"Dumbo. That's not good. Looking at Zhao Fei, who was a little gloating, Zhao Yun suddenly spoke. Although Zhao Yun didn't know Zhao Fei's thoughts, when he saw Zhao Fei's smile, he expected that this matter was not so simple.

Zhao Fei turned his head to look at Zhao Yun, and then comforted: "It's okay Brother Yun, it's just for you to have a few discussions with the painting style, and what will happen." Obviously, Zhao Fei is obviously very supportive of this competition.

"This ......" Although Zhao Fei said this, Zhao Yun still seemed a little hesitant.

Seeing Zhao Yun like this, the painting style is very natural to think that Zhao Yun has some lack of confidence in this matter. And this also makes the style of painting feel bright. The painting style is not a fool, and from his long-standing perspective, if the wolves fight against the white horse Yicong, he will definitely lose 100%. As an infantryman, the wolf pack soldiers have a lot of excitement and the white horse who is a cavalryman.

If there is a fight, the wolves can only eat the white horse from the dust. On the other hand, the White Horse Yicong has countless ways to conquer the wolves. Whether it's attacking from a ranged attack, assaulting with a spear, or dragging down a pack with the maneuverability of a white horse, these are all great ways to do this.

Therefore, since the group battle must not be able to defeat the white horse Yicong, but in terms of the main general, the style of painting is to earn a little face for the wolves. Therefore, the painting style said to Zhao Yun: "Aren't you scared? Since you are afraid, I will bypass you this time. The tone of the painting style is very contemptuous, and at the same time, with the innate contempt of the painting style, it suddenly makes people feel that the painting style is very underwhelming.

knew that the style of painting was a radical method, but Zhao Yun was not angry. Then Zhao Yun smiled and said to the painting style: "It's better not to do it." ”

However, the more Zhao Yun is like this, the more the painting style feels that Zhao Yun is lacking in confidence, and the painting style is even more unwilling to give up this duel. Then, the painting style spoke again: "I thought that the general of the White Horse was such a person, but I didn't expect that he was so timid and afraid. My family has said that if there is a soldier, there will be a nest of bears. It has always been true that the White Horse Yicong with such a general is also a false name for Lang. ”

Hearing the words of the painting style, Zhao Yun's expression that had been smiling was instantly put away. If the painting style simply talks about himself, then Zhao Yun can still bear it. But at this time, the painting style was so bold to comment on the wolves, which made Zhao Yun how could he endure such the most poisonous painting style.

Seeing that Zhao Yun's face changed, the painting style was secretly happy in his heart, and just wanted to say something, then Zhao Fei said: "Brother Yun doesn't need to worry, it's just a competition, and it can't hurt anyone." ”

Seeing Zhao Fei speak, the painting style pinned his words into his stomach.

Seeing Zhao Fei say this, Zhao Yun finally nodded. Moreover, he also wants to learn some lessons from the painting style, sometimes, strength does not depend on appearance.

Seeing that Zhao Yun finally agreed, the painting style was very happy in his heart, and at this time he had already begun to fantasize about whether he wanted to let Zhao Yun or not. You must know that Zhao Yun is Zhao Fei's brother, if you don't give Zhao Yun any face, what if Zhao Fei gets angry.

And just when the painting style was fantasizing, Zhao Fei came to Zhao Yun's side and said softly to Zhao Yun: "Brother Yun doesn't need to be merciful when he fights in the future, give me a hard training of this kid, let him know what it means to have someone outside the world." ”

Zhao Yun glanced at Zhao Fei, and then nodded helplessly. It turned out that this was Zhao Fei's purpose, borrowing himself to beat his subordinates.

Then, under Zhao Fei's orders, the wolf pack of soldiers dispersed one after another, and then everyone vacated a large circle. Painting style looked at the circle, and suddenly grinned, and then the painting wind panicked the knife in his hand and then stepped to the circle.

On the other hand, Zhao Yun saw that Zhao Yun did not have any fancy movements, and walked into the crowd with his silver gun.

When they came to the circle, the two looked at each other. Obviously, Zhao Yun and the style of painting are two extremes. The style of painting is biased and Zhao Yun is like a rock, just standing so lightly, it can make people feel extremely relieved.

After staring at Zhao Yun for a moment, the style of painting was obviously different from that of Zhao Yun. Subsequently, Zhao Yun made a move that surprised the painting style. saw Zhao Yun holding the end of the spear, and then seemed to be fond of it, so he lifted the spear effortlessly.

Seeing this scene, everyone on the lookers was shocked. Obviously, just by Zhao Yun's action, he knew how strong this Zhao Yun was. It's not just others, even the painting style can know that the man in front of him is invincible. I thought I saw a soft persimmon pinch, but I didn't expect to meet the iron plate at once.

But even so, the style of painting still hasn't retreated. Although at this time, I have already seen it, but the painting style still has to fight for its own glory and the majesty of its wolf pack.

Thinking of this, the heart of the painting style was suddenly full of standing intentions. Influenced by the style of painting, Zhao Yun's stance is also getting more and more playful.

"Kill!" Because Zeng Pei could not bear Zhao Yun's breath, he only used this method to eliminate the slightest unhappiness in Xinzhong.

