Everyone was stunned on the spot. They were pinned down by this exaggerated scene and forgot to move.

Like a thunder on the ground, it exploded with a bang.

The thunder was not very loud, but it echoed on the beams in the front hall or on some people's faces.

This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

The previous breath.

People who don't know Chen Yanjun's strength are all guessing how Mr. Zhang will use his strength to slowly humiliate the opponent, instead of tearing his face and seriously injuring the mortal.

People who know part of Chen Yanjun's strength are guessing how he can use his body skills to hold on in front of the cultivators and fight for a long time to find a good opportunity.

Zhang Wei himself was thinking about how to restrain his spiritual power so as not to kill someone by mistake or damage the tables, chairs and six boxes of betrothal gifts in the hall.

Now, he was lying on the ground, his limbs twitching, foaming at the mouth, thinking about this problem...

It's like a cold wind blowing across the glacier.

The air in the front hall was solid.

Before that, Chen Yanjun was meticulous and carefully stuffed the deed into his arms, as if he was a scholar who was afraid of being beaten to death.

However, he turned around and punched Mr. Zhang on his belly as big as a whale...

Suddenly, no one even saw Chen Yanjun's punch movements clearly.

The sound of the punch was not loud, but it sent a ripple on his stomach.

This punch looked like a sneak attack, but it was actually done very casually, smoothly and in one go.

Even Zhang Wei himself didn't see the punch clearly.

It wasn't that he couldn't avoid it, he just felt that as a ninth-grade Confucian master, he could let a mortal punch first, and then have the pleasure of backhand humiliating him.

After being punched, he didn't feel much pain.

Just when he was about to raise his hand to fight back, he realized that his whole right arm was shaking...

Immediately afterwards, his internal organs were like an overturned jar of vinegar, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Immediately, his mind buzzed, he foamed at the mouth, his limbs twitched, and he fell to the ground.

The whole place was silent, and the crisp sound of fists and the sound of falling to the ground echoed on the beam.

"Weier!"

Zhang's mother was so frightened that she couldn't believe the facts in front of her. She was stunned for a long time and then rushed over.

As a result, this pounce made a huge noise and caused secondary damage to Mr. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang had a straight face and shouted sternly:

"Why are you nervous? It's just a convulsion!"

Immediately, he threw an ocher elixir and asked Mother Zhang to feed it to her grandson.

The old lady's face was as dark as ink, and she stared at Chen Yanjun, looking up and down.

As a sixth-grade Zen master, she was vaguely aware that this young man was in a good mood, but she didn't understand why his physical skills were so powerful.

Could it be said that Mrs. Cui discovered a piece of rough jade a long time ago and then offered it to her?

Chen Yanjun also looked at Mr. Zhang from the side. After making sure that he was fine, he politely clasped his fists and said:

"Concession."

This punch disrupted all the Zhang family's plans. It was not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

Chen Yanjun admitted that this punch was part of a sneak attack.

The other party was indeed careless and did not dodge.

A sudden blow!

Of course, Chen Yanjun felt that even if he really got into a fight, with Mr. Zhang's size, there was no need to count on his physical skills, and he would be able to hit him accurately every time.

Confucianism requires chanting and reciting Confucian words to transform Qi into pure Qi. Even a ninth-grade Confucian master’s chanting and Qi-transforming speed cannot keep up with his peak body skills.

This is the same as low-level magic being less powerful than a pistol.

Chen Yanjun decides the outcome with one punch.

It not only did not seriously injure Mr. Zhang, but also left him unable to get up again, and it also left some face for the Zhang family: "I was careless and did not dodge when the other mortals attacked me in a sneak attack."

At this moment, Mrs. Cui, Xiao Yue and Qiu Zhuo all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and remained silent.

Butler Lei stood up straight, showing the tall and straight momentum of a green pine. He regained his face after a battle: It's not that I am old, it's Mr. Chen who has entered a rare state of transformation with his fists and feet. He is also good at sneak attack tactics. Normal ninth-level people are no match for him.

It doesn't matter that I'm old.

The most shocking person in the audience was undoubtedly Huo Longwei, a fifth-grade warrior standing behind the princess.

