I'm the villain in the book

You can't force people to come up with a knife.

Wei Changtian was anxious on the stage, and Wang Er, who was off the stage, was even more anxious. He had a handful of silver coins in his hand and was ready to pay to hire a few "actors" to perform on stage.

However, just as he was looking for a suitable candidate, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and then a man with a star-brow and sword-eyed eyes pushed aside the crowd, jumped, and landed on the ring.

The man was dressed in a black tiger robe, with a gold-handled dragon-patterned saber on the left side of his waist, and a sapphire pendant on the right, with the word "in" engraved on it.

He stood still, bowed to Wei Changtian and clasped his fists, his voice neither humble nor arrogant.

"Fan Hong, the inner guard of the Hanging Mirror Division, has seen Wei Gongzi!"

Seeing that someone finally came to the stage, Wei Changtian was initially overjoyed, but when he saw the pattern embroidered on the man's tiger Jiao suit, his face suddenly became bitter.

Three-clawed Jiao, four-patterned tiger.

This Fan Hong is actually a hundred households!

Of course, Wei Changtian was not afraid of his official position, anyway, even if the second-in-command of the Xuanjing Division like "Tongzhi" came, he would have to give himself a bit of face, not to mention such a rank six petty official.

What he was worried about was the strength of this Fan Hong.

It is inevitable that the hundred households of the inner guard are particularly superior in force.

As a bronze player who has just started, he is matched with platinum as soon as he comes up. Who can resist this?

Originally, I thought of going step by step, but since everyone was beaten, I could only bite the bullet and be beaten.

Thinking of this, Wei Changtian was no longer entangled, and bowed his hands politely.

"Master Fan."

"Don't dare, just call me by my real name."

Fan Hong asked calmly: "I don't know how the young master wants to compare? Only fists and feet? Or can I borrow internal strength?"

Wei Changtian didn't think much, and replied directly: "I don't care about this, you just need to show me the means of dealing with the mortal enemy."

"Wow!"

There was an instant uproar under the stage, and Fan Hong was also a little surprised.

"Sir, I'm afraid this is a bit inappropriate."

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Wei Changtian waved his hand: "Just don't let me get hurt too badly."

"...I understand, don't worry, son."

Fan Hong took a deep look at Wei Changtian, didn't say anything more, put the dragon pattern knife to one side, and then staggered his palms up and down to show his hands.

"Sixth Grade, Fan Hong, please."

"..."

Wei Changtian took a deep breath, and his expression instantly became serious.

He hadn't learned any moves, so he had to hold his fists on his chest one after the other, posing the most instinctive fighting stance of human beings.

"Seventh grade, Wei Changtian."

The sunlight passed through the window, pulling the shadows of the two of them very long.

Seeing that they were really going to fight, everyone in the audience was a little surprised.

"Fan Baihu is not afraid of power, he is really a role model for my generation!"

"The sentence Wei Gongzi just said made people look at it with admiration."

"I see no suspense in this battle."

"Which way did Young Master Wei start? How come you've never seen it before?"

"You'll know when you go to the countryside and watch the villagers fight..."

"..."

There was a lot of discussion, and Fan Hong on the stage finally moved after waiting for a while.

He dashed forward a step, and his right palm went straight to Wei Changtian's face. At the same time, his left foot was slightly charged, and he only waited for this palm to be blocked before hitting or sweeping to launch a second attack.

In fact, this is a very common exploratory routine. Regardless of the difference in internal strength, anyone who has studied martial arts for a year or two should be able to deal with it easily.

It's just that Fan Hong overestimated Wei Changtian's combat effectiveness even though he had kept his hands like this.

Uncomfortable posture, slightly flustered eyes, messy pace...

Seeing that a palm mixed with majestic internal force was approaching, Wei Changtian reacted and prepared to dodge, and his movements were still very slow.

With this development going on, Fan Hong doesn't need any more tricks, just one palm can knock Wei Changtian to the ground.

The people present were all warriors, so naturally this result could be seen.

Except for Wang Er, who was about to rush to the stage, most of the others had a schadenfreude expression, ready to sit and wait to see Wei Changtian's joke.

But at this critical moment, the situation on the field was reversed in an instant.

I saw that the palm that was supposed to hit Wei Changtian's face suddenly shifted half an inch to the side at an untraceable angle, and passed the good against Wei Changtian's ear.

