Chapter 28 Royal Guard

Ling Tianhong found that the young master of the Fu family was extremely able to say that before the martial arts competition began in the morning, he kept chattering around him;

Although such an apprentice is a little unclear, he is not lonely.

There is a sea of people on the martial arts arena. The audience has already been full, and the bottom is also full. Only the chairman in the middle is vacant.

Someone in the crowd said, "I heard that the emperor sent people to the prison in this competition, and the first few people who won the competition may be selected into the palace to become the imperial bodyguards."

"Really? Then you must give full play to your performance. As a royal bodyguard, you can not only shine, but also see the emperor's dragon face working for the country.

"Well, you must play well. The imperial bodyguard will be majestic when you listen to it."

Ling Tianhong listened to the gossip of others and couldn't help raising his mouth and smiling.

"Master, have you ever seen the imperial guard? What kind of martial arts are good, tall and powerful...?" Fu Haoxuan watched his father take the position next to the chairman. Every year, his father sits in the chairman position. Only because this year, the emperor sent people to the supervisor to select talents, the chairman's position was left to the supervisors.

"It's not necessarily tall and powerful, but they are all good at martial arts, and their appearance should be a little correct." Ling Tianhong looked at it and said, "Let's go!"

Fu Haoxuan asked puzzledly, "Where are you going? This martial arts competition is about to begin. Master, don't you watch it?

Ling Tianhong waved his head and motioned him to follow.

Fu Haoxuan looked at the vacant prison position in the middle and couldn't help complaining: "Is the person in this palace such a big name? Everyone else has arrived, but the former bodyguard hasn't arrived yet.

Ling Tianhong listened to his complaint and smiled and walked to the chairman's position. He took out the imperial guard sign and sat down on the chairman's seat. Suddenly, Fu Haoxuan and other personnel were dumbfounded. It turned out that the imperial bodyguard was so handsome.

Fu Haoxuan, who followed him: "Master, you... You..."

Fu Shaoqing stood up and hugged Ling Tianhong and said, "I have met the bodyguard."

"Sit down! The martial arts competition can begin. Ling Tianhong nodded to Fu Shaoqing. He has secretly visited Fu Shaoqing's character, and he is still a past official. Although he is Wu Kui's student, he has never been with him.

The martial arts competition has begun.

When Fu Shaoqing saw his son calling the bodyguard as the master, he thought that his son's master was the former bodyguard. This was a great happy event. When his son was handed over to the bodyguard, he was relieved.

Fu Haoxuan stood beside Ling Tianhong and straightened his waist. Now he is the apprentice of the imperial bodyguard, and it is not far from him to become the imperial bodyguard. If he becomes the imperial bodyguard, Xiao Lan will definitely look at him differently and think that he will be happy.

The women who originally came to watch the martial arts competition all fell on Ling Tianhong's face. Such a handsome man is really rare, and he is also the chief bodyguard of the imperial court. Naturally, people like to worship for the emperor.

At this time, Zhou Yuan, the investment organizer sitting next to him, looked at Ling Tianhong, but he was thinking about it. Such a handsome man is really rare. It would be nice to become his son-in-law.

Ling Tianhong heard that there are more people in this year's martial arts competition than in his later years, because everyone knows that there will be a selection of bodyguards this year.

The first few pairs have nothing to see. Ordinary masters will choose to watch first, find out the opponent's tricks, and then go to the stage to compete; so Ling Tianhong doesn't care much about the previous pairs, and at the same time, they can't meet the standard of the bodyguard.

Ling Tianhong looked at the crowd below with sharp eyes and found that several people gave him a good feeling. I don't know how martial arts are.

"Master, these martial arts are just so-so. There's nothing to see. It's not as good as me!" Fu Haoxuan bent down and attached to Ling Tianhong's ear and said, "The man in white on the left below is good at martial arts. I saw him at the last martial arts competition."

"Hmm! Let's take a look first. Ling Tianhong's eyes fell on the white man mentioned by Fu Haoxuan.

This man has a white robe, his facial features are correct and deep, his thin lips are tight, his hands are holding his arms, and his eyes are indifferently looking at the martial arts competition on the stage.

Looking at his eyes, you can see that he is a restrained and steady person. If he is good at martial arts, he is an excellent candidate for a bodyguard; Ling Tianhong withdrew his eyes from him and looked at the two people on the stage.

"Master, look at the one in purple on the right. That's Nangong Ming, the champion of the last martial arts competition, and the one in the blue robe beside him. His martial arts are also excellent. These three must meet your selection criteria according to their apprentices."

Ling Tianhong looked at the direction Fu Haoxuan said, and there was indeed the person he said in front of the martial arts stage.

The young man in purple is wearing a sword and a piece of green jade hanging around his waist. The man's face is like crowned jade, his appearance is extraordinary, his hair is tied with silver hairpins, and his eyes are majestic, cold and arrogant but arrogant.

Look at the one beside him, a blue robe with a long knife in his arms, a burly figure, bronze skin color, a particularly clear facial features, a little beard on his face, and a pair of eyes staring at the martial arts platform coldly.

