Niu Hu fled in a hurry, and the screaming attendants on the ground crawled up and disappeared at the end of the long street.

"Huh!"

Yang Zhi put the treasure knife back into the sheath, grabbed the baggage on the ground, put the iron point steel spear on his shoulder, turned around and prepared to leave.

Chu Feifan gave Zhao Yun a look, only to see him stride forward and come to Yang Zhi: "Wait a minute, I don't know if your knife is still sold?" ”

Yang Zhi looked back at Zhao Yun, and saw that his instrument was lofty, heroic, and full of vast righteousness, and he knew that he must be different from Niu Hu.

"Sell, a hundred taels of silver!"

Zhao Yun reached into his arms, took out a bag of silver coins and threw it to Yang Zhi, and said loudly: "It's exactly one hundred taels, Your Excellency can order it!" ”

"No need, I can trust you!"

Yang Zhi raised his hand to grab the money bag flying in front of him, and at the same time reached out his arm and threw the big knife to Zhao Yun.

"The sword is worthy of a hero, and the talented man is worthy of a beautiful woman!"

"This knife fell into the hands of the son, and it can be regarded as a good home, so I will say goodbye, and I hope to see you again in the future."

Let's talk about it.

Yang Zhi took the money bag into his arms, got up and squeezed into the crowd, but at this moment, a domineering and majestic voice sounded, and the people on the long street quickly stood in two columns, and a passage was out of the way, only to see Niu Hu walking behind the two young men in brocade.

"What a sword with a hero!"

"This divine blade is for this son, I don't know if Your Excellency can bear to cut your love!"

Meng Kun's gaze stayed on the treasure knife in Zhao Yun's hand, the essence in his eyes flickered, his face showed love, and his deep and powerful voice sounded.

"Meng Gongzi, that is a peerless divine weapon, the little one wanted to buy this knife and dedicate it to the child, but this person didn't know what to do, not only refused to sell the knife, but also injured the small one."

Niu Hu added oil and vinegar to completely distort the facts that happened, and Meng Kun was not a mediocre person, he looked at Niu Hu with disgust.

"Okay, you are full of evil in the imperial city, if you don't take it by force, how can others hurt you!"

"But for the sake of the news that you sent the treasure knife, you can get out now, otherwise your mother won't know you for a while."

Meng Kun never disdained to be with Niu Hu, Yaxing was good today, and finally asked Baili Mojin to go out of the house to accompany him to play, I heard the news from Niu Hu that someone was selling treasure knives on the street, and Meng Kun was obsessed with weapons When he heard such news, he couldn't miss the treasure knife, which made Niu Hu take them to the place where Yang Zhi sold knives.

"I'm sorry, this knife has already been bought, and I don't mean to sell it, I'm really sorry!"

Zhao Yun clenched the treasure knife in his hand, chuckled, and said loudly.

"Xuan Ling, the two of you are Meng Kun and Baili Mojin?"

"That's right, although Gongzi this Meng Kun never bullies the people, he is the most obsessed with weapons in the imperial city, and he has even been to Master Ou Yezi's weapons factory more than a hundred times, but he has been refused entry."

"Today, this treasure knife was caught by him, I'm afraid it will be very difficult!"

Fang Xuanling had long heard that Meng Kun liked the name of the blade, and knew that he would definitely not give up if he couldn't get the treasure sword.

"Sharp blades, fierce things, Meng Kun is obsessed with this, no wonder he always exudes a faint murderous aura."

"This son is angry, if he can't control it better, it will be a big disaster in the future!"

Chu Feifan looked at Meng Kun who was walking towards Zhao Yun, frowned, and said in a firm voice.

Fang Xuanling agrees with his judgment very much, the weapon is fierce, so all the weapons, all the teeth and claws, the face is hateful, Meng Kun loves this, and he is afraid that he has already accumulated anger in his heart.

"The gentleman does not win the love of others, Your Excellency is already one of the best soldiers in a thousand with a sword on your waist, I think Your Excellency is also a person who loves weapons, both are people in the passage and hope that Your Excellency will give Meng Kun a thin face, give me this knife today, and thank you for your great grace when you meet in the future."

