The two dismounted, and Feng Yukang's companion hugged his fists and said, "My name is Chen Qian......"

"Fuck your sister, did Lao Tzu ask what your name is?" The little marquis didn't wait for the other party to finish introducing himself, so he kicked it coldly.

With arrogant guys, there is no need to talk about morality.

Boom......

Chen Qian was defenseless and was kicked in the chin, this kick was so powerful that he fell directly on his back and fainted.

With just one face, the other party was solved by one person, and one dozen two became one dozen one.

"It's excessive, you have to pay the price!" Feng Yukang roared, and at the same time released the momentum of the fourth level of the Condensing Martial Realm, and the Martial Soul Ghost Head Knife also appeared out of thin air.

"Are you the only one who is a soul warrior?" The little marquis also released his momentum and showed his martial spirit.

Feng Yukang saw that his martial soul was two leaves, and immediately laughed: "The waste martial soul also dares to challenge me, today I let you see the strength of the Qingzhou battalion." ”

The ghost head knife flew high, and then slashed towards Xiao Chen, with the great ability to split him in half.

Whew......

Ye Ziwu's martial soul greeted him, and successfully led the heavy ghost head knife to the side with the method of four or two thousand catties.

Xiao Chen immediately stepped forward: "Qingzhou battalion, dare to punch him?"

"I can't ask for it!" Feng Yukang saw that Xiao Chen's level was lower than his own, and he had a great chance of winning a tough battle, so of course he agreed without thinking.

He knew that the other party's martial soul could increase the number of layers for the master, and the little marquis still had two soul bones that had been refined on his right arm, which contained majestic strength.

After the last competition with Wang Honghui, Xiao Chen successfully mastered the trick of using soul bones, he had tried it in private, and his right arm could hit 1,800 catties of strength, which was equivalent to the level of the early stage of the Qi Martial Realm.

Feng Yukang infused soul power into his fist and struck it.

Boom......

The two fists fought together, and a strange scene happened, Xiao Chen's body did not move at all, and Feng Yukang turned into a kite with a broken string, flying backwards with blood spurting from his mouth, and his butt was more than ten meters away.

The master was injured, and the martial soul lost control, and the ghost head knife fell from the air, and the head of the knife was inserted into the ground.

"How so...... cough, puff ......" He spurted out another mouthful of blood, and there was a surge in Xiong, unable to lift a trace of soul power, and he had lost his combat effectiveness.

How could a person at the fourth level of the Chemical Martial Realm be able to withstand a punch equivalent to a Qi Martial Realm soul warrior, he paid a huge price for his light enemy.

His companions were all stunned, to say that Chen Qian's defeat was unprepared, it can be considered excusable, and it can even be said that the other party does not pay attention to the morality of the rivers and lakes, but Feng Yukang, who was really defeated by others' fists, was simply powerless to fight back.

The two of them are the strongest in this team, and there is no suspense about their defeat, not to mention the others, and they will be given for nothing.

Someone hurriedly dismounted and helped Feng Yukang up.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked.

At this time, many people who stayed inside heard the sound of fighting outside and walked out of the post station one after another.

Feng Yukang and his people were frightened, how could there be so many people crammed into the small post station, and they were of the same age and wearing the same clothes.

The fat man stepped forward, pointed at Xiao Chen and said, "Remember, this is Xiao Chen from the Yuzhou camp, known as the kidney-deficient son of Yushu Linfeng and loved by everyone......"

Boom......

The fat man was kicked away, and he couldn't say anything good, you are a kidney-deficient son, and your whole family is kidney-deficient!

"Yuzhou Camp ......"

The legs of several of the guys began to tremble, not so much frightened by the name, but the number of the other party, who would feel uncomfortable staring at hundreds of pairs of eyes with anger, banter, and ridicule.

Feng Yukang realized the seriousness of the matter, the other party was too numerous, and once he made a move, several people on his side would be seriously injured if they did not die.

At this time, the little marquis spoke: "Why don't you get out of here and wait to be beaten?"

