On the open-air platform of Lanya Colosseum, Xiu Yi stood opposite a group of noble men and women.

As soon as he said this, the noble young man in front of him said a little dissatisfied: "Are you questioning the lord's ability?"

Xiu Yi smiled and replied: "No, Your Excellency, I am very clear about the power that Lord Lord has. The sixth-level space master plus the fourth-level water system cultivation, it is hard to say that even a star warrior defeats such a person. But I know more clearly that force does not represent everything. Even magical magic cannot make people do anything at will, otherwise there will be no crime in this world, and the person sitting on the throne of the emperor will not need His Majesty Strick."

The noble young man was choked by Xiu Yi's words, and he could even hear the smirking of the beauties beside him. This made him extremely dissatisfied:

"But no matter what, as long as that Shuiglair dares to show up, his result will be captured. He is like a rat in a gutter, causing everyone to be at peace for him. If he dares to appear in front of me, I swear I will use this sword to cut off his feet."

The noble young man proudly patted the magical sword under his waist.

His "bold words" attracted his companion, another brown young man's answer: "That's right. If Shuiglair dares to appear in front of me, I will definitely grab him with my own hands. I will give his head to Lord Lord, and then use the bounty of the empire to buy the most beautiful gem, Emerald Heart, to Mrs. Christine, and inlaid it on your necklace. Only your beauty is worthy of the treasure worth ten thousand Jinweit."

"Oh, that's exactly what I want to say." The young man with a silver bow tie hurriedly shouted. Obviously, he was deeply dissatisfied with his complimentary words that his companion had snatched away.

It can be seen that this topic has attracted the attention of many people.

A large group of young nobles "had a common hatred of the enemy" and said that as long as Shuiglair dared to appear, he must be captured on the spot and prove their courage to the ladies they like.

And the object of their flattery was the beautiful lady called Mrs. Christine who was holding a wine glass and looking at herself with curious eyes.

Until now, she had not said a word. When it was Xiuyi, she vaguely remembered some rumors about the name Christine.

He heard that there was a rich widow in the Lance Empire that once moved the empire's former emperors and tried to marry her, but in the end he failed. The widow seemed to be named Christine. Could it be that Christine was the beautiful and charming lady in front of him who was sought after by all men?

Unexpectedly, Christine was not satisfied with the compliment of the man who was flattering around her, but instead frowned unconsciously, as if she was very dissatisfied.

Xiu Yi finally couldn't help saying, "Please be honest, I don't think it would be good for her to give this lady a gem worth ten thousand goldwitters."

Everyone looked at Xiuyi in surprise, and even the lady named Christine opened her eyes wide and looked at Xiuyi.

The brown young man was a little angry: "Are you trying to say that Mrs. Christine is not worthy?"

"I want to fight you for your words!" The young man in a silver bow tie was ready to pull out his white gloves.

As long as he throws his white gloves around Xiuyi, Xiuyi will either choose to accept the duel or choose to leave in shame.

At that time, Mrs. Christine, who was surrounded by stars like a crowd, suddenly spoke: "Why don't you listen to the gentleman's reasons before making a decision? The sage said that impulse will only cause wrong decisions."

Then the beautiful lady looked at Xiuyi with her wonderful eyes: "I don't think you mean that, right? Although you are very young, you can see that you are not a person who speaks without restraint. You have a mysterious temperament, and I can feel that you must be a person who has had many interesting experiences."

"Mrs. I just want to say that true beauty does not need any ornaments to set off. Hanging gems on your body will only cover up your brilliance after those gorgeous decorations. Just like real oil paintings, you never have to care about the exquisiteness of the picture frame. If the lady wears such a gem necklace, it is hard for me to imagine that people will pay more attention to your gems or you more." Xiuyi replied.

So that's how it was, everyone suddenly realized.

Christine chuckled softly, and Xiuyi's words obviously spoke to her heart. Looking at the nobles on the entire platform, she had the least ornaments, but the men around her had the most. She was a woman who knew how to show herself very much. In her opinion, the function of those luxurious ornaments should be used to reflect the beauty of a woman, rather than to scatter the main points.

Between wealth and beauty, she attaches more importance to the latter.

