Xianwu Datang: Start with the rich woman

Saying this, as if he could win...

Zhang Wei's plan is to defeat the opponent in force in advance without using spiritual power to frustrate the opponent's self-esteem. This will make it difficult for the opponent to perform well in the poetry competition.

At the same time, it can also make Du Qiuzhuo completely give up on this useless man.

"Only after the competition will you know whether you win or lose. I will suppress my spiritual power and be careful not to hurt my future father-in-law."

Chen Yanjun shook his head:

"No comparison."

The elder's wife said with a straight face:

"It must be compared. This has nothing to do with Mr. Chen, but to prove the dog grandson's martial arts strategy in front of Qiu Zhuo, so that Mrs. Cui can't find an excuse to refuse this marriage."

Chen Yanjun really didn't expect that this family would be so arrogant just because they were popular in front of Eunuch Qiu.

"It's okay if you really want to compare."

"Although Chen is a martial arts practitioner, he is not interested in sparring with everyone. Because of the possibility of injury and face loss in the martial arts competition, he has to raise his bets."

"For example, something to bet on..."

Zhang Wei frowned, is this kid still a gambler?Or do you want to use a bet to make him give up his plan to compete?

With a straight stomach, he snorted coldly:

"What do you want to bet on?"

Chen Yanjun turned around, looked at the six boxes of betrothal gifts in the main hall, and pretended to say casually:

"Just bet on these betrothal gifts. Anyway, Bishi Chen will definitely win. I brought all these betrothal gift belts, and it's not appropriate to carry them back, so I leave them to me."

In fact, when he entered the hall just now, he was curious about what the six boxes of betrothal gifts contained.

Is it enough for him to condense his energy and form a pill, so that he can pass through the entrance?

He didn't want to take away people's property, but this young man is determined to humiliate him...

As an elder, he could only accept the dowry in another safe way.

Everyone was shocked, not knowing what Chen Yanjun meant.

Mrs. Zhang frowned even more, her folds trembled slightly, and a cold light appeared in her eyes.

If it weren't for the presence of a fifth-rank martial artist, she would have already unleashed her coercion to shock the audience!

Mr. Zhang has the bearing of a Confucian teacher, with a smile on his face, he said cruel words extremely calmly:

"It seems that Mr. Chen is very confident in his poetic talent. How about this? If Zhang wins the martial arts contest, please ask Mr. Chen to leave Cui's house. He has no power to restrain a chicken, so he is not qualified to be Zhang's future father-in-law."

Chen Yanjun shook his head again, and calmly said:

"Chen will not bet on the affection between him and his wife. What I am asking for is property, and I would like to ask Mr. Zhang to change a bet on property."

Zhang Wei sneered, thinking to himself, who wants the property of you, a poor scholar with a bad face?

"Since that's the case, then Zhang doesn't want to gamble, just for one condition: fists and feet have no eyes, don't blame me for Mr. Chen's injury."

Worried that Chen Yanjun would refuse because of fear, he added:

"Mr. Chen, don't be afraid. As long as people don't die, no matter how serious the injury is... there will be a day of healing."

But this time, Chen Yanjun nodded unexpectedly.

"That's fair."

Afterwards, under the notarization of Princess Ping An, the two parties signed the betting agreement and the release letter in turn.

The contest begins!

Both sides stand.

The whole place was silent.

Chen Yanjun put away the contract, turned around, bang, and punched Mr. Zhang on the ground.

Chapter 0020 The sword is presented to the beauty

Everyone was stunned at the same place, pressed on their seats by this exaggerated scene, and forgot to move.

Like a thunderbolt on the ground, it exploded with a bang.

The thunder was not very loud, but it echoed on the beams in the front hall, or on some people's faces.

This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

Last breath.

Those who don't know Chen Yanjun's strength are all guessing how Mr. Zhang will use his strength to slowly humiliate him, instead of tearing his face and seriously injuring ordinary people.

Those who knew part of Chen Yanjun's strength were guessing how he could use his physical skills to hold on in front of the cultivators, and fight for a long time to find a good opportunity.

And Zhang Wei himself was thinking about how to restrain his spiritual power, so as not to kill someone by mistake, or hurt the tables and chairs in the hall and the six boxes of betrothal gifts.

Now, he was lying on the ground, his limbs were twitching, and he was thinking about this question while foaming at the mouth...

It was like a cold wind blowing over a glacier.

The air in the front hall froze.

Before that, Chen Yanjun carefully and carefully stuffed the deed into his arms, as if giving off a weak air of a scholar who was afraid of being beaten to death.

However, when he turned around, he punched Mr. Zhang's belly as huge as a whale...

In a daze, everyone didn't even see Chen Yanjun's fist movement clearly.

The sound of the punch was not loud, but there were ripples on his stomach.

This punch looked like a sneak attack, but in fact it was extremely casual, smooth and smooth, and it was done in one go.

Even Zhang Wei himself didn't see the punch clearly.

It's not that he can't avoid it, he just feels that as a ninth-grade Confucian teacher, he can let a mortal punch him first, and then he will have the pleasure of humiliating him with a backhand.

After being punched, he didn't feel too much pain.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to fight back, he realized that his entire right arm was shaking...

Immediately afterwards, the internal organs were like an overturned vinegar jar, and the whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Immediately there was a buzzing in his head, foaming at the mouth, his limbs twitched, and he collapsed on the ground.

The audience was completely silent, and the sound of punches and falling to the ground echoed on the beam.

"Vill!"

Zhang's mother was so frightened that she couldn't believe the facts in front of her. She was stunned for a long time before rushing over.

