"My lord, these three fools must be solved within half a cup of tea!"

Luo Sheng laughed, glanced at Yaojing, and prepared to kill the three retinues on Han Cheng's side.

But at this time, Su Ang smiled.

Can you solve Han Cheng and the others?

If the winner is divided too quickly, he will not feel comfortable.

Su Ang moved his wrist and casually found a reason to say: "The bodies of the three adults are expensive, where can you hurt, remember, don't solve these entourages too quickly, fight with them for half an hour, and fight wonderfully." ”

Hearing this, Yaojing was immediately stunned.

Although he and Luo Sheng are two people, there are three people on Han Cheng's side.

But he was already the most powerful retinue, and Luo Sheng was stronger than him.

If Master Su said that it would be solved within three breaths, they would still be able to work hard, but they still had to play a wonderful flavor after half an hour, and this drama was not easy to act.

Luo Sheng was much smarter than Yaojing, and the big fist quickly collected his strength, allowing Han Cheng to smash on his chest.

"Oops, it hurts!"

Luo Sheng shouted and punched Han Cheng in return.

In this way, the five entourages punched me and kicked me, which really brought out the wonderful feeling.

It's Luo Sheng's expression of releasing water, which is a bit fake......

"Tell the king. ”

Su Ang bowed his hand to the Jiaolong throne: "Look, the fight of this entourage is half a catty, so the victory or defeat depends on the two masters of Weichen." Isn't it unfair to have two against three?"

"Exactly. ”

"Huh?"

"Lone said, yes. ”

The Great King smiled meaningfully: "Since the war of the dynasty started because of you, you can naturally play, but you are too eager to compete for the position of Xiao Wubo by yourself? ”

"It can only be said that Weichen is in charge. ”

Suang laughed.

At this time, Gongsun Fu had already fought with Dongguan Da Sikong Meng Fei, and Zhao Qingliu also fought with the local official Situ.

Their fight is not simple, even if it is limited to five hundred catties of strength, it is still full of wind everywhere, fists and feet, full of a violent beauty.

They are all Wenjie.

But Wen Jie is not just a scholar, he can be a high-ranking official in the court, and the number of books is all fine, even in terms of fists and feet, it is impossible to be a crop.

The fists and feet were like knives, guns, cannons, and sticks, beating the air whirring.

Once the fist hit the body, it was a pop, and the official robes were shattered into strips of cloth.

"It's amazing. ”

Su Ang clapped his hands in admiration, and then looked at the tall and thin Qiuguan Grand Priest.

That is, Murong Bai.

Murong Bai's eyes were still full of wisdom, and his body was so thin that it seemed to be blown away by the wind, but he had a little disdain, he disdained Su Ang.

It's just a little offspring, even if it's better than fists and feet, what is he afraid of?

In the country of Yao, there are only old spirits and ghosts, but there is no saying that the fist is afraid of the young and strong.

He was the chief priest Murong Bai, but he fought in the court for three days.

This dozen, when counted, is as long as 26 years.

"Younger generations, I'll let you make ten moves. "Murong Bai's master demeanor.

Su Ang smiled predictably: "Lord Sikou, you have something to say." ”

"That's right. ”

Murong Bai admitted it very simply: "You said about Liu Yuhuan, but the official didn't admit it, so you are the younger generation, and you can't be the father-in-law of the Li family Liulang." Your righteous daughter forcibly climbs the high branches, and the woman is not the fault of the godfather, and you cannot escape the blame. ”

Really.

No wonder, Su Ang felt that he didn't like Murong Bai very well just now.

"Okay!"

Su Ang clenched a mouthful of small white teeth, the two hundred and six bones of his body crackled, and his whole body jumped out like a big dragon.

His arm is the blade of the sword, and his palm is the blade.

With a particularly domineering attitude, the palm of his hand slashed into the defense range of the Great Sikou Murong Bai......

"Liu Yuhuan, she is my daughter!"

Syllable!

slapped Murong Bai hard in the face.

"My daughter was hurt by a negative man, and she was splashed with dirty water by you, what should I, a father, do!"

Syllable!

It was definitely not an inquiry, because Su Ang had already called out two crisp slaps from the local official and the chief priest.

Even if Murong Bai is good at punching and kicking, he is also Wenjie, where can he compare to Su Ang, who is taught by a famous teacher?

Su Ang's cultivation is the white dragon swordsmanship of the first sword in the Tang Dynasty.

When he turned his sword into a sword, the rangers who were a little worse at the level were probably not his opponents.

......

............

Confused, stupid, stupid, stunned, completely incredulous.

From top to bottom, all the officials were confused.

They thought that Su Ang had taken a fancy to Xiao Wubo's high-ranking position when he joined the war, but they didn't think that Su Ang didn't care about these at all, but what he cared about was Murong Bai's words.

The daughter was abused by others, and it was normal for the father to hit someone.

But look at who you're fighting?

On the Korean War, it is normal to have a blue nose and swollen face or something, but how did Su Jiazi do it?

He, he he, he,

Every slap he gave to the face of the magistrate.

"Isn't this kid afraid that Lord Murong will settle accounts after the autumn?"

"The Korean War is the Korean War, but after the Korean War, Lord Murong can find him trouble. ”

"Hey, if you're looking for trouble, you'll find it, my daughter is being abused, if I don't beat someone, I look down on the Su family!"

"That's the truth, but ...... There is no such thing as his mother, but this time in the war, the official looks down on the Su family!"

The officials talked a lot, and on the highest throne, Wang Qing was not calm.

That is the local official and the chief priest, the official who stands at the top of the entire Yao country.

In terms of rights, even the three orphans and three dukes are not as powerful as Murong Bai.

However, he was beaten.

And it's ...... Snapping face?

[Interesting, from the perspective of protecting the short, Lone likes this little junior brother very much, if one day, Lone is ......]

Wang Qing thought a little far, and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

He is the king of Yao Kingdom, who in this world can bully him, so that the Su family can protect his shortcomings?

Moreover, Su Jiazi has this ability?

Wang Qing raised his hand slightly, wanting to end this farce.

But as soon as his eyes rolled, he saw that Gongsun Fu's side had a draw and was still in a fierce battle, and Luo Sheng and Yaojing's side ...... "Poof!" Wang Qing almost squirted rice.

Luo Sheng is worthy of being the dogleg of the little junior brother.

is clearly releasing water frantically, making the fight extremely intense.

These two sides are not over, he ordered to stop this farce, so can the little junior brother be a little martial artist?

Well, no matter what.

Wang Qing smiled.

............

Smack, smack!

Bang bang, bang bang!

Su Ang had already pressed Murong Bai to the ground, his knees pressed against Murong Bai's arms, and his palms were bowed left and right.

"You scolded my daughter!"

Syllable!

"You poured dirty water on my daughter!"

Smack!

"Is it easy for me to take on a daughter at such a young age?

Bang Bang Bang!

"Well, my daughters are a bit much, and there are a lot of sons, but who dares to touch a single hair of them, Lao Tzu...... No, you have to be polite, junior, you have to hit people, and it's crazy!"

Bang Bang!

Su Ang's slap turned into a wind wheel, and he could almost see the phantom.

Finally, Murong Bai's old face couldn't hold on.

He suddenly used his talent to blow up Su Ang.

"I ......"

Murong Bai raised his palm.

"You ......"

Murong Bai pointed at Su Ang.

He really wanted to say what he wanted to say and kill Su Ang, but this was a Korean war.

He said aggrieved, helpless, and painful: "I used my talent, and the official admitted defeat!"

"Su Jiazi, you ......

Little Wubo's thing,"

Officer,

No objections!

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