Early in the morning of the second day, Fang Zhongjin was exercising. Suddenly I smelled the aroma of food. I heard the heavy breathing of the servant Don outside the house.

He stopped exercising, but got up and opened the door. Sure enough, Old Tang had already carried a food box and was waiting in the outhouse.

Old Tang had just brought the food back, and he was going to wait for a while before knocking on the door and asking "Tuo Nansheng" if he wanted to have breakfast first. He didn't expect that as soon as he stood in the outhouse, "Tuo Nansheng" just opened the door and walked out.

Old Tang Xin said: Won't he really be a master?

He hurriedly said with a smile on his face: "Master, breakfast has been delivered." I'll bring you into the house. ”

Seeing that "Tuo Nansheng" nodded, Old Tang hurriedly walked into the house. Put the breakfast in the food box on the table of the Eight Immortals.

Fang Zhongjin saw that this wisteria pinched gold silk food box was very exquisite. Inside is a stack of silver silk rolls, a basket of soup dumplings, and a small plate of refreshing side dishes.

Although this dish is not expensive, it is much better than the food in the yellow group back then.

Old Tang said respectfully: "Master, are you still satisfied with the dishes? If you don't like it or want to add some, just tell me." ”

Fang Zhongjin nodded, and then sat down to eat. He was born in a scholarly family, and although he later fell into trouble, he was not abandoned with a good upbringing.

Old Tang stood aside and peeked at this "Tuo Nan Sheng", and couldn't help but secretly wonder in his heart. This man is said to have been born with three hands, and he came from a remote place like Lingnan. He was wearing a crude leather jacket, and his face was gloomy and he couldn't see the description clearly.

But if you look at him from afar, he is tall and straight. The most strange thing is to be polite when eating, neither gobbling up, nor making people feel girly.

If you want to say that he is a son, Old Tang may believe it.

It's a pity that such a good offspring has to lie in this troubled water.

Old Tang no longer thought nonsense, and still humbly said to "Tuo Nansheng": "Master, after dinner at noon today, there will be a competition in the Tianzi group. This competition is different from the past ten years, so you have to prepare well. ”

When Fang Zhongjin heard this, he was slightly surprised in his heart. He's been here for a few days, and he hasn't heard of any other competitions except for the ten rounds.

But when I asked the old Tang, apart from knowing that this competition was "extraordinary", what was so special about it, he couldn't say a word.

Fang Zhongjin simply didn't ask anymore. Finally, after waiting for noon, after a hurried meal, he followed Old Tang's instructions and found the council building all the way.

The competition of this Tianzi group is not as casual as the second group of Xuanhuang. It doesn't let people concentrate on the school field, like a master's lecture to an apprentice.

Instead, all the five masters of the Tianzi Group were invited into the council building to talk.

When Fang Zhongjin entered the building, he found that this council building was probably the most heavily guarded place in the Shura Dojo.

In addition to a few disciples guarding the gate, when you walk into the building, you can also see that there are some masters guarding each floor. Fang Zhongjin listened carefully to the sound of their breathing, they were all young and successful people.

This made Fang Zhongjin even more puzzled in his heart. Although he didn't have elders who could guide him through the stories of the rivers and lakes, he could be regarded as having traveled a lot of places and seen some sects.

The gangs that Fang Zhongjin encountered when he first left the capital were nothing more than some idlers gathering together to make trouble. Only a few bosses will do some punching and kicking. And those coastal gangs encountered on Elephant Island can probably be regarded as entering the threshold of "rivers and lakes".

The kung fu of these sects is much higher, but they are weaker than the guards in the council building today.

The young guards of this council building are not only not weak in kung fu, but also different in height, shortness, fat and thinness. They each have their own temperament and expression, but most of them have a layer of rebellion. It seems that coming here to be a guard is like being wronged.

Fang Zhongjin walked all the way to the top floor and finally arrived at the lobby. Until they came here, there was no one to guard. I think I was dismissed. When he stepped into the lobby, he saw that the other five had all arrived.

Fang Zhongjin first saw the deer who was silent last night. She wore a soft white jacket and skirt, and actually sat in the second position. I saw that she really didn't dress herself up like in the past, deliberately dressed herself as inconspicuous.

Deer is naturally beautiful and difficult to give up. She didn't do anything elaborately retouched, just showed off her beautiful face, which attracted the eyes of everyone in the house.

She suddenly saw Fang Zhongjin enter the lobby, but her eyes trembled, so she didn't turn her head and pretended not to care. And standing beside her is Brother Yushu, who is dressed up in a particularly flamboyant and eye-catching manner.

This Brother Yushu is wearing a white brocade robe with gold trim today, and he was talking to Lu'er with a smile on his face. He suddenly noticed a slight change in the expression of the deer who didn't pay much attention to her, and followed her gaze to look ahead. But it turned out to be that "Tuo Nan Sheng" walked into the hall.

Brother Yushu's eyes were cold, his nose snorted, and the other party Zhongjin said: "Tuo Nansheng, you are the latest to enter the Tianzi group, but the shelf is the largest." There are so many people waiting for you here!"

With that, he left Lu'er's side and sat down on the main seat of the council hall.

On his left hand was a thin-looking old man. He wore a simple green robe, and did not pay attention to the others, sitting alone in a chair with his eyes closed. I think this person is the old man surnamed Jin.

His subordinate is a Taoist. He looked lewd, with two handfuls of rat beards greasy and dirty, and two small eyes dripping around. Who could it be if it wasn't the Taoist priest surnamed Wu? When he saw Tuo Nansheng, he suddenly laughed "ha", as if he had seen a funny dying man.

Sitting at his hand was a young man. He has an ordinary appearance, but fortunately, he has solid bones. Judging from his appearance, he looks like a big child who has no scheming.

And Brother Yushu sat on the other side of the deer, who looked deserted. Sitting beside the deer looks like a beautiful and delicate woman at first glance.

The man wore a pink dress and a bright red cape. The hairpin ring on her head is complete, and she looks like a woman with a hook bar. What's even more strange is that there are no manly characteristics from him, and even his appearance is soft and white, like a delicate girl who can drip water.

I think this person turned out to be the rabbit master who played the flute. When the rabbit saw "Tuo Nansheng" coming in, he smiled and beckoned to him. He patted the empty chair next to him again, obviously wanting "Tuo Nansheng" to sit beside him.

Fang Zhongjin sat generously on the only empty chair. This time, all the people in the Tianzi group are here.

Brother Yushu snorted coldly, and the look of disdain on his face could not be concealed. Then he sat up straight and said to the people sitting in the hall, "Ladies and gentlemen, this Shura Dojo has been running for many months now. It's been too long, and it's time to put an end to it. Today I want to inform you that this competition will be the last competition of the Tianzi group. ”