Zhang Mengtan guessed correctly, the reason why Wei Ju looked indifferent was because he had another plan in his heart.

After learning that Zhao Wuxian was not a person who was lascivious and sleeps at night, his senses for this person were raised to the level of "my great enemy", and he knew that Zhao Wuxian's threat to him as an adult was no less than that of Fan's eldest son Jia, as well as Bank of China's Heiqiu and Zhi's second son Yao.

Today, Fan and Bank of China set up a bureau in the sword room, and Wei Ju heard a little, so he and Han Hu gathered the Wei and Han clans in the Pan Palace to discuss countermeasures by the pool, and did not dare to enter the sword room rashly.

And Zhao Wuxian first entered the Pan Palace, had no foundation, and his ears and eyes were incomprehensible, so he suffered this stuffy loss.

Wei Ju also stopped Lu Xing from trying to remind Zhao Wuxian, because he already had a plan in his heart to kill two birds with one stone.

At least in the Pan Palace, the alliance of Zhao, Wei and Han is imperative, and the enemy is Fan and Zhongxing. He wanted to be the champion of the lead, which had been recognized by Han Hu, but he was not sure to submit Zhao Wuxian and the extremely intelligent Zhang Mengtan.

That's why we have this scene in front of us.

And Han Hu, the sister-in-law of the Han family, was facing away from everyone at this time, wearing a snow-white deep coat and a dark shoulder-length hair, sitting elegantly on the edge of the pan pond and wiping his sword, saying that this matter was up to Wei Zi to decide, so he didn't ask anymore.

Wei Ju knew that although the Han family was close to the Zhao family, they were close to the sons of the Zhao family. Han Hu's plan is the same as him, he hopes that Zhao Wuxian's momentum will be suppressed by Fan and Bank of China, and it is best to lose face once, and from then on, in the Pan Palace, his prestige will be lost, and he can only look forward to Wei Han Ma.

It would be even better if his performance this time could make the general Zhao Ying dissatisfied and lose the qualification to compete for the prince.

After all, Wei Ju and Han Hu both wanted their cousins Bolu and Zhongxin to ascend to the throne, and Zhao Wuxian had now become the most powerful contender for the position of the prince of the Zhao family.

Wei Ju was thinking about his plan and felt that it was perfect, but he heard Zhang Mengtan, who was dressed in crescent white and not wearing a swordsman's suit, laughed, and the clear laughter resounded by the poolside.

Wei Ju was a little strange: "Why is Zhang Zi laughing?" ”

Wei and Han thought carefully, where could they hide it from Zhang Mengtan, he didn't expose it immediately, but said unhurriedly: "Without him, laughing at the Wei and Han families, in the long run, the two families of you will be defeated in the battle between the children of the Pan Palace!" ”

Hearing Zhang Meng talk about this, Lu Xing's face on the side changed slightly, and he said angrily: "Vertical son dares!" What do you mean? ”

Wei Ju's face was also a little gloomy, but he still grabbed his impulsive cousin Lu Xing and asked Zhang Mengtan to continue.

Zhang Mengtan pursed his lips lightly, his hands wrapped his sleeves, and his knuckles touched the peach blossoms inside, he was a person with urgency, the situation was urgent, and the next words could only be said and thought about.

Luckily, he knew he was slow to speak, so he had plenty of time to think.

He said slowly: "Actually, Meng Tan is not worried about Zhao Zi, he has won the auspicious white elk, the Ji people have their own natural appearance, they can naturally turn danger into a disaster, and they can also get the reputation of being one person against the crowd and not falling behind, but it is the Wei family, the Han family?" Hey, hey, hey! ”

He immediately sneered, but he didn't say any more, his eyes swept over the children of Wei Han, and his eyes were full of disdain and disdain.

Except for Wei Ju and Han Hu, who was still sitting with their backs to each other, everyone present was enraged, and they all picked up wooden swords and swords, wanting to teach this madman a lesson.

Wei Ju knew that Zhang Meng was extremely smart and had nothing to say, so he stopped everyone, restrained his senseless attitude, bowed respectfully, and said: "How can I be blind, how can the Wei and Han families be defeated, and ask Zhang Zi to teach me!" ”

……

In the sword room, the sound of clapping wooden swords resounded in the room.

The sweat on Zhao Wuxian's head dripped down and soaked the dark swordsman's suit.

"It's too strong." He thought to himself, Fang Cai, he and Fan He have already gone through several back-and-forth battles, and the wooden swords have collided several times, but they all retreated with one blow.

During these temptations, he realized that Fan He's swordsmanship was indeed very strong, and he had almost surpassed the strongest swordsman under him.

