"Okay—"

General Shi, who couldn't take his eyes off it, couldn't help but open his mouth, who would have thought that this was a little girl who was sick and on the verge of going to the west ten years ago, she was not very old and had slender wrists, and she might lose to adults in strength, but she was not flustered and confident against the enemy in battle, as if she had faced thousands of troops and horses, and she had also faced a thousand shots.

The skill has become secondary, and the most important thing is that the calm and unfazed bearing, which has surpassed the millions of people on the field.

Gradually, cheers rang out over the West Campus.

Lu Yixin obviously won half admiration and half contempt.

Appreciate those who are eager to be virtuous and out of reach, and the contempt is naturally the high-flying royal ladies and ladies - a little girl, what kind of body does she look like in the pile of big men, with high sleeves and bare arms, she doesn't know the courtesy, righteousness and shame and doesn't care about everyone's eyes, and the heat of the warm spring afternoon makes the sweat drip down her cheeks, where is the appearance of a famous lady.

A wild girl is a wild girl, and it will never be possible to reach the hall of elegance.

The Ninety-Five Venerable didn't say a word, and the warm tea on the dragon case was replaced by three or five lamps, and the incense with tobacco curled mixed with the fragrance of wild grasses and vines everywhere in the mountains and forests outside the imperial city.

Lu Zhongsi, who couldn't get up under the ring, was already stunned, he knew that his little sister was not bad, but he didn't know that she was so outstanding and stubborn and refused to admit defeat, the rounds of attacks made her pant like a cow, the wound on her shoulder could not heal because of the violent pulling, the blood stains slowly soaked through the cloth, her spear was held in the palm of her hand and was still straight and straight at her side, as if she refused to bend her back half an inch.

The opponents in the red flower ring have changed one after another, but she is still standing, her sword aura is like a rainbow, and her spear is like practice.

General Shi Hai stroked his beard and sighed abruptly: "I can't think of it—I really can't imagine it—this ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulty, could it be that you want to call a little girl to break it?" Of course, he was just talking to himself, the leader of the school martial arts trial will be rewarded by the saint, not an official and a half-position but also a family fortune, how many young men have practiced hard for three years, and they have been defeated day and night in the hands of Lu Yixuan, who was killed halfway, and they are all vulnerable.

Ten years, if Shi Hai is not mistaken, he is indeed curious about how he changed from a medicine jar to a girl who can now hold a spear and a horizontal knife.

The general is not disgusted, but optimistic about its success, the great country should have a good hero boy to fuel the fire, if there is no challenger in this half pillar of incense, then this year's leader, is this Lu girl, the four generations of famous ministers of the Wei State Mansion, disappeared in one dynasty, and now, it is used to use this state of splitting mountains and seas to return to the court.

General Shi Hai shook his palm heavily, and was about to step into the ring to ask for holy will, look at the young man under the stage, either his nose is blue and his face is swollen, or he is trembling, and the incense ash in the golden furnace is blown away by the breeze, and he is about to wither down-

The die is cast.

"Step", Feiyan's footsteps jumped into the high platform with the sound, the noise around him suddenly stopped, General Shi Hai was stunned and shocked, and the colorful feathers were half hidden in the moonlight robe, the most bright March spring will be gold and silver threads are swaying, the breeze blows through the long hair of the man's front, as if weaving feathers ink ripples the heart.

The man smiled, and the sun shone through the silhouette of the eyelashes falling off the wings, lazy and light, and bright.

The school martial arts field was quiet in vain, and even breathed clearly, and then fluttered, and the silver finch flew across the sky.

Colorful feathers, floating shadows.

"It's you bastard." Lu Yixuan picked up the spear and blurted out subconsciously, isn't it the bastard who spoils her heart, she was shocked that she would have a narrow path in this imperial city school martial arts trial, no, she should have expected that this rich and absurd bone would be the perverse and wanton raised by ordinary people.

"Hugh be presumptuous!" Although Lu Yixuan lowered his voice, he couldn't escape Shi Hai's ears, and the general frowned and drank, "The first emperor is personally sealed, the royal lord, in front of the prince of Fengyang, how can you be allowed to shout." Not to mention the old general's heart, but the little soldiers around him who heard the whispers trembled.

The prince of Fengyang.

Lu Yixuan really didn't come to her senses when she was stunned, and her eyes swept over the faces of Yu Linwei around her before she realized that she had heard correctly.

Fengyang Wangye, Feng Ming Evil, the little prince of Shengjing, who is not as big as Fengyang Wang, has enjoyed the brocade clothes and jade food and glory and wealth of the Dayan Dynasty, and the favor of the two generations of emperors is vividly on him, if you try to ask who can be thousands of miles away, one person under ten thousand people, except for Feng Mingxi, who else.

Lu Yixin was shocked, she was indeed shocked.

This man who seems to be good at talking and laughing freely in the wind and snow will be the most provoked guy in Shengjing City, and he himself - gratuitous and frivolous, intimidating, and moving a lot of soil on the head of this Tai Sui.

And now, retribution has arrived.

This man is the real one, the roadblocker.

"Lu Yixuan," the Ninety-Five Supreme on the high platform stood up, and the surrounding civil and military officials dared to sit, standing straight and upright in a swarm, "The sword has no eyes, and the point will stop." ”

This sentence is simple, but the meaning is deep, how many children of the family are in the ring, who is not the pillar of the future country of the Dayan Dynasty, but which one provokes the Son of Heaven to make a big move, isn't this obvious, Lu Yixuan wants to win the leader safely, it is even more difficult.

Feng Mingxie smiled slightly when he heard the grace of heaven, and his idle and lazy tone seemed to take all the favors for granted, this person was rich and affordable, and he didn't need to be jealous: "Jin Feng with a wooden handle, there are two in seven feet, Wei Guogong has the best marksmanship, splashing water can't enter, arrows and stones can't be urged, unpredictable, therefore, the deification is endless." ”

"Thank you for the praise," Lu Yixuan took a step back slightly, and every word of his words was afraid that it was a trap: "Please also ask the prince to choose weapons." ”

"What's the need," Feng Mingye waved his hand carelessly, and the feathers flying on his sleeve robe were like the phosphorescent light of a butterfly's wings, "This king doesn't want to bully the small with the big and be criticized for not being martial." ”

He raised his eyebrows lightly, and he was elegant, tired, and lively, where is he here to try his skills, it is clear, he is here to confuse all beings!

Lu Yixuan's heart inevitably gave birth to two points of disgust, the spear in his hand was suddenly choked by a force, the strength was not brutal but ingenious, Feng Mingxie's speed was far faster than she expected.

Lu Yixuan lost the opportunity under the distraction, she turned the gun with her backhand, the sharp spike and the handle were eyebrows, committed to dodging the attack of Feng Ming's evil detective, and the spear was played from behind to make a false momentum into the gun, this time it will definitely be able to provoke the opponent's cross arm to make a false move, as long as a thousand shots can make something out of nothing, hit the enemy flawed - Lu Yixuan turned the lightning in his brain, and calculated all the battles foolproof, but between the eyebrows and eyes slightly raised, he saw Feng Mingxie's eyes at a glance with a smile and hidden, almost at the same moment, her shoulder blades stabbed fiercely, and the offensive of the false gun suddenly stopped, The head of the gun was halfway pierced, and the tiger's mouth was blocked by the palm of his hand.