The Wang family is not a native family of Huangtongfu City.
It is said that this family originally did business in Yu Yang County under the jurisdiction of Huangtongfu, but now that their business has grown, they came to the city to buy a mansion and moved their family here.
Three months have passed and they have barely managed to gain a foothold.
This was mostly thanks to that big miss Wang Qingqing of the Wang family, many things didn't even need to be handled by the Wang family, those suitors of hers rushed up to get it done.
In the deepest part of the Wang family's mansion was Wang Qingqing's boudoir.
Outside the room was a huge flower bed with bright red flowers planted inside, blooming and dainty.
There was a middle-aged man in his fifties standing at the entrance of the room, he was the head of the Wang family, Wang Tong, who was often referred to as Wang Munshi.
He was Wang Qingqing's father.
But this head of the family's expression was incomparably humble and obedient at this time, standing outside the door with his head bowed and reporting respectfully, "Miss Qingqing! , the jade box I've sent over secretly."
"Good."
The cold and indifferent, yet very pleasant female voice came out from the room.
Just this lightly spoken word, there was no more response, not having the respect a daughter should have for her father in the slightest.
Wang Tong, however, did not feel annoyed in the slightest, and was even somewhat happy and excited, he trembled with excitement and said in a trembling voice, "You are finally with the I spoke, you spoke one word to me, wonderful, wonderful!"
"Get out." The indifferent female voice came out of the room again.
"Okay, okay, I'm rolling, I'm rolling, hehe."
Wang Tong left with eyes lost in joy, secretly saying, "The three dots of water in this word 'roll' should represent Miss Qingqing's concern for me! Love goes on and on like a torrent of water, great!"
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The next morning.
The competition to select temporary guards for the Wang family was set up in front of the Wang mansion, with a ring one ten feet high and ten feet long and wide.
There was no limit to the contest, weapons and fists and kicks were allowed.
If you fall off the ring or fall to the ground and lose your ability to resist, you are considered a failure.
Of course, admitting defeat also counts.
Not many people were originally paying attention to this match.
After all, it was just a private matter for the Wang family.
But with the exaggerated rumors circulating yesterday, this contest had suddenly become the focus of much attention.
Early this morning, five to six thousand people had arrived here.
There was already a sea of people in front of the Wang Residence.
The streets, raised platforms, walls, trees, and even the roofs of the gates were crowded with people.
Although the tournament hadn't started yet, people were standing in good positions so that they wouldn't be unable to see what was happening in the ring when the time came.
"Oi, look! It's Miss Wang's family and Mr. Wang!"
"Out! It's out! She's out!"
"Fuck! It's beautiful! I feel like I'm in love!"
"Ah! It's beautiful! I can! I really can!"
"No wonder so many suitors..."
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There was a sudden outcry from the crowd.
It was Wang Clan's eldest daughter who had come out with her and was standing on a specially made platform next to the ring, so that they could clearly see what was going on up and down the ring.
Of course, they would also be seen by the crowd present.
That unusually delicate appearance as well as the tall and exquisite figure suddenly attracted everyone's attention.
Wang Qingqing looked eighteen or nineteen years old, her eyebrows were picturesque, her skin was as fair as curdled fat, with a little redness to add to the charm, and her features were even more exquisite to the extreme, as if she was a heavenly creation, which was extremely beautiful.
She wore a plain white dress, fresh and elegant, yet outline a perfect curve, slim waist tied with a jade belt, adding a few more holy.
The fact proved that in front of beauty, curiosity was not worth mentioning.
Originally, people were still coming for Zhou Heng, wanting to see if he was really as powerful as rumored, but now everyone felt that as long as they could see Wang Qingqing, it was all worth it.
It was so beautiful!
Not only did these onlookers marvel, even Zhou Heng, who was mixed in with the crowd, couldn't help but be stunned after seeing Wang Qingqing.
This was simply unbelievably beautiful!
Exactly.
That was Zhou Heng's feeling, this Wang Qingqing was too beautiful to be abnormal.
Some of them resembled the photo beauties he had seen in his previous life on Earth that had been modified by ps technology and infinitely beautified.
"Hehe, you'll believe it this time." Yu He laughed at Zhou Heng's side, "I've already told you that this Qing Qing girl is comparable to the country's beauty, look at you stunned too. "
"I'm calling this critical scrutiny." Zhou Heng defended.
In fact, he wasn't wrong, compared to these people living in a society similar to ancient China, he, a strong keyboard player who had been baptized with all sorts of beautiful pictures in the information explosion era, was much more resistant to beautiful women.
Therefore, after the initial shock, Zhou Heng inexplicably felt that Wang Qingqing's temperament was somewhat unnatural, not quite natural, and seemed to have traces of artificial correction.
Could it be that "Teacher Cang" had come to this world to have plastic surgery?
Unlikely.
Just at this moment, the crowd suddenly became noisy.
"Look! Look! On stage, on stage! Sun Zhengping is up there!"
"Is this Sun Zhengping? I have to say that the looks are indeed astonishing and imposing, and the strength should be good as well."
"Then wouldn't Zhou Heng be even more powerful?"
"We'll see about that later, but shouldn't the contestants go up together? How come it's only Sun Zhengping?"
The crowd was discussing.
Zhou Heng looked up towards the ring, and indeed saw an instrumental young man who looked to be in his twenties standing in the center, holding a long sword and acting like he was looking all around.
"Today, I, Sun Zhengping, have come here for no other reason than to defeat all my enemies and gain the qualification to guard Miss Qingqing!"
Sun Zhengping took a look at Wang Qingqing's position, his gaze softened, then turned to look down at the ring again and said in a loud voice, "There are a total of eleven people, including me, who are participating in this competition, and you can all come up now!
