A man walked to the flower shop, glanced at Jiang Luo and Liu Qingshan slightly, looked at the sign on the store door, and asked, "Boss, do you have fresh roses?"

He looked in his early twenties, wearing a dark gray casual outfit, with four or six minutes short hair, and carrying a guitar on his shoulder, which was ordinary like a grain of sand, walking on the street inconspicuously.

Cheng Hong quickly turned around, pointed to the rose cluster on the right, and smiled attentively, "Yes, this was just shipped at 8 o'clock in the morning."

The man nodded, walked into the flower shop slowly, poked the guitar at the counter, walked to the roses, lowered his head and sniffed, "Yes, it's my favorite Lincheng rose. I want a hundred."

"Okay, I'll pack it for you right away. Do you need to write a greeting card?" Cheng Hong asked.

The man tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Just find a greeting card, write four words and go all the way."

Cheng Hong was slightly surprised and asked with a smile: "Your friend is going to travel far?"

"Well, he may not be able to come back this time. I want to do my best." After the man said that, he looked left and then, as if he had a strong interest in every flower.

A few minutes later, Cheng Hong picked up a hundred roses, wrapped them in pink plastic paper, spread out the brightly colored greeting card, but picked up the pen but hesitated, "Sir, how about changing the congratulations to a smooth journey?"

The man didn't even look back, staring at a bunch of stars and said, "Don't change it, write as I said."

Cheng Hong had no choice but to write the congratulations and asked again: "Do you still need to write the name of the flower collector?"

The man whispered: "His name is Jiang Luo, Jiang Ziya's Jiang, Luo of Luo of the Goddess of Luo."

Jiang Luo heard clearly at the door, and just swallowed a large mouthful of watermelon, almost choked, and the cucumber skin in his hand fell to the ground with a squeak.

He stood up and looked at the man carefully, be sure that he didn't know him at all.

Liu Qingshan was surprised and said, "Junior brother, is he your friend?"

"No, I don't know him," Jiang Luo shook his head.

The man turned around calmly, his eyes as calm as well as water, and his lips thrust, bringing a mysterious smile.

"Hello, let me introduce myself. My name is Yan Heping, the captain of Qilin Team."

"Are you Yan Heping?" Jiang Luo asked in surprise.

Yan Heping shrugged and spread his hands and said, "Don't I look like me?"

Jiang Luo shook his head, "I am blunt, your image is too different from the legend."

Yan Heping is very famous and once known as the Chinese military spirit. He has made great achievements in his 15 years of joining the army. His influence in the Qilin team is second only to the iron-blooded instructor Xie Donglai.

But only a few people have seen his true face. Therefore, it has been rumored that he is a real version of 007, tall, handsome, romantic, and able to kill people while chatting and laughing.

The man in front of him was less than 1.75 meters tall, with a dull look, and a guitar on his back. No matter how he looked, he looked like a depressed and unsuccessful literary youth, without any military appearance.

Yan Heping laughed dryly and pointed to the flowers in Cheng Hong's hand, "It may not be true to see them, let alone hear them? Mr. Jiang, I give this bouquet of flowers to you, I hope you can go all the way."

Jiang Luo's face suddenly sank. Before the duel, he told his opponent that he would go all the way, which was naked provocation and contempt.

"Mr. Yan, I'm afraid you will be disappointed and I won't lose."

Yan Heping whispered: "Yes, no matter how you win or lose, the dead."

Jiang Luo was too lazy to quarrel with him, so he changed the subject and asked, "How do you know I'm here?"

Yan Heping rolled up the long sleeves of his shirt, revealing a Cartier watch, and said, "There is a quiet satellite positioning system on the watch. I found it all the way according to the system's instructions."

"So that's it," Jiang Luo continued lightly.

Liu Qingshan looked at Yan Heping carefully, but did not find any spiritual power from the other party. He said curiously: "Mr. Yan, are you a monk?"

Yan Heping shook his head, "I am different from you. You are the inheritance of cultivation, and I am the inheritance of martial arts."

Jiang Luo said: "That's great. I have long wanted to compete with a real martial arts master. The opportunity has finally come.

Mr. Yan, when are you going to fight?"

Yan Heping was silent for a moment, and said, "If you are convenient, I will pick you up at 8 o'clock tonight."

"No, just tell me the location, I'll go by myself," Jiang Luo said firmly, not wanting to give the other party a chance to find out his strength.

Yan Heping said: "The Guoan Martial Arts Museum, on the first floor of the underground floor, there will be a heavyweight boxing match at 8 o'clock tonight, so the players will naturally be you and me."

Jiang Luo frowned, thinking that he had heard it wrong, "Why go to the boxing competition? Shouldn't our competition be held secretly?"

"It's okay to have a few more spectators, and I've agreed to the owner," Yan Heping said, carrying the guitar again and walked out.

"Mr. Jiang, see you in the evening. The proprietress, just give him the flowers."

Cheng Hong shouted: "Mr. Yan, you haven't paid yet."

"This is the flower given to Jiang Luo, please let him pay," Yan Heping said lightly, stepped forward a little, and instantly rushed to more than ten meters away.

Cheng Hong rolled his eyes, threw away the unlucky greeting card, and handed the flowers to Jiang Luo, "I've given it to you, I won't ask for it. I wish you a victory and a success."

Jiang Luo took the fragrant rose and smiled and said, "Sister Hong, thank you."

"This Yan Heping is so weird and strange. He doesn't even want to pay for the money to buy flowers. He is so stingy," Liu Qingshan muttered.

Jiang Luo rubbed his temples and felt a little dazed, and he couldn't even believe that the person just now was Yan Heping.

"Junior brother, Sister Hong and I will come to the scene to cheer you up in the evening," Liu Qingshan clenched his fists and encouraged him.

"Thank you, I won't lose," Jiang Luo said confidently.

Cheng Hong said softly: "It really doesn't work. We are in the audience, secretly helping you. Although the martial arts master is strong, he is far less sensitive than the cultivator. If we add some water, he may not be able to discover it."

Jiang Luo shook his head decisively, "I appreciate your kindness, but I want to win him openly. If you can't even win a captain of Qilin, you may be led by Qilin in the future."

He did not understand Yan Heping's strength, but he had seen Guo Qirui's skills. He heard that the captain of the first, second and third teams had similar strength. He expected Yan Heping was not much stronger than Guo Qirui.

Last month, he was trapped in the Lotus Village and Guo Qirui had to rely on him to rescue him, so he had no timidity or sense of crisis when he fought against Yan Heping.

Liu Qingshan laughed, "I really have a talent, I am worthy of being my junior brother."

After chatting for a while, Jiang Luo got up and said goodbye. After returning home, he gave the rose to Luo Churan without mentioning the evening duel.

Luo Churan received the roses, smelled the intoxicating fragrance, and was filled with joy, and smiled sweetly: "I will share half of Xiaomeng in a while. The remaining roses can be used as pastries, and the Meiyun cake is so fragrant."
Chapter completed!