Zhao Ji, who was sitting in the center of the steps at the end of the main hall, had a panoramic view of the ring and everyone in the square, and her eyes were full of expectation.

"This kid has grown a lot taller." Zhao Ji's gaze turned to Yang Ming, who was standing in the ring in light armor, and there were a few more different meanings in his eyes.

"Go, call him to the mourners." Zhao Ji turned his head sideways and instructed the palace maid beside him.

"Yes."

In a pair of eyes, the palace maid walked down the steps and came to Yang Ming.

No matter what Yang Ming's perception of Zhao Ji was in his heart, in such a large public at this time, Yang Ming naturally couldn't and didn't dare to be rude in the slightest, and under the leadership of the palace maid, he climbed the steps step by step and came to Zhao Ji.

"Humble visit the Queen Mother." Yang Ming saluted.

Zhao Ji looked at Yang Ming who was kneeling in front of him, but did not let Yang Ming get up at the first time, but followed the line of Yang Ming's back along the top of his head and landed on the ground behind Yang Ming.

"Although this little guy is kneeling in front of the mourning family now, looking honest, in his heart, he may not be so obedient." Zhao Ji, who still remembered the grudge against being deceived last time, thought in her heart, and for a while, she didn't mean to let Yang Ming get up at all.

Mourning is meant to make you kneel.

"Do you have any confidence in this competition?" Zhao Ji pinched his throat and said as majestically as possible.

"Back to the Queen Mother, I still have some confidence." Yang Ming straightened up and said.

"Bold, who made you get up." Seeing Yang Ming's face, Zhao Ji said with a slumber on his face.

"The Queen Mother atoned for her sins, and she was rude." In front of everyone's eyes, Yang Ming could only lean down and say, but in his heart, he had already scolded Zhao Ji eight times.

This kid is definitely scolding the mourning family in his heart now. Zhao Ji seemed to have become smarter, and said: "In this competition, you must win, the person who is favored by the mourning family, if you are defeated by others, the mourning family will be disgraced, do you know how serious the consequences will be if the mourning family loses face?" ”

"I don't know what I do." Yang Ming replied.

"If you can't be the captain of Ganquan Palace, then be an internal servant by the side of the mourning family, if you are so uncompetitive, you don't need to fight for anything when you are an internal servant." Zhao Ji threatened maliciously.

Chamberlain? Yang Ming, who heard this word, only felt cold in his crotch, although not all the attendants in this era would not be stabbed by that knife, but the attendants who were with Zhao Ji could not be an exception, he was not Chang Yu, but there was no Lu Buwei to arrange everything for him.

Hearing Zhao Ji's words, the ladies and ladies around her looked at Yang Ming curiously one by one, this young man who had only been noticed by many families not long ago seemed to be a little unusual, and he could be treated so 'closely' by Empress Dowager Zhao.

"I don't dare to disappoint the Queen Mother." Yang Ming, who was already eager to strangle Zhao Ji in his heart, could only try his best to show his obedience.

"You go down, the ring is about to begin." Zhao Ji waved his hand.

When Yang Ming walked down the steps, he had already seen a young man wearing the armor of the Longxi Border Army standing in the ring.

"Longxi Li Ju." The youth arched his hand.

"Huashan Yang Ming." Yang Ming replied.

"Please." Li Ju had already made a gesture as he spoke.

"Please."

As he spoke, Li Ju had already launched an attack, and a pair of fists coordinated with his pace to attack Yang Ming like a torrential rain and a violent wind.

"The Wind and Thunder Fist of the second clan brother is already small." Among the challengers under the ring, a young man looked at the two figures in the ring and the fierce battle, scratching his shallow beard on the upper jaw, and groaning with a clear gaze.

"However, the second clan brother's wind and thunder fist only has the momentum of a raging storm, but his opponent is a real storm, the second clan brother, don't lose too ugly, that will be a great shame for our Li family."

Under the attention of a pair of eyes, Yang Ming faced a stormy attack, but he defended with the flowing water of the cloud palm, and between the strokes of the palms of one hand, the shallow cloud qi dispersed, but it dissipated all the opponent's attacks invisibly.

"What is this kid doing? Could it be that he really wants to be the mourner's chamberlain? Zhao Ji, who still had an understanding of Yang Ming's martial arts, turned his head sideways and asked the female guards beside him.

"Back to the Queen Mother, Yang Ming may just not want the opponent to lose too ugly." The female escort said.

"Really? This scheming is not shallow. Zhao Ji muttered, she had already regarded Yang Ming as a little fox, so she naturally wouldn't think that Yang Ming did this out of kindness.

"This is the tenth move, so let's stop here, so that you won't lose too ugly."

Yang Ming's palm momentum changed again with soft strength to turn the opponent's fist into an invisible one, and hit the opponent directly on the road with tearing the sky and clouds, directly hitting the opponent's attacking fist, under the huge force, the opponent's arm was directly pressed and curled back, hitting his chest, and even the whole person was thrown out and fell under the ring.

Li Ju looked at Yang Ming, who was looking at him condescendingly in the ring, his face was blue and white for a while, with the frustration and shame of defeat, and also the gratitude for Yang Ming's mercy.

"In the first game, Yang Ming won." On the side, the attendant brought by Zhao Ji from Xianyang Palace said loudly.

"The second game begins." Zhao Ji on the high platform said, want to rest? There are no doors.

With Zhao Ji's order, the second person stepped into the ring, this time, an opponent with a gun.

