Piao Tianwen      God changed his face again. Yesterday was sunny and cloudy today. With the biting cold wind, the cold air in the morning was a little colder. Such a weather was full of miserable and sadness, as if it indicates the fate of some people today.

The snow in the square is still there, and the melting snow water has already formed into thin ice. Walking on the snow, it makes a crisp "crunch" sound. If you are not careful, you may slip.

Ximen Daguanren was obviously not affected by the weather and looked very good.

But on such a cold morning, this guy was dressed like a floating young man, wearing a tassel hat, white velvets, and shaking a gold-patterned folding fan in his hand.

Not to mention, this guy's outfit was fluttering in the cold wind, which added a bit of chic and unfathomable taste to him.

At this time, he faced the cold wind, smiling, holding one hand behind him, and gently shaking the folding fan with the other hand, standing on the rocky platform in a relaxed and comfortable manner, looking at the soldiers who were gathered around in groups of three to watch the fun.

Today, Ximen Daguan did not wear a majestic military uniform or a Xuanwu sword. Instead, he looked like a young man with a floating romance. However, he deliberately created the image of a weak man. At that time, he would definitely leave a deeper impression on the soldiers.

When the soldiers saw the look of Ximen Daguan Ren, they were really impressed by the thunder. They all wailed from the bottom of their hearts: I have so little clothes in such cold weather, and even a fan of them. This guy's brain must have been frozen. Otherwise, there would be no such pretentious person. I'm afraid that if I go up, I will beat this girl to an idiot. If I lose, I should also sign up...

As more and more onlookers were watching, there was even more noisy discussion.

Ma Ping, Lai Changrong, Qin Ren, Yang Zekai and Wu Jiansheng, who had been here a long time ago, stood on both sides of the stage, both fully armed, with a tense face, and stared at everyone without saying a word.

The great official Ximen always had a smile on his face. Finally, when he saw two groups of people around him walking towards him, the smile on his face became stronger.

Last night, Wu Jiansheng explained one by one, Master Ximen had a general understanding of the forty-seven challengers.

One thing surprised him. He thought that the candidates for the registration were all from two gangs of gangsters led by Liao Daoyan and Pang Guang, but the last two challengers on the registration list were from the recruits who were less than a thousand people who remained neutral in the military camp and were relatively honest.

At this time, seeing the two bosses rushing in, Ximen Daren couldn't help but sweep his eyes at the group of soldiers huddled behind the onlookers. Seeing them all excited, they seemed to be waiting for the good show to happen. For a moment, it was difficult to find the traces of the two applicants.

Soon, as the onlookers automatically dodged, two groups of people had arrived in front of the stage.

西门大官人眼睛扫视了他们一圈,啪地合起折扇,点了点两拨人,笑眯眯道:“本官没想到有这么多不服者,看来,本官得打起精神,可别上任第一天便丢了乌纱帽……”这厮呵呵笑了两声,话锋一转,一脸认真地“挑衅”这些个挑战者道:“本官要提醒你们一句,拳脚无眼!你们也看到了,本官今儿一身轻松打扮,就是为了更好地施展拳脚……咳,废话不多说了,只要你们做好了挨揍的准备,现在就可以上台挑战本官.”

Preparation for being beaten?!

The gangsters below were immediately stimulated and were ready to jump onto the stage and beat the shameless little boy so that his mother didn't recognize him.

But the two bosses were not stupid people. They secretly speculated whether the new commander was designing a trap. After they jumped out on their own, they suddenly changed their faces to deal with them. Therefore, they were unwilling to be the leader of the "Boss of the Imperial Army and Guards" and the temptation to become the "Boss of the Imperial Army and Guards" was too great. Even if it was a trap, they wanted to try it.

Now, they are all waiting, waiting for the other party to act first.

The two seemed to have put all their energy into it, both of them looking calm and composed, just waiting for each other to calm down.

Both of the two elders were like the old monks who were in meditation and refused to be the first to be the first to be the first to be, but their brothers did not think so much, so they did not care about the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be the first to be

In this way, no matter how quarrels are, no one is the first to jump out. It seems that a fool appears, and he will come up first to explore the path of this handsome guy.

Seeing this scene, Ximen Master was of course guessing their concerns. He didn't have time to wait. He immediately laughed and said sarcastically: "Why, do you have the courage to sign up, but don't have the courage to go to the stage?"

Liao Daoyan and Pang Guanglie looked at each other and saw the firmness in each other's eyes: I won't send someone to come first, don't dream!