Meng Kun spoke with a bit of style, Zhao Yun glanced at Chu Feifan, saw that he was silent, and turned around and said indifferently:

"Your Excellency is a person who knows the goods, since this is the case, I am still embarrassed, I don't want to let this knife go!"

Smell.

Meng Kun's face became hideous, his eyes burst with anger, and the vast anger on his figure burst out.

"All the good things to say, since Your Excellency doesn't know how to lift, then don't blame this son for being ruthless!"

"Bang!"

A loud bang came, the bluestone slab on the long street exploded, and Meng Kun's figure rose in the air, clenched fists shattering the void and bombarding Zhao Yun's body.

In Zhao Yun's eyes, Meng Kun was just a milky kid, how could he put his attack in his eyes, his face was calm, he clenched the handle of the knife in his hand, and raised his hand to meet the attacking fists.

"Why do you want to take it by force like Niu Hu?"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Meng Kun's fists hit his body, and a huge true qi riot stirred up, ripples splashed around, the clothes of the people on the long street flew up, and the ground flew sand and stones.

Zhao Yun's voice did not move at all, on the other hand, Meng Kun flew out upside down after being hit, and forcibly retreated dozens of meters before he could stabilize his body with difficulty.

Meng Kun was shocked in his heart, the sharp cold light in his slender eyes flickered, he didn't expect Zhao Yunyun to be able to knock himself back dozens of meters with a light blow.

The people on the long street looked stunned, Meng Kun was the strongest martial artist among the four young people in the capital, but he didn't expect that he was not the enemy of Zhao Yun in front of him, and the people were full of curiosity about Zhao Yun's identity.

"Zilong, don't entangle with him, let's leave!"

Chu Feifan's indifferent voice sounded, and he turned around and walked towards the end of the long street, Zhao Yun followed closely behind, completely ignoring Meng Kun.

Meng Kun flicked his sleeves and watched the backs of the three of them leaving, his eyes bloomed with anger, and he got up and dragged Baili Mojin to chase after him.

"If you don't leave the sword today, no one will want to leave!"

Although Meng Kun is the son of the General's Mansion, he has been apprenticed to Longnan Cliff to learn art, and he has only returned to the capital for three months, Emperor Chu has always been an example in his heart, but he has never had the opportunity to face the saint, so at this time Chu Feifan stood in front of him, but Meng Kun did not know his true identity.

"My son-in-law bought the treasure knife, I hope Your Excellency will not be entangled, otherwise you will not blame me for being ruthless!"

Zhao Yun's cold voice sounded, Meng Kun stopped his gaze on Chu Feifan, and saw that his face was angular, his eyes were dark and deep, and he looked gentle and elegant, although he was noble and elegant, but there was not the slightest fluctuation of true qi on his figure, how could he be a person who danced with guns and sticks.

"Since the knife was bought by your son-in-law, then the young master will discuss with him to see if he can let this knife out!"

"Don't say more, this knife is loved for ten minutes, why is it difficult for the son to be strong, if you really like it, defeat my subordinates, this knife is with you."

Chu Feifan chuckled indifferently, Meng Yegui is the uncle of the country, and his son is also a royal noble, if he is placed before the crossing, then Meng Kun is his cousin, he doesn't want to embarrass Meng Kun too much, and wants him to retreat.

Meng Kun retreated at the thought of Zhao Yun's toughness, his thoughts raced, the sly gaze in his eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth pursed a wicked smile.

"Your Excellency is a person who loves swords, presumably martial arts must be good, this son doesn't want to fight with your entourage, I want to run away from you!"

"Don't say that this son won't give you a chance, you can compete in martial arts, if you can win, I will give up my attachment to this knife."

If you want to compete with Chu Fei Fan, Meng Kun is simply playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong, and he is not afraid of being ugly.

Chu Feifan didn't want to pay attention to it, but after thinking about it, he just took this opportunity to take a good look at whether Meng Kun and Baili Mojin were vain or not.