Chapter 88: Unbridled

The two golden gongs had a falling out, and on their way to the martial arts arena, the news spread quickly throughout the night watchman’s court.

The silver gongs and brass gongs called for friends to come and eat melons, and flocked to the martial arts field behind the courthouse.

“Did you hear? It seems the fight was over a gong.”

“? How is it possible that a mere gong can cause two golden gongs to make a fuss.”

“You don’t say, it’s true, many people have seen it, this morning Lao Tao went to find Li Yuchun to ask for someone, did not give, a big fight. Then each looked for the golden gong.”

The night watchmen got together, the uninformed asked those in the know, there was a lot of talk, and no one was surprised to learn that it was for a gong.

The gong is the equivalent of a small-time police officer, and the golden gong has a high status, and they are worlds apart.

The reasoning was so unbelievable that curious people poked around to find out why, but no one knew the inside story.

How do I feel like I have become a red face …. Xu Qi An has no place to spit out the grooves in his heart.

Having just seen Jiang Luchong in person, Xu Qi’an roughly deduced what happened.

When Ping Yuan Bo was killed that day, this Jin Gong had a meeting with him, and I think he saw that he had a good friendship with the artisans of the Si Tian Supervisor, and he had a feeling of cherishing his talent, and wanted to take him under his command.

And Yang Yan disagreed, the reason in all likelihood is his own qualifications on the A. This mentality is the same as his last life, each school competing for the top students.

Li Yuchun spoke with him, and Wei Gong graciously gave him a rating on A.

Papa Wei is so generous purely because of that poem of mine …. This belongs to the empathy bonus …. I bear the pressure that this qualification should not have …. Xu Qi’an had a green tea whore’s face of excitement, only looking forward to the two of them hurrying up and doing it.

High-grade martial arts fights are rare.

As for who the final flower falls, he did not care too much. Although he could not let go of Chun and Song Tingfeng Zhu Guangxiao, but he is just a mediocre small gong, personnel transfer, by the organization to say, his opposition is invalid.

In the attic near the martial arts arena, a few golden gongs were looking out the window at all this.

“What’s going on with Yang Yan and Jiang Ruizhong?”

“Jiang Lizhong wanted a gong under Yang Yan’s hand, Yang Yan disagreed and had a conflict.”

“Yang Yan and Jiang Ruizhong don’t have any quarrels ah, it should not be a pretext to settle old scores, that is to say, there is something wrong with that gong?”

“I think his name is Xu Qi’an.”

“The name sounds a bit familiar…the tax and silver case one? Just so, it’s not a big deal.”

“I don’t know, let’s watch the fun first and ask Wei Gong later.”

The two golden gongs entered, took off their cloaks, and did what they said they were going to do without a moment’s hesitation.

Xu Qi’an only heard a “boom” sound, the ground collapsed a few inches, and Jiang Lizhong disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

The next moment, Yang Yan raised his elbow and struck the left side where no one was.

Bang!

Clash with a pair of fists.

Bang Bang Bang …. The two men’s hands and feet turned into stumps, and the sound of flesh colliding was endless.

Too fast too fast …. It was impossible to capture with the naked eye, and Xu Qi’an stared wide-eyed, trying to observe, but the exchange of blows between the two high-grade martial artists had already exceeded the limits of his eyesight.

They quickly exchanged a dozen or so moves before the sound of snapping came into their ears after a few seconds delay.

A dozen, dozens of A’s a second? Xu Qi’an was stunned.

If one were to compare human eyes to a camera, the battle between the two high-grade martial artists had already exceeded the filming limit.

Xu Qi’an, who had a passable physics score, immediately discovered a problem.

Don’t these two pussies have any backlash for releasing their skills?

The movement is too smooth …. But the force is mutual, why is there no reaction force when two powerful forces collide violently?

The figure did not half stagnate …. Is it because I can’t catch it with my naked eyes, or is it a unique ability of high-grade martial artists?

If it was the latter, then how many grades of martial artist’s exclusive ability was it? It must be after the seventh grade, because the seventh grade is refining the spirit, a hammering directed at the spirit.

In addition, when the two golden gongs fought, the qi was introverted, was contained but not revealed. This point is good to understand, if you let go of your hands and feet and have a big fight, the night watchman Yamen have to be razed to the ground.

