What Yuwen Zongheng can think of, Yuwen Dehe, as the vice president of Dongsong Academy, can also think of those strong people from all walks of life who brought their juniors to participate in the opening of the Ten Thousand Swords Tower.

It's just that even if they can think of it, what can they do.

Placing the people of the Luling Mansion Martial Arts Academy in the firewood room of the thatched toilet is originally unreasonable for Dongsong Academy.

After all, you are a guest from afar, and it is naturally an extremely rude thing for you to entertain your guests like this. No one speaks, and those in power at Dongsong Academy can pretend to be confused.

It can be achieved now, so many people see it, can the people in power of Dongsong Academy still pretend to be confused?

Therefore, in the face of Luo Jinwu's apology, even if Yu Wende wanted to strangle all the people from the Luling Mansion Martial Arts Academy to death one by one at this time, he could only hold this breath in his stomach.

Moreover, he still had to smile and groan, and told Luo Jinwu in a graceful manner that it was because he was not well entertained and did not arrange a good place for the Luling Mansion Martial Arts Academy for a while, which is why the current situation of rudeness has appeared.

Of course, in the end, this kind of thing will be over, not only will no one mention the words of compensation and the like, but also relocate Zheng Ming and them to a place to live.

The place where it was resettled was a small courtyard, a small courtyard dedicated to receiving distinguished guests, and the thatched house next to the toilet, which was really very different.

Luo Jinwu sat in the small courtyard, breathing in the fresh air around him, and a faint moistness rose in his eyes.

Although he knew very well that after this incident happened, they would be tantamount to completely offending Dongsong Academy. But this offense. There was only one feeling in his heart.

That's coolness. It's so cool!

At this moment, he felt that he had a lot of things to say to Zheng Ming, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

And Luo Dongxiong, who was still a little jealous of Zheng Ming in the past, patted his chest heavily at this time and said to Zheng Ming: "Ming Shao, if you have anything to do in the future, even if you tell my brother, I can help Ming Shao do it, and there is no ambiguity." ”

As for Cheng Qingling. She didn't say anything, just used the tea leaves she brought to help Zheng Ming make a pot of tea.

That night, Luo Dongxiong still wanted to have a good chat with Zheng Ming, but before he could talk about it, he was pulled away by Luo Jinwu. And there is only one reason, that is, Zheng Ming cannot be delayed to rest.

After all, Zheng Ming still has to face Yuwen Zongheng!

"Ming Shao, the vertical and horizontal ten blows were created by a genius in the Yuwen family back then, and the legend says that the ten blows are fired in succession. It's incredibly powerful!"

"So when faced with ten strikes, the best choice. It's to interrupt the rhythm of the ten strikes!"

This is Luo Jinwu's understanding of the vertical and horizontal ten strikes, as for how to break the rhythm of the vertical and horizontal ten strikes, Luo Jinwu does not know.

The moon traveled in the sky, and the night was deep, Zheng Ming sat on the bed, thinking about the battle with Yuwen tomorrow.

In the past day, although he has made two shots in East Song City and East Song Academy, the increase in his reputation value is not too obvious.

The reputation of red does not increase by more than 10,000, and the reputation of yellow only increases by a few hundred.

In other words, those students of Dongsong Academy have not yet reached the level of fear of him as he hoped.

Red reputation is worth 32,500, and yellow reputation is worth 2,235!

His current reputation is too little, and if he wants to get more prestige, the biggest and fastest way is to be able to defeat Yuwen Zongheng.

But judging from the situation of meeting Yuwen Zongheng today, Zheng Ming does not feel that it is an easy thing for him to defeat Yuwen Zongheng.

Tomorrow, it looks like it's going to be a tough battle!

As one of the largest martial arts institutes in the Great Jin Dynasty, the martial arts training ground of Dongsong Academy is very large, and according to the requirements of the construction of this martial arts training field, the martial arts training ground of Dongsong Academy can support tens of thousands of students to practice at the same time.

From ordinary stone lock knives and guns, to all kinds of equipment needed for cultivation, the martial arts training ground can be said to have everything, but on this day, the Dongsong Academy martial arts training ground was not only twice as many as before, but most of them did not cultivate.

They gathered around a dozen stone tables, holding silver tickets in their hands, and shouting with all their might.

"I bet that Zheng Ming won't be able to catch the three blows of Brother Zongheng, 10,000 taels of silver!"

"I bet that Zheng Ming can't take Brother Yuwen's five moves, 20,000 taels of silver!"

"Haha, I think this time Brother Yuwen should break that kid's leg, 100,000 taels of silver, let's talk about it, one pays five!"

Under all kinds of voices, almost all the people who participated in the gambling bet that Zheng Ming would be able to take over Yuwen's vertical and horizontal moves.

Among them, more than half of the students bet that Zheng Ming will not be able to catch three moves, and the odds of this kind of bet are also the lowest, less than one to one.

As for those who can take Yuwen's five moves, there are one-thirds, and the odds in this case have reached one to two.

pressed up again, to the column where Zheng Ming took over Yuwen's ten blows, and the odds reached 1 to 15. It's just a pity that there is no one to press such high odds.

In this, there is naturally the pride of those students of Dongsong Academy, but more importantly, it is their trust in Yuwen Zongheng.

