Chapter 18 Arrogance and Domineering
"Guess? Wow, hahaha."
"Anyway, I hope you don't die. Because even if you want to die, you will die in the hands of my Xiao Wuya. After saying that, Xiao Wuya turned away coolly and seemed not to be ready to participate in this secular audition.
The competition schedule of the trial was arranged in advance, and Luohe was divided into Group C. With Luohe's current strength, there is no round enemy in Group C. Usually, as soon as Luohe goes up, that person will be punched down by Luohe after reporting his name. Few people can see how Luohe punched.
After passing four rounds, Luo He directly met Changsun Zhongkang in the quarterfinals. This eldest grandson Zhongkang is such a stinky fart with an invincible face. Dressed in a pure white gown and carrying a sword, he was very elegant. He didn't look like he came to the competition, but came here to compete poetry.
"Hey, little white face, I heard that you have a good literary talent." Before the referee announced the start of the game, Luo He chatted with Changsun Zhongkang from afar. His voice was transmitted through the aura of heaven and earth in his body, and everyone present could hear it clearly.
Changsun Zhongkang smiled indifferently. He did not look at Luohe, but turned his eyes to the high position of Princess Gaoyang next to Li Shimin. Luohe looked at it and saw that the person standing beside Princess Gaoyang was Wuzhao. Although she was still masked, her enchanting posture and independent temperament could come out of the world. How many people?
"There are beautiful women in the north, who are peerless and independent. Look at the city, and then look at the country. Would you rather not know about the city and the country? It's hard to get a beautiful woman!" The poem of Changsun Zhongkang was obviously plagiarized. This poem should have been written by Li Yannian during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, but the people present had obviously never heard of this poem.
"Luo Aiqing, since Zhong Kang has taken the lead in writing a poem, you can also write a poem." Li Shimin is very optimistic about Luohe, and now he wants Luohe to sing a song in front of everyone.
Luo He shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "Well, I'll give a song "Wu Chun" to the little white face of the eldest grandson in front of me."
Wo Chun
Dark plum smelling flowers,
Lying branches hurt the bottom of hate,
I smell it lying like water,
Easy spring green.
The shore is green,
The shore seems to be green,
The shore seems to be green.
At this place, everyone immediately applauded, but then some old academics shook their heads slightly and obviously did not agree. Changsun Zhongkang did not hear any dirty words from the poem, so he saluted Luohe very politely and said, "Thank you very much."
Li Shimin frowned when he heard this. This poem has many flaws. At this time, Luo Xin, who was in the pile of literary ministers, suddenly spewed out the tea in his mouth and laughed loudly. Luo He still smiled. He arched his hand to Li Shimin and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, let my brother answer the meaning of this poem for me."
Everyone turned their eyes to Luo Xin. Luo He wiped his mouth and laughed, "Your Majesty, this is a Tibetan poem. The whole poem should be read like this."
I'm stupid
I have no culture,
I have a low IQ
If you want to ask me who I am,
A big donkey.
I'm a donkey,
I'm a donkey,
I'm a dumb donkey.
As soon as he said this, the whole audience laughed, and the original unrestrained little white face of Changsun Zhongkang also turned into a pig liver color. He snorted angrily and said, "Luohe, but all villains will hurt people with words, and they really have the ability to do it!"
"Hey, that's what I'm waiting for!" At this time, Luohe slowly walked to the field. The eldest grandson Zhongkang shook his body and stood in front of Luohe in the blink of an eye.
"Zhang!" The long sword came out of its sheath and chanted. Changsun Zhongkang held his sword and pointed to Luohe obliquely, "Take out your weapons!"
"Brother's weapons are my hands." Luo He smiled and said, "Come on, let me see how many pounds your little white face is."
When hearing that Luohe had no weapons, many people present thought that Luohe was crazy. Everyone knew that what Changsun Zhongkang held in his hand was the sword of the Changsun family. It was said that iron was cut like mud. Luohe dared to compete with Changsun Zhongkang with both hands alone. Is he really stupid?
"Luo Qing, look, this..."
Li Shimin quickly turned his head and looked at Luo Cheng next to him. Luo He half squinted, shook his head slightly, and said in a very faint voice, "Your Majesty, don't worry. He is free to claim."
"Well, but if it's an emergency, Luo Qing must take action. I don't want to lose such a talent."
"Thank you for your mercy, I know."
