Everyone at the banquet was attracted by Ji Fusheng's wonderful dancing. Even Su Daji's piano sound seemed to be overshadowed.

Through getting along these days, the relationship between Su Daji and Ji Fusheng has heated up rapidly. The two of them have a common topic, this Luo Shen Fu, Daji has already written for Ji Fusheng.

And the song of Ji Fusheng's dance, the two of them have already danced it in private. It's just the first time it's been presented to the public. But I didn't know that the response was so big.

Su Quanzhong didn't expect that his fiancée, Ji Fusheng, would be so versatile. The first time he looked at it, he felt that he had been captivated by her.

My Fair Lady, Gentleman. Su Quanzhong was not exempt from vulgarity, he just thought that Weizi was sent to monitor Jizhou, but now he has long forgotten about this.

Will Wei Zishou send such a strange woman to monitor Jizhou? That would inevitably be too much to pay, after all, Su Hu was just a small prince at that time.

Wei Zishou's gaze has never left Su Daji, even if Ji Fusheng's dance is moving, for Wei Zishou, it is a pink skull.

In his eyes, there is only Su Daji. After the dance, the hall applauded. Everyone feasts their eyes, and there are even Daji's soundtracks, which are like fairyland, and it is worth the trip.

"I didn't expect the princess to dance like this, it's really Luan back to Fengzhu, and the feather coat is staggering."

Su Quanzhong couldn't help but praise him, Ji Fusheng was slightly possessed, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.

Men are like that, Daji is right, they just covet my body. Now that the dance is over, the eyes of the men in the room are full of greed.

Of course, except for Wei Zishou, his eyes never stayed on her. Even Su Quanzhong's eyes were a little greedy.

This is not to blame Su Quanzhong, after all, he has been drunk on martial arts for the past seventeen years, and he has never experienced anything between men and women.

A son as big as him has already had a group of wives and concubines. And Su Quanzhong is still a child, clean and self-conscious.

Now that he sees Ji Fusheng's charming and colorful side, he is naturally a little strong.

The feast continued, but the meals were like chewing wax. Su Quanzhong ate a few bites hastily, and then didn't eat any more.

The corners of Daji's mouth rose, and seeing Su Quanzhong's appearance, Daji knew that everything was under control.

After the banquet, Weizi was awarded the title of Emperor Yi, and all the civil and military ministers of Jizhou knelt on the ground.

"The king is gracious, I wish my king a long life!"

Su Hu took the lead in bowing, and Wei Zishou handed the bamboo slip to Su Hu. said with a smile: "Father is overjoyed, his condition is much better."

"The king is virtuous, and he has his own heavenly protection!"

After a few more pleasantries, Su Hu arranged a room for Wei Zishou and Huang Feihu to stay. Right next to Ji Fusheng, Wei Zishou waved his hand and asked Huang Feihu to step back, he had something to ask Ji Fusheng.

Huang Feihu retreated, and only Wei Zi Shou and Ji Fusheng were left in the room. No one knows what they said.

After Huang Feihu came out, he bumped into Su Quanzhong. He bowed his hand and said: "The son of the world is polite!"

Su Quanzhong hurriedly returned the salute, and the person standing in front of him was Huang Feihu, the son of Marshal Huang. And Huang Feihu himself is famous, he and Weizi have a meritorious role in destroying the alien race. Breaking 30,000 with 10,000 is an unprecedented record of Dashang.

"General Flying Tiger is polite, I have long heard of General Flying Tiger's name, and I have always wanted to get acquainted, but I didn't have a chance, and I got what I wanted today."

Su Quanzhong has long wanted to get acquainted with Huang Feihu, he worships the strong, and Huang Feihu is the strong. It is said that he can lift a thousand catties of bronze tripods, and his power is infinite.

"The prince is in love, and the flying tiger is a martial artist."

Huang Feihu is very modest, after all, he is not King Wucheng yet. In the face of the princes, it is natural to lower their posture.

"Brother Flying Tiger's words are wrong, he is not talented, and he has been drunk in martial arts for many years, and he just wants to have a fight with Brother Flying Tiger today, I don't know if I can appreciate my face?"

Huang Feihu saw that Su Quanzhong was also a man of temperament, so he was no longer polite, and arched his hand and said: "Since this is the case, then the two of us will have a discussion, and the point will be reached!"

"Please!"

Su Quanzhong and Huang Feihu came to the school grounds, only to see Huang Feihu pick a Yuwang lance and wave it a few times at will. Su Quanzhong's heart tightened, and as soon as the expert made a move, he knew if there was one.

Huang Feihu danced the Yu Wang lance alone, which was enough to deter, and he himself couldn't do it alone to wield the Yu Wang lance so well.

"Brother Flying Tiger's divine power!"

Su Quanzhong also picked out a spear, and shook out a few spears, which also made Huang Feihu's eyes shine.

These few spear flowers can show Su Quanzhong's skills, which are really practiced. Technique, the use of power, must be almost perfect in order to shake out.

Huang Feihu suddenly became interested, and he always cherished each other when he made a move.

"Brother Flying Tiger, take it!"

I saw Su Quanzhong's spear come out in an instant, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and the speed was staggering.

But Huang Feihu is not a vegetarian, as the so-called one force will drop ten, when Su Quanzhong's spear head was about to arrive in front of him, he raised Yu Wang lance and smashed it hard.

Su Quanzhong suddenly felt that his arm was numb, and he still underestimated Huang Feihu's strength. The hands holding the guns trembled slightly.

Su Quanzhong was shocked, because Huang Feihu looked light and light at this time, and he didn't feel the slightest hardship.

"Brother Flying Tiger, what a domineering power!"

"Brother Quan Zhong, what a handsome marksmanship!"

The two praised each other, but they also really admired each other in their hearts.

The two of you went back and forth, and after fifty rounds of fighting, Huang Feihu gradually became a little exhausted, after all, King Yu's lance was too heavy, and it would be too wasteful of physical strength to go on like this for a long time.

"I lost! Brother Quan Zhong's marksmanship is really amazing! ”

Huang Feihu took a step back, withdrew from the battle circle, and said sincerely.

But Su Quanzhong shook his head, he didn't think so.

"Brother Flying Tiger is humble, if you really go to the battlefield, you can't carry Brother Flying Tiger's ten guns, and you will die here."

Su Quanzhong is still self-aware, Huang Feihu is just fighting with him, if he really fights, he will die a long time ago.

I just got the cheapness of the weapon, and the Yuwang lance was too heavy, and it was laborious to wield it. And Su Quanzhong's marksmanship is so exquisite, it is quite good to be able to pass fifty rounds.

Huang Feihu smiled but didn't say anything, it was enough to have a heart. Su Quanzhong's martial arts are not an exaggeration to be called the first in Jizhou, and in this Jizhou City, no one can really beat him.

And this time also made him clearly realize that without the baptism of war, it is just a gorgeous move after all, and he can't reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

Huang Feihu's moves are wide open and close, there are no gorgeous moves, but they are all killer moves. Without the slightest drag, that's the gap.

"Quan Zhong has been taught! Brother Flying Tiger deserves to be the first warrior of my big business! ”

Su Quanzhong was very convinced, and worshipping Huang Feihu also made him feel a lot, but Huang Feihu shook his head.

"How many people do I have in business? Right now, I'm no match for anyone. ”

"Oh? And the people who the Flying Tiger Brother can't beat? Su Quanzhong asked in surprise.

"Naturally, this person is Gongzishou!"