Wang Anfeng looked at the handsome 'young man' in front of him blankly, first in disbelief, and then the joy of reuniting old friends rose, and the strange heartbeat under the moonlit night before was accelerated, but it no longer appeared, as if it was an illusion that day.

With his right hand on the ground, he jumped up.

Nine months ago, Wang Anfeng was still the same height as Xue Qinshuang, but at this time, he had achieved a little success in martial arts, and his height had surpassed that of his friends, and he had a slight appearance.

Looking still handsome, just like yesterday's 'boy', Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, and had a lot to say, but he just said:

"You, why are you here?"

The old people reunited, Xue Qinshuang was also in a good mood, and said with a smile:

"Why can't I come?"

"Could it be that the huge Fufeng County is the property of Brother Wang, and the city gate is wide open, so he won't let me in?"

The last sentence was faintly teasing, Wang Anfeng waved his hand again and again, and said hurriedly:

"How could it be ......"

Seeing that he seemed to take casual jokes seriously, Xue Qinshuang was quite amused and interrupted him:

"Okay, but it's just joking, why take it seriously......"

He groaned and didn't explain in detail, but said:

"An Feng, you should know that I was supposed to be in retreat at home for three years, and during it, something happened, so I made an agreement with the elders in the family to let me come out and practice in Fufeng."

"When I arrived in Fufeng, I saw you, and Xiuwei was close to breaking through the nine grades, which really surprised me."

The voice paused slightly, Xue Qinshuang's eyes lit up slightly, as if he saw some kind of beautiful scenery that was extremely worth looking forward to, and then looked at the students behind him who looked unhappy and left with a black face like a gambler who had lost everything, frowned and said:

"However, with your cultivation as a martial artist, why are you still being chased so embarrassed?"

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, the matter was troublesome, and he didn't know how to explain it, but his expression changed slightly at this time, and he said:

"Not good!"

………………………………

Outside the martial arts arena.

The soldier's young man's Mo knife had already been thrown aside, and the other two scuffled together, with one enemy and two, not an opponent at all, he was pressed with a hammer, temporarily lost his strength, lying on the ground panting, and the other two students got up in embarrassment, also panting, only feeling that although they were victorious, they were even more tired than defeated.

The level of solidity of this man is simply outrageous.

Knock down once, get up twice.

"Finally...... Finally don't move! ”

"Boy, you, you're up again!"

And the soldier boy just rolled his eyes on the ground, and the student in the ink-colored power suit breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, raised his eyes to look into the distance, and said to his companion:

"They should have won......"

Another student said:

"Yes, it should be...... Whew, after all, whew, after all, there is only one person. ”

The two students who were panting didn't notice that the palms of the young soldier who were pressed to the ground and had no strength to fight again were full of unwillingness, and they trembled and lifted up.

Daqin wiping socks are mostly made of cloth, because the cloth is not elastic and easy to fall when wearing, so the upper end of the socks is decorated with a tie. The trembling hands carefully loosened the loose ties at the top of the two men's socks, tied them together, and then carefully tied them again.

Because the tie was straight, the two of them didn't notice it, and the student in the ink-colored suit gasped for breath and said, "I don't think about it, let's go and have a look." ”

"Okay."

The two of them carried their weapons upside down, and they didn't bother to look at the person behind them again, and they jumped out with their footwork, but they lost their balance in an instant, screamed, their martial arts were not high, and their strength was greatly lost, and they fell to the ground heavily, and they fell to the ground, and they screamed.

"Hahaha......"

There was a happy laugh behind him, and the two students got up dizzily, gritting their teeth and looking at the young soldier behind him who had no strength to fight again.

The latter has a pair of thick and messy eyebrows, a blue nose and swollen face, but it is also radiant.

"Uncle Baili, I, rely on it, don't be cowardly."

The eyebrows are hearty, obviously he failed miserably, but it always makes people feel that he is the winner.

