Qingxiang Town, suburbs.

Some of the yellowed lawns remind people of the arrival of autumn, and in the distance there is a small river that meanders and meanders.

Nearby, there was an open area, and there were no horseshoe prints on the lawn, indicating that no one had come here for a long time.

has been living in the courtyard behind the Longdian Restaurant, even if the Jiangnan courtyard is elegant, Yuan Zheng is also a little idle, so come out to see.

He knew that with the ability of the Jiangnan family, he had already known that he had come to the land of Jiangnan.

As for why he hadn't sent an assassin to contact him, this was what Yuan Zheng was puzzled about.

I didn't know Xie Hua before, but after I came, I knew Xie Hua's fame, Yuan Zheng thought to himself, no matter how gentle Xie Hua is, no matter how gentle he is, he can't revenge a gentleman, so he has to find some ground.

What Yuan Zheng did at the beginning not only slapped the southerners in the face, but also provoked disputes between the northerners and the southerners.

Let's not talk about how the rest of the Jiangnan family express their position, at least the Jiangnan Xie family has something to do after all.

The struggle between the north and the south has never ceased since ancient times.

Since ancient times, there have been emperors and generals in the north, and literati and writers in the south.

If the north is rough and heroic, then the south is naturally elegant.

Even in the temples of the Great Wei Dynasty, there has always been no harmony between Wenchen and military generals, even if they are all Wenchen, there is also a distinction between the north and the south, and there is intrigue in private, I don't know how many.

The one in the imperial city also turned a blind eye to this.

After all, during the war, it is necessary to pay attention to the military generals, and during the non-war period, it is necessary for the literati and artists in the south to relieve the tense atmosphere, add elegance, and soothe the people's customs.

In such a suburb, the yellowed lawn, if there is a lovely girl from a good family who puts paper kites here, it will look more picturesque.

At the end of the field of vision, there was a figure that was not tall and straight, that person was well-proportioned, strong, with a slightly round face, about twenty years old, and was walking towards Yuan Zheng unhurriedly.

Wanli Yanyunzhao raised his head, and the two five-colored deer were indifferent.

As the man gradually walked in, Yuan Zheng cleared the appearance of the man, his face was loyal and honest, but he was holding a Qi Mei stick in his hand, which was said to be a bit thick and not wooden.

Carrying the handle and wanting to take off, Yuan Zheng waved his hand, and then the handle was settled.

The young man in plain clothes suddenly jumped up, holding a thick eyebrow stick in his hand, and smashed down towards Yuan Zheng in a concise and violent manner.

In mid-air, a not beautiful arc was rolled, but it was extremely domineering, and there was a tendency to kill people with a stick.

The violent true yuan is surging, Yuan is looking carefully, this stick has at least three thousand catties of strength.

Pull out the fighting ghost at your waist, put the horizontal sword above your head, and make a blocking stance.

Boom!

With a loud bang, the yellowish lawn rolled up in the wind, forming waves of grass, which slowly spread out.

The fighting ghost rubbed against this eyebrow stick to create a breathtaking electric flint, and it also revealed the sound of Jin Ge's explosion, piercing the eardrums.

When Yuan was in Qinling, the food had always been very good, and his body had always undergone great supplements, and when he practiced swordsmanship, he imperceptibly digested it.

As a result, Yuan Zheng's strength is also very good, and he can also use heavy weapons.

Ordinary swordsmen will not directly block heavy weapons like this eyebrow stick head-on, usually avoid it, wait for the opportunity to move, and the sword is dexterous and not fierce.

Yuan Zheng also wanted to try how strong he could be with Zhenyuan.

This time, he held off the violent stick that fell from the sky by this southern youth, if this stick weighed a little more than two or three hundred catties, Yuan Zheng might not be able to stand it, and it might be affected.

It's good to stand it, at least the face is still on the face.

Yuan Zheng slightly moved the Canghai Liuhe, exerted a slight force, and a sword swept away the stick, and several brilliant sword qi greeted the young man in the south.

The young man in the south is not a fool, after a head-on blow is missed, he immediately dodges it, and the sword qi of the fighting ghost is extremely sharp.

Without any fancy, the calm and simple body of the young man in the south allowed him to stand one meter away from Yuan Zheng steadily, unharmed.

Yuan Zheng asked with a smile: "I didn't even say hello, I just started it, but I didn't pay much attention to it." ”

Tang Yi said coldly: "I just need to know that you are Yuan Zheng, there is no need to say hello." ”

Yuan Zheng was stunned for a moment, and said that southerners like to beat around the bush, and the young man in front of him is more than straightforward.

