Huayin looked at Zhao Peng in a daze.

The boy in front of her was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Only in terms of superficial age, such a teenager should study and practice martial arts at home, even if he is wandering outside, he should also do some cockfighting and lackeying, playing prostitutes and the like, young and frivolous, on the bright side, most of them are also participating in some martial arts competitions and martial arts competitions.

Zhao Peng has a manly temperament that is completely inconsistent with his age.

Men are different from boys.

Ordinary teenagers, when they are fifteen or sixteen years old, if the family rules are strict, I am afraid that they have not even pulled the girl's hand. Zhao Peng II is a person, in his previous life, he lived in the black market boxing that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, I don't know how many times he has experienced fierce battles of life and death, in this environment, Zhao Peng has long been accustomed to the beauty of the car, but he is different from others, other boxing people are drunk and gold-obsessed, but Zhao Peng has always put the word "boxing" in the first place.

It is precisely because of this that Zhao Peng was not dazzled by the endless beauties in this martial arts world. In the face of those women who are very beautiful and fragrant, Zhao Peng is still murderous and awe-inspiring, and he will not be half soft.

Now, Zhao Peng is facing the clear-eyed Huayin, and the same is true.

He rejected Huayin's proposal without hesitation, but he thought that Huayin would help the people of the Zhao family in the big school, and he was willing to open the net and write off the grievances between the Zhao family and the Jianlan Sect for the time being.

"This matter ......"

Hua Yin groaned slightly, her eyes kept looking at Zhao Peng, as if she wanted to guess what Zhao Peng was thinking in his heart through Zhao Peng's facial expressions.

But Zhao Peng stood upright, even if his figure had not yet fully grown and matured, he still stood like a sharp long sword, with a sharp edge. The light in his eyes was extremely firm, and his face was expressionless, and Hua Yin couldn't guess his thoughts from his demeanor and movements.

Hua Yin had no choice but to raise his head, stare at the deep night sky, and said, "There is really no room for turning back in this matter?"

"The grievances between my Zhao family and your Jian Lan Sect, because you have detoxified the people of my Zhao family, can be written off for the time being. However, once your Sword Lan Sect provokes my Zhao family again, then don't blame me for not being merciful, and count the new and old hatreds together!"

Zhao Peng no longer paid attention to Huayin, handed the pitch-black long knife in his hand to Zhao Wuji, and then pulled out the giant sword inserted in the door panel of the ground of the big school, and rode the Flame Flying Horse, which had been removed from the poison of demon blood and had stood up straight.

The reins made of black steel were gently pulled by Zhao Peng.

Flame flew on its front hooves and soared into the air.

Herod!

With the neighing sound of a war horse no less than the ordinary roar of a tiger, the Flame Flying Horseman's body shook, his vacant front legs kicked and stepped at will, and with a twist of his waist, he had already turned the direction and faced the gate of the barracks.

The head of the Yin Slaughter City hung high above the camp gate.

Previously, Huayin released the Burning Abyss Blade, and the frost that had condensed and accumulated around the military camp and the school grounds all melted, and even the snow on the houses hundreds of meters away had melted, but the layer of snow-white frost that froze the head of the Yin Slaughter City was not affected in any way, it was still cold, and it was shining brightly under the light of the night.

Whining......

The coral horn was sounded by Zhao Wuji.

This is the clarion call for a triumphant return journey.

The Zhao family's martial arts people rode on the white tiger and gathered behind Zhao Peng, with a strict lineup.

The bright yellow brilliance condensed by the vajra pattern converged into one, and the scene in the military camp was unobstructed.

Guanlan glanced at Huayin deeply, didn't say more, and returned to Zhao Peng's side alone, acting as a guard. She has surrendered to Zhao Peng, and this matter has been seen by Huayin, sooner or later it will spread out, sooner or later, one day the people of Jincheng will know that she turned her back on Jincheng and returned to the Zhao family, instead of hiding it, it is better to be sideways and honestly follow Zhao Peng's side, this move may not be a way out, surrendering to Zhao Peng means that it is possible to get benefits in the profound and unparalleled martial arts heritage of the Zhao family, and it may not be as good as staying in Jincheng.

"Alas......"

Huayin let out a long sigh, but the wooden box behind him emitted a pleasant sound of swords, clanging.

Click!

A snow-white horse, after the sound of the clanging sword, rushed out of the house on the southeast side of the military camp in the distance and went straight to Huayin's side.

The sound of the white horse's hooves was a little weird, like a waist drum.

Huayin's body fluttered, like a cloud of cattle, falling on the back of a white horse.

Zhao Peng heard the strange sound of horses' hooves, and when he looked back, he saw Huayin riding a white horse with silver horns on his head, galloping past the Zhao family's team.

The white horse passed through the gap, and in an instant it was outside the barracks gate.

Zheng!

Another sword roared.

The blade of the burning abyss rose into the sky and hung three feet next to the camp gate, only three or five feet away from the Yin Slaughter City head that was hanging on the camp gate.

The temperature outside the door skyrocketed.

Those sergeants who were lying on the ground unable to move due to the poison of demon blood in their bodies had their bodies in a sudden increase in temperature, and in a moment the toxins in their bodies disappeared without a trace, and they stood up again.

Even some spies from all sides who hid on the roof not far away and secretly peeked at the scene in the camp gate, but also had the poison of demon blood in their bodies, also got rid of the toxins in their bodies.

Hua Yin didn't care about the many people who had detoxified, he only raised his head and looked fixedly at the head of Yin Tu Cheng hanging on the door.

After a long time, the cold ice that wrapped around the skull showed no signs of melting.