In Luohe's words, Li Shimin still seemed to be a little worried, and Princess Gaoyang, who was sitting on his left, was also a little pale. Her dexterous fists were clenched tightly, and she was still a little worried in her nervousness. Wu Zhao, standing behind her, closed her eyes. Her nails had been deeply pierced into the flesh of her palms, and blood penetrated out, and a line of tears slowly slid down her cheeks. No one can feel her mood at this moment. Bitterness, regret, helplessness, and all kinds of negative emotions are like waves hitting her strong but fragile heart.
In the ring.
Luohe and Changsun Zhongkang saluted each other slightly, and then the martial arts officially began.
"Step on the snow and ask Mei!" Long Sun Zhongkang stabbed out with a sword, and Luo He suddenly felt that the temperature around him had dropped by more than ten degrees in an instant, and a cold current came quickly. Seeing that the long sword was about to stab Luohe's throat, everyone outside the venue exclaimed, and Princess Gaoyang in the stands screamed and covered her eyes.
Long Sun Zhongkang's sword was stabbed empty, and what he stabbed was just a shadow. At this moment, the angry shout of Luohe suddenly sounded in front of Changsun Zhongkang on the left: "60 palms of gossip!"
The palm wind roared head-on, and Changsun Zhongkang instantly fell ill with two palms in his chest and then retreated, quickly withdrawing from Luohe's attack range. And Luohe did not open the gossip array at this time. This face was just to detect the depth of the other party.
Luo He pinched his slightly numb right hand with a trace of fanatical fighting spirit on his face: "It's a little interesting. I didn't expect your little white face to be harder than a stone."
"You are not bad. What a fast palm speed. It seems that I have underestimated the enemy. Humph, but the warm-up has passed, let's see!" Changsun Zhongkang took a sword flower and turned into a beam of white light and stabbed directly at Luohe. What Changsun Zhongkang took were all key parts of Luohe, which can be said to be fatal. Changsun Zhongkang has practiced swordsmanship since he was a child. Under the personal guidance of his father's eldest grandson Wuji, he has made remarkable achievements. In addition, the top-talent sword is as if it grows naturally in his hand. His heart is intended and pointed out by the sword, and the sword moves are gorgeous, killing people in a dazzling.
Luohe did not open the eight doors against the sky. In doing so, he not only wanted to keep some cards for himself to kill with one blow, but also hoped to take this opportunity to hone himself. Luo He has a must-kill heart for Changsun Zhongkang, but anyone who wants to touch his woman will never let him go and kill him without mercy! Therefore, Luohe is not 100% sure that he will never kill. Moreover, he has a lot of strength and his eldest grandson Zhongkang and Zhou Xuan.
After only half a cup of tea, Luohe's body was already scarred. However, what made everyone feel a little strange is that instead of showing any fatigue, Luo He's face was filled with a kind of bloodthirsty madness. Just looking at his slightly red eyes is enough to deter many people and stay away from it.
"Hey, little white face, do you want to kill me?" Luo He licked the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the smile on his face looked very evil.
"A stupid and ignorant mortal like you feels dirty when he kills you." Changsun Zhongkang waved his sword and said in a contemptuous tone, "I'm just fighting with you with the initial strength of 'Hewujing'. You absolutely can't fight against me. I advise you to die. That person is definitely not something that can be touched by such a person. Let me tell you, this appointment with you is not my intention, which is the above meaning. The above doesn't want you to get involved in Wu Zhao's life, otherwise you have to die!"
"above? Hey hey, I don't know anything about the top and bottom. I only know that Wu Zhao is my wife. No one can have any delusions about her except me. Luo He clenched his fist and was ready to do it.
"Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!" Changsun Zhongkang suddenly turned into a bunch of fierce sword light and stabbed the Luo River. At the same time, Luohe instantly opened the three doors of "open, rest and live", and his body turned into a shadow in people's eyes and disappeared.
Changsun Zhongkang suddenly lost his goal, and he couldn't see the trace of Luohe with his divine eyes!
"One hundred and twenty-eight palms of gossip!" Luohe's voice swept from all directions. Changsun Zhongkang couldn't see Luohe's body at all. What he saw was the palm prints all over the sky! "Three realms of martial arts" can't form a protective spirit. The eldest grandson Zhongkang, who did not protect his body, was hit directly in mid-air by Luohe and suffered an almost devastating bombardment by Luohe in mid-air.
The audience watching was stunned. Even Cheng Yaojin, who thought he was extraordinary, stared at the big copper bell-like eyes and looked at the flying palm shadow in the field.
"I said, Lao Luo, when did your second brother become so powerful?"
Luo Cheng did not answer, and he still half squinted, as if it was not his son who fought fiercely in the field.
"Youlong Baguazhang." Wu Zhao, who had been silent, finally spit out a few words at this moment. As soon as she opened her mouth, she said the name of Luohe's unique skill.