C7 Drunk Dream Child Seriously Speaking Nonsense

Su Nansheng had ordered his men to deal with Situ Jian's funeral. A few days later, the news of the martial arts competition in Su Mansion spread. The place was packed with people. Countless people were watching the show. Some of them were civilians, some of them knew how to fight, and some of them were experts in the martial arts world.

The civilians only wanted to watch the show. People from the martial arts world wanted to see the moves of others. They probably wanted to find an opponent in the ring. The masters only wanted to watch, and they didn't want to fight.

The huge ring had been set up. A few men in black clothes and short boots were still busy. The crowd was dense and surrounded the ring. The crowd was noisy and everyone was talking about it. It was morning. Even though the sun was not high, they could not wait. People were like that.

"Are we going to compete or not?" A burly man dressed in coarse clothes near the edge of the arena shouted. Because of his words, the crowd began to get restless.

"That's right! Are we still competing? Where is he? Hurry up and attack! "My wife is waiting for me to finish watching the show and go back to eat!"

Everyone burst into laughter. The noisy scene was comparable to the bustling market. At this moment, a figure in a white robe flew over from an unknown place. This person held a feathered fan in his hand. The figure of a scholar was thin and thin, and his smile was gentle and refined. His entire body revealed a calm and composed aura, and it seemed as if the collapse of the sky wouldn't affect him in the slightest.

"Everyone, calm down."

The crowd slowly quietened down the moment Zhuge Fei came out. It could be seen how much face he had. Zhuge Fei was calm and indifferent, and he smiled like the wind. He held a feather fan in his hand and cupped his hands in salute, and he only continued speaking when he saw the crowd quieten down.

"Thank you all for giving face to Zhuge. Before the start of the competition, please allow Zhuge to speak a few more words. The martial competition this time is held with the intention of gathering friends through martial arts, and it doesn't affect the relationship between us. The final winner can enter the Su Mansion to receive the courtesy of a distinguished guest. Then, let's not talk much. I declare that the Martial Arts Competition will begin now!"

After saying that, Zhuge Fei swiftly flew away from the arena with his Light-body Technique. At the same time, a young man with sparse hair and a yellow complexion jumped out from the crowd. He looked like a yellow fish that had jumped out of the water. This man had a thin complexion and looked like a sickly person. Everyone laughed. Someone shouted for him to go down.

"Go down!"

"That's right! " Let's go down. We're already thin and weak to begin with. When the time comes, we won't be able to get a wife if we cripple her! "

"Hahahahaha..."

The yellow-faced man ignored them and continued to introduce himself.

"I am Liu Laosan! May I know which one of you here is willing to compete with me?"

"I'll do it!" With a vigorous shout, a robust man walked out from the crowd. He had a ferocious face, tall and long legs, and a red scarf tied around his neck. He looked like a bandit in the mountains. He rudely pushed aside the person in front of him and came to the bottom of the arena. With a single palm, he made a cracking sound.

This palm strike was like a rolling stone smashing down. The ground that was struck by his palm sunk deeply. The impact was extremely powerful. It only supported the weight of his entire body with a single palm. Moreover, this powerful pulse even pushed his robust body up onto the arena.

His two feet stomped heavily on the wooden boards of the arena. It seemed as if it was going to crush the arena as well. The force he exerted was truly not flattering. How could this be a person? This is clearly a monster. The sallow-faced man felt weak, but he still bowed to him.

"Dog skin plaster!" At this time, a person carrying a large wooden chest and holding a white flag squeezed into the crowd and asked around if they wanted to buy dog skin plaster. On the opposite side of the building stood a man in white. He had a handsome face and wore a golden jade waist tag on his waist. He frowned and looked at the person selling dog skin plaster.

In the crowd, everyone was thinking highly of him and did not have the time to talk to him. They waved their hands and said, "No, no. Go away. Go away. Go to the side. Don't stop me. "

That person still did not give up and smiled shamelessly. "Just buy a few Tieba bars. There will always be a time when it's useful." This pestering ability was really like the dog skin plaster that he sold. It was too clingy.

A middle-aged man beside him said kindly, "Young man, don't sell us. You sell those good men on stage. They fought a few times, so how could they not be injured? They are injured, so naturally, they will buy your dog skin plaster."

Chu Yizhen nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense." Chu Yizhen stopped shouting and focused on the fight on stage.