The two students were so angry that they gritted their teeth, at this moment, a wooden sword broke through the air, and the sheath shot straight in front of the young man, Wang Anfeng, who was wearing a blue shirt, jumped down from the high wall, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, drew the sword out of the sheath, and slashed at the void.

At this time, in a hurry, he didn't stop his hand, and the sword blade spread with his strength, blowing the black hair of the two people to the ground wildly, and the sound of trembling and soft roaring made the scalps of the two students numb, and they couldn't help but stop their steps.

Wang Anfeng exhaled and said gently:

"Wang Anfeng has already lost, so let's stop with the two of you."

The two students were slightly stunned, glanced at each other, and thought that they were by no means Wang Anfeng's opponents, and they were both Fufeng students, and they had no grudges that could not be passed, and they had the intention of retreating, but they were teenagers, so when they left, they shouted and scolded, leaving down a lot of cruel words, Wang Anfeng didn't care, only put the sword into the sheath, turned around and walked quickly to the young man of the soldier's family, and after taking the pulse, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"It's okay...... Flesh wounds. ”

Raised his hand and turned him over, his right hand was wiped from his waist, the silver light flashed, and one by one the silver needles fell on the young man, his right hand flicked his fingers, and a Taisu needle method had been deployed, and at the same time, he took out a few bottles and cans from the belt given by the second master, and fed them to the young man, while saying apologetically:

"I'm sorry."

"Just now I saw you majestic, and I thought you were ......"

His voice paused slightly, and Wang Anfeng didn't know what to say, but his face was even more apologetic.

In the story of Libo, there are many people who are rescued who have to die or live, fight the enemy together, and then be stewed by the opponent with a spoon.

At that time, he saw that this young man was holding a heavy Mo knife, swaying freely, his temperament was calm and indifferent, and he had the demeanor of a master, and he must have martial arts above him. It's not good for me to go all out, and it's just a burden to stay, so I'll leave first and report back to me in the future.

Didn't think about it......

The soldier boy rolled his eyes wildly, opened his mouth and swallowed the pill unceremoniously, and said:

"You Confucian scholars are like this, Mingzhe protects yourself."

"It's okay to see you, but it's definitely not a chivalrous character."

Wang Anfeng had an apology on his face, and he didn't answer, but only applied the needle with his heart.

Xue Qinshuang watched him move with interest, gently picked up the Mo knife next to him on her toes, raised her hand to hold it, and said softly:

"It's a good painter."

When the young soldier heard this, he said proudly:

"Naturally, I made this myself, of course."

"In order to learn this craft, I spent hundreds of taels of silver and invited a stinky beggar to drink every day."

Xue Qinshuang smiled:

"It's interesting."

Because the blood had been dispersed by the acupuncture method, coupled with the effect of the qi tonifying pill, after Wang Anfeng collected the needle, the young man could already get up by himself, clenched his fist, and said strangely:

"Good means......

Over there, Xue Qinshuang shook his hand, and the Mo knife landed steadily beside the young man, who grabbed the Mo knife, shook off the knife, and said to the two of them:

"Thank you both."

Wang Anfeng replied: "It's ...... that I should thank you."

Seeing the apology on Wang Anfeng's face, the young soldier raised his thick eyebrows slightly, waved his hand loudly, and said:

"Don't look like this, I don't know what you think you've done to me...... Uncle, I just can't get used to those guys. ”

"We are dignified Qin hot-blooded men, we should win more with less, and be upright, which is the most proud!"

"With more to bully less, what kind of conspiracy and tricks are you doing, what kind of hero is it?"

The words were heroic, Wang Anfeng had a good impression, and asked:

"Under Wang Anfeng...... Dare to ask the surname Gao? ”

The brutal blade in the young man's hand slammed heavily on the ground, and grinned:

"The compound surname is 100 miles, and the single name is a seal."

"The seal of the marquis."

His voice paused slightly, and he said:

"Soldier, strategist."

Thanks to pqpqoxps for the reward, the long chapter is in the afternoon, and the more will be added later.

PS: The name of the soldier boy, provided by the book friend Bailifeng...... Thank.