“It’s just a spectacle, don’t take it so seriously.” Song Tingfeng patted Xu Qi’an’s shoulder:

“Battles between golden gongs don’t happen more than a couple times a year.”

Xu Qi’an said, “Who do you think will win?”

Song Tingfeng laughed, “Purely in terms of physical body and strength against each other, there is not much difference between the golden gongs, so every time a golden gong fights a fake, there is no victory or defeat.”

As for why they only fought against each other with strength and flesh, the reason was simple, fights did not distinguish between life and death.

This fight for more than an hour, the government offices of the night watchman and mandarins left one batch and one batch, some go to eat lunch and then do not come, some eat lunch to come over to see a moment, then go back to the office, finished the matter at hand, and then come over to see a moment.

In the Wufu system, the Ninth Grade Refined Essence Realm was characterized by physical strength, and it was claimed that the source of physical strength was unceasing, although there was an exaggeration, it was sufficient for the awesomeness of Wufu’s physical strength.

This was something that the flower girl thought deeply.

Xu Qi’an didn’t come to watch the battle after lunch, as a small piece of police, he had to patrol the streets with his fellow officers.

….

The two golden gongs finished their fight and went to the Haoqi Building in a muffled manner.

Standing in the lookout hall, Wei Yuan, who patiently watched the entire process, waited for the two to board the building and then commented, “Yang Yan still needs to continue to beat up his body, or else in another ten years, his qi and blood will decline, and you will have no hope of a third grade for the rest of your life. Don’t just know how to hammer the gun intent.”

Yang Yan nodded his head sullenly.

“Ritsu Nakanori cares excessively about his qi and blood, wanting to maintain a peak physique all the time, but what you should really do is to incorporate your blade intent into your fists and feet, and your battle prowess will increase by a large margin.”

Jiang Lizhong sighed, “Listening to Lord Wei’s meaning, I am hopeless at the third rank?”

Wei Yuan laughed, ”The third grade is already not the realm of mortals, relying on chance rather than bitter cultivation. Our Zhenbei King, who fought for ten years on the sands, hovered on the edge of life and death dozens of times, and lived towards death. You are all a bit short of the mark.”

The great eunuch who had no power in his hands but was able to convince the golden gongs under his hands continued, “Since there is no victory or defeat, the matter of personnel transfers will not be mentioned.”

Jiang Lunzhong nodded regretfully and said, “But there is one thing that I would like to ask for.”

Wei Yuan nodded.

Jiang Lizhong said, “What’s so peculiar about Causeway Xu Qi’an? It makes Yang Jinluo so valued that he is unwilling to part with it.”

Yang Yan’s attitude was very counterintuitive, if it was just an ordinary gong, with the face and friendship between the golden gongs, they usually wouldn’t refuse.

He was looking at Xu Qi’an’s ability to solve cases as well as the connections and friendships of the Sitian Supervisor, but these things, martial arts idiot Yang Yan never cared.

After Jiang Luchong finished speaking, he saw Nangong Qianlou skimming her mouth, somewhat disdainful, but more than that, she was unconvinced.

Sure enough, that gong named Xu Qi’an had a bigger secret, and that secret was known to Wei Yuan, Yang Yan, and Nangong Qianru.

“It’s not a big deal,” Wei Yuan took a sip of tea and pushed a copy of the household register on the table case to the edge of the case, “Knowing that you’re going to ask, I’ve specially prepared it, so look at it yourself.”

Jiang Ruizhong clasped his fists and reached over to turn over the family register, seeing the ratings written in red vermilion:

Armor up!

He looked at the two big words in bright red and didn’t say anything for a long time, after a few seconds, he stared at Yang Yan with a burning gaze, “One more fight, I’ll take this man.”

What is the concept of qualification on the A. With Wei Gong’s knowledge and vision, he will definitely not be aimless.

It meant that this person, Xu Qi’an, would become a great man in the future, or at least a gong like himself.

A talent like that has to be snatched up.

Yang Yan ignored him.

“Duke Wei!” Jiang Luzhong rubbed the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes, unconvinced, “You can’t show favoritism just because Yang Yan is your righteous son.”

Wei Yuan did not answer.

Jiang Lizhong shouted, “If you don’t give it, I’ll spread the word and see if Yang Yan can resist the other golden gongs.”

Wei Yuan frowned, “Unbridled.”