Seeing Luo Huaixin coming to help with enthusiasm, Han Feng was almost so angry that he vomited blood. www.biquge.info He ignored Zhan Fan's sword at his side, and as soon as he returned his hand, the back of the knife slammed into Luo Huaixin's jujube wood gun: "Stand down!"

Luo Huaixin still refused to "escape", and said: "Holy Lord, he ......"

However, before he finished speaking, Zhan Fan had already interrupted: "You are not my opponent, I don't want to hurt people's lives more, why don't you leave?"

"You!" Luo Huaixin didn't know the identity of the other party, and when he saw him pretending to be a village man and saying such arrogant language, he couldn't help but get angry, but Han Feng stopped in front of him, and his face was as cold as iron: "Don't you retreat?" This is a matter between me and Prince Yue, and it is your turn to intervene?"

"The more ...... Prince Yue?" Luo Huaixin's arrogance suddenly became half a head shorter, "He?" He stared at Zhan Fan again in disbelief, secretly wondering how there was a princely luxury in this person, but since Han Feng had already spoken, he could no longer argue. What's more, if he was involved with the king of Yue, maybe it was related to the war in Futao City, no matter how enthusiastic Luo Huaixin was, he also knew that this matter was too bad for him, so he honestly retreated a few steps, and at the same time ordered the other soldiers to vacate the middle field.

Han Feng relieved a few breaths, calmed down, stood the purple gold machete in front of him, and asked, "Do you still want to fight?"

With Luo Huaixin's interruption, Zhan Fan's anger dissipated a little compared to Fang Cai. He was an extremely confident and even conceited person, although he didn't know how to turn around, but at this time he still forcibly suppressed the urge to continue fighting, and said: "You are injured, I don't want to take advantage of others." Besides, I didn't come to fight with you in the first place. ”

Han Feng let out a long "oh" and put his hands behind his back. He is now facing Zhan Fan, behind his hands, it is tantamount to selling all the positive points to the other party. Seeing this, Zhang Lejin and the others couldn't help but take a step forward in unison.

Zhan Fan sneered and said, "What, how many of you still want to keep me?"

The "Seven" in the group of ten was hit with a sword in the chest, and although the wound was not deep, he had no strength to fight again. The rest of the people all "learned" Zhan Fan's skills from the injuries of their companions, and listened to him, their faces turned white, but no matter what, no one retreated.

Han Feng also laughed at this time, and said, "Brother, I thought that after Master Shui died, you should always grow a little, but I didn't expect that you still wanted to do things, and just because others provoked you, you would come and fight with me." ”

"Someone else provoked?" Zhan Fan frowned, "Han Feng, you underestimate me too much! After I buried my master back to Yunxiao Mountain, I carefully read the books he read to save my junior sister. Those books are all about insect repellent techniques, and each one is related to the priesthood of the Yi people. In the book, there is a poisonous name circled by the master and his old man, and the poisonous effect is exactly the same as my junior sister's current situation. This world has something to do with the Yi people, and I knew that the formation was set up by my junior sister, who else but you? Even if the poison was not caused by you, the people around you always have an antidote. I'm not gullible, I've seen it all in black and white!"

The "people around him" in Zhan Fan's mouth naturally refers to the divorce. Han Feng originally thought that the poison in Ouyang Xiaomei was related to Lijiao, but through what he saw and heard in the Cangwu Forest, he was sure that the two had never been related. Now that he saw Zhan Fan so angry, Han Feng suddenly realized in his heart: This is another "afterlife" left by Zhifeng.

The so-called poison is mostly from Zhifeng's arrangement in the hands of the Yi tribe's internal response - Ah Shan's father, the water master knows that Zhifeng is a person, even if he finds out that this poison is from the Yi clan, but he is not in a hurry to find out from the Yi people, not to mention that the poison is similar in medicine, but the dispensing is strange, Ah Shan's father's poison, Li Ji has the heart to solve it may not be successful. However, as soon as Master Shui died, Zhan Fan saw that he was shallow, so he would naturally come to find the moldy head of the Western Dynasty.

Zhan Fan alone is not enough to pull the Yue Kingdom into the war, but his martial arts are superb, if he can hurt the people of the Western Dynasty, then the Western Dynasty will inevitably have enmity with the King of Yue, and it will be difficult for the Liang Gong of Futao City to form a siege of the east and west.

Han Feng's heart was confused, but Zhan Fan didn't know what he was thinking, seeing that he was silent, only when he was speechless to refute by himself, he simply said in one breath: "Don't you have anything to say?" Han Feng, I won't kill you now, and I don't want you to say anything about fake brotherhood, as long as you write a letter, I will go to the priest of the Yi clan to ask for an antidote to save you." My junior sister has been holding on for nearly two years, and she really can't hold on anymore. At the last sentence, his voice trembled slightly.

Han Feng was stunned, he didn't expect that someone who was as hard-hearted as Zhan Fan would also be emotional, and even plead. Helplessly, he really couldn't help him, not to mention that Ah Shan's father and Zhifeng were dead, who else in this world knew what kind of poison Ouyang Xiaomei had suffer......ed? The only way to do this is to give it a try.

However, how can it be said that Zhan Fan can be convinced that the poison did not come from the hands of Liji?

Han Feng sighed lightly, thinking that at that time, Zhan Fan was holding back his anxiety in Xiji Mountain and invited him and Wanrou to go to Yunxiao Mountain to eat the new peaches he planted, and he felt even more unbearable. And at this moment, the soldiers on the western periphery suddenly screamed.

Luo Huaixin's subordinates were strictly disciplined, and although there was a slight disturbance when Zhan Fan first came, it quickly calmed down, everyone went about their duties, and the soldiers on the periphery returned to their posts, continuing to concentrate on their duties, and no one looked back at the barracks. And at this moment, this shouting is obviously something big again.

"Could it be Qin Huo's good news, but this cry is not like ......" Han Feng looked at the place where the voice came from, but saw that the sky had already darkened for some time.

He and Zhan Fan were originally extremely sensitive people, but they both focused their minds on guarding against each other, and only then did they realize that something was wrong around them. It was dark at the moment, but there should be a moon and stars in the sky, but the sky in all other directions was dark blue, and only the western sky was black and oppressive, and endless dangers lurked.

He had seen this dark sky before. At that time, he had just arrived in Fengguan Mangcheng, and had just become the emperor of the Western Dynasty, in order to establish his authority and protect his people, he had been on the city tower all night, just to wait for such a sky.

That's a big snow sculpture flying!

The black "clouds" surged, and the wind swept up, causing the westernmost flagpole to "roar". The archers set up their sharp arrows at the first time, looked up to the sky, and drew their bowstrings, just waiting for the general behind him to give an order.

Bai Xue, who was lying on his stomach like a snowy mountain behind the big tent of the Chinese army, yawned and opened his sleeping eyes. A pair of bronze bell-sized eyes shone orange in the dark night, flickering towards the sky, full of alertness.

And Zhan Fan also felt that something was wrong at this time. The sword in his hand was still pointed at Han Feng, but his arm was slightly bent, this was a posture of both offense and defense, which made the pressure on Zhang Lejin and the others slightly relaxed.

At the same time, Han Feng's attention was no longer on Zhan Fan. He stared at the sky, silently counting in his heart.

"One, two, three......"

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