An Lingyun sat bored in the audience at this time, with her hands on her legs, and then she supported her face again, her eyes were lazy, and she looked at the people on the competition stage without a glance.

Although when they were just introduced, they all introduced the names of these people very loudly, such as [Chasing Knife], [Yuhua Sword], [Lingyike], [Langli Dragon] and the like, but in An Lingyun's opinion, these people are not even worthy of carrying shoes for Zhuoyang, that is, the goods of a round of soy sauce.

"Alas, it's not very lucky, I thought there would be someone who could get a little bit into the eye."

It took a lot of effort for An Lingyun to slip out of Zhuo's mansion.

First of all, the first step was to use some small means to hypnotize Zhuoyang's grandfather and grandmother, making them mistakenly think that they had been sleeping in the room, and then, there was nothing.

But even so, An Lingyun began to plan for the future.

After all, if you want to be able to appear freely in front of Zhuo Yang in the future, then you have to deal with the identity of [Lin Yun'er], otherwise there will be a lot of restrictions.

[After returning to Anning City, I'm thinking of a way. 】

[However, this guy won't want to go back to Anning City just because I'm here. 】

When An Lingyun thought of this, she was a little proud and a little worried.

In another corner, Shopkeeper Mei stared at the unicorn ring without blinking, quietly waiting for Zhuo Yang's appearance.

Compared with the quiet An Lingyun and Mei shopkeepers, the other person's movement is not small.

"Come on, come on, I'll press my brother to win, five hundred taels."

Xu Shijin shouted exaggeratedly at the place where he bet like a cat smelling a fishy smell, as if he was afraid that others would not know.

"Eh, Xu Gongzi, I don't know who your brother is?"

"Zhuoyang!"

"Okay, I know, Zhuoyang Zhuo Shaoxia's opponent is Xuanyu Pavilion's [Folding Plum Hand] Fang Wenxue, and Xu Gongzi will win by pressing five hundred taels of Zhuo Shaoxia."

After the registered personnel recorded it, they handed Xu Shijin a voucher.

Xu Shijin took the voucher with a big grin and put it in his pocket nonchalantly.

muttered in a low voice: "It's just right, I haven't tried what it's like to make money in my life, just try it." ”

The people who heard his words suddenly rolled their eyes, and their hearts were sour.

Look, is this what people say, and besides, you're not making money, it's gambling!

If Xu Shijin heard the thoughts in these people's hearts, he would probably sneer and laugh.

"If you don't know whether you win or lose, you gamble, and if you know what you win or lose, that's a sure deal!"

......

"Melon seeds! Peanut! Apple! Pear! Customers who need it wave their hands! ”

"The battle table that has just been released, one penny!"

"The information of the hot player, ten cents, only ten cents!"

Just when the fight in the ring was hot and the selling under the audience was hot, some of the audience gathered together to discuss.

"Hey, who are the best players this year?"

"Well, the young general of the General's Mansion, the Wen Gongzi of the Qingyuan Poetry Society, Miss Sun of the Jubao Chamber of Commerce, and the one in the palace, just these few."

"These are all old faces, aren't there any newcomers this year?"

"Hey, don't tell me, there's really such one."

"Who?"

"Zhuo Yang, who ranks seventh on the Hidden Dragon and Phoenix List, Zhuo Gongzi is said to represent the Layue Tea Society to participate in the competition."

"Layue Tea House? I haven't heard of it. ”

"It's the tea house opposite Baihualou."

"Ao, there, I don't remember a famous place, as Zhuo Shaoxia, even if he participates in the competition, there is no reason to participate in the competition on behalf of the Layue Tea Society."

"Who knows."

"Hey, don't say it, Zhuoyang Shaoxia is on the field!"

......

"Let's start the sixth game of the Qilin Field, represented by the Layue Tea Society, [Ten Thousand Miles Alone] Zhuoyang Zhuo Shaoxia, against Xuanyu Pavilion [Folding Plum Hand] Fang Wenxue."

Zhuo Yang listened to the referee's shrill voice, and glanced sideways at his thin figure, white face, and feminine expression, and suddenly understood in his heart.

[Out of the palace.] 】

knew that it was rude to keep staring at others, so Zhuo Yang withdrew his gaze, anyway, his appearance was very different from that in the TV series in his previous life.

It was his own opponent, which made Zhuo Yang feel that he was as good as the referee next to him.

Fang Wenxue is also dressed in white, but there are plum blossoms embroidered on it, her face is pink, she is the kind that is pink and white with powder, she has eyebrows, hooked her eyeliner, painted her lips, and holds a folding fan in her hand, with a smile on her eyebrows, giving people a strong rouge atmosphere.

It's a pity that the Adam's apple rolling up and down in his throat makes this rouge breath a little ...... Disgusting.

The key is that the way he looked at him was that there was a hint of horror in Zhuo Yang's bones.

