Qu Yaxia looked at him, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and said: "Prince of Jin, in the current situation, it seems that you don't have any capital to make conditions with us. ”

Qu Ya tightened his spear, and a trace of blood appeared on Guan Kuo's throat, although he was not much taller than Li Qianrong who was sitting on the back of the traceless horse, but he still had a deep downward posture.

"See," he didn't know how to talk well with a child, and he didn't treat Li Qianrong too much as an innocent poor child, "I only need to stab forward gently, and this fool's throat will be pierced, and your own little life is also in our hands, it belongs to us, doesn't it seem a little stupid for you to exchange what belongs to us for what belongs to us?" ”

Li Qianrong's little face was pale, he didn't know what to say, what Qu Yaxia said was the truth, but he was very reluctant to believe that it was the truth.

"Qianrong, don't ask for them," Guan Kuo stared at the tip of the gun close at hand, "It's useless, that will only make the bad guys happier and more comfortable in their hearts, you will get more humiliation, and it's not worth it to show weakness without use." ”

Li Qianrong nodded bitterly and stopped talking, he knew that what he said just now was indeed useless, but he really couldn't bear to see Guan Kuo die because of himself (at least he thought so).

"Guan Kuo, I'm starting to admire you," Qu Yaxia smiled for a rare time, but the smile was inducing, "I didn't expect that the son of Guan Qinghe back then would also pose as a very backbone stinky fart now." ”

"But it's useless," the tip of his spear was still pressed against Guan Kuo's throat, "Five hundred Zhennan horses, no one can survive, I think, even the Southern Wu Holy General back then, you have to weigh it!" ”

He said this sentence very arrogantly, but at this moment he does have arrogant capital.

The Southern Wu Holy General has disappeared for more than ten years, and the deeds of the past can only become an ethereal legend, and he is a young man, and young people like to believe that the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach. If they can be more capitalized than the elderly, especially the unbelievably powerful elderly, then it will make them feel extremely comfortable in their hearts.

Guan Kuo looked around, and the iron armor of the five hundred Zhennan rode was shining in the sun.

The shadows cast on the ground were like a large dark cloud.

With such a terrifying combat power, even the thousands of soldiers in this area are estimated to be unable to take it.

They have arrogant, proud capital.

Qu Yaxia was finally able to laugh out loud, and laughed very quickly.

"Who can ascend to heaven today?"

His loud laughter echoed in the four fields, almost breaking through the sky.

"Oh? Is it? Then I want to try to see if I can still reach the sky. ”

What accompanied him laughed aloud was not the wind and clouds, the mountains and rivers discolored, and the invincible spirit, but a crumpled old voice, like a dried orange peel, so hard and tasteless.

But he can't help but have such a charm of dominating the world.

His voice appeared there, and it was like a white cloud retreating, and there were few sunny days.

"Who!?"

In this empty field, ten miles beyond the Huai River, a voice other than them suddenly appeared, and the cold light flashed in the eyes under the cliff, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a trace of contempt, and he took advantage of the height of the horses to go in that direction.

He saw that at the end of heaven and earth, at the first line, the old man came with a hunched back and trembling.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one him left.

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Throughout the ages, there have been many strong people.

Many names are not carved, but they are deeply imprinted into people's hearts.

Their deeds, their words.

Among them, there must be the old man who is now on the edge of the sky.

He is an invincible existence, and how lonely it is to be truly invincible.

There is no need for a vigorous oath, and there is no need for him to be outspoken, and he looks extremely domineering.

Between heaven and earth, his image of an old hunchback is so small and weak.

But the kind of "potential" hidden in his body is induced from the surface of his body, echoing in the surrounding area, and the style is timeless.

Qu Yaxia's eyes narrowed.

He could feel that the hunchbacked old man should have a strong capital, but he was not able to give him any sense of oppression, there were five hundred towns and south horses here, and he could crisscross the territory, so the old man's strength did not make him jealous, but made him feel provoked, so he was very displeased.

The Zhennan cavalry on the periphery formed a long iron wall, facing the old man who was slowly approaching, ready to wait for the old man to approach, and then charge forcefully at any time and crush it to pieces.

The old man approached.

He stood a hundred feet away, his old clothes blown away by the wind.

His withered body was hidden in his clothes, and he looked very thin, and at his apparent age, he really looked like he should have reached the point where he should have run out of oil to recuperate.

But I don't know what he is doing when he comes here today.

His thin and old appearance and the strong words on the contrary made Qu Yaxia and those young and vigorous Beitang Zhennan Riders feel very uncomfortable, because they had to take care of their own identities and not end up with a notoriety of bullying the weak and bullying the weak, so they were not in a hurry to do it for the time being.

Guan Kuo fell off the horse's back without a trace, and the tip of the spear under the cliff was against his throat.

All around him were all high in Zhennan, so he was standing on the ground and his vision was blocked, and he couldn't see the old man who was talking.

It's just that he vaguely felt that the voice, especially the tone of voice when he spoke, was slightly familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"Old man, are you here to join in the fun?"

Qu Yaxia finally decided to speak, he changed his previous indifferent and indifferent expression, with a slight playful smile on his face, and he didn't mean to do anything at all.

Guan Kuo and Li Qianrong are two people together, there are so many of them, they still do it, that's because Guan Kuo is the person Li Zenan wants to kill, but now this old man who seems to be a little bit of a pound, and they have no grievances, they don't bother to do it, so as not to fall into the reputation of Zhennan Qi.

The old man's mouth was grinning, his skin as old as orange peel looked seeping, and his eyes seemed to shimmer with a ghostly light, as if a hungry wolf had seen its prey.

"You have to say that the old man is having fun, it's okay, the old man originally didn't like a place with a lot of people, so it's rare to join in the fun today."

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