However, his voice is still a little soft, even if a southerner is full of energy, but most of the time he speaks, he is not too domineering.

Inexplicably, I feel that this Tang Yi is a little interesting.

Yuan Zhengdao: "Are you here to test me, or are you here to test my depth." ”

Tang Yi said: "It's all!"

Without saying a word, he mentioned the thick eyebrow stick, and a series of stick methods surged towards Yuan Zheng like a tide.

The fighting ghost is a sharp sword without a scabbard, and the ordinary blade will be cut off if it comes into contact with the fighting ghost.

But this eyebrow stick has been in contact with the fighting ghost many times, but it only left some traces on the surface of the stick, and there was not much damage.

It seems that this stick is also quite exquisite.

Yuan Zheng still had a good impression of this young man from the south, and he didn't use the Vertical and Horizontal Holy Sword, nor did he use the self-created Ling Evil Three Swords.

It was just a simple parry against the offensive of this southern youth.

Its stick method is tiger and tiger, and it is still a gang wind, cutting people's cheeks.

The atmosphere is majestic and endless, and every time the fighting ghost comes into contact with this eyebrow stick, Yuan Zheng feels more and more that the strength of this young man in the south is extremely extraordinary.

At least above Yuanzheng.

You went back and forth, after about thirty rounds.

Tang Yi didn't feel tired, but he also felt bored, so he took the initiative to stop: "Yuan Zheng, why don't you do it, just defend and not attack, your sword can compete with my mountain, and your swordsmanship should not be weaker than my stick technique." ”

"Haven't I pushed you to the point of life and death?"

Yuan Zheng was not angry, and smiled indifferently: "Maybe so." ”

Tang Yi was furious, even if he was angry, his voice was still girly, but to the ears of the southerners, Tang Yi's voice was already full of energy.

This time, holding the stick with both hands, on top of the rolling surface, a dense spark was tossed, connected into a long line, and there was a faint tendency of sparks burning the prairies.

In terms of realm cultivation alone, this young man is at the peak of the image realm, not as good as Yuan Zheng, and the momentum that can be presented can be called like a rainbow.

An extremely violent aura permeated, and the temperature around them rose sharply, and even peppercorns and fennel retreated a few steps slightly.

Yuan Zheng narrowed his eyes, knowing that this benevolent brother was going to move seriously.

Tang Yi held the stick in both hands, swept over, hit a large area with the stick, rolled up bursts of flame vortex, with a strong Gangfeng, Gangfeng derived a wind blade, close to kill the enemy, far can take the momentum.

The strength of a random stick is about 10,000 catties.

At this point, Yuan Zheng didn't dare to hold it up.

A sword slashed down vertically, killing the sword out, and the blue-golden sword qi formed a void giant sword, like Mount Tai pressing the top, directly slashing towards this southern youth.

Tang Yi's expression changed greatly, and he thought to himself, this is probably the catty of King Wu's concubine.

Rumble!

The mountain was opened in his hand, and a stick swept through, quite savagely pumping Yuan Zheng's sword qi away from the original track.

Yuan Zheng's hand holding the sword tilted by more than three points in an instant.

It can be seen how heavy the strength of this stick is, and Yuan Zheng's realm cultivation is above Tang Yi.

The sword qi entered the body, and the clothes on Tang Yi's body were broken in many places with different sizes, the tiger's mouth, forearms, and shoulders were even cut out of blood grooves of different sizes by the residual sword qi.

Almost covered in blood, Tang Yi also paid the price for breaking the killing sword.

Tang Yi doesn't know how to retreat, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, he was and still is.

Gritting his teeth, he urged the true yuan of his body, and the whole body revealed a roar, like a roaring oven.

Seeing this, Yuan Zheng immediately said: "Brother, you and I have no grievances, why are you so desperate?"

The third prince has already seen that this young man from the south is not an assassin, at least the person who assassinated him, he will never fight him one-on-one, and he is still so upright and fair.

And what puzzled Yuan Zheng was that even if this southern young man wanted to test his depth, why did he work so hard.

He is no longer urging the true yuan, but burning the true yuan, after burning the true yuan, he can go down, but afterwards, it is inevitable that some disease roots on the foundation of martial arts will fall, such as maggots on the tarsal bones, which cannot be pulled out for a lifetime.

The young man in the south clenched the mountain opening stick and roared majestically: "I just want you to know that I have a martial artist in the south!"

Its voice is like Huang Zhong Da Lu, its momentum can open mountains and rivers, and its style can be called brave.