Luo Huaixin's marksmanship is dignified and calm, and Qingqiu's marksmanship is light and agile. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info This pair of handsome men and beauties come and go, the red walls and green tiles around each other reflect each other, the guns and shadows in the field are like snow, and the red tassels are like flowers - for martial arts practitioners, watching the two compete is naturally an extraordinary enjoyment, but in the eyes of Han Feng and Zhan Fan, Qingqiu still can't be compared with Luo Huaixin.

Perhaps it was because the gunfight at this time was still limited to the infantry form, which caused Qingqiu, who was good at horse fighting, to be unable to fully show his skills, or maybe it was because Luo Huaixin had a solid foundation after all.

"After all, there is actual combat experience, and it is indeed different. Han Feng saw it in his eyes and understood it in his heart. Luo Huaixin's marksmanship has no sense of dragging mud and water, which is exactly the skill that has been cultivated by years of fighting. And at this moment, he instinctively won quickly, but he kept his hands everywhere, but he was so strong that he refused to let Qingqiu take advantage. made dozens of moves like this, but it whetted Qingqiu's appetite.

Qingqiu is not a woman who values winning or losing, and the so-called martial arts competition is nothing more than a gimmick for her to study the way of heaven. I don't know personnel, how to ask heaven. She once said these eight words to Han Feng, this is her way to heaven, and Luo Huaixin is undoubtedly the best "personnel" mentor.

From the idea of loving beauty to the beginning of ignorance, Luo Huaixin's feelings for her were no different from those of others at first, but during the battle of Menshan Xiaoguan, she felt a little strange from the arrow he saved her. Because of this, she was curious, wanted to know more, and wanted to know more, she always thought that when she saw Luo Huaixin clearly, she might be able to get closer to the position of the so-called Tong. This does not contradict her status as a "saint", perhaps it is just the only way for her to become a saint. What's more, even if she is completely "using" him, Luo Huaixin is also willing, and there is nothing wrong with everything.

Therefore, she promised to fight with him as promised. However, at first, the two were evenly matched, but soon, she felt that she was being suppressed by the other party at every turn. Between offense and defense, Luo Huaixin was always one step ahead of her, no more and no less, which caused her to always feel regretful: maybe that shot could win with more force, or that one could force him to retreat if he turned around faster. This goal is in front of her, and it seems that she can achieve it with a little more effort, but every time it is a fraction of a second, and it is passed in front of her eyes in a flash.

Rao is Qingqiu was calm, and at this time, she was also aroused to win, and the expression on her face became more focused-so focused that she didn't even notice that Luo Huaixin always let her.

For Luo Huaixin, such a competition is unattainable and pleasing to the eye. If it weren't for Han Feng and a few people watching, he would almost regard this palace courtyard as his own backyard, and he just wanted to accompany Qingqiu like this for the rest of his life. If so, what more can the husband ask for.

It's just that because of outsiders watching, Luo Huaixin can't be defeated. A hundred moves passed in a flash, and the ordinary iron gun in his hand was inferior to Qingqiu's Daning pen gun, and the barrel of the gun was slightly bent at the moment, so he was afraid that he would not be able to use it if he fought for a while. Luo Huaixin secretly thought that it was time to divide the victory and defeat, and he saw Qingqiu's offensive, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed it, he held the barrel of the Daning pen.

However, Qingqiu laughed at this time and said, "General be careful. After that, he withdrew his gun.

The purple gold gun barrel was as slippery as a snake at the moment, and as soon as Luo Huaixin's hand was loosened, most of the gun barrel had been withdrawn by Qingqiu. His right hand was about to reach the red tassel when he saw it, and at this moment, he felt a slight tingling in the skin of his right hand, and quickly let go.

At this moment, under the red tassel of the Daning pen, it was like a golden-red flower blooming - it was a reverse blade made of purple gold, and it was to prevent others from forcibly seizing the blade.

Luo Huaixin smiled: "I actually forgot that this gun is different from others. ”

Qingqiu was still confused in the game, and said, "General, then let's continue to compare." ”

As he said this, a yawn suddenly came from the courtyard.

The person who yawned was naturally Zhan Fan, and only Zhan Fan could do such a thing.

Luo Huaixin couldn't help but look at Zhan Fan - the other party was the little prince of King Yue, and he had to suppress the anger in his heart. Qingqiu smiled indifferently and said, "General, don't you compare anymore?"

Han Feng couldn't help but glance at Zhan Fan helplessly, thinking that he had to come to this scene by himself, but he was about to open his mouth to judge which of the two would win or lose, and suddenly heard someone making noise outside the courtyard screen.

"What's the matter?" Han Feng's voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly.

The noise outside the courtyard gradually subsided, and then a Chinese man panicked around the screen and came to the crowd. He was dressed in an earthy yellow garment, but there were a few bits of red on his chest—it was blood.

The man hurriedly knelt on the ground, glanced at Qingqiu first, and then said, "Report." Holy One, the ...... Lamba ...... Master Langba he ...... He ......"

He opened his mouth and stammered, and for a moment he couldn't say everything. Qingqiu was rarely in a hurry. She didn't take the rules of the palace in her eyes, and at this time, in a hurry, she even stood between Han Feng and the Chinese person, and asked, "What's wrong with Uncle Langba?

The man grinned, half crying and half angry and said in a sharp voice: "Where is there no horse in sight...... Master Langba, he doesn't even have eyes! He plucked out all his eyes!"

"What?" Qingqiu's Daning pen gun fell to the ground all of a sudden, but she ignored it and ran straight out of the courtyard.

"Miss Qingqiu!" Luo Huaixin hurriedly picked up the blade she had dropped. However, as soon as he took a step, he had to take it back and look at Han Feng, "Holy Lord." ”

Han Feng nodded and said, "You go and watch first, don't happen to anything else." If Lang Ba is really insane, he must not let him hurt Qingqiu. ”

"Yes. Luo Huaixin was worried about this, and before Han Feng could finish speaking, he had already pulled out his legs and left.

Watching Luo Huaixin walk out of the courtyard, Han Feng felt a slight pain in his hand, looked sideways, and saw that it was Lijiao who grabbed his hand at some point, she held it so tightly that even the tips of her fingers grabbed her skin.

"It's going to be fine. Han Feng patted the back of Lijiao's hand, "I know that Master Langba is your friend, don't worry, it'll be fine." With that, he looked at the man who was still in shock, and said, "Take me over." Tell me what you see on the way. ”

Before leaving, he glanced back at Zhan Fan, but saw that Zhan Fan was still staring at the peach blossoms in the corner of the wall motionlessly, while Ren Gu was looking at him motionlessly. The two of them were like two sculptures in this courtyard, and they didn't see such a big movement in this courtyard at all.

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