Moonlight and wind

Chapter 239: Guardian Manager

Shan Boyu shrugged his shoulders and jumped off the stage as if nothing had happened, completely different from the timid and weak look he had just shown. He picked up his bag and weapon bag and put them on his back, leaning against the stage pillar with his hands folded across his chest, squinting his eyes, facing the light, and looking at Shan Zimo on the stage.

"Come on!" Shan Zimo began to swing like a pendulum, and his arms punched fiercely in front of his chest.

"What kind of path is this?" the spectator asked in confusion.

"I've never seen that before!" After placing his bet, the spectator pondered, "Could he have cheated me? Did I bet on the wrong horse?"

"That's why you're ignorant!" A spectator who seemed to know everything said with a curled mouth, "Nowadays, talented people are springing up like mushrooms after rain. There are many ways we haven't seen before! Don't act like you haven't seen the world."

The man held the short stick in his hand and did not attack Shan Zimo immediately. He was observing what this strange Huazi was doing. At this time, Shan Zimo did not even use his internal force, so the golden Qi state that flashed around him naturally did not appear.

The two men were deadlocked on the ring, and neither of them took the initiative to attack. The spectators in the audience could no longer hold back and started shouting loudly.

The man who was urged was the first to lose his balance. With a low roar, the true Qi state around him appeared, energy flowed in the true Qi, the short stick shook violently, and the man suddenly disappeared!

The extremely fast movement made his figure as fast as the wind, and it was difficult for the spectators to catch his whereabouts with their naked eyes! Like stupid geese, they stretched their necks and looked around the ring.

Shan Zimo shook his head and blocked left and right. In the eyes of the spectators, he looked like a drunk madman!

However, even with this seemingly crazy look, she was able to perfectly block every attack from the man's short stick!

The man flashed to the opposite side of Shan Zimo. In such a situation where he could not find any flaws, he was a little angry and embarrassed. The Qi state around him became more dazzling, and the rolling air flow flowed around him. The man swung the short stick in his hand, raised it above his head, and with the help of the power of the short stick's rotation, he blew a gust of wind, making it impossible for the spectators to open their eyes!

What followed was a series of unpredictable attacks. The short stick was infused with his internal energy, and each stick was full of thunder power. This fierce attack made it much more difficult for Shan Zimo, who had not yet activated his internal energy, to cope with it!

"That's why these unconventional methods don't work!" The spectators started to mock Shan Zimo when they saw him defeated.

"What a waste of my two copper coins!"

"Are you as miserable as me? I bet one or two taels of silver!" The spectators were so excited that they even wanted to go on stage themselves to fight for Shan Zimo!

"Let's end it!" Shan Zimo showed an unruly smile.

Suddenly, the golden Qi realm flashed, and Shan Zimo faced the flying short stick. The stick came straight to his face, and Shan Zimo held the tip of the short stick with one hand, and the man was horrified! The next second, Shan Zimo flashed in front of the man along the short stick, and the distance was so close that the two of them almost kissed everything!

"Thank you!" The light shone on Shan Zimo's face, reflecting an unbridled and ostentatious smile.

Just when the man was stunned for a second, Shan Zimo suddenly turned around and threw the man out over his shoulder!

The flying man jumped over the railing of the arena, over the three layers of spectators below the stage, across the street, and was finally stopped by a shop opposite and fell heavily!

As soon as this move was performed, everyone's pupils expanded rapidly, their mouths opened, and for a moment they forgot to close them. Their heads tilted back along the route the man threw, forming a weird and exaggerated arc! Time stood still at that moment, and the air solidified!

Suddenly, the calm was broken by the surging cheers, and the spectators shouted and jumped in surprise!

"Two coins is too little! It's a huge loss!" The spectators were very excited.

At this time, Shan Zimo had already gathered his internal strength. He clasped his hands in front of his chest, tilted his head, and looked at the joyous crowd below the stage with a faint unruly smile.

"What's his name?" the spectators asked each other.

The registration clerk quickly flipped through the book and shouted, "Hong Qigong!"

"Master Hong! Master Hong!" The audience cheered!

Shan Zimo jumped off the stage, walked to the registration desk and held out his hand, "Give me the money!"

"Hahaha!" The corner of Su Mansion's housekeeper Ye's mouth slightly raised, and that smile was somewhat calm and indifferent, "Come with me, how about coming to the Su Mansion to be the head guard?"

"I appreciate your kindness," Shan Zimo scratched his head, because he was really itchy from washing for so many days, "but I am just passing through, I want to earn some money for my journey, I really don't want to stay here for a long time, please forgive me."

"Okay!" Butler Ye nodded approvingly. "Of course the hero wants to be the hero of the world. I, a small guard steward, really wronged the hero. Why don't you come to the Su Mansion during your stay in Hefeng Town? It will be our honor to do something for the hero!"

"Since Butler Ye has invited me so warmly, I cannot refuse. I'd better obey your command!" Shan Zimo bowed and the two smiled at each other.

"Hey, just give me his share of the money from the competition!" Shan Boyu watched Shan Zimo leave with Butler Ye, and urged the waiter to pay the money.

The waiter took out a small silver ingot weighing five taels and placed it on the table. Shan Boyu quickly grabbed it, put it in his lapel, and caught up with Shan Zimo.

"We're finally here!" Yuwen Lin stood on the carriage and looked up at the plaque on the city gate. "Hefeng Town, this young master will rest here for two days! Jianyun!"

"exist!"

"Hurry up and find the best inn!" Yu Wenlin sat down and leaned against the door frame. "Ask them to prepare orchid soup and a banquet. Young Master, you must enjoy yourself!"

Jian Yun whipped the horse and drove away, and once he looked out of the car, he said, "Master Yuwen has suffered a lot on the way!"

"It's a bit hard," Yu Wenlin sat up straight and looked at him with a smile, "As long as Zimo takes me out to play, I'll beg for food!"

The carriage slowly drove into Hefeng Town, and the bustling streets made everyone excited.

"There are so many people there!" Zi Ling'er stuck her head out of the car window and pointed to the crowded street not far away.

"No need to look, that must be the arena!" Yijianhui said confidently while sitting in the car, "I can tell by the drumbeats! Li, stop the car, I want to go down and take a look!"

"Master, how about we go back and rest for a while before coming back?" Li was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back.

"It's okay, you go first, I'll come find you after I take a look!" As he said that, he leaned out of the carriage, and Jianyun happened to come back.

"Master, there is a Shunyi Inn in the back street. You can go there to meet us after watching the competition!" Jianyun jumped off the horse and helped Yijianhui get off the carriage.

"Thank you!" Yi Yihui trotted into the crowd. As he was pushing forward, he felt something flying over his head. He also tilted his head back like everyone else, "What kind of divine power is this!"