Xuan Ye said with a deep face: "Young man, don't be ignorant, if you don't descend at this time, you won't have a chance to surrender if you want to!" ”

Sun Yi laughed and said, "So what, can you still send Jurchen Iron Cavalry to chase and kill me!" ”

"Alas, the times have long changed, where are there any Eight Banners Iron Cavalry, but the guard Baturu still has it!" Xuan Ye muttered, turned around and shook his head and left, looking at his rat tail braid, with an indescribable sense of joy, could this old man have a sick brain? Or have you watched too many time-traveling dramas?

Sun Yi only regarded this old man as a strange passerby, a descendant of the Manchu Qing Dynasty who wanted to go crazy to the Qing Dynasty, surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, returned to the military plane, and returned to the middle hall, it was really a fake to be a million-dollar army in China.

This kind of upper-class drinking party is a small circle of people who know each other and make connections, and from a distance, Sun Yi actually saw Leng Yu, holding a drink, and very impatiently resisted those boring people who intended to kiss Fangze.

Sun Yi's face darkened slightly, and when he was about to go up to relieve the siege, there was a sound of audition in the stereo, and a white European and American man stood on the stage in front of him, enthusiastically saying some polite words of the host.

Sun Yi ignored him and walked forward through the crowd, Leng Yu also saw him, the two looked at each other from a distance of more than ten meters, and neither of them spoke.

Sun Yi took a deep breath and walked towards Leng Yu with the complicated emotions in his heart, at this time, the host on the stage suddenly shouted, "Do you want to see it!" ”

"Yes!"

Suddenly, a burst of whistles sounded, Sun Yi didn't hear what the host was saying just now, but he saw a flash of melancholy in Leng Yu's eyes, could it be related to himself?

Sun Yi turned his head, only to see a bearded man with a shaved head and long braids striding to the middle of the banquet hall wearing a leather armor with copper nails, and then bowed his hand to Sun Yiyi.

Does this have its own business? Sun Yi's eyes looked at the little king, there was a white European and American man beside the little king, the two didn't know what they were talking about, the little king just shook his head vigorously, and the white man's face became ugly.

At this time, a palace guard walked up to Sun Yi and said in a low voice: "Yi, there is a person named Ye who wants his subordinates to compete with you, His Majesty said, this matter is promoted by the Mi people, Your Majesty asked me to tell you, if you don't want to go up, no one can force you, Baertu is your strongest backing!" ”

Sun Yi glanced at the emir from afar, and the emir at this time was helpless, angry, and even more angry about breaking the jar.

Sun Yi shook his head secretly, a small country has the sorrow of a small country, and Baertu is too small, and the head of the CIA can threaten the dignified king in just one region.

Sun Yi and the white man looked at each other again, and kept the other party's appearance firmly in their hearts, the white man met Sun Yi's gaze, and couldn't help but shudder, when he saw Sun Yi's gaze, there was a feeling of being stared at by a tiger, as if it would swallow him in an instant.

Fortunately, now Sun Yi has retracted his gaze, making him feel better, secretly wiping a cold sweat, and a sense of vigilance has risen in his heart, no matter who this person is, he is too dangerous, Lynch is not fond of avoiding those rookies.

Whether it was for the friendship of the emir or his own interests in Baertu, Sun Yi could not afford to retreat, took off his suit and shirt and stuffed it to the palace guard, and then strode out.

Baturu's fists were clenched, like two clay pots, and the green tendons on his neck were exposed, and Sun Yi, who had been in contact with people in the martial arts, could see at a glance that this Baturu was a master of external skills.

Baturu watched Sun Yi just walk over, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, according to the information he got, this Sun Yi is a very difficult character, and his fighting skills are extremely clever, but looking at the way he walks, he is not as calm as an ordinary martial arts master, but more like an ordinary person.

"Stop? Or do you not die? Sun Yi raised his chin to Baturu, then unbuttoned the cufflinks of his shirt and rolled up the sleeves little by little.

Baturu spoke like rolling thunder, "There are no eyes in the fists and feet, and the casualties are at your own risk!" ”

Sun Yi turned his head and glanced at the pigtailed man Xuan Ye again, Xuan Ye was holding a glass of juice, with a faint smile on his face, full of confidence, he knew very well what kind of skills his own slaves had, even if it was a special soldier like a seal or Delta, he could fight ten at a time without panting.

In his opinion, no matter how powerful Sun Yi is, he can't compare to his Daqing warrior Baturu, and it seems that he can solve the battle in an instant.

Seeing that Sun Yi was ready, Baturu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pounced on him with a big hand, like an iron tong, and buckled it towards Sun Yi's neck.

Sun Yi didn't dodge, and directly let Baturu's big hand pinch his neck, but before this big hand could be tightened, Sun Yi suddenly punched, and the punch hit Baturu's stomach.

