On the second day, Zhuo Zangfeng rode a horse and carried a sword, and went straight to Zhongnan Mountain.

Sure enough, there were pedestrians on the road, and there were also cultivators with long swords on their backs.

Walking slowly all the way, many people couldn't help but be surprised and shocked when they saw him sitting down. Although there are many foreign bodies and spirit beasts in the world's cultivation world, there are not many heavenly horses with such divine horses.

The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, both sides are full of deep valleys and high slopes, Zhuo Zangfeng walks in the meantime, only cares about enjoying the great mountain scenery, and does not feel anything, stepping on the clouds and horses and raising hooves between the neighing, it is because they can not indulge in galloping, and the sound is uneven.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy rode a yellow horse, ran past Zhuo Zangfeng like thunder, turned back to him and sneered: "Such a behemoth, it's just a silver pewter spear head!" laughed and rode away.

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't pay attention to it, thinking that there was no need to be as knowledgeable as such a frivolous person, so he still walked unhurriedly.

However, the young man suddenly grabbed the reins in front of him, and turned back, and the crosshorse stood in the way.

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at him with a look of arrogance, obviously with bad intentions, and he was not polite, so he raised his whip and said: "Good dogs don't get in the way!"

This young man is Yan Beichun, a disciple of the Mobei Hanhai Sword Sect, and belongs to the Anbei Metropolitan Protectorate. Ranked third among the younger generation of disciples in the sect. This time I came to Chang'an to participate in next year's Qingyun List.

From the bustling Kyoto from the barren land, what Yan Beichun is most unaccustomed to is the gorgeous carriages ridden by the children of rich families, as well as those bright-looking horses.

Although his personality is more arrogant than that of the wealthy children of Kyoto, he feels that behind his arrogance is a deep strength, unlike here, where even horses are useless.

He looked at Zhuo Zangfeng with this kind of gaze and sat down with Pegasus.

Along the way, Yan Beichun galloped on his horse, and he didn't know how many good horses that looked like extraordinary horses he had thrown off, and some disciples wanted to compete with him, but when he sat down and ran with all his might, he was less than half of the opponent, so he could only admit defeat.

Listening to the guy in front of him scolding, obviously more arrogant than himself, he sneered, "The disciples of Kyoto are like the war horses they match, they have a good appearance, they are really vulnerable!"

Zhuo Zangfeng looked at him coldly, and said lightly: "I said that good dogs don't get in the way!"

Originally, he wanted to show a little self-cultivation, but seeing that the other party didn't care about it at all, Yan Beichun couldn't hold back anymore, and said angrily: "I don't know what to do!

He looked at Zhuo Zangfeng's fingers holding the hilt of the sword, and said: "Now I will give you two ways, one is to pull out the sword to decide the victory, and the other is to test the foot strength with me to see if our Mobei war horses are majestic, or your Chang'an horses!"

At this time, many people came by horseback, and seeing that the road was blocked, everyone gathered around to find out.

After understanding what was happening at the moment, some of them, who were also from afar, gloated and looked at Zhuo Zangfeng. And those sect disciples who had just lost the horsepower competition with Yan Beichun had nowhere to vent their grievances, and they whispered one after another.

They looked at the two of them with different thoughts, but none of them came forward to dissuade them.

Yan Beichun saw that more and more people gathered, and he was even more proud, and once again loudly reiterated Fang Cai's two conditions, so that people who came after him could also hear it.

Obviously, he thought Zhuo Zangfeng was afraid.

"Compete with him!"

The onlookers shouted loudly, and in this barren mountain and remote wilderness, you can also see the two horses fighting, which is an embellishment in the lonely journey.

Most of the people who have this idea know some herbs and go to the medicine mountain to find rich people.

And those disciples of the sect who carried the long sword on their backs preferred to compete in sword fighting between the two sides.

These children are all the best in their respective sects, and in order to participate in the competition for next year's Qingyun List, they went to the Zongsheng Palace to borrow and sign up.

It can be said that they are all arrogant, and although the sword in the box has not yet been unsheathed, there is a sense of self-satisfaction hidden inside. thinks that this trip to Chang'an is to give the sect a long face, and to show off his surname and make a name.

Many people had seen Zhuo Zangfeng riding a tall horse on the road, and although the horse was majestic, it was slow to move, and it was definitely not the same as the yellow horse on which the young man Mobei was sitting.

They lost to Yan Beichun, maybe they didn't take it very seriously, but they didn't want anyone to beat the surnamed Yan again, didn't that indirectly show that their horses were very poor?

Mobei was originally a place to raise horses, there are many famous horses and good horses, and it is not a shame to lose, but if you steal the limelight from this young man, then your face will be a little unbearable.

Such a heart is the same as that of ordinary people, who would rather watch people they don't know get treasured than see their neighbors get rich.

In the face of Yan Beichun's aggressiveness, Zhuo Zangfeng held back the anger in his heart, and he couldn't be as knowledgeable as this kind of person.

His hand let go of the hilt of the sword, stroked the horse's mane, and said loudly: "I just went to the medicine mountain to find someone, I don't bother to pay attention to you, I will say again, good dogs don't get in the way." ”

"You're scared!" Yan Beichun raised his head and laughed.

The crowd buzzed, and someone whispered, "What a shame!"

"I still want to go to Medicine Mountain, forget it, you can go back by horse. ”

At this time, another teenager came out of the crowd and did not dismount, and the crowd made way for him, obviously the identity of the person who came was not low.

He came to Zhuo Zangfeng and encouraged: "Your horse is not good, you can pull out your sword, even if you are defeated, it is still a man's true character." ”

Someone nodded and agreed: "What Gu Gongzi said is right. ”

The person who came was handsome and chic, and his demeanor was also arrogant, it was Gu Haitang, the son of Gu Xuanji, the sect leader of the Heavenly Star Sword Sea.

Relying on his father's friendship, this Gu Gongzi once studied in Tai Academy for a period of time, and his cultivation talent is excellent, and he has always been famous for his romance. It is famous in Chang'an, especially the brothel of Qinglou, which is very familiar.

Zhuo Zangfeng saw that he was calm and calm, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Haha! I'm Gu Haitang, how about it, this name should have a bit of weight, right?"

Zhuo Zangfeng sneered: "Gu Haitang, haha, I really haven't heard of it." ”

After speaking, he stared at the other party with burning eyes, "I never ask anyone to ask about my affairs, please respect yourself!"

Gu Haitang, who has always been conceited, turned his face very ugly, and it seemed that his peacemaker had hit the donkey's hooves.

He hid his smile and laughed at himself: "It's really a person who knows the times as a handsome man!"

Zhuo Zangfeng was on horseback, two heads taller than the other party, Gu Haitang still had to tilt his head when talking to him, but in the eyes of everyone, this turbid prince brother undoubtedly had more weight.

His fame, his family, and even his strength were far above that young man who seemed to be as timid as a mouse.

"I'm really a little confused!

Seeing that the lively people did not stir up trouble, they were undoubtedly very disappointed.

Seeing that everyone supported his approach, Yan Beichun was even more domineering.

"If you're afraid, just say it's convinced, we're still friends. ”

This undoubtedly pointed out another way for Zhuo Zangfeng. And no one would think that a teenager on a tall horse would refuse.

Looking at the high-end young man on horseback, thinking that he was too timid to fight, everyone suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Zhuo Zangfeng laughed and suddenly pulled up the reins.

The cloud-stepping Pegasus hissed.

ps: Today's National Day, I won't say much, I wish my Greater China a strong rise in the world!