Bo Yan is in the second group. While waiting, he looks towards the high platform not far away. Standing quietly behind Dai Wang with downcast eyes, motionless.

"She knows I'm coming? Doesn't she? Or has she seen me?" Bo Yan pursed her lips, her eyes were cold, at this moment, it seemed as if she only had that person in her eyes.

But when his gaze turned to the young man in front of the girl, it was hard for him not to be affected.

"Dai Wang..." Bo Yan read softly, and had to admit that Dai Wang can be said to be the best man.

He looks very young, I heard that he is, but if it is not for his demeanor, he would believe that he is sixteen or seventeen years old, or for informal occasions, he only wears a silver crown and a moonlight long-sleeved shirt with fluttering sleeves. It is not what I can compare.

What's more, even people from the Jianghu could tell at a glance that although this person was smiling, he had an air of not wanting to get close to him, which was different from people from Jianghu like him.

"This is the nobleman?"

Bo Yan didn't know whether he should be thankful that the task he took was not to assassinate the Daiwang, so he didn't have to become a sworn enemy with her, or he should be depressed about that person's choice.

Dai Wang is just a newly-appointed prince, even if he really wants to be rich, why should he take refuge in Dai Wang?
The suggestion he made at the beginning is not better than the choice she made at this time?

Since Bo Yan came back last time, he has been trying to find a reason for her, but no matter how hard he thinks, he can't figure it out. Maybe, the only way to get an answer to this question is to ask her in person.

"It's time for me to go on stage." From the corner of the eye, Bo Yan glanced at the ring and there was no movement. Bo Yan looked back at the viewing platform, straightened his clothes, and strode up.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, there was a burst of cheers under the ring where he was standing.

After the competition in the morning, Bo Yan is considered to have some fans in the audience. After all, he is a young and handsome master with good martial arts. He is quite like the young hero in the storybook. It is not only the young people who are curious about the world who are curious about him. The middle-aged people who bet on him to win also looked up with blushing faces.

The one who got into the same arena with Bo Yan was a middle-aged man with a hunchback, his figure was a little out of shape, but because of this deformed body, his martial arts turned out to be "weird", "fast" and "spicy". Let's go with this middle-aged man in the morning The quack in the competition was knocked off the stage by a crutch. Although he was not seriously injured, he also broke several ribs. The most serious one was the leg bone broken by the crutches. Afraid of becoming disabled.

So Bo Yan was a little bit careful about this hunchbacked quack.

Sure enough, when the fight started, the opponent's martial arts were average, but he had a lot of insidious tricks. If it wasn't Bo Yanben, he was afraid that he would be tricked by the opponent.

On the viewing platform, Luo Jiang stared closely at the arena where Bo Yan was, and raised his heart slightly. Although he knew that Bo Yan was deliberately hiding his clumsiness, and with his real strength, it was impossible for him to lose to the opponent's shady tricksters, but after all, he still dared not make mistakes. open your eyes.

Su Ziji really couldn't take care of it anymore, his head was in a daze, and the experience he had gained from the two groups of people made him fall into the state of "overwhelmed" again.

"Another 15000 experience points have been added, and this time there are additional gains."

Staring at the ten people on the ring, Su Ziji tried his best to focus on two of them.

"Zheng Huai is someone sent by the king of Qi. He intends to stay in my palace for a long time?"

"Bo Yan is also someone sent by the King of Qi to assassinate Wen Xunpeng? It seems that he was the swordsman before. How dare you come to me after failing once?"

"No, he seems to have other goals, Luo Jiang?"

As the experience was slowly digested, besides martial arts, more things surfaced like hidden reefs.

Su Ziji glanced at the group of people waiting in the audience. Who would have thought that out of the 125 people shortlisted for the afternoon competition, one-third of them were sent by each family?

Not only were there people from the King of Qi, but also the Kings of Shu, King Lu and several dukes. The Secretary of the Imperial City didn't send any more people over. It was because Luo Jiang was already lurking by his side, or it was because of other servants who already had people. Who did the Imperial City Secretary interview?

Su Ziji's way of governing has reached level 15, so he deeply understands this truth.

For a weak force, it is as difficult as going to the sky to buy someone from a powerful force.

The two are equal, and can only rely on more benefits.

As long as it is many times stronger, such as representing the emperor, no matter how kind the prince's family treats the servants, he can accept his head and worship after one interview.

"It's not surprising, but this Bo Yan and Luo Jiang are still childhood sweethearts, it's really interesting!"

"My lord, the real Liu Zhan is asking to see you."

At this moment, someone came to the stage and whispered a few words in the wild Taoist's ear, and the wild Taoist came over, reported to Su Ziji, and interrupted the caprice.

Liu Zhan?

Su Ziji endured the pain in his head, he didn't want to see him, but if he didn't see him at this time, it would easily arouse suspicion, Su Ziji said slowly: "Please come up."

"Yes!" With Liu Zhan's identity, it was natural for the wild Taoist to go down and invite someone.

After a while, an old Taoist in a Taoist robe went up to the high platform and saluted Su Ziji: "The poor Taoist sees the king."

(End of this chapter)