The Brilliant Fighting Master

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Jiang Chen had good luck. After completing his name, the opponent of the preliminary match was a juyuan.

When he realized that the breath on Jiang Chen was divine, the expression of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy changed.

When he came to power, he was eager to try, but now he was slumped, and anger was emerging in his eyes.

"Are you from the capital?" The young man asked.

Jiang Chen froze and shook his head: "No."

Hearing that the anger on the teenager's face was more obvious, and with deep suspicion, he said, "You guys of rudeness have no hope, don't stay at home well, must you run to shame?"

"Oh? What kind of talent do you think is promising?" Jiang Chen laughed.

"For example, my second brother, the imperial capital is four young, Huang Fuhua!"

The teenager raised his chest and looked proud.

"I don't know." Jiang Chen didn't want to return.

"you!"

The teenager looked stiff, staring at it with wide eyes.

"If you don't consciously admit defeat, I don't mind teaching you to be human." Jiang Chen said coldly.

On the way to sign up, he found that people in Beijing have a sense of superiority. Even the owner of the roadside tea shed, he was very proud when facing outsiders asking directions.

At the same time, people in Beijing call this place the imperial capital.

Beijing and Huangdu expressed a meaning, but they felt so noble.

This kind of pride comes from the bottom of this place is the foot of the emperor, but also the first city of the fire domain.

There are more than one country in the area of ​​fire, but only Daxia dares to call the dynasty.

Jiang Chen has no opinion on this. It is human nature that the previous life was in the sanctuary, where people who faced people from other planes also considered themselves superior.

It's just that this pride and pride go too far, and that's annoying.

For example, juvenile, when he met Jiang Chen, he could not enter the next round. He was very dissatisfied, as if the quota should belong to him.

The reason is just that the location of the test was in Beijing.

The boy glanced at him, but did not intend to hit the stone with a hand, and raised his hand to admit defeat.

Jiang Chen successfully entered the second round and got a small wooden sign, which is the proof of promotion.

"You better not meet my brothers and sisters in the next few rounds, otherwise you will look good!" After that, the teenager walked away.

Jiang Chen didn't care. After asking about the next round of issues, he returned to his restaurant.

It is a large building ship in the air, and it is also the highest-grade one. The price of an ordinary room for a night is dozens of times that of a general inn.

There is a large square on the deck, and a tall, tall house built in the center of the ship, like a tower, magnificent and majestic.

Entering through the gate, you will see a table of eight immortals around a stage, and there are dancers showing their wonderful posture.

There are five floors, each of which can see the stage and hall.

The corridors on each floor are spacious, and tables are set up so that guests can look down on each corner.

Such ingenious design and perfect details, it is normal to charge expensive.

Jiang Chen came to the fifth floor. This floor has the fewest rooms because each room is larger and more expensive.

Jiang Chen was thinking about whether to change a sword tomorrow, because the Chixiao sword easily exposed itself.

"It's you!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came.

Looking up, I found that it was the young man who had just lost to his own hands. On the table in the corridor, besides him, there were several luxurious men and women.

"Huang Fuming, who is he?"

Because of the teenagers, they became interested in Jiang Chen.

"My opponent just now." Huang Fuming reluctantly said.

The people around him suddenly realized that Huang Fuming was in the limelight. They knew that they wanted to pass the preliminary round and perform with the attention of thousands of people.

Who knew it was bad luck and ran into a wandering realm during the preliminary round.

Eyes looked at Jiang Chen, and then, naked consciousness shrouded him.

"It really deserves to be from Beijing."

Jiang Chen smiled, and suddenly exuded consciousness.

Suddenly, the face of a table of people suddenly changed, only to feel that a mountain was resting on his body, unable to breathe.

"Understand rules."

Jiang Chen said, and walked towards the room.

"Wait."

He had just stood at the door when the people at the table suddenly came.

"You live in this room?" Asked a young man in the early days of Shenyoujing, still not polite.

"Ok?"

"In this way, we are sitting here, just waiting for the owner of this room to come back, of course, not because of Huang Fuming," said the youth again.

"So?" Jiang Chen was curious.

"We want you to change rooms," said the youth.

Jiang Chen froze and looked at the expressions of other people. He did not intend to say anything more about this direct and excessive request, and began to wait for his expression.

It looks like he never thought he would refuse.

"No change."

Jiang Chen was too lazy to take care of these people and took out the key to open the door.

Putting a hand on Jiang Chen's shoulder, it was the young man. He was very displeased and could hear it from his tone.

"We'll wait here to discuss it with you, instead of throwing things out of your room directly, you don't know how to lift!"

"Don't you want your hand?"

Jiang Chen tilted her head, revealing half of her face, her eyes squinting.

Ok?

The young man was startled, as if being struck by an invisible force. Not only did he let go of his hand, he even took a few steps back.

"Don't talk nonsense with him! The more we are polite to these people, the more they think they are the same thing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ just call the shopkeeper!"

Huang Fuming originally saw that Jiang Chen was not pleasing to his eyes, but now that things are not going well, he immediately gets into trouble.

"You are really polite, so I am also polite with you."

"Look at my mouth shape: Get out!"

Jiang Chen snorted and shook the people in front of the door.

Although this group of people said that except Huang Fuming, they were all in the realm of wandering, but they were just early strengths, clamoring in front of Jiang Chen by virtue of their status.

He stopped paying attention and walked into his room

After a while, the knock on the door sounded again.

As soon as Jiang Chen opened the door, he found that it was the shopkeeper who received him in the morning. Huang Fuming and the youth were standing on the edge of the hallway with a joke.

"Guest, I'm really sorry. We forgot that this room was booked by another guest, or should we go downstairs?" Said the shopkeeper.

As soon as this remark was made, the irony on Huang Fuming's face became more obvious.

"Take a look." Jiang Chen said.

"What?" The shopkeeper froze, his head fogged.

"Records of others booking." Jiang Chen said.

Of course, there is no such thing as a shopkeeper. He just wants to find a reason for Jiang Chen to change rooms.

After hesitating for a while, he said, "The guest officer is like this. Huang Fuhua's friend lives next to you. He is a disciple of Floating Island, Chu Luo, and the sixth most beautiful woman. If you can do it conveniently, that's the best but."

He said two names, hoping that this would make Jiang Chen more interesting.

"Chu Luo? That's a coincidence. I also know her, and I'm also a good friend." Jiang Chen didn't eat this set at all and still didn't agree.

The shopkeeper stunned, I do not know what to say.

Huang Fu cursed: "It's nonsense, who are you? Can you meet the girl Chu Luo? I advise you to hurry up, or my brother is here, I want you to look good!"

Author's note: Does anyone remember Chu Luo? * 3 * 6 * 9 *

(Sikushu)