The secret decree that made Luo Shicheng change his costume and take the stage had just been secretly passed down, and Honglu Siqing hurriedly came and played, "Your Majesty, the Korean samurai is invited to say that he ......"

"What did he say?" Seeing what Honglu Siqing said, the Emperor of the Apocalypse asked. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"He said that he would compete with the best guards around His Majesty."

"Bold! Who to compete with, is it up to him to decide?! Ye Xianggao next to him said angrily: "Who are the guards?" That's the person who protects the Son of Heaven, how can he casually compete with his Bangwufu? ”

Hearing this, Emperor Tianqi was stunned and looked sideways at Wei Zhongxian. Wei Zhongxian smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I didn't expect this Korean warrior to be so arrogant. He couldn't have seen the palace guards, right? ”

"Huh?! Then, if he recognizes Luo Shicheng......" The little emperor was startled and hurriedly said: "Hurry up, tell him not to come to the stage first." ”

"Yes." Wei Zhongxian immediately secretly passed the will to the little eunuch beside him.

Preventing Luo Shicheng from coming to power, Emperor Tianqi breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Ye Xianggao and asked, "What Elder Ge said is very true. It's just that there are no guards, can there be other candidates for the elder of the pavilion? ”

"Uh......" Ye Xianggao bowed his head in shame, humming haha, he really couldn't think of a way to deal with it.

Seeing Ye Xianggao's demeanor, Wei Zhongxian was suspicious in his heart, his eyes rolled, and he whispered to the little emperor: "Your Majesty, the old slave heard that this time the list is recruiting, and there are four people who have been reported. There have only been three martial arts competitions, and there is still one person who has never competed. ”

Emperor Apocalypse's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked the officials in the audience. "yes, aren't there four of them? It's only been three games, but what about the fourth person? Why don't you play? ”

The officials in the six ministries who knew about it looked at each other with sincere fear. Finally, he bowed his head and said nothing, and secretly watched Shoufu Ye Xiang Gao.

Ye Xianggao regretted listening to Shi Jikai's words at this time, and left Yin Fusheng.

No matter how many people can't beat others, how can a scholar be? The old man is really confused.

In this ......, letting scholars compete is to play tricks on the king, and not allowing scholars to compete is the crime of bullying the king.

This damn Shi Jikai, if Your Majesty is to blame for this incident, the old man will not treat you for the crime of improper recommendation!

Sun Shenxing had an idea, and said with an excuse: "Your Majesty, although there are four people entering the palace, the order of this competition is from strong to weak. The first three samurai were all defeated, and the minister thought that there was no need to ...... this last one."

Sun Shenxing thought about it and said, and finally found a reason. But before he finished speaking, Shi Jikai stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, all things in heaven and earth have their own life. Although the rock is strong, the soft water penetrates it, and the ants are small, they can shake the tree. This last one, although the force is not as strong as the first three, may not necessarily be defeated. ”

Hearing this, the little emperor nodded frequently, "Hmm! Shi Aiqing is reasonable! Go, quickly get this person into the ring to compete! ”

Ye Xianggao, Sun Shenxing and others were so angry that they glared at Shi Jikai fiercely.

Lose in a while, see what you do?!

After some twists and turns, Yin Fusheng was finally brought to the ring.

As soon as he appeared on the field, he almost knocked over the yellow-haired monster. This guy, since he entered the Ming Dynasty, has always had an unbeatable virtue, and now when he saw Yin Fusheng, he laughed so much that he burst into tears.

After laughing wildly, he raised his hand and pointed at Yin Fusheng, not forgetting his most familiar words, "Waste!" Haha......"

Yin Fusheng nodded and clenched his fists, "It turned out to be a waste brother, disrespectful and disrespectful." Under the surname Grandpa. ”

The yellow haired monster is not proficient in Chinese, and can only say a few insulting words. looked at the person in front of him, he was quite polite when he was scolded, and he didn't feel confused. Don't know what's going on?

