Not everyone is qualified to enter the room with a weapon.

Only Zhang Yi to Zhang Shi can swagger into the bedroom every day before going to bed with weapons and swaggering.

Zhang Er was in order to entrap Zhang San and Zhang Si, only three people in one room, and the rest, including Zhang Qi who led the team out, and even Zhang Ba, who was killed, and Zhang Ba, whose name was not even known by Zhao Jiajun, were all in one room per person.

In the later number sections, two people in a room within 20, three people in a room within 30, and so on.

Any family has its own rules, and the rules of the Zhang family are like this. Maybe today you are Zhang Shi, and tomorrow because Zhang Erer defeats you, then your name will be taken away by others.

It is said that the training of the Zhang family is not strict, each of them eats a little better than ordinary people, trains very hard, and can have a family when they become adults.

Other than that, the power is not great, and there is no channeling technique to cultivate at all.

Zhang Er's shouts of the three of them, as long as they were not deaf, in this silent morning, the people in the entire courtyard were awakened, and everyone hurriedly put on their clothes.

It's a pity that except for the top ten serial numbers, other people don't dare to open the door at all. What are you going out to do, fighting the enemy with your bare hands?

Zhao Yun's words moved some people, most of them were orphans and did not have a family.

In the robbery two days ago, they all contributed, but the woman who was robbed, the ten people in front of them were all divided, and after playing, they actually gave it to the barbarian, and they didn't even drink the soup.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Zhang Er wants to let Gongzi see his energy and loyalty at this moment: "We are born as members of the Zhang family, and we are ghosts of the Zhang family when we die, and this group of people is murderous without blinking." ”

"Open the window and say something bright," Zhao Yun shouted: "I am Changshan Zhao Yun Zhao Zilong, and I have never broken my trust in the world!" ”

The shadow of the famous tree, the Zhao family's Qilin'er is famous in the world, the Zhang family is not a small family, the owner is full of praise when he talks about this person from time to time, and once upon a time there was a meaning of marriage.

Although they didn't see the real person, many people still heard of this name, and even mentioned it every time the young master came, gritting his teeth when he said it, the hatred made people shudder.

The trilogy is also a human being, and it also has its own thoughts. If the master can solve it in Jiangling, why bother to come to the vast river to intercept it?

A character of the level of his own master, can he be compared with a small part? No one would think that they had a chance of winning, especially after Zhang Yi was silent.

After the robbery two days ago, Zhang Yun finally vented the sullenness in his heart, and the harvest was not small, and he was able to give Qi a lot of the grain promised to Jiang Xiaman without paying a penny.

To his delight, one of them turned out to be a woman, and of course he occupied the best three of them.

The two were tired of playing and gave one to the barbarians on both sides, and these methods were all learned by him from his father.

As for the part with the serial number after ten years, it was not in Zhang Yun's consideration, and the Zhang family was just a minion.

At this moment, there was a little girl named Xia'er lying beside him, with a small body and a delicate face, and he didn't plan to give it to others, unless he didn't want to play.

I vented on this little girl several times last night, and watching the woman cry under her is Zhang Gongzi's hobby.

Even if he has practiced the channeling technique, Zhang Yun is not an iron man, he has slept more heavily than a dead pig several times in a row, and he didn't even wake up from Zhang Er's shouting, I don't know how Zhang Er feels.

Zhao Yun's roar in his ears startled him, and he quickly pushed the little girl away and hurriedly put on his clothes.

"Young master, how should we deal with ourselves now?" A ghostly figure appeared at his bedside.

The room where Zhang Yun lives is a suite, and the Zhang family is not stingy with their sister-in-law, and there is a master of martial arts to protect him.

Zhang Chaoqi, an orphan picked up by Zhang Yun's grandfather on the road when he was a child, was smart and studious since he was a child, and then stood out in the crowd until he was qualified to practice channeling.

His loyalty to the Zhang family is undoubted, otherwise even Zhang Yun would not have carried him behind his back. It's a pity that this person has a wooden face, has no interest in women, and carries a sword behind him silently all day long.

"Uncle Chao, the person who came is Zhao Yun, according to his father, he himself may not be his opponent." Zhang Yun's hand was wrapped around his hair and tied a turban.

"Then young master, you are ready," Zhang Chao didn't say much: "I'll go down to fight now!" ”

In the courtyard, Zhang Er was still agitating hoarsely, and the serial number in the top ten ran out in a daze, but he could only hear a few screams, and no one dared to take risks anymore.

Zhang Yun is not an arrogant maniac, whether it is his father or the super uncle in front of him, his martial arts are not comparable to him.

"Please, Uncle Chao!" Zhang Yun shook it to the end: "Yun is waiting for you here!" ”

"Zhao Yun'er is going to be arrogant!" Zhang Chao shouted in a deep voice in the room: "Let your people stop firing arrows, the old man will fight a fair battle with you, let you deal with it if you lose, and wait for you to retreat if you win!" ”

When Zhang Yun heard this, his mouth moved, but he didn't say anything. The small body on the bed woke up, a pair of frightened eyes turned around, and covered his Chiguo body with a quilt.

"Hahahaha," Zhao Yun let out a long laugh: "Okay, I'll give you this opportunity, you come down!" ”

Hearing this, Zhang Chao opened the door and walked out. Zhang Yun hurriedly closed the door, gently removed the bamboo curtain a crack, and stared at the person who had not slept well these days from the window.

Zhang Chao's steps were not fast, and every step seemed to have been measured with a ruler, almost two and a half feet.

His sword was behind his back, without a sword case, and the sun had just come out of one side, reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight.

Zhao Yun hadn't taken his eyes off since he appeared, this should be the most powerful opponent he had encountered so far.

Patriarch Zhao Kun's words sounded in his ears: "A third-rate master, walking calmly and powerfully, will make rhythmic footsteps." ”

"A second-rate master, with a steady pace, and every step is a certain size."

"A first-class master, who looks ordinary, arrives in front of you in the blink of an eye when you are not aware of it."

"As for the super master, you don't even notice it, close your eyes and feel that the place where he is standing is empty."

In this way, this person is a second-rate master, walking and stopping, as if facing the mountains, the momentum is coming.

"Sword Nameless!" Zhang Chao had already walked to the middle of the courtyard: "Thirty-four years with the old man." ”

As he spoke, the sword was drawn, and the air around him was instantly suffocated.

"The name of the sword is Qinghong!" Zhao Yun had already thrown the bow and arrow to Zhao San: "This battle, never die!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, his sword slashed out.

Zhang Chao closed his eyes slightly, swung his sword to block, and felt that his sword was injured and collapsed.

At this moment, Zhao Yun's sword was magnificent, like the sun rising in the east, and lightning stabbed out again.

"Good sword!" Everyone didn't see the movement clearly, Zhang Chao muttered two words, and fell to the ground softly.

"It's just the principle of optics," Zhao Yun muttered in a low voice: "How dare you look at the reflection of the sun with your eyes?" ”

As he spoke, he took out a cloth towel from his cuff and carefully wiped the blood from the tip of the sword.