Chapter 104: Slapping
The reason why Hua Ping lost his temper was because he and Chen Ding belonged to the same deputy commander, and this slap was sympathetic. He was also caught off guard, if Zhou Jian's slap hit him in the face, it would be really shameless.
Why did the guards lose their temper? It was because as subordinates, they knew very well what Chen Ding was capable of and what Chen Ding was capable of.
Once shot to kill a ten-layer shrinkage of the foundation building period into inches and became famous all over the world, and the tiger spirit of the hegemony of the flower level, is the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty, a first-class foundation building period monk, high up. With such strength, Zhou Jian actually did it?
Compared with Hua Ping and the guards, Zhao Feng'er's mood is more impatient, this stupid brother, just endure it, the hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, he can endure the sea and the sky, and it will be good to get it back in the future, why is it so, so.
If Chen Ding is angry and waves his hand to fight back, you don't have your mother's protection, and King Zhou doesn't like you, won't you be beaten half to death?
Zhao Feng'er's face was nervous, and then she bit her silver teeth, and wanted to rush up and stop in front of Zhou Jian. As soon as Zhao Feng'er moved, Zhou Jian felt it, and made a gesture to make Zhao Feng'er stop.
Zhao Feng'er hesitated when she saw this, but she didn't step forward again, I don't know why, when she saw Zhou Jian's gesture, Zhao Feng'er didn't worry.
After stopping Zhao Feng'er, Zhou Jian's eyes were still looking at Chen Ding, and the murderous aura on his body was overwhelming, as if he was about to sweep the world, but it was not decreasing but increasing.
Under Zhou Jian's gaze, Chen Ding's expression changed, and Zhou Jian saw it clearly. I saw that Chen Ding reacted after a while.
What Zhou Jian saw was a pair of angry eyes, as if they were about to tear him to pieces in an instant. It is also said that being beaten by the guy on the second layer of the Qi training period is a great shame for any monk in the foundation building period, especially Chen Dingxiuwei, although he is only in the sixth layer of the foundation building period, but his real combat power is straight to Huaping, and he belongs to one of the top foundation building period monks in the Great Zhou Kingdom.
This slap on Chen Ding's face did not hurt much, but the humiliation was a hundred times more painful. The angry eyes that Zhou Jian saw were the embodiment of the humiliation in Chen Ding's heart.
These angry eyes made Zhou Jian's as if he was in a flat boat in the midst of the stormy waves, as if he would be lifted by the wind at any time and would be overturned by the stormy waves.
At that moment, Zhou Jian had a premonition of his own insignificance, and truly realized the difference between the foundation building period and the qi cultivation period cultivators, which was the embodiment of strength. It is difficult for ordinary people to cross, and at the same time, Zhou Jian also knows that he is very dangerous now, Chen Ding will not kill him, but it is difficult to guarantee that he will not humiliate him instead.
But Zhou Jian has already let it go, and if he doesn't vomit or be unhappy today, unless he is allowed to die, it will be really difficult to swallow.
"Do you know why the widow slapped you, not for the widow, but for the twenty thousand people. Aren't you so slack off on the widow's orders because you are afraid of the widow's growth? Tell you, the widow will become stronger, and sooner or later he will take your surname and order to correct the military law. There is a kind, you will start to kill the widow now, and the widow will stand here and let you kill. The anger in his heart was unsettled, and Zhou Jian was also out of the way, as if he didn't see Chen Ding's cannibalistic gaze, his words were like a sword, leaving no way to retreat, and he was aggressive.
As Zhou Jian's words came out word by word, Zhou Jian's momentum became even stronger. Isn't Chen Ding's momentum strong? The monk of the foundation building period, pinching the monk of the Qi cultivation period to death is as easy as pinching an ant to death, and it is so strong that it makes people's scalp tingle.
But Zhou Jian's momentum was stronger, and with his weak body, the rumbling power he exuded seemed to be terrifying, and he was comprehensively bullied against Chen Ding.
The color of the flower plane next to him changed slightly, a good crown prince, he was really angry, these words were tantamount to tearing the skin with them, and from now on, the two sides were strangers.
