Wang Er was even more surprised than the two doormen just now.
What's happening here?
Could it be that Young Master has a new hobby of being abused??
Or is it because he has bullied ordinary people and women for a long time that he has a wrong understanding of his own strength???
Wang Er wanted to persuade Wei Changtian not to humiliate himself, but when he thought of the warning in the morning, he held back his words.
Forget it, I guess no one in the Xuanjing Division would really dare to take action. At worst, I can find two guys with superb acting skills to satisfy my son's desire for expression.
…
The martial arts hall is the only place in the Xuanjing Division that has anything to do with "entertainment".
There are a total of eighteen rounds in the hall, and everyone can compete with others in the ring, or resolve personal grudges in the name of "sparring".
But of course you can't seriously injure or kill the opponent.
At this time, there were people fighting back and forth in seventeen of the eighteen arenas, but there was only one person standing on stage A and II, which was a bit awkward.
Although no one wanted to go on stage to fight with this person, there were quite a few people in the audience.
"Why are Mr. Wei here?"
"Who knows, maybe the girls have had enough fun and want to play with men."
"Why doesn't anyone go up and compete with him?"
"Compete with him? Will you risk your life?"
"No way, I think he is just an empty-handed person. Besides, even if he can't beat him, he won't kill him..."
"Did I say you were stupid?"
"Huh? What do you mean, brother? Please give me some advice."
"A person like you will never survive three times in the storyteller's mouth. That's all. Just listen..."
"Ah! So that's it..."
Listening to the whispers in the audience, Wei Changtian's expression on the stage became more and more unnatural.
No matter how thick-skinned he is, it feels uncomfortable to be surrounded by a group of people and look at him like monkeys!
But he has shouted it several times, but no one wants to come on stage.
What can I do?
You can't force people to come up with a knife.
Wei Changtian was anxious on the stage, and Wang Er in the audience was even more anxious. He held a handful of broken silver in his hand and was already preparing to spend money to hire a few "actors" to perform on stage.
However, just when he was looking for a suitable candidate, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and then a man with starry eyebrows and sword-eyed eyes pushed aside the crowd, jumped up, and landed gracefully on the ring.
This man is dressed in a black tiger dragon suit, with a gold-handled dragon-patterned sword on the left side of his waist, and a sapphire pendant on the right side with the word "内" engraved on it.
He stood still, bowed towards Wei Changtian and clasped his fists, his voice neither humble nor overbearing.
"Fan Hong, the internal guard of the Xuanjing Department, has met Mr. Wei!"
Seeing that someone finally came on stage, Wei Changtian was overjoyed at first, but when he saw the pattern embroidered on the man's tiger dragon suit, his face suddenly turned bitter.
Three-clawed dragon, four-striped tiger.
This Fan Hong actually belongs to a hundred households!
Of course, Wei Changtian was not afraid of his official position. Anyway, even the second-in-command of the Xuanjing Division like "Tongzhi" had to give himself some face when he came, let alone such a low-ranking official of the sixth rank.
What he was worried about was Fan Hong's strength.
It is inevitable that the hundreds of households in the inner guard have particularly superior military strength.
I am a new Bronze player, and I am matched with a Platinum player as soon as I get started. Who can withstand this?
Originally, I wanted to do it step by step, but since everyone is already in the ring, I can only bite the bullet and take the beating.
Thinking of this, Wei Changtian no longer hesitated, and he bowed his hands and said politely.
"Master Fan."
"I don't dare to take it seriously. Just call me by my real name, young master."
Fan Hong asked calmly: "I wonder how you want to compete, young master? Is it just a fist and kick competition? Or can you use your internal strength?"
Wei Changtian didn't think much and answered directly: "I don't care about this, you just need to use the same methods to deal with your mortal enemies."
"Wow!"
The audience was instantly in an uproar, and Fan Hong was also a little surprised.
"Sir, I'm afraid there's something wrong with this."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
Wei Changtian waved his hand: "Just don't let me get too seriously injured."
"...I understand, sir, don't worry."
Fan Hong took a deep look at Wei Changtian, and without saying anything else, he lowered the dragon pattern knife and put it aside, then crossed his palms up and down in a hand gesture.
