Favored Crazy Consort: Ghost Emperor too Proud

Zhuo Qingyan's eyes are also cold down, looking at the following situation without expression.

"Young master, it's the dark guard of the prince's house. It's like a nighthawk." If snow attached to her ear.

Zhuo Qingyan nodded her head and continued to stare down.

Another voice came from the compartment on the left: "look, it's busy this time. I don't know if the martial arts hall is ready. If it goes on, it may be a fight..."

"I don't think so. In any case, all of them are students who come to report. If this happens, they may be disqualified from registration, and the gain is not worth the loss." Another humanity.

"Why not? This young master Zhang has already angered these people. He is rich. If he had not a grandparent who would have amassed money, he would have been so crazy?" Another person disdains the cold hum.

When there was a lot of noise below, five people came out of the Yanwu hall. They were all dressed in black and brocade, with swords on their waists and hoods on their heads.

"What's the noise? This is where you fight?" The leader is the Nighthawk, who is also the deputy director of the dark guard of Lingwang mansion. His face is as cold as ice sculpture, and his eyes are sharp.

All the people on the scene stopped immediately, and then quietly divided into two groups. All the candidates standing behind the boy in royal guards were the candidates who had just signed up here, while Mr. Zhang's back was a little thin. There was no one else except the eight servants.

"Are you here to sign up or to make trouble?" The Nighthawk squinted slightly and asked Mr. Zhang.

When he saw the Nighthawk, he was scared out of his mind. At the same time, he was still questioning in such a cold voice. As soon as he was nervous, he couldn't answer.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the Nighthawk's face suddenly became colder, and his eyes narrowed again: "the Yanwu hall in Kangyang county is also a place for you to make mischief. Do you really want to live? Or do you want a place to relax? "

"My lord I mistakenly misunderstood. I'm Zhang Jiquan. I'm here to report and register. No, I don't mean to make trouble It's just, yes, it's these people who don't open their eyes and block my childe's way So, I just want to teach you a lesson. Yes, it's a lesson... " Zhang Jiquan stammered out his position.

"Lesson? They have a grudge against you? Even if there is one, it's not the place for you to solve personal grievances. Boy, please remember to me that Kangyang county is a place with royal laws. Don't make yourself uncomfortable. Don't you want to enter the martial arts academy? It depends on whether you have enough skills. Show the guy and compare with me. If you can take three moves from me, I'll take you! " The Nighthawk said slowly.

"This Nighthawk is quite interesting..." Zhuo Qingyan whispered, and the corners of his mouth rose.

Ruoxue replied in a low voice: "he's just a mug gourd. Since I knew him, I haven't heard him say so much, but it's still very organized..."

"Do you think this young master Zhang can do three moves under him?" Zhuo Qingyan is interested.

"Let I said, "no, not a single move." If snow answers.

"No, I don't think Mr. Zhang is weak..." Mo language shook his head.

"But the Nighthawk is stronger..." If snow is proud of a pick eyebrow.

Zhuo Qing Yan can't help but smile and stare down.

Zhang Jiquan didn't think that the adult in front of him would make such a decision. He had no idea. He knew himself too well. Although he had learned some Kung Fu from elementary school, he was just a tripod. He was always tyrannical under the authority of his grandfather. Now he really wants to be serious. He is afraid of himself.

At this time, a faint voice came from the right side of the compartment: "this young master Zhang is really stupid. Now Kangyang county is no longer Hou Guangsheng when he was in power. How could he be so arrogant? Is it just the unsophisticated magistrate's father? "

"Why worry, sir? How many people in the Hou family are astringent? It is estimated that there is still one thing to rely on, which is Zhuo Shangshu, who is in Jingling, his uncle... "

"Stupid!" The man said again.

"Stupid!" Zhuo Qingyan also felt the same way.

"If you don't want to give you a chance, you should leave immediately. Don't make trouble in front of the Yanwu hall, or you will not be polite." The Nighthawk downstairs said coldly.

"Fight as soon as you can, I'm afraid you can't do it!" Zhang Jiquan may have never been subjected to this kind of accusation from childhood. Naturally, he couldn't stand it. In front of so many people, he couldn't stand it, so he responded with a brave response.

However, he was frightened by the servants who followed him. Someone had already stepped forward to hold his arm and whispered, "young master, don't try to be so quick. This man is so strong that he can't..."

"Go away. You can't speak here. I don't believe it. There are some real experts in the martial arts academy that can't be accomplished. I've been learning from the master for ten years, but I can't beat a bodyguard?" Zhang Jiquan yelled with shame.

But he didn't see the eyes of the seven dark guards standing beside the Nighthawk. They all looked at him as if they were looking at a fool. Everyone agreed that the boy was mentally ill.

Zhuo Qingyan has grinned and stretched out his head to ask if snow: "if it is you, how many rounds can you take him down?""Ah? Well Five... " If snow is not sure of the road.

"Five?" She raised her eyebrows, returned to the tray of fried peanuts on the table and threw one into her mouth.

Downstairs, Zhang Jiquan took his sword out of the scabbard and put it in a posture. With a slight fear in his eyes, he circled around the Nighthawk.

Judging from the pace of his foot movement, it is really a model, but it is just a beginner's posture, which makes people sniff at him.

After walking around the Nighthawk for five times, he suddenly attacked with a shock of his wrist. The Nighthawk didn't even move. He raised his foot and kicked it. After listening to a scream, Zhang Jiquan's body flew out and fell heavily on the ground. He even had difficulty getting up, so he rolled and howled on the ground.

At this time, the dark guard standing on one side immediately came and pulled the Nighthawk: "brother eagle, is it heavy?"

"30%" The Nighthawk disdains to be white, on the ground hums Zhang Jiquan one eye.

Another dark place came over, stretched out his neck and looked at Zhang Jiquan, who had been surrounded by his servants, and said, "if you can shout so loud, it's estimated that there will be no big deal. Otherwise, we should die by spraying blood..."

Immediately after death, there was a laugh, and everyone began to talk about it.

Zhuo Qingyan, who was standing upstairs, also laughed and threw a peanut into his mouth and chewed it.

At the same time, her brain is also moving, this Nighthawk is good, come back to talk to him.