"He is indeed Mr. Duanmu's disciple. I wonder how his master is doing..."

"Haha, Mr. Song still misses Mr. Duanmu, right?"

"Ahem, cough, cough, I'm just casually concerned."

"What's there to hide? You're not the only one who admires Mr. Duanmu!"

…………

Just when a group of people were teasing each other with their spiritual thoughts, a man with arrogant will intervened.

"Hmph, come on Humeiluo!"

The lively discussion came to an abrupt end. Everyone looked at the middle-aged woman with a gloomy face and silently closed their mouths.

On the other side, Zhao Yinshun felt a scorching gaze. Looking back, he saw Lu Zhuo standing among a group of foreigners, staring at him with burning eyes.

His eyes did not stay on Lu Zhuo for long, and Zhao Yinshun's attention was involuntarily attracted to the person next to him.

Among the Hu people with an average height of about two meters, his tall body of nearly three meters is like a hill, which makes him stand out from the crowd.

The exposed muscles are knotted and finely rolled, as if they were cast from molten iron. You can feel a brutal force coming towards your face just by looking at it.

Sensing Zhao Yinshun's gaze, the man turned around. The blue-black stubble on his resolute Chinese face was like a steel needle. Combined with his calm eyes, it gave people a heavy sense of oppression.

There was no show of kindness or threat. The man just looked at Zhao Yinshun calmly for a few seconds, and then silently looked away.

Beside him, a relatively thin Monk Hu noticed the interaction between the two and glanced back and forth at the young man with interest.

Sangbozanchi couldn't help but laugh when he thought that those ignorant extraordinary people among the people actually gave him the title of "Future Martial Saint".

Isn't this putting him on the fire?

Then, he turned his eyes to the figure on the ninth level of the jade steps, and pursed his lips with a half-smile.

Is this anomaly... a hero who strives to save the world, or a rebel who rebels against the king? [Emperor] How should you face him?

Is it taking advantage?

Or suppression?

Or nip it in the bud?!

But when he thought of Emperor Damin bestowing the title [Wu Anjun] on Zhao Yinshun, Sangbo Zanqi shook his head with regret.

Even though he saw the threat, he still used his strength to guide the situation... [The Emperor]'s magnanimity and courage are still far beyond ordinary people!

However, it may also be because he is still too immature. The third level... is still far away from the real threat to the eighth level!

Just as Sangbo Zanqi's thoughts were flowing, the ministers in the court had already completed the process, and everyone's eyes were focused on today's two protagonists.

"The Crouching Tiger Arhat·Desong Mithuo."

"I'm here."

"Wu'anjun·Zhao Yinshun."

"I'm here."

"The ancestors are in line, and the prosperity is prosperous. I am filial to the emperor, respect the virtues and uphold them. I use my light to great heroes, and I am transformed into a sage..."

The rambling nonsense lasted for a few minutes. Zhao Yinshun kept clasping his fists and bowing, rolling his eyes in his heart.

"In compliance with the old system of the Great Ancestor and the legacy of the Xiu Shi Zong, I order you to perform martial arts in front of the emperor and offer sacrifices to heaven and earth. Bless our land of China with abundant grains and abundant domestic animals..."

However, as the memorial text was read out, Zhao Yinshun suddenly sensed a mysterious fluctuation disrupting his luck, and his pupils could not help but shrink slightly.

I used to think that choosing the day of the winter solstice to worship heaven and perform martial arts was just an excuse, but now it seems that it is not just a simple delay, but it has a certain symbolic meaning.

With a thought in his mind, Zhao Yinshun subconsciously looked at the burly man standing side by side with him, and not surprisingly saw a pair of determined eyes full of fighting intent.

Huh~

The next second, the two of them appeared in the white marble square outside the main hall. The empty space began to stretch infinitely, and eventually turned into boundless independent time and space.

Standing on a battlefield that was very similar to the Conferred God Platform, Zhao Yinshun looked at his burly opponent a hundred meters away, subconsciously rubbing his chin, and a trace of envy flashed in his eyes.

"Tokusatsu Mizuo...brother?"

"The young monk has met Mr. Wu An."

Under the watchful eyes of the civil and military officials of the court, Tokusatsu Mizuo bowed respectfully with his hands together, his attitude neither humble nor arrogant.

"I have a question to ask."

"Wu An, please speak."

"How did you grow that beard? Do you have any special skills?"

Stroking his smooth and delicate white chin, Zhao Yinshun asked unwillingly.

"…………"

After deducing countless possibilities, but never imagining such a tricky problem, Tokusatsu Mizo subconsciously touched the beard that pricked his hand like a steel needle, and was choked for a moment.

Does this require skills?

It popped out after not shaving for a day!

However, seeing Zhao Yinshun's delicate and tender face, De Songmi Zhuo suddenly realized that the enemy opposite him who brought him heavy psychological pressure was actually under 16 years old!

Thinking again that he was almost thirty years old, a sense of shame suddenly arose in his heart.

Although as they grow older, the teenage gap will dilute over hundreds of years of life, but at this point in time, they should be considered two people of different generations!

However, he, the "elder", is challenging the "juniors" as a subordinate challenger. This act alone is already considered a shame.

Thanks to the book friend [Confrontation with Mania] for the reward.

Finally, some of the foreshadowing in the introduction has been thrown out. From now on, the protagonist will have to be a master who "doesn't know martial arts" (laughs)~

Now I can finally say it out loud: there is a reason why there is no ninth level in martial arts. It involves its own core concept, and it is not a simple white text setting that is just for the protagonist to show off as many people have complained about before.

In addition, I saw some classic speeches today. When I have time, I will definitely read the whole [Trainee Quotes], which is full of black humor.

I don’t know how many brothers still remember the jokes about “not short of money” and “I’ll wait for you” in the previous book, but they are still fresh in my mind now that I think about them.
Chapter completed!