Hua Yin's expression moved slightly, and he pinched out a sword dao finger in his hand, and the blade of the Burning Abyss flashed, like a red lightning, and lightly touched the cold ice that wrapped the head of Yin Slaughter City.

Sou!

Then the blade flashed, and it returned to the wooden box behind Huayin.

Tick!

A drop of water landed from the camp gate.

"The Zhao family's martial arts heritage is really unfathomable!"

Hua Yin exclaimed, then turned his body, looked at Zhao Peng from a distance with those gentle eyes like water, and said, "As you said, the past grievances between my Jian Lan Sect and your Zhao family will be written off. If I have a grudge with the Zhao family in the future...... Later, more on that later. If such a thing happens, please give me a chance to negotiate. ”

Zhao Peng nodded, but didn't say much.

"Goodbye!"

Huayin received Zhao Peng's affirmative answer, no longer lingered, carrying her wooden box, riding a silver-horned white horse, and slowly walking towards the far side of the long street.

After walking more than ten meters, Huayin took out a golden pill from his sleeve and threw it into the air.

Sou!

The balls went straight up to a height of 100 meters and burst violently, turning into fireworks all over the sky, illuminating a brilliant halo in the dark night sky.

Far and near, there were many figures, rushing out of the darkness.

These people all have an aura similar to that of the Hengjian Slave and the Wild Prayer.

This is the unique sword qi on the disciples of the Sword Lan Sect.

This kind of aura Huayin also has on her, but her soft and gentle demeanor is like water, covering up the aura of the sword path imperceptibly. If you don't look closely, you really don't know that she is also a member of the sword path of the Sword Lan Sect.

Zhao Peng and Huayin had reached an agreement, and the grievances between the two sides had been written off for the time being, so he just quietly watched those Jianlan Sect disciples leave.

When many figures gathered behind Huayin, the silver-horned white horse under Huayin's seat suddenly accelerated, galloping towards the distance, running into a conspicuous white line in the night lights.

Dressed in white and white, with a good demeanor.

After Hua Yin left this military camp, he didn't stay, and led the people of the Jianlan Sect all the way to the east gate of the Qingyun Emperor's capital, and then led people out of the city, disappeared into the vast night, and didn't know where they went.

"This woman is extraordinary!"

Prince Yi unconsciously came to Zhao Peng's left, one left and one right with Guanlan, like stars with the moon, arching Zhao Peng in the middle.

"Your Highness, you're talking nonsense!"

Zhao Shanhe stared at the direction where Huayin disappeared, kept patting his shoulder, which was slightly sore, because of the poisoning, and said: "The head of the family has gone through many fierce battles in the past year, and it has always been your life and death, and he has never made peace with others. There is only this Huayin, obviously friends and enemies with my Zhao family, but without a fierce battle with my Zhao family, you can leave unharmed!"

"This is reasonable! ha......"

Prince Yi raised his head and laughed, as if Zhao Peng's victory in the battle was more enjoyable than his own victory, and only after laughing did he ask: "Uncle Shanhe calls Brother Peng the head of the family, could it be that the Zhao family has made Brother Peng the patriarch?"

"This kid refuses to be the patriarch, and my Zhao family can't force him to be the patriarch. After all, this martial arts world is respected by the strongest, he is the strongest in my Zhao family, and we can't beat him, so we can only retreat to the second, let him be the head of my Zhao family for the time being, and let him be the patriarch in the future. If it weren't for the fact that this kid's strength is too powerful, we will definitely force him to be the patriarch, if he refuses to do it, we will beat him until he is willing!"

Zhao Shanhe's words were still rude, and there was a bit of kindness between the rudeness.

Perhaps in Zhao Shanhe's view, Zhao Peng is his nephew in the final analysis.

As the saying goes, if the son does not teach, the father will be the fault.

Zhao Peng's father is gone, so he naturally needs his uncle and uncle to teach and teach him.

Helpless, I really can't beat it!

Since it can't be beaten, there is no way, in this world where the strong are respected, Zhao Shanhe has to follow Zhao Peng honestly, listen to Zhao Peng's orders, and occasionally say a few words "This kid", showing others that his identity is Zhao Peng's uncle, not just a simple subordinate around the head of the family.

Zhao Shanhe is more than two meters tall, just like a giant, after his martial arts strength entered the Xuanmen, perhaps because of the increase in physical strength, his body may have developed a second time, and he has grown a few points taller.

The world says that when the sky falls, there is a tall man on top of it.

Besides, as an elder, you should have sheltered your juniors from the wind and rain.

But this year, it seems that the Zhao family has relied on Zhao Peng to rush to the front, to fight in the east and west, and to shelter from the wind and rain.

This made Zhao Shanhe happy and entangled in his heart.

I am happy that this nephew's martial arts talent is outstanding in the world, and he will become a great weapon, and the revival of the Zhao family is expected. What is entangled is his own uncle, whose strength is getting farther and farther away from Zhao Peng, and now he can only look up to this nephew, which makes Zhao Shanhe feel a little lost in his heart.

Two emotions are entangled in Zhao Shanhe's heart.

With his not complicated brain, he couldn't figure it out at all.

So he giggled from time to time, and from time to time he picked up the wine jar and gulped it down.

When you drink too much, you talk too much.

Unconsciously, Zhao Shanhe told Prince Chaoyi about the siege of the Zhao family by Guanlan and Dugu Shen a few days ago.

However, Zhao Shanhe did not tell Prince Yi about the panda man and the Vajra pattern, only saying that it was the martial arts heritage of the Zhao family, which was not enough for outsiders.

Alien......

Prince Yi sighed slightly in his heart.

And at this moment, the team of the Zhao family has gone from the military camp where foreign masters are entrenched, carrying the great victory and the aftermath of the victory, and the soldiers are outside the gate of the palace!