These three people have left a good impression on Ling Tianhong, so they look at the performance of the martial arts competition on the stage.

With the curtain call, "The following is the seventh group of Song Huaqing vs. Wu Dayu."

Under the stage, a tall and slender figure jumped up, Song Huaqing in a water blue robe; the other was Wu Dayu, who was slightly shorter in gray clothes.

After the two punched each other on the rostrum, they punched each other and launched an offensive.

Neither of them used weapons, and their fists and feet were still good. The victory or defeat was predictable. Ling Tianhong was quite satisfied with the comparison of this group. He took a sip of tea and continued to focus on them.

When Wu Dayu saw Song Huaqing's punch, he suddenly turned his head and dodged on one side, and then kicked out with his left foot. In addition to the other party's dodging, he hit Song Huaqing's left face with a right hook.

Song Huaqing felt a smell of blood in his mouth, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He wiped his sleeves and looked at Wu Dayu indifferently. With a little force under his feet, he jumped up and kicked repeatedly. Wu Dayu, who kicked straight, resisted several steps with his hands.

Seeing that Wu Dayu was about to be knocked off the martial arts competition stage by Song Huaqing, he didn't expect him to roar. He bent down and supported his head down with one hand, and the force of his feet up gathered in his legs, which was also kicked out repeatedly. While Song Huaqing landed, Wu Dayu also stood up and pushed Song Huaqing's face with a "dden dragon to explore the moon".

Song Huaqing raised his hands to resist, but Wu Dayu kicked out with his left foot. After being blocked by him, his right foot swept out. Song Huaqing did not dodge for a while and was kicked in the shoulder by Wu Dayu. The force made him stand unsteady for a while and fell off the martial arts platform.

Wu Dayu won this game.

Ling Tianhong nodded with satisfaction: "Wu Dayu, what kind of weapon do you usually use?"

"Tell back to the adults, long whip."

"Can you show it?" He is good at punching and feet. Presumably his long whip should also make it excellent.

His accomplices threw his long whip under the stage. Wu Dayu caught it and immediately threw it up. A long whip was a pure fire, and Ling Tianhong couldn't help but point his head.

Ling Tianhong took notes on his name.

"The eighth group..."

"Group 11 Ma Yingjie vs. Wang Yue."

Ma Yingjie was the man with a beard on his face in a blue robe that Fu Haoxuan pointed to before. He held Wang Yue with a knife in one hand, so he opened his posture and waited for the other party's attack.

Wang Yue uses an axe.

When Wang Yue saw that the other party was waiting for him to attack, he waved the axe in his hand and forced Ma Yingjie. With his skillful methods such as chopping, chopping and wiping, he danced rough and heroic, showing the majestic posture of splitting mountains.

Ma Yingjie's knife skills also make him as fierce as a tiger, brave and strong, strong and powerful; the two of them tried their best to fight, and the two were evenly matched, and they could not see the victory or defeat for a moment.

Half-pillar incense only drew.

"You two fought with your bare hands." Ling Tianhong looked at the two people in front of him, and he was also very satisfied with this group.

Both of them put down their weapons and fought with their bare hands, which was also equal.

Ling Tianhong took notes on his two names again.

"Group 15 Nangong Ming vs. Chang Sun Yu."

Nangong Ming and Changsun jumped up to the martial arts platform and started to fight.

Both of them use swords. At first glance, they are both profound in Taoism. Their movements are fast, agile and calm, which is really a master duel. The two of them are beautiful but strong and powerful, which surprised the officials below.

Nangong Ming's swordsmanship is strong and soft, and he is easy to swallow; but Changsun's swordsmanship is light, vigorous and beautiful.

The martial arts competition between the two is good, and people who know swords know that these two are masters. The moves are dangerous. If you are not careful, you will lose to your opponent.

Nangong Ming was handsome, and he danced his sword freely. He only saw that his light leap and backhand was a sword; Changsun Ying raised his hand in a hurry to resist, and the two swords collide with each other.

The sword light was sharp, the silver light flashed, and Nangong Ming cut another sword at Changsun Ying; Changsun Ying retreated a few feet, his arms suddenly vibrate, and a sword spirit forced towards Nangong Ming's neck.

Both of them looked extremely indifferent because of the fighting and responded attentively. Most of the people who came to the martial arts competition today were selected to enter the palace and become the imperial bodyguards, so they tried their best to give full play to their potential.

Ling Tianhong looked at the two of them. In swordsmanship, the two should be between them; and under the long-term fighting, in his opinion, Changsun's physical strength will last longer.

The selected players must first enter the Danai Bodyguard Institute, learn the rules and some corresponding training, and then be assigned to each team.

Today, after graduating from the bodyguards, the contestant selected by Ling Tianhong will be led by him to lurk in the people to collect the criminal evidence of Luo Wukui for the emperor, and he will directly manage it.

I only heard another 'bang', and Changsun's sword met Nangong Ming's sword impartially. It was said that sooner or later, Nangong Ming's sword peak turned, raised the sword peak with a flat chest and stopped at Changsun Ming's neck.

The competition is just a point. Nangong Ming won this game, which is worthy of being the winner of the last round.