It seems that Fang He's cutting off his sword at once by Fan He is not an accident, but a manifestation of real kung fu. Because even if the weapon is sharp, it must be cut at the key position of force in order to break the copper sword like cutting bamboo slices.

The other party is just a teenager who is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and these opponents of the same age really can't be underestimated.

Now, what should I do?

The initial temptation was almost over, Fan He had already figured out Zhao Wuxian's swordsmanship level, and if he attacked again, it would be a crazy viper bite!

So, can't wait any longer! It must be preemptive!

He held the wooden hilt of his sword in both hands, raised his flat shoulders, bowed slightly, and slowly took a step to the left.

On the other side, Fan He held the wooden sword in one hand, raised his chest sideways, and when he saw the action of the shirtless, he was contemptuous, and he also moved slightly to the right.

But the confrontation didn't last long, and it was Zhao Wuxian who attacked first.

After continuing to make a feint to the left, he jerked his body in the opposite direction! Strode out, then forwarded and exerted, pushing the sword with both hands and whistling and stabbing away. Almost at the same time, Fan He's eyes flashed, he slid forward, twisted his body to exert force, pushed his right fist with his left palm, and the bamboo sword also stabbed out!

Sou! Two wooden swords with extremely fast initial speed pierced through the air, like two poisonous snakes, struggling to swim towards their target, trying to bite the deadly bite.

However, the short sword in Wuxian's hand was completely stabbed into the air.

The two of them touched each other for a moment like dragonflies, and then dispersed again, seemingly unchanged, but ......

Where the two had just met, there was a dark brocade ribbon, and several black hairs cut by the sword wind slowly fell down.

It turned out that Fan He's wooden sword had already slashed heavily a few inches above the top of Wuxian's head, and immediately cut off the black brocade ribbon that he had tied his hair, and his dark hair fell down, and it also wiped Wuxian's scalp with a burning pain.

Fortunately, he wasn't directly hit in the head, otherwise he would have fainted at this moment!

"Fan Zi wins!" The Bank of China's black humerus was not silent, but clapped his hands.

Just now he was still frowning and watching, Fan He gave up the plan he had said in advance, tied up his sharp weapon, and abandoned the low-hanging fruit, which made the Bank of China very unhappy. But the two have the same status, it's just a cooperative relationship, and he can't force him to order.

However, now his brows are slightly stretched, because it can be seen that Fan He's victory is decided!

Seeing this, the teenagers of Fan and Bank of China couldn't stop shouting and coaxing.

Zhao Wuxian took half a step back, frightened, his swordsmanship is not as good as archery, and he is not very outstanding, although he has competed with people of different styles such as Yang Yurong, Wang Sunqi, and Tian Ben in Chengyi, but the winning rate is not high. Now facing Fan He, he actually feels that he can't see through the depth of the other party, which is a sign of a big gap in the swordsmanship of the two.

"Come again!" But he became more and more courageous, unable to win one blow, and then struck another.

The rescue soldier who left the house has not yet arrived, and he has no other way to get out, now he can only hold on, and he can only win! Otherwise, if he was forcibly humiliated, he would have no face to see Zhao Ying and the princes of Pangong.

He is not Han Xin who can endure the humiliation of his crotch! It is a proud son of the Qing clan, a pure and dark bandit gentleman, and any stain will affect his status in the Pan Palace and affect his future career.

Wuxian silently prayed to the ancestors of the Zhao family in his heart, don't be discouraged, there are too many chances in such a competition, and it doesn't just rely on skills, there is hope.

So he changed his sword-gripping position, took a deep breath, and quickly got into the groove again.

Fan He also sneered and changed to a hand-held sword, and his front was wide open.

Rip! The arrogance of the other party is also an opportunity.

This time, Wuxian no longer made superfluous movements, but suddenly stepped quickly, and the wooden sword in his hand stabbed at Fan He at a tricky angle!

But the corners of Fan He's mouth showed a sneer.

"Zhao Zi, you have too many flaws!"

Everyone on the side was dazzled, and they saw that when the swords of the two of them staggered again, the movement was not big, but one of them let out a muffled snort, and then withdrew from his body again.

Who was hurt? The eyes of the teenagers kept searching for the two of them.

"Fanzi, ...... on your shoulder," a sharp-eyed teenager cried out.

Fan He tilted his head slightly, and he found that there was an extra white mark on his right shoulder!

This is the trace left by the wiping of the wooden sword, and it is the handwriting of Zhao Wuxian!

It remained on Fan He's blue swordsman's suit, like a wisp of cloud floating in the blue sky.