Zhong Wen didn't know Zhu Cong and Chu Qiuyang.

I heard that these two middle-aged men were jealous for Ning Jie's fight and fought every day, but he didn't have any other thoughts except for complaining in his heart that "old cows eat tender grass".

However, after the competition, a conversation between the two made him have a little good impression of Chu Qiuyang, and at the same time felt that Zhu Cong was a little arrogant and a little annoying.

Hearing Zhu Cong spit out the words "marry Miss Ning" in his mouth, the picture of Ning Jie staying with him for the rest of his life appeared in his mind, and Zhong Wen suddenly had a strong sense of rejection from the depths of his soul.

Without deep thought, he blurted out: "Isn't this Ning Jiening's sister's martial arts competition?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to regret it.

After all, this matter has nothing to do with him.

It's just that this world is different from WeChat and QQ, and there is no option to "withdraw".

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes, including Zhu Cong and Chu Qiuyang, were focused on him.

"Little brother, there is no martial arts competition, it is just a personal contest between Zhu and this Chu brother. Zhu Cong saw that he was young, but he was a new disciple of the Wendao Academy, and patiently explained, "Both of us are admirers of Miss Ning, and I am here to ask her for marriage, Miss Ning can be called the first person in theology of the younger generation, and she must attach great importance to her future husband's theological attainments. ”

How could this young man be so similar to Senior Brother Zhong?

Chu Qiuyang was shocked the moment he saw Zhong Wen, only to feel that this young man looked exactly like his deceased junior brother, and he didn't say a word in his mouth, but he had a lot of thoughts in his heart.

"In this way, it's just the two of you making your own decisions, even if you defeat him, Sister Ning may not marry you?" Zhong Wen said in a rough voice, "Then what's the point of this competition?"

"That's not what I said. Zhu Cong shook his head again and again, "As Zhu said just now, Miss Ning must be very concerned about her future husband's theological attainments, this old brother Chu is the theological leader of the young generation of the 'Lingxiao Holy Land', Zhu can win the battle, and it can make Miss Ning feel good." ”

"I see, it's really better to listen to your words than to read for ten years. Zhong Wen nodded, and said in a daze, "In the past, I once saw Sister Ning from a distance, and at that time I said, 'This woman should only be in the sky, and the Nine Heavens Fairy goes down to the earth', and since then, I don't think about tea, I don't want to eat, I toss and turn, I can't sleep at night, but I don't know how to approach her, it turns out that as long as I show my knowledge in theology, I can make Sister Ning notice me." ”

You're a kid, and you're worthy?

When Zhu Cong heard this, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and almost laughed out loud.

However, the next words he heard were even more shocking to the point that his jaw was about to fall to the ground.

"I'm going to compare with you to see who is more suitable for Sister Ning. Zhong Wen stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhu Cong and said loudly.

"Little, little brother, are you sure you want to compete with me in theology?" Zhu Cong was still worried that he had misheard, and confirmed again and again.

"What, are you afraid?" Zhong Wen said triumphantly, "Your uncle really has some vision, and he can also see my extraordinary?"

Who gave you confidence?

Zhu Cong couldn't cry or laugh, but he felt that most of the young man's brains had some problems: "Then do you want to fight in culture or martial arts?"

"Whatever you compare to him, I will compare with you. Zhong Wen pointed to Chu Qiuyang on the side.

"Okay, then let's go to the fourth floor and pick out a gold-grade ancient spirit technique. Zhu Cong didn't take him seriously, and replied casually, "How about flipping through the time for two moments, and then using this newly learned spiritual skill to compete?"

You've given away your head, what else can I do?

Zhong Wen smiled secretly in his heart, but he said with a serious face: "This is very good." ”

The crowd around was in an uproar, and many people from the Holy Land Gate were talking about it, asking each other which new disciple this white-clothed young man was, who was so ignorant of the heavens and dared to challenge the top theological scholars of the young generation of the Seven Star Pavilion.

"Senior Sister Ran, I think this young man is here with you. A person from the Holy Land Gate asked Ran Sujuan, "Who is he, so reckless, won't he lose the face of our Academy?"

"Senior Brother Qi, he is a guest of honor in the Academy Palace. Ran Sujuan shook her head slightly, and said with a smile, "It's not anyone's disciple." ”

"I heard the sound of the bell just now, could it be that this young man is answering the stone tablet?" This Senior Brother Qi also reacted very quickly, "Being able to enter the school palace by answering questions, and his theological attainments are extraordinary, no wonder he dared to challenge Scholar Zhu, but I don't know how many questions he answered correctly?"

Ran Sujuan stroked her hair and smiled without saying a word.

Zhong Wen and Zhu Cong walked towards the fourth floor one after the other, Chu Qiuyang stared at his back tightly, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything after all.

"In order to facilitate the martial arts of the disciples of the Academy, the Wendao Saint specially sorted out all the gold-grade attacking spiritual skills in this area. Zhu Cong has been in the library building of the Wendao School Palace for many days, and he is already familiar with the road, he pointed to the dozen bookshelves on the fourth floor, and said slowly, "Since the little brother is a person in the palace, he must know that what Zhu said is true, how about we take a random copy of it and confirm each other?"

How did Zhong Wen know if what he said was true or false, but there were many disciples of the Academy Palace behind him who came to see the excitement, and seeing that no one questioned it, he expected that Zhu Cong would not lie in this regard, so he nodded dumbly and said, "You pick first." ”

Since this is the case, then Zhu will throw bricks and lead the way. Zhu Cong saw that the young man was stunned, and he was even more convinced that he was a fledgling reckless person, but he behaved very gracefully.

