With this sound, the entrance of the royal palace fell silent. Although Qingguo has been peaceful for a long time, there are only some small fights on the northern frontier, but after all, it has only been a few decades since the founding of the country, so the folk customs and martial spirit still exist, and Ye Ling'er, as the child of a military general's family, is also normal to have a small scimitar at his waist. It's just that...... Throwing this knife in front of Fan Xian's feet is quite abnormal.

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, knowing that this was an invitation to a duel, similar to the world he once lived in, when European nobles duel, they liked to play with the pie that threw gloves on each other's faces. He scratched the right side of his face, feeling a little itchy, and thought funny that if Qingguo's duel rule was to throw a knife in the opponent's face, he was afraid that every duel would be successfully held.

Everyone looked at Fan Xian, and Ruoruo nervously pulled Fan Xian's sleeve. Don't look at Ye Ling'er's thin waist and water, but his family history is an authentic seven-grade master, how can anyone in Kyoto dare to provoke him. But since the other party threw out the saber and issued a challenge, Fan Xian, as a man, would be very timid if he didn't fight, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to raise his head in Kyoto.

Seeing that the two nobles were arguing fiercely, the guards guarding the gate of the courtyard looked at their noses and noses, and they didn't hear it, and naturally there was no one who couldn't wait for a long time to tell the county lord girl in the other courtyard - "Your best friend and the lover who is about to marry are going to fight" - who would be so stupid.

............ "Since you claim to be both civil and military, I don't have as good poetry skills as you, but I also want to see on behalf of Wan'er whether you have the ability to protect her." "It's also strange to say, since throwing down the waist knife, Ye Ling'er's whole state has undergone a wonderful change, calmed down, her beautiful and quiet eyes like jasper are full of confidence, and her small and weak body seems to contain extremely grand power, which is about to be used on Fan Xian's body.

Fan Xian's heart sank, and then he knew that this girl was a hidden strongman, but he smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said three words that everyone on the spot did not expect.

"I refuse. ”

Refusing to duel? This is a very rare thing, refusing a woman's invitation to fight, I am afraid that Fan Xian will not be able to raise his head. Everyone didn't understand why Fan Xian made such a jaw-dropping choice.

Fan Xian explained very sincerely: "Although Miss Ye doesn't like it, but after all, she is Wan'er's friend, how can I bear to make a move?" Without waiting for everyone to applaud, he smiled and said: "What's more, I don't want to hit a woman unless necessary." ”

The carriage had already come, but he was just looking at the tense situation here, so he stopped outside, Wang Qinian saw that it was Ye Ling'er who was fighting against the adult, and he could only be in a hurry, and he never dared to use the identity of the Supervision Institute to suppress the other party.

After saying these words, Fan Xianzhong took his sister's little hand again and walked towards the carriage in a demonstration.

Ye Ling'er finally couldn't stand Fan Xian's scathing verbal attacks that lasted for countless sentences, and broke out at this moment, her figure was empty, and the whole person had already rushed behind Fan Xian, punching straight ahead!--Fortunately, she still had some martial arts relics after all, and before she left, she had already made a sound.

Feeling the violent wind behind him, Fan Xian used his right hand very skillfully to lead his sister to the side, and then turned around.

Then I saw a fist that went straight to my face!

This fist is small and beautiful, with fair skin, and you can even see the faintly visible pale blue veins on it, and when it is clenched into a fist, only the thumb is exposed, and it is painted with pink sè cocoon.

Being able to see so many details in such a short period of time only proves two things: first, Fan Xian is an amorous person in his bones, and second, although Ye Ling'er's shot is violent and fast, it is still much slower than the elusive stick on the cliff in Shanzhou.

His toes moved an inch to the ground, but his whole body quickly deviated to the left, allowing the murderous fist to completely miss and rub his cheek.

With a buzz, his fist missed, and there was still a concussive wind, and the hair on Fan Xian's cheeks floated. At this time, his right hand had already been raised unconsciously, and his index finger was slightly bent, flicking on Ye Ling'er's veins between the lightning and flint!

This move couldn't be dodged even if Gong Dian, the deputy commander of the Ouchi guard, was caught off guard, not to mention Ye Ling'er, just hearing her snort softly, her tightly clenched fists had already dispersed, and they were scattered next to Fan Xian's cheeks. But Fan Xian didn't have time to be happy, his eyes narrowed, he took three steps back strangely, stretched out his palm and slapped it three times in the air.

Bang, bang, bang! Three crisp sounds sounded around him!

It turned out that Ye Ling'er's fist was scattered, but the five fingers bloomed like chūnrì peach branches, and each finger was like a forest branch, hitting his temples.

"The Ye family is scattered!" The spectators exclaimed, Ye Liuyun, the great master of Qingguo, was Ye Ling'er's uncle, and they didn't expect this young lady to have Ye Liuyun's true inheritance.