"Fang Wenxue, I've seen Zhuoyang Shaoxia."

The way this guy greets is also very different and nondescript.

As soon as the folding fan opened, he blocked half of his face, like a woman, bowed slightly, looked at Zhuo Yang's eyes, and dodged shyly.

Zhuo Yang only felt that his goosebumps fell to the ground.

"Ahem, please, please advise!"

Zhuo Yang said that being able to do this is already my greatest respect.

"Now that both sides are ready, then, the game begins!"

After the referee said that the game started, Fang Wenxue, who was originally half-faced, and her eyes were shy just now, changed suddenly, and her eyes flashed with a palpitating cold light.

"Zhuo Shaoxia, be careful!"

Fang Wenxue waved his fan, and the cold light of the Dao suddenly shot towards Zhuo Yang.

[Folding plum hand], good at using hidden weapons.

[Tsk, really, why do I always encounter people with hidden weapons, can't you give me a fist-to-flesh fight.] 】

Although Zhuo Yang is not bad at dealing with hidden weapons, he always has a prickly feeling.

The hidden weapon used by Fang Wenxue was a bit interesting, like the petals of plum blossoms, and the trajectory flew towards Zhuo Yang strangely.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yang immediately brandished the mountain and river gun in his hand.

Marksmanship in the world - rain or shine!

"Huhuhu~~~~~"

A spear was impenetrable by Zhuo Yang.

'Ding, ding, ding! ’

A crisp voice sounded, and the hidden weapon shot by Fang Wenxue was immediately sent out by Zhuo Yang.

That calm appearance shocked Fang Wenxue's heart.

[Sure enough, he is worthy of being a master on the list of hidden dragons and phoenixes. 】

Fang Wenxue's eyes became more vigilant.

[I remember, this Zhuo Yang is not known for his marksmanship, he is not good at ......]

Just when Fang Wenxue felt strange, Zhuo Yang's figure accelerated suddenly.

The world's marksmanship - electric flint!

"Zila!"

As if it was a leaping bolt of lightning, Zhuo Yang's spear stabbed towards Fang Wenxue with a terrifying momentum in the blink of an eye.

Like lightning and thunder, even if he could see it clearly, his body couldn't react at all, at least Fang Wenxue really couldn't do it.

"Whoosh!"

A fierce wind blew across Fang Wenxue's cheeks, blowing off a lot of powder on his face, and drifting towards him.

Fang Wenxue's eyes trembled as she looked at the tip of the spear pointing at the bridge of her nose, and a chill rushed from the tail vertebrae to her brain, making him freeze in place, not daring to move.

The gun, the momentum of the king of a hundred soldiers, the reality of this moment is vividly and vividly.

The referee glanced at the situation on the field lightly, and announced without saltiness: "In the first game, Zhuo Yang wins!" ”

"Take!"

Zhuo Yang pistol, carrying it behind his back, walked off the ring lightly.

The game ended too quickly, so that many spectators who were looking forward to Zhuo Yang's performance saw that the young man with the spear on his back had slowly walked out of the ring and took away the victory at the same time.

Spirited, nothing more than that.

"That's amazing!"

"What a quick shot!"

"Strong! It's too strong! ”

Listening to the voices of the surrounding audience, An Lingyun had a light smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Marksmanship, it's still average, you can see it."

......

And Zhuo Yang had just stepped out of the ring, and before he could take a few steps, he was stopped by an unexpected visitor.

"Your marksmanship is very strong!"

Zhuo Yang looked at the young man who was blocking in front of him, also carrying a spear, with a serious face, and looked at him seriously.

He smiled faintly.

"Your eyes tell me that you and Ling's guns are also very strong."

The young man with the spear on his back had sharp eyes, just like the gun behind him, sharp and sharp, and there was a faint hint of the iron-blooded domineering of the Jin Ge Iron Horse.

"But you haven't practiced home yet!"

After the young man finished speaking, a domineering and powerful momentum erupted from his body.

Feeling the momentum that erupted from the young man's body, Zhuo Yang's eyes narrowed.

This is, the gun momentum.

The young man looked at Zhuo Yang with a resolute and confident expression, and said in a deep voice: "You, do you want to mess with me?" ”

Zhuo Yang was stunned.

"What?"

"Mess with me."

The young man looked calm and calm, and he didn't feel that his words were abrupt at all.

[This guy really wants me to mess with him.] 】

Zhuo Yang smiled.

"Reason."

"I'm optimistic about your gun, your gun can get stronger."

The reason is simple, but it's enough.

Zhuo Yang shook his head.

"I refuse."

The boy frowned.

"Reason."

Zhuo Yang said with a smile: "If you really know guns, you should be able to see that my gun is different from yours, he belongs to the rivers and lakes, not to the army." ”

Zhuo Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the young man with a smile.

"Do you say yes, Major General, Tang Xiyue"