Jiang Xiaoyu, who was forcibly pulled off the martial arts arena, shook off Ji Wushuang's hand angrily, "I said you are not annoyed!" Don't you see me doing something serious? I'll talk about it later! ”

Where is Ji Wushuang willing to listen, he grabbed Jiang Xiaoyu and asked with red eyes, "Wait a minute, why in your heart, there will always be something more important than me!" Jiang Xiaoyu, can't you leave a little time for me? ”

"What time to spare! Didn't you see that Yu Qingyang's injuries were still healed? Throw himself where he is, and he will not be eaten alive by this group of people! Get out of the way! ”

Jiang Xiaoyu had no time to care about Ji Wushuang's mood at the moment, although the competition just now did not really distinguish the winner or loser, but the other party's martial arts were obviously beyond imagination, a sect leader was so powerful, then Ouyang Jian was even more unfathomable! Yu Qingyang's martial arts Jiang Xiaoyu knew very well that it could not be his opponent in the duel!

Ji Wushuang seemed to be on a par with him, holding Jiang Xiaoyu's arm with both hands, his eyes were red, his mouth was pursed, and he didn't say anything and let go! Jiang Xiaoyu couldn't use force again, struggled a few times, stomped his feet helplessly, pulled Ji Wushuang to the front of Mao Qing, and complained dissatisfiedly, "Dead face paralysis, didn't you get up in your head today?" Can't you see that Yu Qingyang is not Ouyang Jian's opponent? You don't have to worry~"

"Brother Jiang is too worried!" Meng Jiang shook the paper fan and replied lazily, "Although my father-in-law is a martial arts idiot and likes to compete with others, he has a good grasp of the strength in his hands, and he will never hurt the jade boy!" ”

"Hmph, you're light!" Jiang Xiaoyu snorted coldly, but he was not as anxious as just now, and turned his head to look at the martial arts arena. "Yu Qingyang's injury is not healed yet, this dead old man is in such a hurry to compete with others, what kind of kindness can he have!"

Meng Jiang smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly, "Jiang Shaoxia, the dead old man in your mouth is your father-in-law!" ”

Jiang Xiaoyu rolled her eyes, obviously asking what was it?

"I haven't seen him for sixteen years, but he has changed a lot!" Mao Qing stared at the two people who had already started the battle in the arena and said lightly.

Meng Jiang couldn't help but smile and said, "Sir doesn't know, my father-in-law's obsession with martial arts has increased with age. I didn't know what it was or why. I just heard the meaning of my father's words. This knot still comes from Mr. Yu! Presumably sixteen years ago, my father-in-law should have been defeated very badly! ”

"You beat him? Or sixteen years ago? Jiang Xiaoyu glared at Miaoqing in surprise.

Hao Qing glanced at him and asked rhetorically, "Is your question the first half of the sentence or the second half of the sentence?" ”

"It's too arrogant. You. You're so arrogant! Jiang Xiaoyu pointed at Mao Qing. I was so angry that I couldn't speak.

Meng Jiang couldn't help but laugh at him, "I said Brother Jiang, Mr. is arrogant." There is also arrogant capital. Do you know that Ouyang Jian has never been defeated in the rivers and lakes! ”

"I'll go, this duel is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!" Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the duel in the martial arts arena, which was already unsuspenseful, and his heart moved, Ji Wushuang obviously knew him better than anyone else, and the hands that were climbing on his arms were clenched tighter!

"Make a name for yourself?" Mao Qing sneered coldly, his eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Ouyang Jian, who was fighting with his bare hands, the one who had already won the game, but he played a game of cat and mouse, who was going to show it!

Yu Qingyang's internal strength was empty, and he only relied on his sword moves to flexibly dodge Ouyang Jian's attack, and he was already panting and sweating like rain. However, if the other party does not say stop, he must not fall! He couldn't let his body worsen it.

