Xiao Yazhi received Jiang Shanghua in the house facing the river.

The two were already old acquaintances, and Xiao Yazhi made a pot of fragrant tea. The fragrant tea made Jiang Shanghua feel much relieved.

Then Xiao Yazhi played the pipa and sang a song "Silang Tune".

The song, as clear as a stream, drifted into Jiang Shanghua's ears amidst the sound of the river flowing, making his whole body relax, as if he was lying in the arms of a beautiful woman.

It's a pity that Xiao Yazhi sells her art but not her body. If she is willing to pay a price, even Mr. Guijiang can afford it.

Jiang Shanghua opened his eyes and saw Miss Xiao You holding a pipa with her face half-covered. Any man who would be moved by this woman after seeing her was at the age of Yi Zhihua.

He stood up and walked to Xiao Yazhi's side. At this time, his breathing became rapid, and he suddenly had an impulse to possess Xiao Yazhi.

Xiao Yazhi finished the song and looked up at Jiang Shanghua's half-red face. She didn't know why he was blushing.

Jiang Shanghua suddenly grabbed Xiao Yazhi's tender hand and said, "Tonight, tonight you come back with me."

Xiao Yazhi looked at him in surprise, not expecting that Mr. Jiang, who was always gentle and elegant, would lose his composure.

Jiang Shanghua said: "Miss Xiao, you can marry me."

Xiao Yazhi shook her head, withdrew her hand forcefully, and said, "I haven't considered getting married yet. Young Master, please respect yourself."

Jiang Shanghua stared blankly at Xiao Yazhi's supple neck, as if he could see her green figure. It was right in front of him but he couldn't have it, which made him frustrated.

He restrained his impulse, nodded, and said: "There will be a competition in the Wuhun Hall in a few days, and I have to go back early to prepare."

He walked out of the room frustrated and walked out of the swing building.

But he did not go back to Xiuzhen Temple to practice martial arts. Instead, he rode a fast horse and returned to the small farm in Nancun. This was his home.

A charming woman took off his clothes for him in the farmhouse and began to serve him diligently.

***

Wuhun Hall is at the other end of Nancun, and a martial arts competition will be held at Wuhun Hall in two days.

Therefore, everyone in the Wuhun Hall is busy planning this matter. The martial arts hall is busy setting up the competition venue and the seats for receiving guests.

Anyone who is interested in participating in the competition can sign up with the second boss, Zhao Xiaoli.

The two heads of Wuhun Palace are brother and sister. The elder brother Zhao Kui is as strong as a mountain in the west, and the younger sister Zhao Xiaoli is as gentle as a river in the west.

The Xishan River originates from the mountains in the west of Nan'ao Island, flows through the central part of Nan'ao Island, and passes through the town, dividing Nan'ao Island into two. The north side of the Xishan River, that is, the northern part of Nan'ao Island is the Beizhuang boundary, and the south side is the Nancun area.

Wuhun Hall is the soul of Nancun, and this soul is headed by Zhao Kui and Zhao Xiaoli. Zhao Kui's might and Zhao Xiaoli's delicacy are what Nancun people are most proud of.

Zhao Kui walked to the front of the hall and asked, "Has anyone signed up to participate in the competition?"

Zhao Xiaoli said: "Jiang Shanghua from the small town has already signed up, and there are some unknown people coming to join in the fun. What's strange is that Beizhuang's Grandpa Beggar hasn't signed up yet."

"Well," Zhao Kui said: "If my estimate is correct, the Beggar Clan will sign up sooner or later. It will still be a battle between the three schools of Wuhun Palace, Beggar Clan and Cultivation Guan."

He checked the pre-game arrangements again and was quite satisfied. Although the preparation time for this martial arts competition was relatively hasty, Zhao Xiaoli managed it well.

He remembered a night three days ago...

***

That night, he was practicing martial arts.

The essence of Wuhun Palace is Wuhun Technique. It is said that those who practice Wuhun Technique can eventually become Ji Yang Yuanshen and possess unrivaled Wuhun.

No one in Wuhun Hall has ever successfully practiced Wuhun Technique. Although Wuhun Technique was passed down from his late grandfather, his father also did not succeed in it.

In his generation, he started practicing at the age of three, and now in his twenties, he is still just a minor. This is because martial arts are extremely difficult to practice. Not only do practitioners never get married, but they also cannot practice every day.

Less than three hours.

This made Zhao Kui's grandfather and father get married and have children very late. Strangely, the couple disappeared on Nan'ao Island shortly after they gave birth to their children. The children were raised by the nannies of Wuhun Palace.

These strange rumors did not stop Zhao Kui and Zhao Xiaoli from practicing martial arts. Because the secret book of martial arts clearly states: Those who succeed in practicing will become martial gods in the immortal world. That is, they will become gods!

Such a huge temptation may be the reason why the Zhao family continues to practice martial arts.

Zhao Kui had to stand for three hours every night to practice martial arts. But today, he found that he couldn't calm down and barely practiced for three hours. It was already late at night.

Just after he finished his exercises, he suddenly heard someone behind him say: "Yes, your cultivation is progressing quite smoothly."

It was obviously a stranger's voice.

Zhao Kui turned around suddenly, but saw no one!

He shouted: "Who dares to break into the Wuhun Palace at night?! What are you doing?!"

The voice came from behind again: "I want to inform you of something." The man said it very casually, and his voice seemed to be just a few feet behind him!

Zhao Kui used his backhand to strike out with an opener's palm. The light from his palm illuminated the Wuhun Hall, but there was still no figure.

"Well, you have already practiced long-range attacks. It seems that you are more attentive than Jiang Shanghua." The voice is still behind him!

Zhao Kui couldn't help but feel horrified. He was not a coward, but he had never encountered such a master. He couldn't even catch a shadow.

The voice said: "Don't look for me. I will meet you when the time comes. You need to do one thing now."

Zhao Kui said in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"

"Convene Nan'ao Island to hold a martial arts competition. The winner will receive an elixir." The man said calmly.

Zhao Kui asked: "Elixir? What elixir?"

The man said: "Don't ask too many questions, you are not qualified to know more. I will personally give the elixir to the winner."

Zhao Kui said angrily: "Why should I listen to your arrangements?!"

Suddenly a bright light flashed from behind, and his waist and eye point had been hit. Then, with a light movement on his waist, the man pulled out his martial soul knife and placed it on the back of his neck.

"If you don't do it, I can deal with you first, and then ask Zhao Xiaoli to handle the matter." The man was still very calm, and it seemed that killing someone was normal for him.

At this time, Zhao Kuicai knew that the skills and methods of the visitor were beyond his imagination. He had no choice but to agree to this matter.

So he nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you."

The man returned the Wuhun Knife into its sheath with a bang and said with approval: "Well done. This is the first time we ask you to do something. If you do it well, I will reward you."

After saying that, Zhao Kui felt a movement on his waist and the acupuncture points were unlocked.

When he looked back, the Wuhun Hall was empty, and there was no figure anywhere. If it weren't for the knife marks on his neck, Zhao Kui would have thought he was dreaming.
Chapter completed!