He came to a row of bookshelves, took out an ancient book casually, and said without looking at it: "Zhu chose this one." ”

Zhong Wen looked at it and saw that the cover of the book read "Blue Wave Palm".

He did the same, came to the edge of the same bookshelf, and took out an ancient book casually: "Then I will choose this one." ”

"Found the 'psychics' book "Kamikaze Legs", is it included? Yes/No. ”

His eyes closed slightly, and a line of small words immediately popped out on the bookshelf panel in his mind, and immediately, a spiritual skill called "Kamikaze Legs" appeared in the "Gold Grade" position on the bookshelf.

After reading it casually, Zhong Wen already knew the content of the entire secret book.

"Little brother, let's limit ourselves to two moments, and each of us will use our theological attainments to study the cheats. Zhu Cong said very kindly, "Then use the spiritual power of the earth wheel level to urge these two spiritual skills to have a fight." ”

Zhong Wen nodded, ignored him, returned directly upstairs, sat on the tea table he had selected earlier, took a sip of tea, stuffed a sip of snacks, and turned over the classics in his hand with his left hand, making a gesture of reading.

"Holy land, why can't you even be reluctant to put seasoning?" Zhong Wen frowned and said, "This pastry is almost fading out of the bird when you eat it in your mouth." ”

Ran Sujuan: "......"

For Zhong Wen, who is about to compete but is still struggling with the taste of pastries, she said she was speechless.

On the contrary, Xiao Lan let out a silver bell-like laugh on the side and said: "The sage attaches great importance to the will training of the disciples of the sect, and stipulates that extravagance must be eliminated in the school palace, and those sweet and greasy pastries are not allowed to be served. ”

"If you have not tested your will, how can you be firm. Zhong Wen shook his head disappreciatively, took another sip of tea, and commented heartlessly, "This tea is quite fragrant." ”

Ran Sujuan couldn't help but ask, "Are you really Xiaojie's admirer?"

"Sister Ning and I are just ordinary friends. Zhong Wen smiled and said, "I just can't get used to the face surnamed Zhu." ”

"You're really ......" Ran Sujuan couldn't help but glance at him, "What if I lose?"

"If you lose, you lose. Zhong Wen laughed and said, "He's a famous scholar, and it's so strange that he won a nobody like me." ”

Ran Sujuan and Xiaolan were speechless for a moment.

Different from the harmonious scene of Zhong Wen's chatting and laughing, Zhu Cong sat at another table, engrossed in flipping through the "Blue Wave Palm" in his hand, his eyes did not blink, as if he wanted to eat the whole book into his stomach, facing Zhong Wen, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, he was actually a serious posture of a lion fighting a rabbit.

"The time has come!" The person in charge of timing was the Senior Brother Qi who was talking to Ran Sujuan.

Zhong Wen, who was originally lazy, suddenly sat up straight, and turned the secret book in his hand hard, and even put on a temporary posture of holding Buddha's feet, and the people around him were even more speechless.

"Little brother, please!" Zhu Cong made a mistake in his steps, and his figure suddenly appeared in the clearing, and he bowed to Zhong Wen.

Zhong Wen wanted to turn two more pages, but Ran Sujuan on the side really couldn't stand it, so she stepped forward and snatched the "Kamikaze Legs" in his hand, and said angrily: "It's started!"

Zhong Wen was robbed of the cheats, so he had to walk slowly to the opposite side of Zhu Cong, and arched his hand casually: "Come on!"

"Be careful!" Zhu Cong thought in his heart that Zhong Wen was a bad person, and he was not annoyed by his rude behavior, and reminded him of a word, and waved out his right hand with a palm, and the palm momentum was layered, like rippling blue waves, in just two moments, he had faintly mastered the essence of the golden spiritual technique "Blue Wave Palm".

Zhong Wen stood in place with a big grin, watching Zhu Cong's endless palm attack, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked it, his leg was as fast as the wind, and he kicked Zhu Cong's right palm aside, and then, without waiting for the other party's reaction, he got up again and kicked Zhu Cong in front of the door, the trick was old and spicy, as if he had been immersed in this spiritual skill for decades.

", it's really a kamikaze leg, I've been practicing this spiritual skill for half a year. One of the Holy Land Gatemen exclaimed, "How do you feel that he is more skilled than me?"

"Shouldn't he have learned this spiritual technique in the first place?" guessed another Holy Land Sect person, "and then pretended to be a new spiritual skill, trying to challenge Scholar Zhu in order to attract people's attention." ”

"It must be so, otherwise he just watched it absentmindedly for a while, how could he cultivate the golden spiritual technique to such a point?" The acquaintances next to him echoed in unison, "It's really shameful that this kid actually cheats!"

At this time, Zhong Wen on the field had completely taken the initiative, his legs were getting faster and faster, and his moves were smart and fast, forcing Zhu Cong to retreat again and again, and the half-baked "Bibo Palm" had no power to fight back, and he was almost forced into the crowd of onlookers.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, Zhong Wen's left leg kicked Zhu Cong's hands away, followed by a sharp kick of his right leg, which was naturally and smoothly connected, and kicked Zhu Cong's chest hard, kicking him out of the air, and retreating more than ten steps before stabilizing his body.

"Damn, this young man actually defeated Scholar Zhu!"

"I'm not mistaken!"

"He doesn't look like he's twenty years old, does he?"

"Is it an old monster who is proficient in the art of rejuvenation?"

"You say, did the bell ring on the mountain just to greet him?"

The surrounding melon-eating crowd was in an uproar.

"Little brother, have you learned this spiritual skill a long time ago?" Zhu Cong didn't expect to be defeated in the hands of a little boy, his mind turned sharply, and he asked loudly.