Heaven rewards diligence; he fought his way through chaos to become a saint.

Chapter 115 Jiangdu

"This child is bewitching; he cannot be allowed to live."

Fang Yelan felt a chill run down her spine, and her gaze towards Ye Ci became more wary.

The most feared thing in the military is mutiny, which is not something that can be changed by one or two warriors.

Although Ye Ci alone does not possess such abilities, Fang Yelan felt it was necessary to nip certain things in the bud.

Zhang Guan's face was extremely ugly, but surprisingly he did not get angry.

It's not that I don't get angry.

Rather, getting angry at someone like Ye Ci is a form of self-humiliation.

Because the difference in status is too great, it's simply not worth it.

In other words, he doesn't deserve it.

This scene seemed somewhat familiar to Xiao Hua, just like when he was here challenging Ye Ci.

Ye Ci waved his hand and dismissed him.

At this moment, he understood.

Because of the difference in status, they really won't fight you.

Then he roared, "Zhang Guan, are you even a martial artist? Accept the challenge like a man!"

Gao Jing: "Don't speak."

He felt that Xiao Hua's roar was not powerful at all, but rather made people laugh.

Zhang Guan seemed not to hear Xiao Hua's words, propped his elbows on his knees, and raised his eyelids slightly: "This Ye Ci has little ability but a big mouth."

He stroked his chin, hissed, and said to Fang Yelan beside him, "What do you think this dog of a lackey is thinking? He says he not only wants to kill me, but also my father. It's one thing if I'm here, but he can't even see my father's face, yet he dares to say such things? What's the point of saying such things other than to provoke me?"

The reason he didn't get angry in public was that he felt that if he did, Ye Ci would get his way.

Unworthy.

They really don't deserve it.

Fang Yelan shook his head and scoffed, "Crazy. He thinks too highly of himself. In fact, he's not even qualified to see the Marquis's groom."

He deliberately raised his voice, intending to belittle him.

At this moment, Ye Ci's lips curled slightly, and he sneered, "You can see it in the Golden Palace."

As soon as he finished speaking, a look of shock suddenly appeared in Gao Jing's eyes.

As a martial arts instructor, he seemed to have realized something.

At this moment, Zhang Guan's expression suddenly turned ugly.

He understood.

The so-called military examination first tested candidates for Xiucai (a lower-level scholar), then for Juren (a higher-level scholar), and then for Gongshi (a higher-level scholar). The top ten were selected by His Majesty as the top three.

The top three are no small matter.

The Great Qian Dynasty governs the world through military force, and Marquis Jianwu will naturally attend the grand gathering.

Therefore, when Ye Ci said these words in public, Zhang Guan's eyes revealed murderous intent.

Anyone can talk big, but to have a plan is to truly rebel.

capital offense.

"Kill them."

He waved his hand, signaling Fang Yelan to make a move, and the latter slowly walked down from the platform.

Xiao Hua roared, "Zhang Guan, are you even a man?!"

Nobody paid any attention to him.

To make it easier to observe, Zhang Guan was positioned very close to the arena, but Fang Yelan deliberately walked very slowly, each step steady and powerful, with a faint golden internal energy gathering in his palms during the process.

Ye Ci stood still, his profile sharp and clean, his eyelashes casting a light shadow as he lowered his eyes, concealing the sharpness in them.

Despite the overwhelming pressure from Fang Yelan, he didn't even raise his eyes, as if the newcomer was beneath his notice.

He only needs a break.

He leaped onto the high platform.

He was given a knife to the head of a dog.

Therefore, everyone else panicked, but he stood calmly.

Without a sound, the blade had already gathered its power.

Just then, Fang Yelan suddenly stopped in his tracks!

His internal energy surged suddenly, causing his robes to flutter wildly, and the surrounding air was compressed, producing a muffled booming sound.

His movements were no longer sluggish; he shot out like an arrow released from a bow, his killing intent soaring to the heavens. His palm, carrying immense power, struck Ye Ci's face directly.

This strike concentrated all of his internal energy.

