The young man's intentions naturally couldn't be concealed from Su Qingluan, but his really angered Su Qingluan. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info The man's words just now implied that Su Qingluan was a wronged person who would complain to the emperor, but now this young man is blatantly sarcastic about her messing with her sons and buddies in Beijing.

Whether this was a strategy they used to provoke her in the battle with Su Qingluan, or it was just an expression of their disrespectful attitude, these words were enough to punish her. Whether it is the identity of the eldest princess Su Qingluan or the identity of the lord of Xiaoyao, they are all disrespectful, so it is necessary to teach them a profound lesson.

"Leave the nonsense for later, and show off any weapons in your hand! lest you regret not using weapons if you lose." Su Qingluan smiled lightly, his gaze swept through the crowd, and finally fixed on one of the unassuming old men, "I heard that the Yang Pavilion Master is strong in martial arts, how about a conversation later?"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help frowning, this old man surnamed Yang was Yang Lu, the pavilion master of the Xiaoyaowei Branch of Liangcheng in the Northwest Liangcheng, who had practiced the eagle claw skill perfectly, and his shots had always been ruthless, and he had never died against the enemy, and he didn't know how many heroes in the green forest had died in his hands. In terms of martial arts in Xiaoyaowei, he is the first person.

This newcomer eldest princess faced him, it was more than lucky, I really don't know whether to say that her newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, or stupid!

But what everyone cares more about is how Su Qingluan recognized Yang Lu before they reported their home, even if they knew about it before, it was impossible to recognize it at a glance. Su Qingluan could recognize Yang Lu, and he would definitely be able to recognize them, and for a while, the voices that whispered about Su Qingluan suddenly became much quieter.

Yang Lu was equally curious about how Su Qingluan could recognize him at a glance in the crowd, and finally he came to the conclusion that she had obtained the portraits and news of some of them from the Queen Mother.

"It's good to be confident, but it's not necessarily a good thing to be overconfident, and young people shouldn't be so impulsive. If it is hurt, the Queen Mother and her old man will be distressed. Yang Lu didn't have much expression on his face, but the complicated expression that flashed in his eyes when he mentioned the Queen Mother did not escape Su Qingluan's eyes.

Su Qingluan did not respond to Yang Lu's words, but said to the young man, "Do it!"

After the lesson of the man just now, the young man used his portable sword regardless of face, and everyone saw the fate of the man just now, whether it was caused by the light enemy, or the skill was inferior to others, but the end was in front of everyone.

"Offended. The young man suddenly shouted, and then raised his sword and stepped up, this time he used three layers of skill, which contained the lion's roar of Buddhism, so that the people present who were not high in martial arts were stunned by this sudden roar. In an instant, everyone understood that this young man's methods were just to disrupt Su Qingluan's mind and then take the lead.

But his wishful thinking was wrong, and the young man's roar was no different from ordinary voices in the ears of people at the level of Su Qingluan, Su Qingyu, and Yang Lu.

The young man's swordsmanship moves are ethereal and flexible, and I saw him dancing his sword around Su Qingluan to test a few moves, and then flying up and down, his movements were ethereal and fast. I saw that Su Qingluan was surrounded by the young man's sword moves, and everyone thought that even if she was undefeated under the young man's sword, she was bound to be injured, but some people also saw it clearly.

This young man, including the man just now, one is the master of the Soul Leaving Pavilion in Wucheng, and the other is the master of the Soul Leaving Pavilion in Yancheng, Wu Cheng and Yancheng both belong to the northwest territory, so they are all from Yang Lu's faction, and the northwest boundary contains nearly one-third of the land in Dajing, so one-third of the people in Xiaoyaowei support Yang Lu. And these two people were instructed by Yang Lu to give her a dismount, even if she can't be allowed to suffer, you can also test her depth.

And the competition between Su Qingluan and the young man is not over yet, in the eyes of everyone, Su Qingluan was pressed by the young man's fierce swordsmanship and had no power to fight back, but he didn't know that the young man was suffering at the moment. Because for some reason, it was clear that Su Qingluan didn't make any moves, but he forced him to move his feet up and down without touching the ground, and if he went on like this, if he didn't admit defeat, he would only end up, that is, he would die of exhaustion, but now he didn't want to admit defeat, then he had to see if the same person in front of him disagreed.

"Princess, you are admitting defeat under the next, please spare your life. The young man was forced to cry out for mercy.

"Oh?" Su Qingluan raised his eyebrows, his palm flew over, and he slapped it on the young man's chest. The young man flew out after the statue, and did not stop until he hit the pillar, and those who were close hurried to help him, but saw that the young man had already vomited blood and fainted.

Seeing this, a man in a dark blue robe asked sharply, "Princess, are you a little too much, how can you be so heavy-handed to our Weizhong brothers to convince the public, I think you better go back, we don't need a ruthless master like you." As soon as the man's words landed, the other people from the Yang Lu faction also coaxed, and some of the rest followed suit, but many of them remained silent and waited for the development of the situation.

Looking at the group of people who were coaxing, Su Qingluan laughed angrily, his left hand raised his hooked fingers slightly, and Su Qingyu, who had been silent behind him, flew up, and everyone felt a white shadow flash, and the most cheerful people in the crowd only felt a sharp pain in their throats, and then their limbs, and then they were thrown at Su Qingluan's feet one after another.