Yin Fusheng continued: "Oh, forgive me for being shallow. This waste surname is really rare. I've never seen it in my Ming Dynasty. After hearing that Brother Waste is a famous family in North Korea, this waste surname must be a big surname in your North Korea. ”

Yin Fusheng's words caused the Ming Dynasty officials next to him to snicker.

The yellow-haired monster wondered, what are these people laughing at?

Immediately asked Honglu Siqing to translate for him.

Honglu Siqing looked up, slightly hesitant.

"Your Excellency, as it is." Yin Fusheng said indifferently.

Honglu Siqing nodded, not polite at all, and translated Yin Fusheng's words to the yellow-haired monster one by one.

The yellow-haired monster was furious, and after a strange scream, he pointed at Yin Fu and shouted, "Grandpa! ”

Just this sentence, the person next to him laughed even harder. Even the Emperor of the Apocalypse, who was watching the battle from a distance, almost didn't lie down happily when he heard the report from someone who came.

Ye Xianggao in the audience became more and more worried, and said in his heart: Can this kid just talk about it? It's fun to scold people now, and after a while, I will see you let people beat the ring, how can you be strong?

The yellow-haired monster didn't care what Mingren laughed at, only glared at Yin Fusheng angrily, and said in his broken Chinese and Korean: "I don't have a surname!" We in North Korea have no surname. My surname is Park and my name is Zhilong. You don't talk nonsense! Hurry up and compete! ”

Honglu Siqing translated synchronously, Yin Fusheng pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "I'm not busy, what's the hurry?" Brother waste, are you so anxious to be beaten by me? ”

Park Zhilong listened to the translation, and his face turned purple with anger. The heart said, your martial artists lost to me one by one, and the few martial artists who just came on the field were also defeated. Can you beat me?

Park Zhilong didn't talk to Yin Fusheng anymore, turned around directly, pulled out his double knives from the weapon rack, waved them twice across his chest, and appeared, "Less nonsense!" Pick your weapon! ”

After listening to the translation, Yin Fusheng nodded very approvingly, then turned around and came to the first weapon rack. From the first spear to the last knife, none of them were chosen.

Seeing Yin Fusheng's grinding and chirping, Park Zhilong was so anxious that his face twitched. The people in the audience couldn't help but sweat for him.

This kid looks like a light cannon, and he can't use a weapon.

"Zhongxian, look ......, can this person be martial arts?" Outside the Imperial Palace, the Emperor of the Apocalypse turned sideways and asked Wei Zhongxian with concern.

"Your Majesty, forgive the old slave for being clumsy, I really can't see it."

"But I look at him, he is a white-faced scholar, and he really doesn't look like a martial artist."

"Uh......, Your Majesty, the Ming Dynasty has many talents, and there are not a few people who hide deeply. It's hard to say this person. ”

Yin Fusheng touched the first weapon, shook his head, looked at the second one again, still touched it from beginning to end, and finally, stopped in front of the last long sword, pulled out the long sword, held it horizontally in his hand, and nodded frequently.

When the emperor's ministers saw it, they breathed a sigh of relief.

The sword, the gentleman of the weapon.

The scholar uses a sword, which makes sense.

Seeing that his opponent had finally chosen his weapon, Park Zhilong tensed his muscles all over his body, held his breath in his chest, and prepared for battle.

Just as everyone was looking forward to the start of the competition, who expected, Yin Fusheng put the sword back again. "There's no weapon I'm used to."

Everyone collapsed as if deflated.

Park Zhilong even put his double knives behind his back, and said: "I knew that you didn't know martial arts at all, kneel down and beg for mercy as soon as possible, Lao Tzu will spare you from death!" ”

"I don't have much to learn and art, and I only practice one kind of instrument in my life. It's not like a waste of you, you're proficient in everything, and you're sparse in everything. ”

"I'm sparse?!" After listening to the translation, Park Zhilong was very angry and immediately shouted: "No matter what weapon you use, it can't reach me!" ”

"Since Brother Waste said so, then you're welcome." After that, he rushed to the samurai under the ring and said, "Hurry up, please bring out my magic weapon!" ”

(To be continued)