Without stopping the exclamation, Fan Xian rushed forward with a calm face, and hit Ye Ling'er's palm with a fist!

After a muffled sound, no matter whether Ye Ling'er's fingers were peach branches or whatever, they were all scattered vigorously, and the domineering true qi contained in his palm unceremoniously broke the opponent's loose hand! Ye Ling'er floated back half a foot, holding his wrist in pain, and looked at Fan Xian in surprise. She never expected that the true qi in Fan Xian's body would be so weird, and after touching her palm, it actually invaded upwards along her meridians, and the pain made her heart scatter, and she suddenly lost the intention of letting go.

"You're no match for me. Fan Xian still smiled and stimulated the other party with words.

Ye Ling'er gritted her teeth and rushed up again, this time the momentum was more fierce than before, her five fingers were put together as a knife, and she slashed down horizontally, and the palm knife broke through the wind, and it was actually whirring. She was originally a woman, and her innate true qi was not as abundant as that of an adult man, so when Ye Liuyun first passed on her to let go, she used some thoughts, and when she met a master whose true qi was better than herself, she pointed it into her palm, and turned her hands into dry branches, and she was full of strength to kill and split wood.

Fan Xian's heart froze, but his body did not shake in the wind of this slash palm, but he made a mistake under his feet, relying on the escape kung fu he had practiced on the cliff in Shanzhou, and he passed by Ye Ling'er every palm in a very clever or dangerous place.

Ye Linger's palm wind became more and more fierce, and the people watching the battle around vaguely felt that there seemed to be a cold wind blowing around the field.

It was like there were countless knives flying around Fan Xian, he vaguely felt a trace of danger, he snorted, the domineering true qi in his body was all over his body, his heels hit the ground heavily, and he forcibly stopped the trend of retreating.

The palm wind disappeared, and so did Fan Xian.

............ The next moment, the mouths of the spectators were wide open.

Fan Xian disappeared into Ye Ling'er's arms, his two hands choked her armpits like iron tongs, and held her terrifying two palms on his shoulders - to be precise, he grabbed the opponent's vital point with a method similar to holding the opponent's body before Ye Ling'er's two palms were split.

Fan Xian's trick seems to be a scoundrel, but in fact, he has to find the only way to get close to her in the wind in the sky, and this way is only a fleeting tiny space, and his speed and vision have reached a very terrifying point - of course, this is all taught by Master Wuzhu.

Ye Ling'er suddenly found that the other party fell towards him like a ghost, and then hugged herself, frowning. She also knew what kind of gaze the other party must have to bully her body, so she was shocked in her heart, shocked but not confused, her palms stopped, but the whole person took off!

Without warning, she kicked Fan Xian's shin bone, if this kick was solid, I was afraid that Fan Xian would fall on her in pain, but she couldn't care about it at this time.

At this moment, Fan Xian's hands were loosened, and she let her fall without finishing her palm!

The anatomy of the human body is so weird, if you slash down with both palms, and then try to kick the foot down, it will look particularly awkward and difficult. And what Fan Xian needed was a moment of discomfort from the other party, taking advantage of this short moment, he had already rushed straight over with a fist!

This is the third punch that Fan Xian threw in Kyoto in addition to the Niulan Street murder. Every punch he throws breaks a person's nose, and today is no exception.

There was a soft snap, and a gorgeous blood flower floated by, floating with a very romantic feeling.

............ Ye Ling'er covered her nose and squatted down, there was blood between her fingers, and after a while, she began to cry in pain. Fan Xian was depressed, thinking that if you want to fight, we will accompany you to fight, how can there be a reason to cry if you lose?

The subordinates of the Ye Mansion had already surrounded them, but they did not rush up in a very regular manner, it seemed that it was common for the Ye family to duel with others, but there were still many pairs of eyes staring at Fan Xian. Fan Xian dusted off his long shirt in a very chic manner, without any scruples, but the royal guards who were watching the excitement from a distance lowered their voices and sighed softly: "Miss Ye's family history, I didn't expect to be hit by the black fist surnamed Fan." ”

Looking at the Miss Ye family who was squatting on the ground and crying, Fan Xian only remembered at this time that the other party was actually just a fifteen-year-old girl. But he doesn't have any guilt, and if he doesn't hit a woman, it doesn't mean that he is willing to be beaten by a woman. I think that when my mother first entered Kyoto, she beat the father of the woman in front of her, the current Kyoto garrison Ye Chongdà, into a pig's head, and his own Wuzhu Uncle also had a big battle with Ye Liuyun under the root of the imperial city, so that this Qingguo Grand Master retreated for several months, and gave up his sword to take his hands.

I punched Ye Ling'er by myself, which can be regarded as a continuation of this glorious tradition.