And Fan Hong's poised left foot also gave up the attack at the same time, but took a slight step forward, and actually sent his chest directly to Wei Changtian's unmoved fist.

"boom!"

After a small muffled sound, the two passed by.

Wei Changtian was still standing dumbfounded, but Fan Hong knelt down on one knee with a "painful" expression on his face.

"Cough! Respond to change with the same thing... Young master is a good way!"

"I lost!"

???

Won?

No, what do I do to win?

Wei Changtian looked back in disbelief and glanced at Fan Hong, who had poor acting skills, and instantly understood.

Good guy, you were pretending to be neither humble nor arrogant in your feelings before? !

What's so special about changing with the same thing? ?

It's hard work for you to flatter yourself!

"Shut up!"

There were boos from the audience, but Fan Hong turned a deaf ear. Just as he was about to come over to say a few more words, he suddenly heard Wei Changtian spit out a word coldly.

"roll!"

Fan Hong panicked instantly: "Young Master Wei, I..."

"I said, get out!"

"..."

Fan Hong's Adam's apple wriggled, but after all, he didn't dare to speak any more. He walked down the ring in despair and fled the Yanwu Hall in a blink of an eye, obviously for fear of being ridiculed by his colleagues.

"Hahahaha! I laughed!"

"Shameful!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, why is Fan Baihu able to walk steadily? This is the gap between me and others!"

"..."

Fan Hong had already run away in the roar of laughter, but the crowd of onlookers did not disperse, all waiting to see how Wei Changtian would end.

From their point of view, there is a high probability that this demon king will turn around and leave if he loses his interest.

However, the development of things has once again exceeded everyone's expectations.

Wei Changtian, who was still standing on the ring, was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly, word by word:

"From today onwards, I will fight ten times a day in the A-[-] pendulum!"

"No matter who you are, what state you are in, or what your status is, you can come to power and fight!"

"Anyone who beats me will get 50 taels of silver! It's like making a meritorious service!"

"I will never take revenge! I will never lie!"

"Wang Er!"

"Master, son, I'm..."

"Go find a wooden sign and place what I just said here!"

"When will I win a hundred games, and when will I stop saying this!"

Chapter 14 Paid Beaten

In all fairness, Wei Changtian was somewhat impulsive when he said these words.

But he knew it had to be done.

Otherwise, I am afraid that no one will ever be willing to fight him, and even if there is an estimate, they will all be flattering like Fan Hong.

Again, it's forcing yourself.

Xiao Feng is not dead, the threat is still there.

He wants to quickly improve his strength in the shortest possible time.

As for whether the goal of "Yum Victory" can be achieved, Wei Changtian is not worried.

With his back to the Wei family, he holds the system in his hand.

If it can't be done under this circumstance, what is the difference between it and the waste of the former master?Just kill yourself.

Although his ultimate goal is to be able to live and drink in this world, people still have to have a little bit of ambition.

Thinking of this, Wei Changtian paused, his eyes swept across the silent crowd, and asked again:

"Now, who wants to come to power?"

……

"Young Master Wei, is this for real?"

"Take it down, I think this may become the biggest joke of the Xuanjing Division."

"Getting 50 taels of silver is like making a contribution. If it's real, it's really good money!"

"Brother, why don't you try it first?"

"I'm not going, if I want to go, you go first."

"Hehe, I'm not stupid."

"Then you think I'm stupid?"

"It doesn't mean that."

"I see you have it! Bing Si Lei is empty now, do you dare to fight with me!"

"..."

Obviously, most people don't believe Wei Changtian's promise just now.

The monthly salary of the ordinary officers of the Xuanjing Division is one tael of silver, plus some gray income, it is estimated that there can be another one or two more.

Twenty taels of silver a month, even in the capital, is a high-paying group.

Basically, you can ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing, you have meat every day, and occasionally you can go to Pingchangfang to drink a flower wine.

In addition to some difficulties in buying a house, these days are already moisturizing enough.

And now that Wei Changtian's mouth is their income for two years, it is no wonder that no one dares to believe it.

But as the saying goes, there must be a brave man under the heavy reward.

Under the huge temptation, there is always someone who dares to take a risk and try it out.

"That, Mr. Wei..."