The eyes of Ximen Master slowly swept across the two groups of challengers, suddenly raised the smile on his face, and said in a deep voice: "If no one comes on stage again, it will be considered that you will give up the challenge. Now I will give you another stick of incense... Wu Qianshi, time!"

As if Wu Jiansheng was ready, he quickly took out a copper pot from his long sleeves and placed it in front of the table, opening the small hole plug at the bottom.

As the water flowed from the orifice, the water level of the copper pot dropped, slowly approaching for a quarter of an hour. Liao Daoyan and Pang Guanglie looked at each other again, and both saw the anxiety in each other's eyes: You're fucking up...

At this moment, a loud voice came from behind, and the "Erlanzi" finally appeared, "Since no one came on stage, let us brothers come first!"

The two bosses and the challengers turned around and looked at "Erlanzi" with curiosity and gratitude. They saw the two soldiers coming side by side with calm expressions. They didn't know each other, but Ximen Daren knew that these two brothers who were ordinary in appearance and would never attract attention were the last two challengers who signed up for it. Their names were easy to remember. The brother was called Zhang Xuezuo and the younger brother was called Zhang Xueyou.

They were wearing military uniforms, but they were empty-handed and did not carry weapons on them.

When they arrived at the stage, the two of them did not act properly, and they all slid and went to a stone platform for one meter. Seeing their clean and neat skills, they must have learned kung fu, which immediately attracted a lot of cheers.

The two brothers' faces were still as calm as water. Ximen Daguanren looked at the two of them with interest, and felt a little appreciation for their performance.

"Master Ximen, my brother is overestimating his abilities. I want to ask you a few tricks. I wonder if there are any rules? How to judge the outcome?" Zhang Xuezuo, the brother standing in front, held his fists with his hands and bowed to Master Ximen, saying that he was neither arrogant nor humble.

Ximending smiled and shook his head and said, "You can only take action, just win by defeating me as long as you defeat me."

Zhang Xuezuo hesitated for a moment, then clasped his fists again and said, "Mr. Ximen, it's not to be hiding. We brothers have been practicing the mountain-sliding palm under the school of Mr. Meng Feimeng, Zhongyi Hall in Henan since childhood. This year, the master felt that our martial arts skills had achieved a small success, so he allowed us to go to the master... Cough cough, the mountain-sliding palm is fierce and domineering, and the palm power is easy to be unstoppable. If we brothers do not know the severity and injure the adults, we don't know..."

Ximending and Mr. Meng were seen in Zhu Weiru's finals for choosing a son-in-law. He had heard of him in the past. He was powerful and powerful across the country with his one hand. He was eager to be righteous and liked to recruit disciples. The power of Zhongyitang was almost comparable to Shaolin Temple in Henan. Because he was 80 years old and still traveled around the world, he was very respected by people in the world. When he mentioned him, he always praised him: Mr. Meng, a good person, is much better than Abbot Zhiku who shrank in Shaolin Temple to recite scriptures.

The official Ximen did not expect that there were disciples from Zhongyitang among the new recruits. At this time, although he was humble, he was full of confidence and open-minded. He couldn't help but nod in secret, and he felt more and more appreciative in his heart.

Ximending smiled slightly and said, "Haha, if you can injure or even kill me, you will not be responsible. And the position of the imperial commander is as follows."

As soon as this said, a noise suddenly sounded among the two groups of people below: Damn, these two kids are actually Lao Meng's apprentices. If they take action, this pretender will be disabled if he is not photographed to death. In this case, wouldn't we have no chance?

However, the two bosses, Liao Daoyan and Pang Guanglei, remained silent and looked quietly on the stage.

Ximending glanced coldly, turned his head, and looked at the two brothers Zhang Xuezuo and Zhang Xueyou with a smile and said, "Who are you going first, or go together?"

Zhang Xueyou, who was a little taller, stepped forward from behind his brother and said, "I'll do it first..." As he said, he didn't say nonsense, he stepped on his legs and squatted his crotch, followed by a stroke of his palms, standing in front and back on his chest, "Please give me a call from Lord Ximen."

Ximen Daguan has always liked to use static to control his movements and to control others. He has no choice but to give him a trick.

Of course, Ximen Daguanren was not going to slap them in the face. After turning his hand, he inserted the folding fan into the collar, he stretched out his hand and lifted the hem of Luo Fu and tucked it under his waist, waved his hand and stretched it in the air in front of him, and his other hand was still behind him, posing with a giant bull-pinch pose, with a focused expression: "Please!"

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ps: The new January has almost made a good start, and finally caught up...
Chapter completed!