Beimang's big war of one person against one country.

It really shocked many people, if it weren't for the fact that the martial arts evaluation had not yet been assessed, it was estimated that Deng Tai'a would be ranked below Chen Jun.

Now Chen Jun has a lot of martial artists, and the fans of the swordsman are all competing with Deng Tai'a's admirers.

Each said his own thing, while shouting about his record, Deng Tai'a angrily scolded the two for not fighting each other, let alone Wang Xianzhi, regardless of the record, it was nothing.

This turmoil is in an uproar, and each of them has a point.

And as time went by, the debate about who was stronger and who was weak in the combat power of the two sword gods Deng Tai'a and Chen Jun spread all over the world, but the two people involved did not make the slightest movement.

The old monster in Emperor Martial City overlooked the clouds and watched coldly.

No matter who wins or loses, it seems that it is difficult to shake his throne, and even if someone wins, it is only in the end that he is confronted.

In any case, Chen Jun's voice on the rivers and lakes is getting higher and higher, and even in terms of the number of fans, he has surpassed Deng Tai'a by a lot.

If it weren't for his low-key behavior, there were no down-to-earth anecdotes, hoeing the strong and helping the weak, and his fame would have surpassed Wang Xianzhi.

Gangnam Province.

Xu Fengnian glanced up at the three characters of Yangchun City written in seal script on the head of the city, pursed his lips, and rushed in. Then a hundred flying horses rushed in behind him, ignoring the surprised look of the lieutenant next to him.

Light horsemen pierced through the city gates.

More than 100 standard knives with cold and beautiful shapes shine dazzlingly in the door hole after being unsheathed.

No one dared to move.

After entering the city, Xu Fengnian and his group looked for a restaurant and went straight up, and after being taken to the second floor by the guys to sit down, the business here was booming, and it was overcrowded, so I saw that the diners were divided into two batches, and there was a granddaughter in the window who talked about Jiangnan Pingdan, Xu Fengnian and the old sword god and others sat down, only to realize that it was the battle of Beimang.

The pair of granddaughters, the old blind told stories, and told the story of the little girl with a yellow face and thin muscles, sitting on a small bench, playing the pipa. The pipa is of inferior quality, and the hand skills are jerky, far from being called natural.

The blind artist didn't talk for long, and when His Royal Highness the Prince began to drink, he finished talking about a warm-up little song, talking about how Chen Jun fought against the Beimang military god Tuoba Bodhisattva, but there didn't seem to be many diners willing to listen, Xu Fengnian and the old sword god drank face to face, thought about it, and beckoned the shopkeeper to send a bowl of Jiangnan wine to the grandfather and grandson downstairs.

The blind old storyteller put the bowl of wine in his hand, and when he spoke of rising, he raised his hand and took a sip of wine.

"What does the old sword god think?" Xu Fengnian said.

Li Chungang stuffed a few peanuts into his mouth, "The singing is sonorous and sonorous, very good." ”

Hiss.... Xu Fengnian shook his head: "Old man, you are pretending to be confused, you know what I am talking about, you don't feel anything about my teacher fighting against Beimang?" ”

"I don't feel anything, I'm so bold, no worse than Wang Xianzhi!"

"That's useless." Xu Fengnian continued to shake his head: "I remember what the teacher said to Xu Xiao in Beiliang, in the face of Beimang, he will only have more luck in Liyang.

The Empress of Beimang invited the teacher to have a meal, free of one percent, three percent of the concept of national fortune, not to mention Liyang, do you say that Mr. will fight? ”

"What do you think?" Li Chungang ate peanuts and asked rhetorically, "The fact that Beimang's national fortune was cut off by three percent is known to the world, if there were still people who couldn't detect his goal before, now as long as Jiangnan, Wudang, Beiliang, and Beimang are linked, his purpose is obvious." ”

"I know." Xu Fengnian lowered his head and took a sip of wine, "But Beimang is not as good as Liyang, the Spring and Autumn Festival is prosperous here, and the masters on the rivers and lakes are even more endless, according to Xu Xiao's intelligence, the Liyang Dynasty is already mobilizing, and the teacher is injured again, and it is easy to encounter danger if he moves rashly." ”

"If you're worried about him, you might as well be worried about you."