Seven or eight people in a row were removed by Su Qingyu's chin and limbs, and suddenly the hall was instantly quiet, looking at his companions sweating in pain but not making a sound, the rest of the people couldn't help but sweat their backs.

"Who else is not satisfied?" Su Qingluan hooked a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, and glanced at everyone from the corner of his eye.

The people of Yang Lu's faction didn't dare to shout anymore, and Yang Lu finally couldn't sit still, "Does the princess think it's appropriate to do this?

After listening to Yang Lu's words, the smile on Su Qingluan's face was fully retracted, and he looked at Yang Lu with anger in his eyes, "Pavilion Master Yang doesn't need to talk about the Queen Mother, if you want to stand up for them, just use your strength to speak." ”

"Okay, let the old man teach you how to be a man for the Queen Mother. Yang Lu stood up and strode towards Su Qingluan.

"The old thief is presumptuous, a slave does not leave the queen mother, and even more arrogantly offends the palace, how many heads do you have to cut off the palace, but where do you put the face of the queen mother!" looked at him with eyes full of fierceness.

"You!" Yang Lu was choked by Su Qingluan's words, and the red on his face didn't know whether he was angry or ashamed.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's see the real chapter under your hands!" After speaking, Su Qingluan took off the long whip that had been hanging from his waist, Yang Luan's reputation was there, and the kung fu in his hands was not fake.

"Okay, good, good, the old man also wants to learn the skills of the eldest princess Jing'an, and see if she is qualified to take over the carefree guard. Yang Lu's face was full of gloom.

Yang Lu practiced eagle claw skills, which belonged to foreign kung fu, and after decades of practice, his hands could be described as invulnerable. His claw grasped the stone, the stone was as vulnerable as tofu, and the thigh-thick tree trunk could be broken with one claw, let alone ordinary swords.

Su Qingluan's whip was made of the tendons of a giant python, flexible and sturdy, flying up and down in front of Yang Lu, agile and fast, but also tricky and ruthless, always leaving one or two traces on him in the gap between Yang Lu's defense.

Yang Lu's kung fu is a melee type and is not good at defense, the clothes on his body are almost tattered after a few rounds, and everyone watching the battle only feels that he is being pressed and beaten by Su Qingluan, but they don't know that Su Qingluan is also very depressed at this time.

Yang Lu's foreign kung fu practice is perfect, not only his hands and arms are extremely hard, but even the flesh and skin on his body are extraordinary, although it looks more embarrassed on the surface, but it does not really hurt the flesh and skin. There are also many real masters in the audience who understand, and they have nothing to say for the time being.

Sure enough, "Is the princess only so a means, let's go back and teach the rootless eunuchs a lesson!" Yang Lu said sarcastically, and shouted loudly, "Ho!" The already tattered clothes on the upper body instantly flew apart, revealing strong and dark muscles. As Su Qingluan thought, there was no trace of scars except for the green tendons that burst out at the roots.

In fact, the previous tricks, the two of them were just testing each other, and now is the real beginning, Su Qingluan had no expression on his face, but there was a smile in the depths of his eyes, and the whip in his hand was tightened, "Yang Lu, I hope you can always be so proud." ”

"Hmph!" Yang Lu didn't care about Su Qingluan's words, in his opinion, Su Qingluan was completely dying, what he had to worry about now was how to defeat this girl without hurting her too much, at least not let her die.

The two of them were talking, and they didn't slow down for a minute in their hands, and they felt that something was wrong when they beat Yang Lu, and they felt that the whip falling on their bodies didn't seem to be as painless as just now, but rather hot and painful. Looking down, good guy, the blood-colored whip marks were like hundreds of steel needles piercing, and blood beads came out through the skin.

The corners of Su Qingluan's mouth raised a smug smile, did he find out?

In fact, since Yang Lu burst his clothes, Su Qingluan opened the mechanism on the long whip, the core of this whip is made of special metal, and he specially found a famous craftsman to add the mechanism into it, as long as he gently pressed the switch at the handle, countless steel needles half an inch long will emerge, and the whole has become a thorn whip.

However, Yang Lu was still the first person to enjoy these steel needles, and he had been experimenting with the trunk of the tree before, and this whip would pull off a large piece of the bark with a slight whip, not to mention that Su Qingluan was now using fifty percent of his strength.

"At a young age, your mind is so vicious, I think it's better to waste your kung fu, and the province will beat your husband in the future," After finishing the words, Yang Lu's moves also became vicious.

"The outcome is not yet known, don't be too big!" Su Qingluan didn't care on her face, but she became serious in her heart, this Yang Lu's kung fu could not tolerate her carelessness, whether she could shock this group of people today depends on this battle with Yang Lu.

After the two became serious, the lethality to the surroundings increased significantly, and everyone watching the battle hurriedly retreated, for fear of being affected. Yang Lu's eagle claw skills are well-known and his moves are ruthless, specializing in the three fatal parts of Su Qingluan's eyes, throat and temples, and during the fight, he detains the stone pillar he catches and detains a stone the size of a human head, and in the blink of an eye, the stone crumbles into powder in his hand.

And Su Qingluan's whip may as well be more, Yang Luan's eagle grasping skill lies in cultivating the kung fu of the hands, and the lower plate is relatively weak compared to the whole body, her whip specializes in Yang Luan's lower three roads, leaving a series of ravines on the granite-paved ground, and the surrounding seats are also smashed, and for a while, smoke and dust flew in the hall.