The white clothes are fluttering, and the purple is beautiful.

The face is painted with green bamboo, holding a Chinese fan.

In the swagger of the impermanence fan in the blood, the gentleman is like jade.

"Wen Jie, how can it be Wen Jie's kind of soft goods?"

"The ring is only three zhang square, but it is more than ten zhang high, Wen Jie's words...... Hahaha......"

"I know this kid, it's the more famous Su Jiazi in Chen'an County, but he's really Wenjie, he hasn't stood firm when he goes up, someone came with a sword, poof, fell, poof, and fell to his death. ”

Ren Xia laughed, there were more than 10,000 people, the sound was deafening, and the dense forest in the distance shook the wind.

Su Ang just laughed, the impermanence fan in the blood slammed down, and the eight beautiful pictures turned into pink skeletons, whistling out in all directions, Ren Xia was startled once, but then, Su Ang relaxed his control over his talent.

The green bamboo slip had already exploded, and the talent was hidden.

At this time, the talent was aroused, and the big black characters were conjured up:

The mind is full of bamboo, galloping north and south, and the body is as light as a swallow stepping on the clouds;

Tossing and turning, I am the first pride in civil and military!

Stunned, stunned, stupid, Ren Xia also recognized some words, and when he saw the poems, he was all stunned.

Su Jiazi, Su Ang, right?

What a big breath!

"Su Jiazi, you are really shameless!"

Under the ring, the five confident Ren Xia all stretched their faces, and Luo Buying cursed in a low voice.

He told Luo to not die, and before leaving, his father changed his name to him, that is, he was recruited by the strategists, and if he didn't go, he couldn't do it, but he must not die, and he had to go back alive.

He also adheres to the principle of 'immortality' and does not contradict others.

But......

Su Jiazi, you have such a big breath!

Too shameless, right?

In the distance, Yao Thirteen, who was hiding in the military tent and opened a corner of the military tent to watch, pouted, and his peach blossom eyes were tilted upward.

Uncle Meng said what he was up for? Revenge Joke, is he Yao Thirteen such a person?

But......

Su Jiazi, you are really shameless, the master is not used to it, the master doesn't want subordinates like you.

He pursed his lips, thinking that Su Ang would definitely not be able to become a tun commander, it would be best if he was beaten down and fell to death, and if he couldn't fall to his death, he couldn't let Su Ang enter his army.

There are such shameless subordinates...... Lose face!

Farther away, farther away, the superintendent of the strategist's office froze for a moment, and unconsciously turned his head to look at the ordinary person beside him.

The first pride in civil and military affairs?

This sentence, except for Deputy Shuai He, who dares to say it?

can be a small chief, a worthless talent, the descendant of the Su family...... Said.

"Interesting. Deputy Shuai He spoke softly.

Ordinary and ordinary eyes stared at the ring, as if in the world, he did not want to fight with anyone......

..................

Under the ring, everyone is watching.

Rao was Ji Ran's cheekiness, and he couldn't help blushing, Bailige lowered his head, suddenly raised it again, and glared fiercely at the surroundings. What's wrong, what's wrong with my godfather's tone, I have opinions to fight, private fights, I'm not afraid, it's just a little ...... Lose face.

The little pavilion pawn is simple, and he is very frightened to be looked at by so many people, and his short body is curled up.

He just didn't understand, why did he look at them like that?

Pavilion chief, no, the elder is both civil and military.

He thought so, and trusted Su Ang with 100,000 points......

"Ahem. Su Ang coughed twice, and couldn't help but rub his face.

This poem was written by himself, and it was not famous, there was no eternal golden light, and it was written by his teacher who was kind to him, carefully taught, and advised.

Mentor Cao Mengde said in the divine court: "I think I was just a petty official when I was a teacher, well, people, you have to have great ambitions, as a teacher usually doesn't teach you much, I will teach you today, people, you must have great ambitions...... You have to understand, 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't be afraid of anything, don't be cowardly, just do ...... Being a teacher is definitely not because of that sentence, definitely not, being a teacher is to teach you, to be sincere to the teacher, to be a teacher...... Come on, don't worry about it. ”

Su Ang's face stiffened.

The full text of this sentence is: I will raise your wife, and you will not worry about it.

Yao Thirteen, if you have a chance, Lao Tzu will kill you!

It's not good to mess with anyone, you mess with my smallest eyes, no, the most meticulous as a hair...... Teacher......

Su Ang rubbed his face again, ignoring the knife-like gaze around him, and pulled the hemp rope. With the blessing of poetry, he was as light as a swallow and quickly climbed into the ring more than 30 zhang high.

"Really went up?" Luo Budie's eyes widened.

There was also a commotion around, they didn't expect Su Ang to really have the courage to go up, you know, the ring is only three zhang in size, in such a cramped place, and Ren Xia fights? Su Jiazi is ...... Sick in the brain?

"Like, his brain...... Is it really sick?" someone said.

This is the one who heard Su Ang's reputation, and immediately surrounded a group of people, asked about the matter, and spread it everywhere, and the eyes of the pieces changed rapidly, and they looked at Su Ang with pity.

No wonder, it turns out, it's really sick.

Su Jiazi...... Poor thing......

The chief guarding this ring, named He, was stared at by Luo Buzhi before, he was under a lot of pressure, and when he saw Su Ang coming up and breathing a sigh of relief, he couldn't help crying and laughing.

"This ...... Brother, are you ......?" he pointed to his head.

By the way, you, a Wenjie, don't stay in the strategist's office and come up to fight, don't you...... Sick in the brain?

He hadn't heard of the reputation of Su Ang's predecessor.

Su Ang smiled at him, felt that this person was good, quite polite, and asked, "Can you wait for me?"

"Uh, okay. ”

I feel that I am a normal person.

Be polite...... Idiot.

Su Ang smiled again, closed his hand to Shi Chang, turned around and pulled the hemp rope that came up, below, Bai Lige had already tied a burlap bag to the rope, and he pulled it up.

"What is this guy doing?"

It's all beaten, and what are you pulling up? This sick person's brain is extraordinary.

There was a mixture of discussions below, and many people also looked at Hu Zhuo, tapir and others, and their eyes became even more pitying-what do you have to be stupid to follow this ...... What is the length of a sick brain?

Hu Zhuo lowered his head, the tapir's face was flushed, and more than a dozen Ren Xia drooped their faces, they wanted to cry.

And in the distance, there were nine strong prison officials covering their mouths, so that they didn't scream.

The ordinary deputy handsome lotus, his eyes flashed with golden light.

He was thoughtful......

"Alright. Suang pulled the sack up.

The sack is very small, and it doesn't seem to hold much, maybe Wen Jie's physique is weak, he lifted it, and felt a little heavy.

Su Ang put the sack down and suddenly drew his sword.

A sword mark appeared in the center of the ring.

"Good swordsmanship!" Shi Chang's face trembled.

This sword is crisp, neat, and even has a bit of a domineering aura that should not belong to Wen Jie, and he admits that Su Ang's swordsmanship has surpassed that of ordinary Xiaoxia.