Li Chungang was in a relaxed state, and Xu Fengnian was restless.

The blind storyteller made a dozen bamboo sticks and drank three sips of wine.

Said the low shout of the sword.

said that the sword slashed the true dragon of Beimang's national fortune.

It is said that the 18,000 are called the Wuliu 'Don't Stay' sword, and send the Tuoba Bodhisattva out of the city.

"Stinky blind man, don't you know that there can't be any deeds of that martial artist in Yangchun City?"

Suddenly, an angry scream interrupted the storytelling, and the bench roared away, and the granddaughter next to her pounced on her forehead in a hurry, and the blood splattered on the table.

"Little Red, Little Red, Little Red !!"

The old blind man wailed in pain, but was greeted with a sneering laughter.

"Fuck you."

Seeing the scene in front of him, thinking of what happened to his sister Xu Zhihu in this city, Xu Fengnian picked up a bench and went berserk!

On the day of the summer solstice, it is popular to go on an outing with three or five friends in the Huaibei area of the two rivers from Yangyang.

In the wilderness, when the flowers are in full bloom, the blue waves on both sides of the strait are rippling, the scenery is pleasant, and the official roads on both sides are full of luxury frames.

"Qingfeng, how do you feel?"

"Much better." Xuanyuan Qingfeng's face was a lot ruddy, and he looked at the person in front of him who was holding the reins of the imperial horse, and said, "Sir, let me come, Qingfeng deserves it." ”

"What's not to be ashamed of, you've been driving me for more than a year, and you haven't been in the carriage I just bought yesterday for a day."

"Sir, if you are insulted like this, Qingfeng is not qualified."

"What kind of insult is not qualified, your father is not as pedantic as you! People are raised by their fathers and mothers, who said that those who hold swords are more noble than those who hold hoes? Like Xu Fengnian, hasn't he also begged for three years? ”

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was silent at this time, I don't know if I listened to it or not, the practice was in his own, Chen Jun couldn't do it, passing by the wine shop on the riverbank, the two got off the carriage, the guys in the open-air wine shop were quite elf, seeing that they were a fairy woman's stunning beauty, a person with extraordinary bearing, and hurriedly arranged a good position, saying that it was good, but in fact, it was not much good in the roadside wild, but the location was quiet, and the scenery of the beautiful people in the river could be seen clearly.

After a while, the shopkeeper served the wine and dishes, which were the fresh fish of the season in Huaibei, the river shrimp supplemented by dried bamboo shoots, cabbage dishes, and common beef, Xuanyuan Qingfeng ate two or three bites, unless it was the food made by Chen Jun, she would never eat more, but Chen Jun was a foodie, eating wherever he went, chewing slowly, and tasting the flavors of various places.

"You stinky boy, you dare to eat the overlord meal with a wooden sword in your waist?"

In front of the left side of the restaurant, the shopkeeper led the rest of the guys to surround a poor-looking young man.

The young man looked ordinary, and he could look like everyone else in the crowd, but he was carrying a wooden sword at his waist, the sword was in the style of an ordinary martial arts, but he hung a gourd wine jug, with a stupid face, and he smiled apologetically at the guys, and looked around from the corner of his eye, as if he was planning to take the opportunity to escape.

This overlord meal is set.

"Do you kid give money?" The guy yelled angrily.

"Can you take credit, I remember this store, and I will repay it tenfold in the future." The young man with the wooden sword said embarrassedly.

"Eat the overlord meal, call me!"

Three or four men grabbed the wooden sword and the young man didn't let go, punching and kicking, falling like a storm.

"Don't hit people in the face, your Uncle Wen walks the rivers and lakes and eats with this face, ruining this face, you don't even recognize me in the future, how can you ask me for money?"

"Oops, hey, let's kill someone."

“.....”

Xuanyuan Qingfeng frowned when he looked at it.

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Jun's mouth.