Cui Wanjun kept his word.

Chen Yanjun turned around again and asked Yourong and Qiu Zhuo.

"Yourong, Qiuzao... what do you think?"

Facing Grandpa's majesty, Madam already acted like a little daughter-in-law on such occasions, and only whispered:

"It's all up to the young master to decide."

Qiuzao always looks cold.

"You have carried our whole family to this point by yourself, how can we look at it?"

Qingchuan reminded in a low voice:

"To put it nicely, a son-in-law will always be a son-in-law. Brother Chen, you can't do anything wrong!"

After obtaining the opinions of the three people, Chen Yanjun made up his mind and took the step forward.

"If Master Jianzheng ensures that he will not cheat in any form, I agree to a fight."

Cui Wanjun remained calm and his eyes were as solid as ice.

"Okay, I'm afraid of young people with boxing. I appreciate Mr. Chen's toughness!"

It is appreciation that is why I want to win this piece of raw jade to my house and cultivate it properly.

This time, it is no longer a sword competition, but a more basic fist and kick competition.

This is Chen Yanjun’s traditional advantage project.

The competition begins.

He and Master Jianzheng stood at opposite corners.

The crowd was no longer nervous, but was imagining the scene of Chen Yanjun entering his father-in-law Cui's house.

The faces of the men in the clan were heavy and mostly displeased.

The female students, on the other hand, were imagining: Even if Chen Yanjun was a handsome husband, seeing him every day would make people feel happy and add a touch of brightness to the strict Cui Mansion.

This time.

Neither side of the contest was in a hurry to attack.

For some reason, Chen Yanjun felt a little uneasy, especially when he thought of Murong Ye's story...

His father also lost to Lord Jian Zheng in a game of chess.

You know, Murong Yuan is the number one chess player in the Imperial College of Chess today. Master Jian Zheng has been studying weapons all year round and is not good at chess. How did he win?

What should I do if Master Jianzheng cheats secretly and he can't produce any evidence?

At the moment when Chen Yanjun was distracted!

Cui Wanjun's eyes moved, like thousands of arrows being fired.

He claimed that his spiritual veins had no spiritual power, but his momentum was like an overturned mountain, collapsing down and pressing on top of Chen Yanjun's head.

Chen Yanjun secretly thought something was wrong.

As expected, this old man has no martial virtues. Although this aura has no spiritual power and comes from the body spontaneously, it makes people feel like they are standing on pins and needles even though they are two feet apart.

However, at this moment!

A black shadow floated down from the beam, and a light hand landed on Cui Wanjun's right shoulder, instantly neutralizing the momentum.

A clear female voice mixed with the aroma of bad wine, lingering around.
Chapter completed!