"You're a good opponent."

Before Zhang Xin lifted his sword and left the venue, he glanced at Fang Yi, and his peach blossom eyes revealed a bit of appreciation.

In the entire Luojing City, there are very few people who can take his two hundred moves, and Fang Yi is still young now, there is still room for growth, in a few years, when he grows up, he will definitely be able to catch up with him.

Then he had one more opponent.

Fang Yi looked at Zhang Xin's distant back, tall and tall, his heart was shocked, he had mixed tastes, and it took a lot of effort before he bent down and picked up the lonely ring-headed knife lying on the ground, and turned to leave.

The people of the time are re-evaluated.

has this complimentary evaluation, even if he loses, he will not lose face.

Should he be glad that Zhang Xin was born in a scholar family, so he would not and disdainfully humiliate people easily.

Yes, he believes in disdain more than not.

Aya once said that the nobles value their bones, their promises, and they are open-minded, so even if they have all kinds of vices, there are many squires and moths, they occupy power and do not want to make progress, and they are extravagant, and they do not accumulate fat and ointment.

But in the same way, there are many good qualities in them that have been passed down for a long time.

It is worthy of praise and praise.

Seeing that Zhang Xin seemed to be prostration, and walked back, Lu Wei hurriedly greeted him, stretched out his hand to support him, and said with concern: "Are you okay?" ”

This fight has been going on for too long.

"It's okay, it's just a little tired, I'll take a little rest and I'll recover." Zhang Xin waved his hand, took Lu Wei's hand, and knelt down on the couch on the left side.

Lu Wei looked carefully, Zhang Xin's eyes were bright and his spirit was very excited, so he believed his words.

But seeing that Zhang Xin took a cup of honey water handed over by Yanghu, drank most of the cup slowly, took a long breath, and then put down the cup, Lu Wei was about to ask what was going on just now, who expected, in a moment's effort, Yang Jizong had already raised his sword and ran to the middle of the field.

Zhang Xin looked at the sword in Yang Jizong's hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

In a hurry, the other party did not prepare an additional ring-head knife.

Weapons can be borrowed, however, it is somewhat inferior to their usual hand, if it is said before, Yang Jizong planned to borrow Fang Yi's ring head knife, but with Fang Yi losing this game, in order to avoid mold, I am afraid that Yang Jizong will not borrow it.

Sure enough, it was true.

Only competing with the sword alone, Zheng Ye still has three or four points to win.

Zhang Xin looked at the field again, Liu Gong hadn't come back yet, and hurriedly shouted Zheng Ye, "Zheng Twelve, come here." ”

Zheng Ye, who was about to play, turned around and approached, and before he could speak, he heard Zhang Xin say: "Don't hurt yourself, if the situation is wrong, admit defeat immediately." ”

Zheng Ye couldn't help choking, and then said angrily: "Ah Gou, don't look down on people. ”

"You know I didn't mean that."

Zhang Xin's face tightened, his expression was extremely serious, "In this game, I will care about whether there is a third game, this fight, you two are the protagonists, Yang Jizong will definitely fight to the death, he is rubble, it is not worth our lives." ”

After a slight pause, Zhang Xin glanced at Lu Wei next to him, and then said: "Don't worry, I promise you, Ah Wei will definitely win the third game." ”

Upon hearing this, Zheng Ye was surprised and didn't believe it at all.

Lu Wei next to him saw it, so he had to cooperate: "Ah Ye, I have lost to Ah Gou in the sword competition on weekdays, but I have never lost to you, as for the group of people on the other side, except for the outside party, what level the rest of the people are, I believe you also know in your heart." ”

In the first half of the sentence, Zheng Ye only felt that he had been hurt by 10,000 points, and it was only in the second half of the sentence that he felt a little comforted.

They usually lose because there is a demonic Zhang Xin beside them, who has practiced martial arts since childhood, and has been to the western border, and the master is from the army, so the force value is not comparable to them.

However, among ordinary people, Lu Wei is already a first-class master in the crowd.

"I see." Zheng Ye said in a muffled voice, turned his head and walked away.

He didn't want to be hit again.

Straight to the field with a sword.

In the same way, without a moment's pause, as soon as they got on the field, the two exchanged hands, and the sonorous sound of fighting sounded on the field, and both of them used all their strength, as if trying to subdue each other.

Yang Jizong is because he has already lost a game, so he has the determination to win this game, so how hard, how ruthless, how to come.

And Zheng Ye, on the one hand, was affected by Zhang Xin's words before going on the field, which aroused a bit of blood, and on the other hand, he wanted to avenge his little sister.

Therefore, brute force was also used to fight.

made both of them injured, whether it was Yang Jizong or Zheng Ye, they soon hung up their injuries and wore colors, and after several confrontations, the stamina of the two has begun to be obviously insufficient.

Zhang Xin stood up with the sword Ah Yun and approached the edge of the field, paying attention to the situation in the field, while looking back anxiously, Liu Gong's hands and feet were too slow.

Changqiu Temple is away from here, and the horse will go over quickly, and there will be a round trip soon.

With a wrong eye, I saw Zheng Ye's right foot, which was slashed by Yang Jizong's sword, and blood spurted out, instantly staining the skirt red, so that the movements slowed down, followed by Yang Jizong's other sword, which slashed directly towards the arm.

Zhang Xin's heart seemed to be grabbed all of a sudden.

At this moment, he still couldn't understand that Yang Jizong wanted to avenge his broken arm.

was about to open his mouth to remind, it was extremely thrilling, and there was a bang, but seeing that Zheng Ye was able to block this sword, everyone on Zhang Xin's side, almost at the same time, had round eyes, and their hearts were about to jump out of their mouths, and then they stroked their chests, and said several times in their mouths: It's okay, it's okay......

The situation on the field has suddenly become Yang Jizong's offense and Zheng Ye's defense.

Seeing that there were more and more wounds on Zheng Ye's body, and the right half of his leg had been stained red with blood, Zhang Xin couldn't care so much, so he took a breath and shouted, "Zheng Twelve, we admit defeat in this game." ”

As soon as he heard this, Zheng Ye's heart was unstable, and he saw that he was about to take another sword.

There was a thud, and the sword was unsheathed.

Zhang Xin rushed over directly with his sword, knocked the sword in Yang Jizong's hand, and without waiting for Yang Jizong to speak, he said loudly: "In the second game, you won." ”

Yang Jizong held back a mouthful of old blood, and he couldn't go up or down.

He just thought that even if he couldn't cut Zheng Ye's arm, he would have to pick Zheng Ye's leg.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xin rushed out.

Knocked the sword off his hand.

He is not reconciled, how can he be willing.

"We're playing as a group, not as an individual." As if seeing Yang Jizong's unwillingness, Zhang Xin said more, looked at him with great disgust, and forcibly pressed the sword in his hand before he waved it.

The people on their side quickly helped Zheng Ye down.

The people on the other side, led by Fang Yi, all rushed over.

"I conceded." But seeing that Fang Yi arched his hand towards Zhang Xin and pulled Yang Jizong down, Zhang Xin was slightly stunned, but felt that this person had some meaning.

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