I really didn't want to be emperor

Royal palace.

Hall of Heroes.

For this selection of Wushu, Emperor Xia was really moved.

The day before the end of the break, the Ministry of Engineering had already started to build the ring.

The five arenas are located under His Royal Highness Qunying, towering and tall, looking very solid.

this moment.

Ye Jun appeared on one of the stairs, his eyes fell on the ring, "Mr. Zhuge, have you ever seen the ring before?"

Zhuge Ming said: "I have seen, in the past, the Northern Qin and his entourage, saw the arena competition and recruiting relatives. It was a small scene, and it was not the same as today's event."

Ye Jun shook his head and smiled: "It's all the same, don't be nervous."

Talking.

He got up and went on, and after a while, he came to the stands.

In front of.

Emperor Xia, King Pingxi, and Crown Prince have taken their seats, followed by Xu Bai, an elderly man, and Han Ling.

Seeing Ye Jun's arrival, Xia Huang raised his hand slightly to signal, "Sit down!"

Because of the long distance, Ye Jun bowed and said, "Thank you, Father."

After sitting down.

Li Bai and Zhuge Ming stood behind him.

Ye Jun looked ahead, and suddenly found Zhao Yun among the people participating in the Lunwu selection below.

He only asked Yue Fei to participate in the Lunwu selection. Why did Zhao Yun appear here? He should be in Xishan.

At this time.

King Pingxi said suddenly: "Boy, this king recommended to your majesty the young general in silver armor. You have such a master in your mansion, how can you hide your privates?"

Ye Jun: "............"

King Pingxi said again: "Your kid is really good at the court. If it weren't for your father's decree, he would not come to participate in the selection of martial arts, and this king would not be given any face."

Ye Jun looked at King Pingxi with a raised eyebrow, and finally understood why Zhao Yun appeared in the palace.

"Uncle Jiuwang, in fact, Zilong's strength is average, even if he participates, he may not be able to be selected."

King Pingxi glared at Ye Jun, with an expression that I believed you were a ghost. He had seen Zhao Yun's strength with his own eyes in the Royal Palace that night.

Very tough.

Such talents, if placed in the military, will surely be invincible Titans.

suddenly.

Below.

On the ring.

Gothe appeared, and then announced the rules of selection.

A total of one hundred contestants will be drawn to compete and the winner will enter the next round.

Until finally five people were elected.

Choose five from a hundred, this elimination mechanism is cruel.

Those selected in this way are definitely outstanding.

quickly.

The draw is over.

The first round of competition began soon.

Ye Jun lightly sipped a cup of tea, looking down at the test with no interest.

to be frank.

He has no interest in this martial arts selection.

In his view, the military conferences that included the nations were just superfluous.

On the victory of the military conference, you can be sure that the opponent's national strength is strong?

It is possible that they will do their best to train those few people.

On the failure of the military conference, does it mean that the national power is weak?

Going forward, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, deliberately showing weakness, this situation will not happen?

How can a worthless debate on martial arts make people interested?

King Pingxi glanced at Ye Jun and said with a solemn expression: "Jun'er, you don't seem to have any enthusiasm for Lunwu selection."

Ye Jun nodded, "I don't think it makes any sense."

King Pingxi's expression changed, and he said coldly: "How come there will be no objections? This conference on the military has a bearing on whether there will be war in Xia Guo's next year."

Talking.

He paused and continued: "For these years, the Qin, Wei, and Barbarian kingdoms have looked at Xia Hu. If they lose in this martial arts conference, they will surely commit a crime.

Ye Jun knew King Pingxi’s concern, and smiled: "Uncle Nine Kings meant that if the Martial Arts Conference wins, they will die?"

Pingxi Wang said: "Of course."

Ye Jundao: "They won't."

King Pingxi frowned and said, "How can you see it?"

Ye Jun said slowly: "On Wu's victory, it can only serve as a short-term deterrent. As time goes by, it will have no effect."

"In addition, if Xia Guo really wins and takes the top spot, Uncle Wang won't worry, and the three countries will jointly divide Xia Guo?"

"The world is like chess, unpredictable, so this martial arts conference should be the same as in previous years, just get a moderate result."

Speaking of this, he did not go on, and King Pingxi was already in deep thought.

There was a moment of silence.

Pingxi Wang said: "Jun'er, if as you said, it doesn't really matter if these countries do not participate in the martial arts."

Ye Jundao: "It's better to participate, at least it is a kind of spiritual sustenance."

King Pingxi said again: "This is the end of the matter, it can only be this way."

"Experience, all as an experience!" Ye Jun said in a deep voice.

At this time.

Below the ring.

Zhao Yun appeared, wearing a silver armor and white robe, holding a gentian and bright silver spear, and carrying a majestic look.

His opponent was a brawny man, who was about a few years old, clenched a big knife, and was as tall as a tower.

Exudes a vigorous atmosphere, giving people an inexplicable pressure.

Ye Jundao: "Uncle Nine Kings, who is this person fighting Zilong?"

King Pingxi retracted his gaze and said solemnly: "Liu Jingang, a member of the Shenweihou Mansion, it is said that he has seventh-rank strength."

Ye Jun lightly nodded and smiled lightly: "Rank 7 strength, very good look."

Talking.

On the ring.

Liu Jingang rushed forward, waved his broadsword, and slashed down at Zhao Yun.

This knife, cutting mountains and gravel, is extremely powerful.

But even under such a powerful attack, Zhao Yun was as steady as a rock, still looking at Liu Jingang quietly.

Upon seeing this.

Zhugeming whispered: "Master, Zilong, this is..."

Ye Jundao: "There is a kind of silence called domineering, just watching it quietly."

Huh.

The big knife broke the wind and cut it down.

Clang.

A bit of cold light came first, and then the gun shot out like a dragon.

Zhao Yun stepped forward with both feet on the ground, and the silver spear revolved like the wind, directly picking Liu Jingang's broad knife out.

then.

The spear was pointed directly at Liu Jingang's eyebrows.

The gun was half an inch, and the blood slipped.

"you lose!"

Liu Jingang looked at Zhao Yun with an earthy face. The shot just now was too fast and made him elusive.

"Accepted!"

Liu Jingang bowed his fist and bowed, picked up the ground sword and walked towards the bottom of the ring.

Seventh-Rank master, defeated with one shot.

Zhugeming looked at Zhao Yun on the ring, his pupils shrank, and he whispered in his heart that he was stronger than before.

In Xiaoyao Palace, Yue Fei and Zhao Yun competed. At that time, Zhao Yun was not so powerful yet.

Ye Jun said suddenly: "Mr. Zhuge, what do you think of Zilong's marksmanship?"

Zhuge Ming was stunned, "The gun is like a fright, superb."

Ye Jun said again: "It seems that Mr. Zhuge likes Zilong's marksmanship very much. In that case, after returning to Xishan, let Zilong practice the gun with you every day."

Zhugeming's figure trembled slightly. If he practiced guns with Zhao Yun every day, he could not use force, and sooner or later he would be beaten to death.

"The prince, the subordinates have no power to bind the chicken, I am afraid..."

Ye Jun waved his hand and said with a smile: "Wen Wu is the first and Wu Wu is the second. This king likes all-rounders. Mr. Zhuge has such potential. This king is optimistic about you!"

"I want to go home........."