"I want to hit ten!"
Snap!
Sun Zhengfeng, who was sitting far away in the attic of the high-rise teahouse watching the scene, was so furious that his hands were shaking, and he directly dropped the teapot on the table in front of him!
"This shameless thing is really seduced by that woman!"
Meanwhile, the people around the ring cheered when they heard Sun Zhengping's words.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Awesome! Hit ten! Is Sun Zhengping already ninth grade?"
"Even if it's a ninth-grade martial artist facing a siege of ten uninitiated pins, it's still murderous, right?"
"The lower three pins are just manpower after all, there's always a limit ah, Sun Zhengping is being too generous."
"This is good, I love to watch!"
Most people were gloating, they were already watching the fun, so naturally the more exciting things were, the better.
Zhou Heng, however, was a bit confused, he poked Yu He, who was beside him, and wondered, "Was Sun Zhengping like this before?"
This is so embarrassing!
It's like he's only thinking about women!
"He wasn't like this before." Yu He was also a bit confused, but thought back and said, "Our family and the Sun family have cooperated on some business, and I've met Sun Zhengping a few times, also Had dinner together.
"But I remember he used to be quite smart and capable and well-spoken, but now it's like he's been kicked in the head. Can a woman chase a man silly?"
"This... isn't impossible." If Zhou Heng was thoughtful, his gaze looked towards the special high platform beside the ring, although it wasn't quite natural, this Wang Qingqing was indeed beautiful to behold.
This look coincided with the discovery of several people jumping onto the ring one after another, a total of nine, exactly the same nine people in this competition other than Zhou Heng and Sun Zhengping.
"Sun Zhengping! Don't think you can be this arrogant because of your reputation, we're not afraid of you!"
"Want one to fight ten, do you think you're nine?"
"Now that we're all up here, you do it, I'd like to see how you're going to fight ten at a time!"
Most of the martial artists are thick-blooded and hot-tempered, plus we are all young people, how can they stand Sun Zhengping's verbal provocation just now, and now they are all furious, almost to swarm.
But Sun Zhengping didn't even look at them squarely in the eye, directly turned around and shouted at the ring, "Zhou Heng! I know you're here, come up immediately and let Young Master see if you're really as powerful as the rumors say!"
As soon as the crowd hears Zhou Heng's name, it boils over, and we're not sleepy if you say this!
That's what they're after.
As for what one fighting nine, one fighting ten, they were all just additions.
As soon as Sun Zhengping said this, the nine people who were already furious were furious on the spot, and one by one, they launched into a fight, either with their fists and feet, or wielding swords, as well as weapons such as lances, whips, and clubs.
"Too defiant!"
"How dare you look down on your grandfather me, looking for death!?"
"Go to hell!"
These nine people shouted and cursed loudly and charged straight towards Sun Zhengping!
"Clusterfuck! Group fight!"
"Fight! Fight!"
The onlookers bounced and cheered, waving flags and shouting, fearing that the world would be in chaos.
Although none of these nine people had entered the Pinnacle, they were not weak.
Two or three of them were also quasi-nine-pin martial artists with one successful nine-pin martial art, facing such a siege, even a true nine-pin martial artist would have a big head.
But Sun Zhengping was nonchalant, turning his wrist and sheathing his sword blade.
Immediately there was a stream of sword light running out like a gust of wind and rain, a sword light was like dense raindrops, stabbing at these nine people at an extremely fast speed.
At the same time, a whistle sounded around Sun Zhengping's body, as if the wind was hissing, as if invisible sword qi was rampant around him in a ten feet radius.
Sun Zhengping's sword was like a sudden rainfall falling after autumn, with a cold light that made the originally cheerful onlookers tremble.
This was the Thirteen Swords of Autumn Rain!
Upon returning to consciousness, it was revealed that the sword light had pierced the nine men with unerring precision!
None of them!
And seven of them were also shaken by the strength of the sword qi that whirled around him, and fell straight down from the ring.
The remaining two had their weapons knocked off their hands and were about to be defeated.
But these two did not give up and still rushed to Sun Zhengping's side with all their might, one swinging his fist and the other dribbling his palm, hitting his back and shoulder.
If they were able to hit, they could make Sun Zhengping lose his ability to resist.
Bang!
Bang!
Only two muffled sounds were heard, and the fists and palms hit Sun Zhengping at the same time.
These two were delighted and were about to follow up with a victory, but then they felt a majestic and immense force coming from Sun Zhengping's back and The shoulders came flooding in!
But then, Sun Zhengping merely straightened his back and slightly shook his shoulders, shocking these two on the spot, and they fell off the stage just like the seven people from before.
In just less than a breath of time, the nine people who were flocking to the stage were all defeated!
The thousands of people present all opened their mouths wide and stared at Sun Zhengping in the ring, dumbfounded.
In front of the Wang Residence, there was silence.
On the high platform beside the ring, Wang Qingqing's eyebrows were smiling, seemingly very satisfied.
Not far away, on the teahouse loft.
Sun Zhengfeng fiercely stood up and looked incredulously at Sun Zhengping on the ring, astonished, "The strong wind stirs the perimeter of the body by one ten feet, and the whole body can generate power everywhere!
"This is a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, how could he?"
On the roof of this loft, a woman in a white strong suit and mask was gazing at Wang Qingqing on the high platform.
Her gaze was calm and thoughtful.
Meanwhile, on the ring.
Sun Zhengping was in high spirits, wielding his sword and pointing it at the exact spot where Zhou Heng was standing.
He stood tall and sternly shouted.
"Get your ass up here!"