Meng Fei glanced at his entourage from the previous court.

His retinue's name was Han Cheng, and he was five big and three thick, like a pier.

Han Cheng's strength is not very strong, that is, the peak of Xiaoxia, but Han Cheng is born with divine power, even if he takes the pill that restricts all his strength, he still retains about four hundred and sixty catties of physical strength.

Han Cheng is his barrier.

When the political dispute between the DPRK and the government could not achieve results, it was always Han Cheng who stood in front of him.

But now it's different, because when he saw Yaojing, Han Cheng's face was not good-looking.

When he saw Luo Sheng, his face was even darker like the bottom of a pot.

How does this work?

Heavens, you tell me, how can this be fought!

Fights in the court naturally have rules.

For example, these senior executives can't use more than 500 catties of strength.

The retinue of the upper dynasty is more restrictive, in addition to being limited by the elixir, what kind of yin teasing hands, yin legs, gouging eyes and noses, all can not be used.

Even knuckle techniques such as grapplers are strictly forbidden.

So, they can only wave their fists and greet each other in the face.

But how to fight?

Luo Sheng is more than two heads taller than him, and his figure is like an iron tower.

When prohibiting all techniques, Luo Sheng only needed to stretch out his hand and press their heads, and he could control the two of them.

The long legs, like siege pestles, can also kick them into gourds all over the ground and roll around.

"Lord Dasikong......" Han Cheng begged for mercy with a bitter face.

Is it really hit?

You can fight, but you're not sure you can win.

Da Sikong Meng Fei gritted his teeth, the wind was sluggish and the water was cold, and he said as if he were dead: "Fight!"

"Tsk, what a high-spirited man. ”

Wang Qing leaned on the armrest of the throne, supported his chin with one hand, and said with a smile: "If Gu remembers correctly, this man is called Luo Sheng, and he is your subordinate? ”

The king praised it. ”

Su Ang said modestly.

Above the court, as long as you start to do it, there are no other rules.

Su Ang could also speak, and took a step sideways and said, "Lord Sikong, the juniors don't know why you are targeting the juniors. According to the last wishes of the predecessor Xiao Wubo, the younger generation returned from the battlefield of Western Chu and was qualified to take over the position of Xiao Wubo. ”

"There is a precedent, but that's the Li family Rokuro!"

Meng Fei squinted and said: "Li Liulang is a heroic man of Shenxing County, and when he stepped into the capital, he was a man in black. What are you, you dare to compare with Li Liulang!"

"That's right!"

The local official Da Situ followed: "I think that at the beginning, after Li Liulang entered the capital, although he was an unconventional junior sergeant, he was promoted to Tsing Yi in three years, became a silver-clothed person in five years, and was a gold-clothed person in ten years, if he hadn't disappeared suddenly, now he is a Jinshi Wen, what do you compare with him?"

Li Liulang, is it amazing?

Su Ang suddenly smiled.

His eyes narrowed, and he slowly walked down the high platform, standing in the circle surrounded by the high platform.

After that, he raised his palms again.

His right hand was like a broad heavy sword.

"Li Liulang, born in Chen'an County, Shenxing County, his hometown is Dongshan Pavilion, of course I know how powerful he is. ”

"But!"

Su Ang's emerald bamboo thorn painting trembled slightly: "Don't compare me with Li Liulang, I and him, I don't know who the junior is, and I will find Li Liulang and cut off his head with my own hands as a father!"

"Bold!"

Meng Fei was furious, he especially admired Li Jialiulang.

And Li Liulang and him, and Gongsun Fu are all equals, many years ago, he and Gongsun Fu used to look up at Li Liulang's back, how can such a character be insulted by a younger generation.

But at this time......

Su Ang burst back: "Bold!"

Su Ang Zhengse said: "Heaven has a program, the husband is the wife, the father is the son, as the father-in-law of Yuhuan, I naturally have the responsibility to get justice for him!"

"Yes, I'm not a lifter yet, but if I find Li Liulang, even if I fight for this life, I won't make him feel better!"

"I want to ask him, do you still remember the ten-year appointment with Liu Yuhuan!"

"I want to ask him, he said ten years, but Yuhuan has waited for him for thirty years, how should this account be calculated!"

Yes?

Meng Fei and the local official Da Situ didn't know what to say.

This...... It seems like...... There's a story.

Oh, remembered.

I remember that Li Liulang said that he had a ten-year appointment with a willow girl, and they were still envious at that time.

Although Liu Nu is a kind of spirit, Liu Nu's unique ability makes all Wen Jie willing to marry into the family.

They are no exception.

And among Su Ang's righteous daughters, there seems to be a willow girl.

"There is no need to mention the future, besides, Li Liulang's life and death are uncertain now, and it may be that willow girl spirit wants to climb the high branches. ”

When Meng Fei was entangled with the local official Da Situ, the Qiu Guan Da Si Kou, who had not spoken, stood up.

Qiuguan Grand Priest's name is Murong Bai, his body is very thin, his face is pale, and he looks like he can be blown down by a gust of wind, but his eyes are very big and flashing with a very elite light.

It was a pair of eyes full of wisdom.

And his words poured dirty water on Su Ang.

Murong Bai clapped his hands, and his entourage walked in from outside the hall: "What we want to argue about today is whether your Su family is qualified to do the things of Xiao Wubo." This official thinks that your strength is still weak, and your qualifications are shallow, so you are not qualified to be a little martial artist, but the three lonely young masters Gongsun Fu and Jingzhao Yin Zhao Qingliu think that you can, and the king does not express his position, so let's follow the old rules and conduct a court battle. ”

As he spoke, Murong Bai glanced thoughtfully at Su Ang's palm.

He felt that Su Ang's palm was very special, and at this time, it seemed to be a heavy sword without a blade.

[Defeated.] 】

He said in his heart.

But the process that should be there, that must be followed.

Even if he was pressed to the ground and beaten, he couldn't let Su Ang become a little martial artist smoothly.

"The victory or defeat of the Korean War is only the victory or defeat of the entourage, and it has nothing to do with it, but Su Jiazi, when it is time to fight, we must fight, even if someone will die. ”

Murong Bai looked at the three entourages led by Han Cheng and said lightly, "Fight to the death." ”

"No!" Han Cheng gritted his teeth and responded.

......

It's going to be desperate, it's going to be desperate.

It's one thing to win or lose, it's another thing to be soft.

Several adults have different political opinions, and they can't be soft with each other, and they must fight to the death as followers, and use blood to express the attitude of adults.

"Kill!"

Han Cheng rushed towards Luo Sheng with two people.

Dongguan Dasikong Meng Fei, Diguan Dasitu, and Qiuguan Dasi Kou Murong Bai also stepped off the high platform, ready to break their wrists with Gongsun Fu and Zhao Qingliu.

Ignore Suang.