Song Xiachen was accustomed to such a scene, yawned, stood up and walked to a corner of the martial arts hall, and asked a guard: "Is Ankang here?" ”

The guard replied respectfully, "Ankang has come." I'm waiting outside. ”

"Is Miss An here?"

The guard replied, "Miss An is also waiting outside." ”

Song Xiachen nodded with satisfaction.

Outside the martial arts hall.

An Kang, An Yiyu, An Fu, and Nangong Man were standing there watching the rain, when a figure came over and whispered, "Miss An is here too?" ”

An Yiyu looked back and saw that it was Zheng Muyi.

She nodded.

Zheng Muyi glanced at An Kang and said to An Yiyu: "Then Shenyang's mana is all over the sky." Let my brother be more careful. ”

An Kang was obviously standing on the side, but Zheng Muyi told An Yiyu to tell her brother to be careful.

An Kang smiled and didn't speak.

An Yiyu smiled at Zheng Muyi: "Thank you Zheng Gongzi for taking care of you." ”

Zheng Muyi stood beside Nangong Man again and said to her, "How is Nangong girl?" ”

Nangong Man said "um" coldly.

Zheng Muyi didn't feel embarrassed at all, and pretended to be leisurely and stood beside Nangong Man.

Ankang only thought it was funny when he saw it. It seems that this Zheng Muyi is not here for his sister An Yiyu, but for Senior Sister Nangong. Even Senior Sister Nangong's name was inquired clearly.

Sure enough, it's a playboy who wants to pick up girls. originally wanted to pester his sister An Yiyu, but now that he sees that his competitors are too strong, he has become obsessed with Senior Sister Nangong again. Yesterday he greeted Song Qiushuang, but today he didn't even notice Song Qiushuang. It's really fast enough.

"It's not even three quarters in time. Please take your seats in turn. An officer came out of the hall and shouted to the crowd.

After everyone entered the huge tent set up on the martial arts arena, they sat down in the designated position according to the guidance of the officer.

This designated position is similar to the position where their fathers and grandfathers sit in the martial arts hall. Even Ankang, who participated in the competition today, was placed in the last seat.

An Kang didn't care, he raised his eyes and looked at the general's platform.

There were forty-five people sitting on the stage, and Song Xiachen was sitting in the middle, Song Yande, that is, the Lord of Song City, and Song Yanqian, the father of Song Xiayang and Song Qiushuang, was sitting on his left. The rest of the officials are arranged according to their ranks.

An Tianhan was not seen in the first row, because An Tianhan was sitting on the edge of the third row.

And in the second row behind Song Xiachen, there was an old man in a black robe. The old man looked sixty years old, with gray hair and a gloomy complexion. From the moment I sat down, I never opened my eyes. If it weren't for Song Xiachen's eyes slightly open when he talked to him, maybe people would think that he was blind.

Not only did An Kang notice the black-robed old man, but everyone else also noticed.

"That black-robed old man is probably Mr. Shen, right?"

"It must be. I heard that Mr. Shen only wore a black robe all his life. Except for his face, his entire body was covered in a black robe, and even his hands were rarely exposed. No one knew how many secrets were hidden under the black robe. ”

"Really? Mr. Shen shuddered when he looked at it. No wonder people often say that he killed countless people. ”

"Why did he kill so many people? Because he was a priest, did he need to perform a sacrificial ceremony? ”

"Quite the opposite. He became a priest because he had killed too many people. ”

"I don't understand."

"I heard that every day he sacrificed his weapons with the blood of the living, and with the blood of the dead to his spells."

"Huh?" These words made many women present exclaim.

There were many people who looked at Ankang with pity. But more often than not, with a playful gaze. They were very interested in the man who had eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall to challenge the high priest.

Even if you don't know the height of the sky, you must know the existence of heaven and earth.

Those who have forgotten these things are one person tall in the grave grass.

When these people heard that the eldest prince of Anfu had recovered Gushan City, they would still yearn for or disdain Ankang.

Aspirants think that Ankang is indeed a genius. Those who disdain it think that the kid of Anfu is just lucky. There are also rumors in the city that the beast king in Gushan City is actually powerless, and he was bumped into by An Kang by mistake, so he had to be captured.

It's not a hero's work at all.

What teenage hero? But that's it.

But such sentiment is already yesterday's errand.

Whether it is the pro-An faction or the anti-An faction, when I heard that Ankang was going to challenge Shenyang, Ankang's personality completely collapsed. No wonder his nickname is "Silly Big". Stupid is stupid, I don't know whether I live or die!

"Ankang, do you see Mr. Shen on stage?" It was Song Qiuyun who spoke.

Ankang replied, "Yes." Sure enough, there is a master's style! ”

"It's good that you know. How can an impudent boy like you, who doesn't know the height of the sky, fight against Mr. Shen? I'm afraid that he can scare you into paralysis as soon as he opens his eyes. Hum! I have seen fear in your eyes. Don't you feel pathetic yourself? ”

"Really? How do I not know that I am afraid? How can I not feel pathetic to me? An Kang smiled.

"Humph! When death is dying, he is still hard-mouthed! Song Qiuyun looked disdainful.

Song Qiushuang was about to speak, when Song Xiayang, who was sitting next to her, pulled her. Song Qiushuang glared at her brother and pursed her mouth.

An Kang said: "Miss Song, I'm weird. Since you are a noble county lord, shouldn't you sit on the podium? Why huddle with us? I see, you, the lord of the county, must be a fake. Maybe it's a distant poor relative of Qiushuang's family. ”

When Song Qiuyun heard this, he was furious. She stood up and pointed at An Kang and said, "An Kang, you shameless person, you actually question the identity of this county lord. I'll go up to the stage to show you if I'm the county lord or not. ”

Ankang made a gesture of please, motioning for her to hurry up.

Song Qiuyun sat down again and said hatefully, "You want to invite me away, right?" I still have to sit here. I'm going to take a good look at your nasty face, and see how you've been ravaged by Mr. Shin. ”

Ankang laughed "haha" and stopped talking.

Ankang won't pay attention to this county lord. He didn't even pay attention to the king's son, let alone the king's daughter.

There are also many officials on the stage who are scanning the stage with their eyes, and they are also looking for Ankang. They glanced at Shen Yang on the stage and Ankang under the stage, and the comparison between the two was too different. Everyone couldn't help but shake their heads.

What's more, he turned his head to look at An Tianhan in the back row, showing a sad face of pity or a smile with bad intentions.

"Lord An," a young colleague beside An Tianhan said, "How can you still sit here?" Don't persuade your eldest son to apologize to His Royal Highness. ”

An Tianhan was not familiar with the official next to him, but he knew that he was his protégé. Although both of them worked together in the yamen of Xincheng, after all, the difference in identity was too great, and they were not from the same yamen.

Now An Tianhan is still sitting at the head of this young official.

An Tianhan sighed: "If you can persuade you, you can already persuade it." ”

"Before, the noble son must not have known Shen Yang's methods. Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid that my heart is also like a god. ”

This Shenyang does have an extraordinary momentum. Although he sat in the second row, his momentum was even comparable to that of the son of the monarch who sat in the middle of the first row.

Song Xiachen, the son of the monarch, is actually not stronger than his cousin Song Xiayang, but his momentum is indirectly formed by the stars holding the moon. But Shen Yang is spontaneous.

The black-robed priest sat upright with his eyes closed, and it was hard for ordinary people to imagine what would happen if he opened his eyes.

If today's competition hadn't been presided over by Song Gongzi himself, I'm afraid someone would have opened a gambling game long ago. Except for Ankang's relatives and friends, no one will bet on him to win.