Swift as lightning, powerful as thunder.

Those present couldn't even see his movements clearly, but felt a suffocating sense of oppression.

Fang Yelan curled his lips into a disdainful smile. With this palm strike, Ye Ci, a martial artist at the Transformation Realm, would surely have his bones and muscles shattered and die on the spot, with absolutely no chance of survival.

next moment.

Ye Ci moved.

but!

Just as Ye Ci was about to move, someone blocked his way.

The figure appeared extremely abruptly.

Swift as a blur.

This obstruction caused Ye Ci's pupils to shrink sharply, and he secretly realized something was wrong.

The opportunity to fight was fleeting, and Fang Yelan had already attacked.

"Bang!"

Before anyone could see what the people were doing, they heard a dull thud.

Fang Yelan's face showed shock, and his energy was like crashing into a mountain.

Not only that, his hand felt as if it had struck the hardest thing in the world, and he was instantly struck back. With a crisp "crack", his arm twisted at an incredible angle.

His body flew backward uncontrollably, his feet creating deep grooves on the ring, but he still couldn't stop the force. His body flew out like a kite with a broken string and crashed off the ring.

Who made this move!

In that instant, Fang Yelan's heart was in turmoil, because he was still at least three zhang away from Ye Ci.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to his feet.

"Who goes there!"

The entire place fell silent. Everyone stared in disbelief at the figure that had suddenly appeared, then at Fang Yelan, who was lying on the ground, seriously injured.

The person stood in the center of the field, surrounded by a gentle yet powerful aura.

The sunlight fell.

Like a divine light emanating from it.

Perhaps it was an illusion—but one could vaguely sense that there was a huge golden Dharma image behind this person.

Zhang Guan suddenly stood up, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief, staring intently at the figure, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Who are you?!"

The newcomer was a bald young man, about thirty years old, dressed in coarse cloth. He clasped his hands together and bowed slightly in Fang Yelan's direction, saying, "Ah—ah—ah—"

"Amitabha," Xiao Hua said.

"Senior Brother Jiang." Ye Ci exclaimed in surprise.

Is this bald head not bald, but that of a monk?

Jiang Du turned his head and gave Xiao Hua a grateful smile.

No one expected that it would be the third senior brother who would make the move. All along, Master Yang's disciples had kept a low profile, and Jiang Du usually taught them martial arts in the inner courtyard.

In addition, this person stutters, and his fellow disciples have always been afraid to talk to him.

Unexpectedly, with a single move, Fang Yelan, who possessed the Dan Jin skill, was sent flying.

"Heal the wound."

Jiang Du ignored his surroundings and spoke to Xiao Hua. After speaking, he looked at Ye Ci with a questioning look in his eyes. Ye Ci shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

He took out a letter from his pocket and shook his head at him earnestly.

"Go—no, don't do it."

Ye Ci understood; it was because Senior Brother Jiang had returned and seen the letter.

In the letter, he said he would try to kill Zhang Guan, and regardless of success or failure, he would go to Shengwu City.

now.

From the other person's expression, Ye Ci could tell that Senior Brother Jiang Du did not want to continue fighting here.

In fact, Ye Ci felt that Senior Brother Jiang had come at the wrong time.

He didn't want to leave.

They wanted to kill Zhang Guan right there.

Sometimes, he felt that he and Master Yang were not on the same path. He could tell from Xiao Hua's case that Master Yang probably preferred juniors who were kind-hearted but also somewhat slick and good at saying nice things.

"Let's go!" Jiang Du said again.

Ye Ci glanced around at the soldiers and the other martial arts masters on the stage, who were filled with fear, and then saw Senior Brother Jiang's serious expression.

He doubted that if he forced himself to act, his senior brother might restrain him first, so he could only say, "Let's take Junior Brother Xiao to get his injuries treated first."

On the high platform.

Zhang Guan slowly raised his right hand.

A silent command!

Where to go?

The soldiers below the platform moved in unison, their swords drawn sharply from their waists, flashing with a cold light.