CHAPTER XLVI

rival

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Some people are destined to become opponents, but they are also destined to become enemies that they can respect for the rest of their lives.

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Because of the appearance of the lord of the country, the third annual banquet in the Qingshu Hall that night did not last long.

Before the third watch, it dispersed early.

The people in each seat gradually walked away, and Yan Hongzhu and Shuo Buji left first under Jiang Heng's signal.

There are only three people left in the Qingshu Palace-

One is the lord of the country, Zuo Feng.

One is the strong Ah Ping.

The other is the boring Jiang Heng.

After the three of them retreated, the lord of the country, Zuo Feng, walked between the two and said, "Two, why don't you leave?"

"I think Brother Ping probably wants to fight with me before leaving!"

Jiang Heng smiled: "What's more, Miyagi's wine tastes good, I haven't drunk enough yet!"

Zuo Feng, the lord of the country, said with a smile: "If Deputy Head Jiang likes it, I will send a junior official to Deputy Head Jiang tomorrow to send some over!"

Jiang Heng did not refuse, and simply said two words: "Thank you!"

At this time, Ah Ping got up and bowed to the lord Zuo Feng: "I still have to retire in advance!"

Ah Ping left in a hurry, not saying more than half a word.

"This kid still has this weird temper!" The lord of the country Zuo Feng smiled, and then looked at Jiang Heng, Jiang Heng had already gotten up, holding the wine he had taken from Yan Hongzhu's table and smiled yet: "Your Royal Highness the lord of the country, I will also retire first!"

"Then Deputy Head Jiang should rest early!" Zuo Feng, the head of the country, said with a smile: "I'm still waiting to see the fourth game of Deputy Head Jiang!"

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There is no moon tonight.

Leaving Miyagi, walking down the dark street.

The streets and walls were swallowed up in darkness, and it was impossible to tell the direction and what was under your feet.

There was just a wheezing sound from afar, which made both the old ghost and Jiang Heng notice that a batch of breath that seemed to have been lying in ambush in the shadows for a long time began to beat.

Who is this intended to ambush?

Who else is going to leave Miyagi at such a late hour?

Jiang Heng said with a smile while pouring wine: "It seems that he wants to ambush me!"

He walked down the street, seemingly drunk.

Inside a dark corner.

A few figures with hidden breath were carefully making some movements.

Several sword shadows flashed in the night.

Jiang Heng continued to drink with one hand, and the emerald bamboo stick in the other made a sound, although he repelled the attacks of a few people just now.

However, the sound made by the green bamboo stick had no effect on several people.

"I actually sealed my hearing! It seems that I came prepared!"

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The bamboo sticks are still loud, but they don't work at all.

In the dark night, Jiang Heng held a green bamboo stick and was entangled with those figures.

The breath of the person who came was weird, and it was deliberately hidden, without the old ghost reminding him.

After making more than a dozen moves in a row, Jiang Hengfang could distinguish from the habit of each attack:

"Four people!

It is worthy of being the capital of Qingyan country.

This appearance is the four masters of the Zen Martial Realm, who actually disguised themselves as killers to attack themselves.

And at this moment, the battle between Jiang Heng and the four Zen Martial Realm killers was less than a hundred steps outside the palace wall, and the sound of the battle had probably already reached the ears of the guards inside the palace wall.

But after a long time, no one came to check on it.

Hum!

Jiang Heng also somewhat understood the meaning of this ambush.

Fortunately, at this moment, he had already entered the Martial Cultivation Realm, unlike before, when he was in the Martial Realm when he was attacked by the four elders of Chenghua, he was almost seriously injured and killed.

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The emerald green bamboo stick kept turning, and after dozens of rounds of entanglement with the four Zen Martial Realm masters.

Jiang Heng, who has never been able to get out, finally came up with one of his tricks - Changhong Sunset.

One move to strike -

Within a radius of ten miles, there was an additional sunset, illuminating half of the imperial city.

This movement eventually attracted the attention of others.

And at this time, the old ghost also suddenly spoke: "Little ghost, they are testing your moves!"

Tentative moves?

Jiang Heng immediately understood: "Could it be that they want to know my moves in advance so that they can prepare countermeasures in the next competition?"

Jiang Heng, who realized a little, had to stop in time, and he couldn't get out of the income of peerless schools such as 'Changhong Sunset'.

However, the four Zen Martial Realm masters immediately unleashed a powerful attack again.

Obviously, they have two plans, one is to kill Jiang Heng, and the other is to crack his moves if they can't kill Jiang Heng.

Just when Jiang Heng was attacked by four into a dead end, the old ghost was about to appear.

An unexpected figure suddenly appeared, it was a cold sword.

A sword pierced the night, like an evil crescent.

slashed at the four people, and the four of them were knocked aside by this sudden move.

Behind the cold sword, a cold figure appeared in front of the four of them.

The four of them were frozen there, and when the four of them saw the man's face clearly and were about to leave, the figure instantly stopped the hungry four people again, and shouted coldly: "I don't care who you are, go back and tell your master, if there is something to do, don't do this!"

Another sword, the evil crescent moon, slashed at the four of them again.

The four of them fled as fast as they could.

And in the dark alley, only Jiang Heng and that figure remained.

"Thank you!"

Jiang Heng looked at the gradually clear figure, and Ah Ping's cold face stood opposite him.

"You should know that I'm not helping you!" he said in a cold voice, "My fancy opponent must not be attacked by others!"

Jiang Heng laughed softly: "Then you should also know that I may not be your opponent!"

Ah Ping was still expressionless: "If you really think so...... I wouldn't be here now!"

This is a person who deserves respect, a pure person.

As he said, he didn't come here to save Jiang Heng.

It's about having a fair fight between himself and him.

This kind of demand is not something that ordinary people can have.

It's just that this person is from Sheng Wangmen, and Sheng Wangmen is the destined rival of the Qingyan Ancient School.

It's a tangled relationship.

Just like Jiang Heng couldn't help but shake his head and sigh there: "It's a pity! We belong to two camps! Otherwise, ...... I'll invite you to drink, every day!"

"It's not a pity!"

Ah Ping said without any emotion in his tone: "In this way, we can fight each other without any worries!"

Jiang Heng smiled: "Then I have to tell you in advance...... A terrifying opponent like you, I might be a killer, and you might die!"

Ah Ping's tone was still cold: "Then I have to tell you too...... I'll kill you before you kill me!"

Under the dark alley, Jiang Heng's other hand was still holding the wine jug he brought from the palace.

The wine didn't spill half a drop, which Ah Ping obviously noticed.

He raised his hand and pointed to the flask and asked, "Can you please have a drink?"