Those women who think that stacking messy ornaments on their bodies can make themselves more beautiful are undoubtedly stupid. They do not know how to use their strengths. Even if it is a string of the most ordinary bead chains, as long as they are just rightly matched with them, they are more meaningful than jewelry worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Everyone looked at Xiu Yi at the same time. The young man was obviously very knowledgeable. Although he was young, he was gentle and elegant, elegant, and spoke in a very organized manner. Many nobles who were not clear about the details thought that this was an elite figure trained by which family.

The brown young man said unconvincedly: "This is an excuse for the civilians. They can use this reason to win the hearts of the girls without spending a penny."

A large group of noble young men echoed and laughed.

Xiuyi also smiled and said, "You are right, this gentleman. But I think at least the civilians will not use a vain fugitive to prove their loyalty to love. Speaking of Xiuyigra is worth ten thousand Jinweits at least. I wonder if you can never catch him, will you be in a financially awkward situation like the civilians? Perhaps I can use more direct language to describe your statement: it is called "painting cakes to satisfy your hunger."

"Dare you dare to insult me?" the brown young man screamed.

Xiu Yi smiled and said, "I don't think it's an insult. Maybe you think it's amazing, but in my eyes you are not more valuable than a fugitive. Ten thousand Jinweits... I believe that the Lance Empire will at least not offer you such a price."

This sentence obviously belittles the other party to the point where he is not even as good as a fugitive, and everyone looks at the brown young man at the same time.

The young man who was so reasonable that Xiu Yi was angry in his heart, he quickly took out his white gloves and threw them in front of Xiu Yi: "I, the Viscount of the Molar family, will challenge you in the name of the beautiful Christine!"

In Fengming Da 6, the most unabundant legends and stories may be about duels.

As long as you want, you can hear about two nobles having a duel over something and a quarrel almost every day. Once the duel begins, both sides can openly kill each other without considering any legal consequences. The party who fails the duel has no right to claim the loss to the winner.

It seems that women are indeed easily the cause of all chaos. In just a few minutes, two men have prepared or have made duel requests to Xiuyi.

This made Xiuyi feel a little funny.

He looked at the white gloves on the ground. He knew that as long as he picked up the pair of white gloves, he would officially accept the other party's duel request.

A melodious music sounded in my ears. Xiu Yi knew that it was time for the opening of the Purple Loren Song and Dance Team.

Shuyi ignored the other party's anger and the white gloves on the ground, walked to the crystal curtain wall and looked at the stage below.

Amid the sound of the tone music from the copper tube, the curtain of the stage slowly opened. The first scene on the stage was the gloomy and horrifying background atmosphere:

The towering palace walls are guarded by guards holding big swords. On one side of the stage is a large gong with a cold light, and on top is a row of wooden stakes, with more than a dozen distorted heads hanging on them. A group of people are surrounded there, as if waiting for something.

Finally, a minister came out and he solemnly declared: "People in the capital, listen carefully: the noble princess Turando has issued three riddles for the prince consort. Anyone who intends to accept the conscription can come and guess riddles, but if he can't guess, he will die!"

The performance has begun.

Looking at the stage, Xiu Yi's tightly pursed lips finally showed a smile.

His indifference and disregard further angered the brown young man.

He shouted to Xiuyi's back: "Don't you dare? A guy who is afraid of life and death, if you are afraid of death, immediately apologize to me and my friends. I can consider revoking my duel request."

At this moment, the noble young man was as proud as a king who was tall and above. His eyes looked at Christine, the beauty beside him, full of confidence.

Xiu Yi looked at the stage outside the crystal curtain wall, watched the performance on the stage for a while, and confirmed that the girls were in good condition, he slowly turned around and said to the noble young man: "I have no interest in such a duel invitation, so I reject your request."

A buzzing sound suddenly occurred among the masses, and people looked at Xiu Yi with contempt.

Rejecting a duel request made by a nobleman is always considered a manifestation of cowardice in the upper class. Many aristocratic young people often accept duels even when they know they are dead.

There are very few people like Xiuyi who refuse to fight. Therefore, at this moment, even the extremely beautiful Christine frowned in dissatisfaction.

This is the first time that someone openly expressed his refusal to fight in front of her. Although she often thinks that duels are one of the stupidest behaviors of men, she still feels very uncomfortable when she sees someone refuses.

Perhaps every woman is like this, they are happy to see men jealous and even fight.

The brown young man laughed proudly: "Since you have admitted that you are a coward, then apologize to me!"