"Shangjun Meng Yulin." Come humanely.

"Huashan Yang Ming."

Before the words fell, Meng Yulin stabbed Yang Ming with a spear, he knew that he was not Yang Ming's opponent in terms of martial arts, all he could do was to strike first, and maybe there was a slight possibility of winning.

It's a pity that he was wrong, and he was very wrong, if he wanted to be as upright as Li Ju, Yang Ming would take care of his face and split ten moves with him, but he was extremely unparticular about choosing to strike first, how could Yang Ming still take care of his face.

One of his shots stabbed out, and Yang Ming bypassed the spear with the pace of a cloud shadow and appeared directly in front of him, and a row of cloud palms had been imprinted on his chest, knocking it into the ring fiercely, and when the person landed, he didn't know who was there.

Li Ju, who had just fought with Yang Ming, looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and subconsciously touched his forehead, such a person, we just fought with him without winning or losing, and we were defeated in the eleventh move?

Is my martial arts too good, or is Meng Yulin's martial arts too bad? But on the way to Xianyang, I walked with Meng Yulin, and I didn't think his martial arts were very bad, what the hell is going on?

In Li Ju's puzzled gaze, the third game has begun.

"Nanjun Yunze, good sword, sword name cutting waves."

"Huashan Yang Ming, good at fighting." Yang Ming smiled indifferently.

In his sight, the big sword had been slashed horizontally, Yang Ming slapped his backhand, and was pressing on the spine of the sword, between the reversal of the blade, Yang Ming dodged and retreated, and the person was already shrouded in the sword net.

"Is it still ten moves this time?" Zhao Ji on the high platform asked.

"It should be, Yun Ze's sword seems to almost hit Yang Ming with every sword, but every sword is an inch short, obviously everything is under Yang Ming's control." The female escort said.

"Does he seem to be stable? Then I don't have to rest, I'll see how long he can last. Zhao Ji snorted coldly, but her eyes were still fixed on the ring, although she couldn't understand martial arts, it didn't prevent her from finding the fight interesting.

Sure enough, as the female guard said, this time, Yun Ze was still defeated in the eleventh move.

Yun Ze, who was shot down from the stage, was holding a war sword with one hand, but found that his body was unexpectedly unusual, and then he realized that it was Yang Ming's subordinates who showed mercy.

"Thank you." Yun Ze clenched his fists and thanked him.

In the following time, Yang Ming fought a total of twenty-two games, except for five of which were won by one move, and the rest of the seventeen were defeated in the eleventh move.

"How many more are there, it's a little boring." I wanted to see Yang Ming make a fool of himself, but he never thought that his buttocks were numb, Yang Ming still didn't show his decline, and he didn't know how many men could be ashamed of such staying power.

"Back to the Queen Mother, there are still five more scheduled today." The female guard replied.

"There are five more games, so wait a little longer and let him play a few more." Zhao Ji straightened her waist and lifted her spirit.

In the ring, Yang Ming, who had only gained a break after ten games, was adjusting his internal strength, although the continuous battle was not enough for Yang Ming to have too much consumption, but it was guaranteed that everyone could hold ten moves in their hands, and only lost in the eleventh move, which was still very exhausting for Yang Ming, and he would naturally feel tired.

Zhao Ji seemed to see Yang Ming's situation, but she wanted to make Yang Ming ugly, but she spoke again, you want to rest, but the mourning family won't let you.

Just when Zhao Ji announced that he was going to open, Yang Ming, who was already impatient in Zhao Ji's troubles, didn't want to let Zhao Ji agree, and said directly: "Wait." ”

"What, are you going to throw in the towel?" Zhao Ji sent someone to preach for himself.

"In this fight, I'm going to fight five." Yang Minglang said.

"Really?" Zhao Ji's body leaned forward slightly, so that he could see Yang Ming in the ring more clearly.

"Exactly." Zhao Ji said.

The few remaining people under the ring looked at each other, and their faces became a little ugly for a while.

Yang Ming's martial arts are certainly high, but he underestimates them so much, how can such a naked insult not make people angry.

For a while, the awkwardness of joining forces against the enemy was replaced by anger, and they jumped into the ring one after another.

It's just that this time before Yang Ming made a move, one of the five people had already attacked the other four, and Yang Ming recognized his boxing technique, and the four people who were attacked also recognized it: Wind and Thunder Boxing, the boxing technique used by Li Ju in the first game.

It's just that compared to Li Ju's boxing skills, this person's boxing skills are more domineering, and there is a thunderous sound between the fists, and there are even flashes of lightning.

This is a true master.

This person fought four people alone, and he suppressed the four of them without backhand, and his martial arts were so strong that he was the first among the young people Yang Ming saw.

In less than a pillar of incense, one person was shot down from the stage, followed by a second, a third, and finally a fourth.

"Huaili Li Clan's Li Xin." The only person left on the stage hugged Yang Ming with his fist.

Li Xin? Looking at the eagle-eyed sword-eyed young man in the ring who had just won with one enemy and four enemies, Yang Ming had some exceptions, this was another familiar name besides Meng Tian.

"They're my opponents." Yang Ming said.

"Your Excellency is going to fight five people, and I'm five now." Li Xin was eager to try.

At that moment, Yang Ming saw a familiar shadow in this young man who called himself Li Xin.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help but smile, smiling very kindly, but under the warmth, there was a sense of calmness.