He hadn't measured how powerful Sun Yi's fist was, but this fist was enough to knock a majestic black blind man to his stomach.

Baturu, who was punched, bowed back, his face turned red, Sun Yi pinched his fingers and pulled his hand off his neck, stretched out a finger and gently clicked, Baturu fell to the ground with a thud.

Everyone was stunned, what the hell is going on? It was so fast that they didn't even react.

The faint smile on Xuan Ye's face froze, and he didn't even have time to change his other expressions, as if the matter had just begun and ended.

Xuan Ye's face finally became gloomy, he didn't care if the slave died or not, but this made him lose face, lose a lot of face.

"Useless minions!" Xuan Ye snapped and smashed the goblet in his hand.

"Wow!" Baturu opened his mouth, and even spit out a big puddle of blood and food, and when he spit it out, the whole person eased up, with a strong fishy smell, raised his head, and looked at Sun Yi fiercely.

The master humiliated the slave to death, and he lost the face of the master, which is simply unforgivable.

Baturu let out a beastly howl, kicked his feet, sprinted with all his might, and rushed towards Sun Yi, but this time he became more careful and never gave Sun Yi a chance to strike.

Sun Yi's body was slightly on one side, and he was about to use the method of Tai Chi to support him and let him rise into the air, but this Baturu really had some ability, and when he rushed forward, he suddenly twisted his waist, changed the direction abruptly, buckled his back, and put it on Sun Yi's waist.

strode forward, followed by the collapse of his thighs, the thigh muscles like pillars collapsed high, holding his pants tightly and crumbling, Hadi shouted, and slammed Sun Yi over his head and slammed it to the ground.

Sun Yi clasped Baturu's arms with his backhand, and his feet stepped on the ground, and the whole person was crushed to the waist and bent backwards, like an iron bridge.

Baturu roared, his arms sank, Sun Yi pounced, and his back hit the ground heavily, but as soon as his right leg was raised, he kicked Baturu's head.

On the side of Baturu's head, he took Sun Yi's kick with his shoulder, let out a muffled snort, still didn't let go, and picked up Sun Yi again as soon as his arms tightened.

Sun Yi's hand also pinched Baturu's elbow, and as soon as his fingers pressed wrong, he was about to unload his joints.

But inherited from Xie Lao's tendons and bones, he has always tried and tested, but this time it has lost its effect, this guy's joints and tendons are thick and powerful, and they are as intertwined as ox's knee, and Sun Yi's hand strength can't be staggered.

Sun Yi was pinched by Baturu's waist and pulled around again, and raised it high above his head, ready to smash Sun Yi head-down.

Sun Yi's hands pressed down on the ground, protecting his head, and the muscles on his body collapsed, shaking off Baturu's hands to clamp him, but his hand grabbed Sun Yi's clothes tightly, and the other hand slipped and buckled his calf.

Baturu's wrestling skills were extremely skillful, and he was close to him, grabbing his legs and clothes, so that Sun Yi couldn't break free for a while.

Baturu was like a wild beast, biting the prey without letting go, shaking wildly, even if Sun Yi could resolve the blow every time, there was still a feeling that the bones of his whole body were shaken apart.

"Well done, Baturu, you're a good minion!" Xuan Ye pointed at Baturu, his face turned red, "I am worthy of being a warrior of the Qing Kingdom, I want to reward you, reward you heavily, reward you with a yellow coat, and reward you with a flower feather!" ”

Hearing Xuan Ye's yelling, this Baturu became even more crazy, and he actually loosened Sun Yi's clothes, clasped his calves with both hands, picked Sun Yi up whole, and smashed it towards a pillar in the banquet hall with the sound of the wind.

It was completely a column carved from marble, and if it was smashed in the middle, even if it was Sun Yi's ability, it would break bones and tendons.

When he was moved, Sun Yi resisted the centrifugal force, and suddenly curled up, his body shrunk into a ball, and the column also swept over his head with a loud sound, and his hair rubbed against the column, making his scalp hurt.

Sun Yi, who was curled up, suddenly stretched out again, and his legs were moving.

The blow missed, so that Baturu was also flashed, his hand was slightly loosened, and he was suddenly freed from his pincers by Sun Yi, although he fell seven or eight meters away, at least he was free.

Sun Yi, who turned over, looked down at his wolf appearance, and suddenly laughed, laughing even more coldly, he hadn't suffered such a big loss for a long time.

"Yes, a few brushes!" Sun Yi whispered, and his gaze became cold.

Baturu was stimulated by the yellow coat and the top ribbon of flowers, and pounced on Sun Yi with red eyes without saying a word, intending to re-control him in his pincers, Baturu is best at wrestling, in empty-handed combat, anyone who is held by him will be thrown half to death.

This book is derived from the king of books