He stared straight at Meng Yan, his face became gloomy, returning to his former coldness, silent, but with a kingly aura between heaven and earth, he overrode Meng Yan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Meng Yan was not afraid, but instead laughed and said, "The three thousand princes of the Great Snow Country, who are all-round in civil and military affairs, are also attracted by the wildflowers on this mountain!" It's really an eye-opener! ”

"Who are you?"

Xue Sanqian finally couldn't help but ask.

"Under the mask, the third prince is polite!"

Meng Yan bowed his hand and saluted, but it did not arouse Xue Sanqian's favor towards him.

"Blindfolded?"

Xue Sanqian frowned, and looked at Meng Yan carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this Meng Yan was a little familiar.

Suddenly......

"I've seen you! You are a member of the Umon Kingdom! ”

Xue Sanqian had fought with Meng Yan when he was fighting with Wumeng in the bamboo forest, so he had a slight impression of Meng Yan.

Meng Yan heard that Xue Sanqian recognized him, the corners of his mouth hooked up, and he smiled evilly.

"The third prince has such a good memory! I recognized it at a glance! ”

Meng Yan knew that Xue Sanqian recognized his identity, not only was he not in a hurry, but like an old friend, he chatted with Xue Sanqian calmly.

"The people of Wumeng Country~ Why did they come to our Snow Country?" Citroen held the purple gold sword in his hand and stood up with awe-inspiring righteousness.

The Great Snow Country and the Wumeng Kingdom have always been at odds, and they have been fighting all the year round, and the people of the two countries almost do not interact with each other and never trade, so the Wumeng Kingdom suddenly has such a few powerful characters, and Xue Sanqian and Citroen also have to be vigilant.

"Of course, it's to enjoy the flowers and see the scenery!"

Meng Yan said leisurely, as he spoke, he also glanced at the Buddha with a deep meaning.

What does he look at me?

The Buddha frowned in confusion.

"We don't have anything to see in the Snow Country, a few ~ please go back!"

Xue Sanqian glanced at Meng Yan coldly, and did not give Meng Yan a good face.

"The third prince is so unwelcoming to guests from afar, isn't it~ a little too rude! We clearly see the plum blossoms on this mountain, and they are the best! ”

This plum blossom is not the plum blossom of the other, although Meng Yan is something else in the words, but the snow three thousand wisdom is outstanding, but also understand, the plum blossom in Meng Yan's words is the Buddha that he refers to.

When Xue Sanqian heard this, his face changed suddenly, and he seemed to be a different person in an instant, and he pulled out the purple gold sword in Xue Tielong's hand, and slashed it unexpectedly with lightning speed.

"Then this plum blossom~ is not something you can appreciate!"

The roar of rage rang out from the top of the mountain.

Meng Yan is also angry!

"It's up to you!"

Meng Yan heard Xue Sanqian's words, and saw Xue Sanqian draw his sword so unceremoniously and slash at him, he raised his gaze sharply, suddenly pulled out the long sword in Wushen's hand, and then faced it with great momentum.

"Ping Pong! ~Ping Pong! ～”

In a few seconds, the two of them were already fighting together, and then, Citroen, Lao Yang, and Wushen also joined the camp and followed the fight.

Seeing this amazing scene, the Buddha was puzzled.

"Huh?! How did they fight? ”

She asked Wu Shimei strangely, and at noon Mei replied: "These people~ may be spies sent by the Wumeng Kingdom!"

Although Mei hadn't seen Meng Yan at noon, according to Xue Sanqian's conversation with Meng Yan, he had already guessed the identities of Meng Yan and the others.

"Spies?"

At the mention of spies, the Buddha suddenly couldn't help but think of Xue Sanqian's words.

Could it be that ~ Xue Sanqian said that I was a spy of the Wumeng Kingdom, just because of them?

She couldn't help but start to suspect that the suspicion that she was being labeled a spy had something to do with them.

No! I don't even know them! Probably not!

The Buddha vetoed his own idea again.

At this time, Meng Yan and Xue Sanqian fought for several rounds, holding their swords against each other, and accidentally stopped.

Meng Yan praised: "The third prince is really extraordinary!" You can even turn in a few rounds with me! ”

"If you don't have good skills, how can you fight with your Wumeng Kingdom!? No more nonsense! Look at the sword! ”

"Then let's have a good discussion!"

After a pause of less than two minutes, the two fought fiercely again.

"Ping Pong! ~Ping Pong! ～”

The friction of the sword blade stirred up layers of electric flint, and the three thousand snow and Meng Yan fought in full swing, and it was difficult to give up, and the sword qi swept down a piece of red plum, rolling up bursts of brilliant petal rain.

The battle began to attract a number of people coming over.

When the Buddha saw this, his heart was disturbed.

No way! I can't let them fight any more! If they continue to fight like this, my business will be affected! How else can I make money after being affected? Can't go on them anymore!

So, the civet suddenly rushed to the front line and thumped his feet to prevent the two sides from fighting.

"Hey! Don't fight! Stop it! Don't interfere with my business! You have to fight elsewhere, don't fight here! Stop fighting! Stop it! ”

The Buddha is not here to persuade the fight, but to drive people away!

"Buddha! Be careful! The sword has no eyes! ”

At noon, Mei nervously followed.

"Shi Mei! I'm going to stop them! Otherwise, it will leave a bad impression on customers! We can't affect business! Absolutely not! ”

With that, the tanuki suddenly rushed into the middle of the battle and began to dissuade him hysterically.

"Stop fighting! Stop it! I said stop fighting! ……”

The Buddha, who often plays fencing, thinks that she has the kung fu of a two-legged cat to deal with the sword and sword in front of her, but she overestimates herself and puts herself in danger.

Xue Sanqian and Meng Yan tried their best to avoid the Buddha and attack each other.

But an accident came suddenly, and no one could control it, and Xue Sanqian and Meng Yan's sword blades stabbed at the Buddha back and forth.

The Buddha couldn't hide back and forth, and watched in astonishment as Xue Sanqian's sword blade stabbed at him, his face turned pale.

"Be careful!"

said that it was too late, and when Xue Sanqian and Meng Yan's swords were stabbing at the Buddha's body, at noon, Mei rushed up with an arrow, tightly protected the Buddha in her arms, and turned around sharply, but fortunately avoided the main sword blade.

However, they were only lucky enough to dodge the main damage, not all of them.

The blade of the sword deviated slightly, and accidentally, the sword of the mask cut off a few strands of hair pouring from the back of the Buddha's back, while Xue Sanqian's sword cut the right arm of the afternoon Mei.

The two dodged to the side.

At this time, Meng Yan, Xue Sanqian and others saw that someone was injured, so they finally raised their swords and stopped fighting.

"Shi Mei! Are you okay? ”

And the Buddha found the blood stained on Mei's arm at noon, and began to lose color in horror.

"I'm fine!"

At noon, Mei endured the pain and smiled casually, but her head couldn't help but sweat.

He didn't say anything, but he knew very well in his heart that Xue Sanqian's sword just now was too sharp, and although it was only a slight stroke, it had already cut a wound on his arm that was about five or six centimeters deep and about seven or eight centimeters long.

(To be continued.) )