As a result, this pounce was extremely loud and caused a second blow to Mr. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang kept a straight face and shouted sharply:

"Why are you nervous, it's just a convulsion!"

Immediately, he threw a ochre-red elixir and asked Mother Zhang to feed it to his grandson.

The old lady's face was black as ink, she stared at Chen Yanjun, and looked him up and down.

As a sixth-rank Zen master, she vaguely sensed that the young man was in a good state of mind, but she didn't understand why his physical skills were so powerful?

Could it be that Mrs. Cui found a piece of uncut jade a long time ago, so she made offerings to it?

Chen Yanjun also looked at Mr. Zhang, and after confirming that he was fine, he clasped his fists politely and said:

"Assignment."

This punch disrupted all the plans of the Zhang family. It was not very harmful but extremely insulting.

Chen Yanjun admitted that this punch was part of a sneak attack.

The other party was indeed careless and did not flash.

One punch hit a sudden sex!

Of course, Chen Yanjun felt that even if he really opened up his stance to fight, with Mr. Zhang's body size, he didn't need to count on physical skills, and every fight was accurate.

Confucianism needs to be chanted, uttering Confucian words to transform Qi, and the speed of singing and transforming Qi of a ninth-grade Confucian master cannot keep up with his own peak body skills.

This is the same reason that low-level magic is not as powerful as a pistol.

Chen Yanjun decided the victory with one punch.

Not only did he not seriously injure Mr. Zhang, but also made him unable to get up again, and it could also save the Zhang family some face that "the other mortal attacked me carelessly and didn't dodge".

Right now, Mrs. Cui, Xiaoyue and Qiu Zhuo all heaved a sigh of relief at the same time and did not make a sound.

Housekeeper Lei stood up straight, showing the tall and straight imposing manner of the pines. He regained his face in the first battle: It's not that I'm old, it's because Mr. Chen has entered a rare realm of transformation with his fists and feet, and he is good at sneak attack tactics. Normally, he is not an opponent of the ninth rank. It doesn't matter that I'm old.

To say that the most shocking person in the audience was standing behind the princess, Huo Longwei, a rank five martial artist.

From his point of view, Chen Yanjun's fists are just the most basic imperial martial arts, but he has such extraordinary strength that he didn't realize it in advance...

There is only one possibility for a mortal to achieve this level of strength——

This child has entered the third realm of nourishing Qi ahead of schedule!

Now he is sure that this Mr. Chen is the one who caused internal injuries to the old pagoda tree in the backyard.

If he had exerted all his power to hit the locust tree with his punch just now, Mr. Zhang would have been seriously injured.

Taking the seat, Li Chan was stunned for a while and came back to her senses, clapping her hands and applauding.

"You can't be judged by your appearance... Very good, very good, Mrs. Cui, you are really astute!"

She clapped her hands, but there was a feeling that she was about to cry on her pretty and picturesque face.

Such uncut jade, to be preempted by someone, became her elder, and told her how to marry into Cui's family again...

"It's not over yet!"

Zhang Wei recovered from his injury and got up, the flesh on his face was not sure whether it was an aftershock or trembling with anger.

"I respect that you are a mortal. You have not used your aura, but you suddenly attacked me. I can still fight. You can't lose right now. Keep going!"

Before Chen Yanjun could refuse, he was shouted back by Mrs. Zhang:

"Bullshit!"

"You are a Confucian scholar, not a martial artist. You were attacked and knocked down because of your kindness, and you won it back with poetry. If you continue to fight, if you win, others will say that you are bullying the weak and oppressing ordinary people. It is not worth it."

As a sixth-rank Zen master, Mrs. Zhang naturally saw that Chen Yanjun's punch just now was extremely powerful, and Zhang Wei was not good at martial arts. Using Confucianism to fight against the enemy may not be cheap, but rather a loss of face.

The primary purpose of the Zhang family's marriage proposal this time is not to marry Du Qiuzhuo, but to try to make the princess or the Cui family show favoritism and lose their position.

Sneak attack, which is difficult to be elegant, is already a stain on the Cui family.

If more stains are found later, it will be easy to bring down the Cui family and break through the Military Weapons Supervision.

Thinking this way, Mrs. Zhang continued:

"Mr. Chen has a bit of wild fighting ability, which opened the eyes of the old man. Continue to fight. It is not honorable for the dog grandson to win a mortal with the power of the ninth rank. These dowry gifts are not valuable. Since you have been coveting it for a long time, take it Bar."

"The great Tang Dynasty respects Confucianism, and poetry and prose cannot be attacked by surprise."

Chen Yanjun was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect this old woman to be a king of mouth.

But he is not stupid, and he will not be provoked.

"Chen has already won the next game, and the rule is that Mr. Zhang must win both civil and military. Why should I compete in poetry?"

"you--"

Zhang Weigang was stopped by his grandmother, and then hit by Chen Yanjun, he held his dantian out of breath and refused to hit him.

However, the more Chen Yanjun behaved like this, the more the Zhang family firmly believed that his poetic talent was mediocre.

Poetry is difficult to achieve quickly, not to mention that the Zhang family has arranged multiple backers to ensure no worries.

Mrs. Zhang said:

"If you don't compete in poetry, you have to think carefully about whether Mr. Chen's punch just now was caused by a demon. You don't want to tarnish the reputation of the Cui family, Mr. Chen."

Chen Yanjun looked respectful, but still refused:

"With Huo Longwei present, he can naturally prove Chen's innocence. No comparison, no comparison."