A few people hurriedly put Chen Qian on the horse's back, and then came to help Feng Yukang, and finally sent him to the horse, and the little marquis spoke again: "Wait, is it just leaving?"

They chuckled in their hearts, and Feng Yukang was also frightened.

Xiao Chen pointed to the money bag on the ground: "Take away your stinky money, say what about you, whoever picks up the money bag!"

Feng Yukang walked over slowly, bent down stiffly, forcibly picked up the money bag with pain, and then got on the horse and left with his people.

"See it all, teach the arrogant guy, that's it!" the little marquis turned around and said to everyone.

The fat man limped over from the side: "That's right, Brother Kidney's words are a wise saying...... Boom...... Ah......h

The meat ball flew out again, and it was also proved once again that the saying that misfortune comes from the mouth is true.

Liu Fei'er looked at the little marquis who was happy and said, "It's okay now, you haven't arrived in Jizhou yet, and you haven't participated in the three-state competition, you have already successfully offended the people in the Qingzhou camp." When the time comes, they will definitely encircle and suppress you reasonably, and two fists will be invincible to four hands, big brother!"

"I'm afraid of a hair, the game is one-on-one, and it's not a group fight, at most it's a wheel battle. The little marquis raised his chin and said proudly: "The little master can't ask for it." ”

The little episode just now did not affect everyone's good mood, the meal was out of the pot, and everyone was feasting.

In the afternoon of the next day, the team came to Pingyuan City, the capital of Jizhou, and was warmly welcomed by the Jizhou battalion.

It didn't take long for the team of the Qingzhou battalion to arrive, and Pingyuan City was even more lively, and almost every inn was overcrowded.

The Yuzhou camp has always been controlled by the Lingxiao Pavilion, the Jizhou camp is the territory of the Huangji Sect, and the Qingzhou camp is controlled by the three factions of the Zixiao Gate, Huayin Gate and Shenquan Gate in the Eight Gates.

The three training camps have different scores, and when the three camp leaders meet, you can imagine how hypocritical the scene will be.

While praising each other, they don't forget to boast about the students in their camp.

The most important moment came, when the students of the two competitions met.

The Qingzhou battalion and the Yuzhou battalion were both full of twenty people, but there were only nineteen in the Jizhou battalion, and the camp owner said with a smile: "I'm sorry, Nameless is still training hard, and besides, she doesn't like this kind of scene, so she can't attend, everyone forgive me." ”

As a student, he can let the camp master come out to play a round, which shows how respectful this nameless position is in the Jizhou battalion.

This disappointed many people, everyone knew that there was a genius in the Jizhou camp, to be honest, he came all the way over, more than half of the purpose was to meet this legendary person, but she did not come forward.

In the queue of the Qingzhou battalion, two people with bruises on their faces were Feng Yukang and Chen Qian.

The camp master of the Qingzhou camp came over and asked, "Who is Xiao Chen, I can't see the wizards of the Jizhou camp, I have to get to know the elite of the Yuzhou camp." If one person defeats my two students, he must be an immortal talent. ”

This sentence carries an obvious sense of ridicule, his purpose in doing this is nothing more than to help Xiao Hou Ye pull hatred, so that everyone knows the name Xiao Chen, so that he can be ruthless during the game.

The little marquis took a step forward, and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant: "The camp master is falsely praised, and the younger generation is ashamed." The juniors just did a little bit of what they had to do, and some of them didn't teach the students, so that the students were so arrogant that the juniors felt the need to teach them to be humble, and they definitely didn't want anything in return. ”

The old face of the camp owner of Qingzhou was flushed, and he was about to refute a few words, when suddenly everyone around him made a gasping sound, and he couldn't help but look back.

I saw a beautiful girl in a blue dress, walking in, with a cold expression on a pretty face with blown-out skin.

Her appearance attracted everyone's attention, and Xiao Houye's eyes widened even more, and he subconsciously shouted: "Piao Piao, it's really you!"