Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

The guests were talking about something, so the courtesan took the initiative to lower the volume of his singing to avoid disturbing them.

Puyang Yingjun continued to talk about the Jiange Competition.

“The content of each year’s competition is determined by factors such as the number of participants, the number of participating sects, and so on.

Every major competition is also an important reference for the martial arts evaluation sub-list.

However, the top few places in the competition are basically occupied by the younger generation of Shu Kingdom. Occasionally there are a few newcomers, but they are insignificant.

But Brother Ma Zhan, I think it's no problem for you to get into the top ten."

"Don't brag about me. Don't you know my strength? How can I be in the top ten?"

Ma Zhan had seen the martial arts rankings, and the young people on the list were generally of the fifth rank. He wondered what the Shu Kingdom practitioners had been fed since childhood. His own cheap master, Miao Yi, was only of the fourth rank.

It was difficult for Liang State to gather one hundred young fifth-grade practitioners, and the fifth grade of Shu State seemed to have become the threshold for entering the deputy list.

Ma Zhan is very clear about his own strength, which is the fifth rank, and his realm is unstable.

It's hard to achieve outstanding results without exploiting loopholes. But if you don't know the rules, you can't exploit loopholes in the rules.

Then you have to find a way to take advantage of other people's loopholes.

"Brother Yingjun, how did you manage to fly with your sword? Can all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion fly with their swords?"

Puyang Yingjun said casually: "Flying with a sword is actually quite simple. First of all, you need talent, that is, a natural affinity with the sword.

Then you need to find or forge a sword that suits you, so that the person and the sword will resonate with each other.

Then, you must use your sword energy to nourish your sword every day, so that your sword will appear whenever your mind moves.

Finally, you will be able to fly with your sword."

Oh my god, I originally thought that sword-wielding was a skill or martial art from Jiange.

Unexpectedly, even if the sword-controlling technique was fully disclosed, it would not have any effect on the Sword Pavilion.

Ma Zhan remembered his previous life and searched for the "Nine Yin Scriptures" written by Jin Yong on Baidu.

Just like now, Puyang Yingjun taught Ma Zhan the sword-wielding technique. Even if a secret book is placed in front of you, you will not be able to practice it at all.

This little fat boy who was currently making out with others unexpectedly had such talent.

"Brother Yingjun, your car accident... No, after you encountered the mistake, your sword seemed to not listen to you."

Puyang Yingjun was a little embarrassed, but he still explained to Ma Zhan:

"That's because my mistress is angry. Swords have tempers too, and he's blaming me for stabbing him into the ground."

Ma Zhan pressed on, "Then how did my Second Master, your uncle, get him to obey? Could it be that he also knows sword control?"

"My uncle doesn't know how to do that. That's not sword control. That's sword manipulation, or sword control."

I see. Just like how Erye often waves his hand, his spear flies towards him by itself.

After Puyang Yingjun's explanation, Ma Zhan also understood why Shang Jun Fangsheng couldn't accept his "mistress".

One possibility is that the "mistress" is already a living thing, and Shang Junfang cannot touch a living thing.

Another possibility is that "Xiao San'er" has already been marked by Puyang Yingjun, and Shang Jun Fangsheng cannot take anything with the mark unless the person who left the mark is dead.

This sword master is really difficult to deal with.

Ma Zhan went to this brothel and felt very depressed.

Puyang Yingjun kept trying to comfort Ma Zhan, "Brother, think more positively. The most important thing is to participate. The last time I participated in the competition, I didn't even make it into the top 100."

Puyang Yingjun's words made Ma Zhan even more depressed. "You have the talent for flying swords, but you didn't even make it into the top 100. I'm nothing."

Puyang Yingjun continued to persuade: "It doesn't matter whether you make it into the top 100 or not. The main thing is that many beauties from the beauty list will be here for this competition.

Let's look at beautiful women, feast our eyes, and if we fall in love at first sight, that would be even better."

Ma Zhan frowned and asked, "Will Liu Nange come?"

Puyang Yingjun nodded: "I will come."

"Will Tang Anru come?"

Puyang Yingjun's eyes lit up: "You and her are also having an affair?"

Ma Zhan said depressedly, "Don't ask nonsense questions, just tell me whether she will come."

Puyang Yingjun nodded: "I will definitely come."

"I don't really want to go. How about you break my legs so I have an excuse not to go."

Seeing Ma Zhan's expression, Puyang Yingjun asked curiously: "You won't give that girl Tang Anru to... Brother, you better be careful, that girl is not someone you can easily mess with."

When talking about Tang Anru, Ma Zhan became furious.

"Why should I be careful? If we just fight, can he kill me?"

Puyang Yingjun nodded quickly several times: "Yes, this is true. Although the competition clearly stipulates that you are not allowed to intentionally injure others' lives, otherwise you will be disqualified.

However, contestants in the competition must sign a life and death statement and are responsible for their own life and death.

There are many masters around him, not to mention that she herself is a master.

The Tang Sect specializes in hidden weapons and poisons. She's going to do something shady to you. You're in great danger."

"Fuck, break my legs now..."

Puyang Yingjun rolled his eyes, patted Ma Zhan on the shoulder, and said obscenely: "Brother will show you a clear path, do you want to listen?"

"Hurry up and tell me..."

"Our Princess Nange wants to marry you. When the time comes, you can offer yourself to her and join her. Then you will be the Prince Consort of our Shu Kingdom. Princess Nange will follow your lead..."

"Just shut up! I really need to thank you eight times over. If that were the case, I would have died even faster."

Puyang Yingjun spread his hands and said helplessly: "Then you can only admit defeat as soon as possible, or withdraw from the competition."

Ma Zhan shook his head. "No, your black-hearted uncle has assigned me a task. I can't admit defeat."

"What mission?"

Ma Zhan stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Puyang Yingjun.

Puyang Yingjun's eyes widened as he exclaimed, "First?"

"It's in the top ten..."

Puyang Yingjun patted Ma Zhan's shoulder sympathetically, "Brother...come on."

——Tang Clan, Tang Xiaodie ordered lazily:

"Let Xiaoru out tomorrow and get ready to participate in the Jiange Competition."

——In the Imperial Palace of Shu, after Liu Nange read the Thousand Character Classic, he opened the window and looked towards the northeast.

"Have the Ma family entered Shu?"

A woman's voice came faintly: "Princess, the Ma family and their group have moved into the house of Marquis Chaotian."

Liu Nange tapped the window sill with her jade fingers. "I hope I can see him in Jiange."

The female shadow guard hiding in the dark opened her mouth but said nothing more.

—Emei Mountain, Golden Summit, He Ling sat cross-legged beside an ancient locust tree, holding the recommendation letter for the Jiange Competition, gazing at the starry sky, and muttered to himself:

"Sixth rank, am I qualified to participate in the competition?"

——Longyuan River, a huge ship, going upstream.

Zheng Xiaoqiao stood at the bow, looking at the surging river, holding the bronze goblet tightly in his left hand.

"Husband, I miss you."