"Sixth grade, Fan Hong, please."
"..."
Wei Changtian took a deep breath, and his expression instantly became serious.
He had not learned any moves, so he had to raise his fists to his chest one after another, assuming the most instinctive fighting posture for humans.
"Seventh grade, Wei Changtian."
The sunlight passed through the window, making the shadows of the two people very long.
Everyone in the audience was a little surprised to see that they actually wanted to fight.
"Fan Baihu is not afraid of power and is truly a role model for our generation!"
"What Mr. Wei just said is quite surprising."
"I think there will be no suspense in this battle."
"What is Mr. Wei's starting point? Why have I never seen it before?"
"Just go to the countryside and watch the villagers fight and you will know..."
"..."
Everyone was talking a lot, but Fan Hong on the stage finally moved after waiting for a while.
He took a step forward and thrust his right palm straight towards Wei Changtian's face. At the same time, he slightly charged up his left foot, waiting for the palm to be deflected before launching a second attack.
In fact, this is a very common trial routine. Regardless of the difference in internal strength, anyone who has practiced martial arts for a year or two should be able to handle it easily.
However, even though Fan Hong had already held back, he still overestimated Wei Changtian's combat effectiveness.
Seeing that the palm mixed with the majestic internal force was close to his eyes, Wei Changtian reacted and prepared to dodge, and his movements were still very slow.
If this posture continues, Fan Hong won't need any follow-up moves. He can knock Wei Changtian to the ground with just one palm.
Everyone present was a martial artist, so they could naturally see this result.
Except for Wang Er, who was already ready to rush to the stage, everyone else had expressions of gloating, waiting to see Wei Changtian's joke.
But at this critical moment, the situation on the field suddenly reversed.
I saw that the palm that was supposed to hit Wei Changtian's face suddenly moved half an inch to one side at an undetectable angle, and passed close to Wei Changtian's ear.
And Fan Hong's left foot, which was gathering momentum, also gave up the attack at the same time, but took a slight step forward, and actually sent his chest directly to Wei Changtian's fist that had not moved at all.
"boom!"
After a small muffled sound, the two people passed each other.
Wei Changtian was still standing dumbfounded, but Fan Hong knelt down on one knee with a look of "pain" on his face.
"Ahem! Keeping the same to cope with all changes...Young Master is a good trick!"
"I lost!"
???
Won?
No, what did I do to win?
Wei Changtian looked back in disbelief at Fan Hong, whose acting was poor, and understood instantly.
Good guy, were you just pretending to be so neither humble nor arrogant about your feelings?!
How can you cope with all changes by staying the same??
Thank you very much for flattering me!
"Hush!"
There were boos in the audience, but Fan Hong ignored it. Just when he was about to come over and say a few more words, he suddenly heard Wei Changtian utter a word coldly.
"roll!"
Fan Hong panicked instantly: "Master Wei, I..."
"I said, get out!"
"..."
Fan Hong's Adam's apple squirmed, but he still didn't dare to speak anymore. He walked down from the ring dejectedly and ran out of the martial arts hall in the blink of an eye. He was obviously afraid of being ridiculed by his colleagues.
"Hahahaha! I laughed!"
"Extremely shameful!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why is Fan Baihu so successful? This is the gap between us!"
"..."
Fan Hong had already run away in despair amid the roar of laughter, but the crowd of onlookers did not disperse. They were all waiting to see how Wei Changtian would end.
In their opinion, this demon king would most likely lose interest and turn around and leave.
However, the development of things was once again beyond everyone's expectations.
Wei Changtian, who was still standing on the ring, was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly:
"From today on, I will compete ten times every day in Jia Er!"
"No matter who you are, what level you are in, or what status you have, you can come on stage and compete!"
"Whoever defeats me will get fifty taels of silver! It's like a meritorious service!"
"I will never take revenge! I will never lie!"
"Wang Er!"
"Mr. Gongzi, I'm here..."
"Go find a wooden sign and put what I just said here!"
"When will I win a hundred games, and when will I stop saying this!"