Jiang Xiaoyu looked a little annoyed, pointed to the scene in the martial arts arena and asked, "Dead lady, didn't you say that the dead old man knew it?" What does this mean? Bully us with no one under our account! ”

Meng Jiang frowned, obviously puzzled.

Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the almost transparent face that was white in the sun again, his hands were clenched, and his true qi ran through his whole body, Ji Wushuang couldn't pull it anymore, he was bounced away with a "bang", and he staggered two steps to stabilize his figure, and when he looked over again, Jiang Xiaoyu had already flown out.

"Jiang Xiaoyu, you come back for me! You give me back! Ji Wushuang was so angry that he wanted to cry, looked at the people around him, and bit his lip desperately to hold back.

Jiang Xiaoyu kicked away Ouyang Jian's attacking fist sideways, turned around and landed in front of Yu Qingyang, raised his chin and said, "Hey, Lord Ouyang Fort, you are the lord of a city, but you bullied a seriously injured person, if this is spread, it will damage your Ouyang Fort's face!" It's not as good as this, you are a senior, and you are highly respected, and we unknown people are fortunate to have your guidance, which is a blessing from the previous life. This blessing is only given to one person, I am very envious and jealous, I wonder if Ouyang Senior can give me some shares! ”

The strong black man standing in the corner on the side of the martial arts arena stepped forward with a big knife, but was stopped by Ouyang Jian, "Mu Zhong, help Master Qingyang down!" ”

Mu Zhong looked at Jiang Xiaoyu and walked towards Yu Qingyang silently. Yu Qingyang threw the sword over, hugged his fists and said, "I can't go down, but I can still go on my own!" After saying that, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Jiang Xiaoyu again, and then turned around and walked down the martial arts arena and walked towards Maoqing.

Mu Zhong was stunned for a moment, and then silently retreated to a corner, without saying a word from beginning to end.

Jiang Xiaoyu rolled up his sleeves, clenched his hands into fists and said, "Seniors use fists, I also use fists, fair!" ”

Ouyang Jian turned his head sideways to look at Mao Qing, who had been standing motionless in the field, and an imperceptible smile rose at the corner of his mouth. When he turned to Jiang Xiaoyu again, he grinned honestly and charitably, "Meng Jiang has mentioned Jiang Shaoxia's peerless swordsmanship to me more than once, since he has such an opportunity today, how can the old man not see it?" Mu Zhong, pick two good swords! ”

Jiang Xiaoyu put down the sleeves again, shook the broken hair between his forehead, and smiled so chic and uninhibited, "This sword dance pays attention to the beauty of form and spirit, but it's a pity, there are no beautiful women watching such a grand occasion, it's a mistake!" ”

Ouyang Jian paused for a moment, raised his head and laughed, "People are not romantic, good, the old man likes you!" It's not easy to want a beauty, I'm in Xicheng, some are beauties, as long as your hot pink confidant doesn't care, I'll send a few over tonight, how about it? ”

Jiang Xiaoyu subconsciously glanced at Ji Wushuang, and shouted in annoyance, "You really can't open any pot!" ”

"Catch the sword!" A deep voice came, and immediately after, the sword qi broke through the air, Jiang Xiaoyu immediately flew to catch it, took out a beautiful sword flower with the momentum, and landed firmly on the ground, putting on a posture that he thought was extremely handsome and raised his head at Ouyang Jian.

Ouyang Jian laughed in a low voice, but the long sword in his hand had already attacked. Jiang Xiaoyu naturally didn't dare to slack off, both of them were the best among the people, one had strong internal strength, and the other had a free and easy move, and for a while, they felt like they were equal.

It seems that he still underestimated Jiang Xiaoyu's skills, Meng Jiang looked at the two people on the field, and muttered secretly in his heart. At this time, Mao Qing did not set his eyes on the martial arts arena again, but was squinting at this weak scholar who was shaking a paper fan and silent. (To be continued.) )