Chapter 205

palace.

Qunying hall.

The Xia emperor was really moved for this selection.

The day before the end of the rest, the work department had already started to build a challenge arena.

The five challenge arenas are located in your highness Qunying. They are towering and look very solid.

This moment.

Ye Jun appeared on one side of the stairs and his eyes fell on the challenge arena. "Mr. Zhuge, have you seen a challenge arena competition before?"

Zhuge Ming said, "yes, in the past, the northern Qin Dynasty and his party had seen martial arts contests in the challenge arena to recruit relatives. It was a small scene, which was different from today's grand event."

Ye Jun shook his head and said with a smile, "it's all the same. Don't be nervous."

Say.

He got up and went on. After a while, he came to the grandstand.

Straight ahead.

Xia Huang, Pingxi Wang and the prince have taken their seats, followed by Xu Bai, an old man and Han Ling.

Seeing ye Jun coming, Xia Huang raised his hand slightly and said, "sit down!"

Because of the distance, ye Jun bowed and said, "thank you, father."

When you're seated.

Li Bai and Zhuge Ming stood behind him.

Ye Jun looked ahead and suddenly found Zhao Yun among the people participating in the selection of argumentative martial arts below.

He only let Yue Fei participate in the selection of martial arts. Why did Zhao Yun appear here? He should be in Xishan.

At this time.

King Pingxi suddenly said, "boy, the king recommended the silver general to his majesty. How can you hide such an expert in your house?"

Ye Jun: "......"

The king of Pingxi said again, "your boy is really good under the emperor. If your father didn't make an order, he wouldn't come to the selection of martial arts, the king's face wouldn't be given."

Ye Jun looked at King Pingxi and picked his sword eyebrow. He finally understood why Zhao Yun appeared in the palace.

"Uncle nine, in fact, Zilong's strength is average. Even if he participates, he may not be able to be elected."

The king of Pingxi stared at Ye Jun, completely with an expression that I believe you. That night in the king's palace, he saw the strength of Zhao Yun with his own eyes.

It's tough.

Such talents, if placed in the army, will be invincible.

Suddenly.

Below.

On the challenge arena.

Gaode appeared and then announced the rules of selection.

A total of 100 contestants, draw lots to compete, and the winner enters the next round.

Until five people were finally elected.

Five out of 100, this elimination mechanism is very cruel.

Those selected in this way must be the best.

Soon.

The draw is over.

The first round of the game began soon.

Ye Jun sipped his cup of tea and looked down at the competition with interest.

tell the truth.

He has no interest in the martial arts selection.

In his view, including the arms conference of other countries, it is just superfluous.

On the victory of the martial arts conference, you can be sure that the other party's national strength is strong?

It is possible that they will do their best to train those people.

On the failure of the martial arts Congress, does it mean that the national strength is weak?

Gou Zhao, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, deliberately showing weakness, won't this happen?

How can a worthless discussion of martial arts interest people.

King Pingxi glanced at Ye Jun and said solemnly, "jun'er, you don't seem to have any enthusiasm for the selection of martial arts."

Ye Jun nodded, "I feel meaningless."

The king of Pingxi changed his face and said coldly, "how can there be no objection? This military conference is related to whether there will be war in the next year of the state of Xia."

Say.

He paused and continued: "over the years, Qin, Wei and man have been eyeing Xia. If the martial arts conference is defeated, they are bound to start a military attack."

Ye Jun knew King Pingxi's worry and said with a smile, "Uncle nine means that if the martial arts conference wins, they will stop?"

King Pingxi said, "of course."

Ye Jun said, "they won't."

The king of Pingxi frowned and said, "why?"

Ye Jun said slowly, "on the victory of martial arts, it can only serve as a temporary deterrent. As time goes by, it will have no effect."

"In addition, if Xia really wins and takes the lead, Uncle Wang won't worry. The three countries will jointly divide Xia?"

"Things in the world are like chess, and heaven and earth are unpredictable. Therefore, this martial arts conference should be the same as in previous years. Just get a golden mean score."

Speaking of this, he did not go on. King Pingxi was already in deep thought.

A moment of silence.

King Pingxi said, "jun'er, if you say, it doesn't matter whether these countries participate in the discussion of military participation or not."

Ye Jun said, "you'd better participate. At least it's a kind of spiritual sustenance."

The king of Pingxi said again, "this is the only way."

"Experience, all should be an experience!" Ye Jun said in a deep voice.

At this time.

Challenge arena below.

Zhao Yun appeared, dressed in silver armor and white robe, holding a dragon gall bright silver gun, which was majestic.

His opponent is a strong man, about thirty years old, holding a big knife tightly, tall as a tower.

It exudes a vigorous atmosphere and gives people an inexplicable pressure.

Ye Jun said, "Uncle nine, who is this man fighting with Zilong?"

The king of Pingxi took back his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Liu Jingang, who is in Shenwei Hou's house, is said to have seven grades of strength."

Ye Jun nodded gently and said with a light smile, "seven grades of strength, very good appearance."

Talking room.

On the challenge arena.

Liu Jingang rushed forward, waved his big knife and cut down at Zhao Yun angrily.

This knife can cut mountains and break rocks. It has infinite power.

But it was under such a powerful attack that Zhao Yun was as stable as a rock. The eight winds did not move. He still looked at Liu Jingang quietly.

See.

Zhuge Ming whispered, "prince, Zilong, this is......"

Ye Jun said, "there is a kind of silence called domineering. Just look at it quietly."

Shua.

The broadsword breaks the wind and cuts off the head.

Clang.

A little cold light came first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.

Zhao Yun walked forward with both feet, the silver gun rotated like the wind, and directly picked out Liu Jingang's big knife.

next.

A long gun pointed directly at Liu Jingang's eyebrows.

The gun was half an inch, and the blood slipped.

"You lost!"

Liu Jingang looked at Zhao Yun with a pale face. The shot just now was too fast, which made him elusive.

"Yes!"

Liu Jingang bowed his fist, picked up the ground broadsword and walked towards the bottom of the challenge arena.

Seven level master, defeat with one shot.

Zhuge Ming looked at Zhao Yun on the challenge arena. His pupils narrowed and whispered in his heart that he was stronger than before.

Yue Fei competed with Zhao Yun in Xiaoyao palace that day. At that time, Zhao Yun was not so strong.

Ye Jun suddenly said, "Mr. Zhuge, what do you think of Zilong's marksmanship?"

Zhuge Ming was stunned. "The gun is like a startling Hong, superb."

Ye Jun added, "it seems that Mr. Zhuge likes Zilong's shooting very much. In that case, after returning to the west mountain, let Zilong practice with you every day."

Zhuge Ming's figure trembled slightly. If he practiced with Zhao Yun every day, he could not use force. Sooner or later, he would be killed alive.

"My Lord, I can't tie a chicken. I'm afraid..."

Ye Jun waved his hand and said with a smile, "there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. I like generalists. Mr. Zhuge has such potential. I am optimistic about you!"

"I want to go home..."