"Ming Shao, these people are really hateful, then you can take Yuwen's bet of ten blows, and there is no one to suppress it!" Luo Dongxiong said angrily to Zheng Ming after squeezing out of the crowd.

Zheng Ming patted Luo Dongxiong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "The mouth grows on other people's heads, and they can do whatever they want." ”

Speaking of this, he smiled at Luo Dongxiong and said, "Did you also suppress some of it?"

"Hehe, I'm just angry at their arrogance, so I put some money in it, not much, just to cheer you up. ”

When Luo Dongxiong said this, he was a little embarrassed and said: "I pressed you to be able to take Yuwen's seven vertical and horizontal blows, one thousand taels of silver!"

Speaking of which, a thousand taels of silver doesn't seem to be a small amount, and Luo Dongxiong doesn't seem to have a place where many people press it.

Looking at Luo Dongxiong, who looks like I'm like you, Zheng Ming's nose is a little crooked, he behaves like this to Luo Dongxiong. Just one word -!

Compared with Luo Dongxiong. Cheng Qingling's support for Zheng Ming. It looked very solemn, she also pressed the silver, 10,000 taels of silver, and pressed it where Zheng Ming could take Yuwen's ten blows.

It's just that this little woman held the gambling slip in her hand, but gave Zheng Ming the feeling that she had thrown 10,000 taels of silver tickets.

Zheng Ming couldn't say a word to a little woman, but he took out a million taels of silver tickets from his pocket. Gently handed it to Luo Dongxiong and said, "Go, help me buy a bet to win." ”

The three words of winning by yourself were heard in Luo Dongxiong's ears, which made Luo Dongxiong stunned, he did not take the silver ticket, but said with some hesitation: "Brother Ming, there is no project you win in other people's gambling games." ”

Zheng Ming looked at Luo Dongxiong rubbing his hands, and he really didn't know how to praise Luo Jinwu's education of Luo Dongxiong.

He threw more than half of the silver tickets directly into Luo Dongxiong's hands, and said in a deep voice: "You take so many silver tickets, are you still afraid that people won't accept them?"

Luo Dongxiong went. Half an hour later, he ran over with a smile and said, "Brother Ming." They took it, woo, and said that it was to encourage your courage and give you a one-to-one odds. ”

Your sister, the odds of one to one hundred are really enough to fucking look down on yourself. However, thinking about the appearance of getting 100 million taels of silver after defeating Na Yuwen, Zheng Ming's eyes couldn't help but heat up.

"Big Brother Zongheng is here!" With such a shout, countless people looked in one direction.

I saw Yuwen Zongheng in a brocade robe, just like the most personable handsome boy in the world, he walked over from the crowd with a smile under the embrace of Sikong Longxiang and others in a three-clawed green dragon robe.

"Brother Zongheng, teach those hillbillies a good lesson!" someone shouted loudly when he saw Yuwen Zongheng.

"Brother Zongheng, I bought you three moves to win, you must not let us down!" a chubby student, holding a note of his participation in the gambling game in his hand, shouted frantically.

"Brother Zongheng, if you can delay a little time, it will take seven moves to win that country boy, I will accompany you tonight. ”

The person who shouted this sentence was a man who looked like a spring flower, and when he heard this, Yuwen Zongheng, the smile on his face suddenly stiffened.

And Sikong Longxiang and the others laughed as if they were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and from their smiling faces, it can be seen how much they expect this kind of thing.

However, this kind of chaotic shouting only lasted for a moment, and it quieted down, because the division commanders of Yuwen De and the Xiling Martial Academy and other major forces also began to come over.

Yuwen Deji's expression was very indifferent, but that trace of arrogance could not be concealed, he smiled and said to a middle-aged man beside him: "Zongheng This kid is good for everything, but he is a little too proud, this is not good!"

Although it is not good in his mouth, anyone can see it, and this Yuwen Deji's heart is very comfortable.

"Hahaha, has Dean Luo of the Martial Arts Academy of the Luling Mansion arrived, please come and take a seat!" After sitting down in the middle of the master's seat, Yu Wende said loudly.

As a five-grade master, Yuwen Deji's voice instantly filled the entire martial arts training ground, and Luo Jinwu, who originally just wanted to hide aside and quietly watch this competition, had to come out.

"Haha, today is the competition between the disciples of you and me, come on, Dean Luo, you sit next to me. As he spoke, Yu Wende pointed to the position next to him.

Luo Jinwu looked at the incomparably revered position, and the look on his face was a little tense. Although the position next to the master is the most respectable position, this kind of seat is not for everyone to sit.

For example, in today's situation, this position is not a kind of reverence, but a big trap.

Yu Wende and this hand are to pull him to be embarrassed.

However, Luo Jinwu couldn't help but sit at this time, otherwise they wouldn't be able to raise their heads in the future in the Martial Arts Academy of Luling Mansion.

"Since Dean Yuwen said so, then it is disrespectful to the next. As Luo Jinwu spoke, he sat down next to Yuwen Deji. And at this moment, all eyes fell on Luo Jinwu's face. (To be continued.) )

PS: The first update is presented, today Monday, woo, all kinds of ticket support are needed, please stun me with tickets, the last point, today's three watches!