Hua Feng held the treasure knife in his hand and launched an offensive towards Zhao Yun. The painting style is like a rainbow, and the steel knife in the middle of the week Han Guang flashed and quickly cut it in line with Zhao Yun.

Seeing that the painting style moved, Zhao Yun didn't dare to slack off, only to see him hold the silver spear with both hands, and then cross the silver spear to his chest, and then easily intercept the offensive of the painting style.

However, how can the painting style give up easily, and slash towards Zhao Yun with a knife. And Zhao Yun stood there like Mount Tai, no matter how the painting style was stormy and the waves crashed on the shore, and how hard he tried to solve the problem, but these were difficult to shake Zhao Yun.

It was not easy to see, the painting style had already attacked for half a while, and it was obvious that his attack did not bring the slightest difference to Zhao Yun. Because of the slight physical strength expended, the painting style finally stopped the offensive and began to wear rough air. On the other hand, Zhao Fei, under such an offensive of painting style, Zhao Yun's face has not changed.

Zhao Yun patted his body, and was about to push out the crowd when Dian Wei walked out from behind Zhao Fei. He intercepted Zhao Yun and asked, "I also want to ask you for a few rounds, and I hope you can agree." Dian Wei's words are very plain, but every word contains deep meaning.

Seeing Dian Wei, Zhao Yun's expression was solemn. Through Dian Wei's body and his fierce bloody aura, this made Zhao Yun easily feel that the majestic man in front of him was not weak and his own strength. In the face of such an opponent, Zhao Yun also felt a little itchy, and then Zhao Yun said: "Since this is the case, why not." ”

"Good!" Dian Wei praised him, and then waved the double halberd in his hand and attacked Zhao Yun with lightning speed. And Zhao Yun didn't dare to slack off at all, knowing that Dian Wei's blow must be strong and heavy, and he would definitely not be able to fight against it with his own strength, so Zhao Yun quickly made a decision. Then Zhao Yun narrowly escaped Dian Wei's attack, and then turned around and launched an attack on Dian Wei.

Zhao Yun's marksmanship is definitely not covered, I saw that Zhao Yun's spear was like a poisonous dragon all the time, and he specially picked a drill that was very difficult to defend. And Dian Wei's seems to be obviously unique, even though Zhao Yun's offensive is so fierce, it is difficult to shake Dian Wei.

The two fought for a moment, and just for a moment, the onlookers felt unyielding. At the same time, the soldiers of the wolf pack and Cao Jun became interested in Zhao Yun.

All the soldiers of Dian Wei knew about him, and Zhao Yun was the first time they had seen him, and this side alone made everyone unforgettable. There is no other reason, it is really Zhao Yun's strength is abnormal.

Don't look at Zhao Yun's body, he is not strong, but he can resist Dian Wei's powerful attack. In addition, Zhao Yun's attack was also admired by everyone. Zhao Yun's attack soldiers are not fancy, and they can be said to be simple anomalies. But in the midst of that simple attack, there is an infinite killing intent hidden. And Dian Wei didn't know these at first, so he suffered a lot of losses in the hands of Zhao Fei.

"Alright, let's stop there." Looking at the two people who had not yet decided the winner in the transfer, Zhao Fei finally spoke out to stop him. Zhao Fei can't show up. Both of them are peerless generals, and if you want to wait for the two to split the winner, I really don't know when it will take.

Hearing Zhao Fei's words, Dian Wei and Zhao Yun stopped and collected them one after another. After stopping, the two broke out into hearty laughter one after another. "Hahaha......"

The two laughed, they both glanced at each other with a good heart, and then Zhao Yun took the lead in speaking: "I am a white horse, and I will be Zhao Yun Zilong from a thousand people." Saying that, Zhao Yun hugged his fist at Dian Wei. And Dian Wei also replied: "A certain Dian Wei is Xiao Fei's personal guard. ”

Hearing that such a powerful man was Zhao Fei's personal guard, this made Zhao Yun not only look at Zhao Fei differently. It was hard for him to imagine how Zhao Fei could subdue such a good general, this was simply a natural guard.

Seeing Zhao Yun's face, Zhao Fei knew what Zhao Yun meant. Then Zhao Fei opened his mouth and said: "Brother Yun, Brother Dian Wei is not my guard, but actually my brother. Zhao Fei's words had just spoken, and suddenly something suddenly came to mind. Then Zhao Fei slapped his forehead fiercely, and then asked Zhao Yun, "Brother Yun, where is Duo'er now?" ”

As soon as Zhao Fei's words were finished, a white horse in armor came to Zhao Fei's side quickly. Then, under the attention of everyone, the white horse Yi drilled from the soldier to Zhao Fei's Hu Aizhong, and then shouted crisply: "Brother! ”

Hearing this, Zhao Fei was stunned for a moment. No one has called his brother for a long time, and this feeling makes Zhao Fei feel very wonderful.

It may be that Zhao Fei's brain has stopped, and after the white horse Yi soldier hugged Zhao Fei for a while, he sent it away, and then said very dissatisfied: "Brother, why don't you hug Duo'er." ”

Hearing Brother again, hearing someone claiming to be Duo'er, Zhao Fei's eyes were instantly filled with tears. However, Zhao Fei gritted his teeth and held back, because he wanted to leave a good image in front of his sister.