In his opinion, Chen Yanjun's punches were just the most basic physical skills of the imperial army, but they had such extraordinary power that he didn't discover it in advance...

There is only one possibility for a mortal to reach this level of strength——

This child has entered the third realm of Qi nourishment ahead of schedule!

Now he was sure that Mr. Chen was the one who caused internal injuries to the old locust tree in the backyard.

If the punch just now had exerted all the force used to hit the locust tree, Mr. Zhang would have been seriously injured.

Taking the seat, Li Chan was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses and clapped her hands.

"A person should not be judged by his appearance... Very good, very good. Mrs. Cui, you are really discerning!"

She clapped her hands, but her pretty and picturesque face felt like she was about to cry.

Such a rough jade was unexpectedly caught first and became her elder, asking her how to remarry into the Cui family...

"It's not over yet!"

Zhang Wei got up after recovering from his injuries. The bruise on his face was unclear whether it was an aftershock or trembling with anger.

"I respect you as a mortal, but you suddenly attacked me without using your spiritual energy. I can still fight. You can't be considered a loser now. Keep going!"

Before Chen Yanjun could refuse, he was shouted back by Mrs. Zhang:

"Nonsense!"

"You are a Confucian scholar, not a martial artist. You were attacked and knocked down because of your kindness, so you won him back with poetry and continued to fight. If you won, others would say that you bullied the weak and oppressed ordinary people. You are not worthy of your skills."

As a sixth-grade Zen master, Mrs. Zhang naturally saw that Chen Yanjun's punch just now was extremely powerful. Zhang Wei was not good at physical skills. Using Confucianism to fight against the enemy with all his strength would not necessarily gain him any advantage, but would only cause him to lose face.

The primary purpose of the Zhang family's marriage proposal was not to marry Du Qiuzhao, but to try to make the princess or the Cui family appear biased and lose their balance.

Sneak attacks are inherently difficult to achieve, and are already considered a stain on the Cui family.

If more stains are discovered later, it will be easy to overthrow the Cui family and break through the weapons prison.

Thinking like this, Mrs. Zhang continued:

"Mr. Chen has some wild fighting skills, which is an eye-opener for me. Keep fighting. It's not honorable for a dog grandson to win against a mortal with the power of the ninth grade. These betrothal gifts are nothing valuable. Since you have been coveting them for a long time, take them.

Bar."

"The Immortal Tang Dynasty respected Confucianism, and poetry could not be attacked by surprise."

Chen Yanjun was stunned, he didn't expect this old woman to be a talkative king.

But he is not stupid and will not be provoked by others.

"Chen has already won the next game, and the rule is that Mr. Zhang must win both civilly and militaryly. Why should I compete in poetry?"

"you--"

Zhang Weigang was stopped by his grandmother, and then Chen Yanjun came out like this. He was so angry that he couldn't let it out.

However, the more Chen Yanjun behaved like this, the more firmly Zhang Jia believed that his poetic talent was average.

Poetry is difficult to achieve quickly, not to mention that the Zhang family has arranged multiple backup plans to ensure that it is worry-free.

"If you don't compare poetry, I should think carefully about why a mortal can defeat a cultivator with one punch? Is it because of the use of evil magic, or the hidden weapon assistance of the Cui family's weapons supervisor..."

There was a hint of threat in Mrs. Zhang's tone.

Chen Yanjun's expression remained normal and he refused sternly.

"With Huo Longwei present, he can naturally prove Chen's innocence. If there is no comparison, there is no comparison."

Subtext: You have to pay more!

However, before the Zhang family could get angry, Li Chan spoke loudly——

"I said than!"

Speaking of which, Li Chan got angry when she looked at the Zhang family. Since Qiuzao was out of danger, it was better to see how the Zhang family would end.

Before the competition, I listened to Chen Yanjun's words, and it seemed that he was very confident in his poetic talent, and perhaps he had a rare talent in poetry.

Isn’t this scene getting lively?

"I also want to see Mr. Chen's poetic talent. Regardless of whether he wins or loses, if he is good, I will reward him."
To be continued...