Xiu Yi shook her head gently: "I think you misunderstood what I mean. The reason I rejected your invitation to duel is not because I am afraid of you, but because it is really unnecessary."

"No need? How could a duel for glory and dignity be unnecessary?" the young man yelled.

A mocking smile appeared on Xiuyi's face:

"For glory and dignity? Lord Viscount Moral, that may be your lifelong pursuit, but unfortunately, it is not mine."

As he said that, he walked back to the middle of the venue, looked at the people who were looking around him, and he said aloud:

"I know you were born in a wealthy family and had no worries about food and clothing since childhood. I can imagine that you never knew what hardships the outside world was. You have never struggled on the real line of life and death, so you never knew the value of life and the true meaning. Because you don't understand the truth, you are innocent to think that dignity and glory can represent everything. A person can even duel for dignity and glory, and he will spare his life just for some insulting words or winning the favor of a beautiful woman. This is a typical idealistic approach, an irresponsible for life."

"Unlike you, I don't come from a family of noble blood. The place where I once lived can be said to be the darkest bottom of the world. Even in slums, it is much stronger than that kind of place. The shadows I face every day, I have to work hard and be humble to gain a little qualification to live. I have to smile at those who persecuted me and give them the sweetest lies to make my life a little better. Dignity and glory... Haha, that was never what I pursue. If I pursue them, then I would never be able to stand here and talk to you now."

"So, I know the value of life. I know how hard-earned life and freedom are. I will never duel with others for the glory and dignity of nothingness, because I know how to cherish life. As high-ranking nobles, you regard life as a joke, but I'm sorry, that's not my style."

"If I want to pick up a weapon, I am by no means for ridiculous dignity, glory, or a beauty who doesn't love me. The moment I pick up a weapon, it usually means that I have the confidence and confidence to defeat my opponent. For me, it's not a duel, but a killing."

"So, if you want to duel with me, you must be mentally prepared first. I mean...the real...the awareness of facing it."

Everyone was stunned by this. No one noticed that while Xiu Yi was speaking, his people were slowly approaching the brown young man.

Just when Viscount Moral realized that Xiu Yi was too close to him, Xiu Yi suddenly flew forward, his left hand had already pinched the other person's throat, and his right hand picked up a knife from the dining table, aimed it at Viscount's eyes and inserted it.

"Ah!" A series of screams rang out.

The knife stayed on Viscount Moral's eyelids.

"Let him go!" Many people shouted at the same time, and several warriors rushed here, trying to pull away Xiu Yi, who had seriously threatened the other party's life.

Xiu Yi said coldly: "Whoever dares to get close to me, I will poke him blind."

Everyone stopped at the same time.

Xiuyi looked at Viscount Moral with a playful look on his face: "Now, apologize to me."

"No!" Viscount Moral shouted.

The knife pressed on the eyelids with a slight force. Viscount's eyeball obviously felt that the pressure above was seriously pressing his eyeballs. His other eye could read the hidden meaning from Xiu Yi's cold smile: he was absolutely willing to snatch his eyes off without any timidity.

"I'll give you another last chance! Apologize to me," he said.

"I apologize!" Molar screamed without thinking, and he was trembling all over.

Damn, this guy is a devil!

A satisfied smile appeared on Xiuyi's face. He let go of the left hand that grabbed Molar's throat, patted his face, and then said softly: "Look, just one eye can make you bow your head. So how will you behave when you face the real one? It seems that you are not as brave as you imagined, right?"

This sentence hit the Viscount Moral hard. He always thought it was a glorious thing to die for glory. But at this moment when danger really oppressed him, he realized that he was not as fearless as he imagined.

The boy in front of him mercilessly exposed his self-righteous strength, just a few words and an ordinary table knife.

He completely destroyed the viscount's will and he was almost collapsed.

Looking at the other person's frightened expression, Xiu Yi then said: "Very good, at least now you have learned to give up dignity and glory in front of you, and to learn to survive are the first priority. You have realized that everything you pursue is actually so ridiculous. When you have such an understanding, perhaps one day in the future, when you really face the threat, you will have the courage to face all suffering."

As he said that, he gently pushed Viscount Moral away and threw the knife aside.

Then he bent down and picked up the white gloves that Viscount Moral had thrown down.
Chapter completed!