But it's okay, after tearing the skin, there are also a lot of benefits, and the crown prince is afraid that he will never point fingers at them again, let them do this, do that.
As for Zhou Jian's threat, Hua Ping didn't hear it. Zhou Jian's hole cards have been revealed, what hole cards can he have? To kill the two of them, unless there are stronger hole cards.
Hua Ping's complexion changed slightly, not to mention Chen Ding, Chen Ding usually gave people the feeling that it was like a giant peak, thick as the sea, silent as gold. and Chen Ding's wooden eyes, which made Chen Ding feel a little abnormal.
Now, Chen Ding's image has changed greatly, his eyes burst with unparalleled anger, his fists clenched together, and his whole body is full of true yuan.
"Crackling. Because Zhenyuan collided violently, there was a crackling sound, like a thunderbolt, and the momentum was amazing.
Zhou Jian was unmoved, but took another step forward, and this step, almost like a fuse, caused a series of reactions.
The qi on Chen Ding's body became more and more high, Zhenyuan was drumming, his sleeves were flying, and his whole body was full of murderous energy, as if he was going to tear Zhou Jian to pieces in the next moment.
This made Zhao Feng'er's heart suddenly rise to her throat, and she was very worried that Chen Ding would burst out and hurt people. Hua Ping frowned, although he sympathized with Chen Ding's humiliation, he disagreed with Zhou Jian's formal military law. But after all, they have a mission on their part, and it is difficult to kill this arrogant man.
Thinking about it, Hanadi took a deep breath and planned to step forward to persuade him.
"Hmph. At this moment, Chen Ding let out a cold snort, and the momentum on his body also converged, and without saying a word, he turned around and left.
Although Chen Ding seemed to hide his anger this time, it could be seen that Chen Ding clenched his hands into fists, the green tendons on the back of his hands burst out, and even his body was trembling.
There is a way that heroes are short of breath, and Chen Ding will never be able to fight Zhou Jian.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is good for himself. Hua Ping took a deep breath, raised his fists with both hands and bowed to Zhou Jian, then greeted the guards, and also retreated.
In an instant, only Zhou Jian and Zhao Feng'er were left in the front yard.
"Brother Jian, why are you so stupid, what can you do to endure it for a while. Now that they have not only angered Chen Ding, but let go of their words, they must be more vigilant. Seeing this, Zhao Feng'er breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly came to Zhou Jian's side, concerned and complained.
"The lord of a city, the king of a country, can't even protect his own people, so what kind of city lord and monarch can he be? Wei Xiaoyu beheaded dozens of soldiers and soldiers, and killed them recklessly. It's the same for this person, if the widow now has soldiers and generals, he would have been eliminated a long time ago, and he would have been exempted from beating and scolding. Zhou Jian breathed a sigh in his heart, although he was half discharged, he was still depressed, and the cold light in his eyes flashed, and he said.
This slap, this scolding, Zhou Jian seemed to be an open embankment, and he couldn't stop it.
Zhou Jiancheng's mansion is very deep, otherwise he would not have been confined in the palace for more than ten years, he is still tireless, practicing iron sand palms, taking care of his sister, and when he sees Zhou Feng, he is still calm.
But now it is like this, which shows that the heart is furious. The soldiers in front died to defend the sea sunset, but as a general, he watched from the wall, did not fight, did not scold, it was really difficult to vent the evil anger in his heart.
Thinking of the dozens of soldiers who stained the city with blood, Zhou Jian's mood became very bad again. Although Wei Xiaoyu is dead, people hate death, but the dead soldiers can never be recovered.
"Annoying my sister to prepare mourning clothes for the widow, the widow wants to come to pay tribute to dozens of soldiers and mourn the dead. Zhou Jian let out a sigh and said to Xiao Suo.
"Hmm. Seeing the momentum just now, he gave up his surname and scolded Chen Ding for the people of the city, Zhou Jian, who was shocking and like the king of the heroes, was unbeatable at the moment, and he was sad for dozens of soldiers. Zhao Feng'er was slightly distressed and wanted to persuade her, this is not your fault at all, you have already avenged them.
But he couldn't open this mouth, so he had to nod softly and answer.
After killing Wei Xiaoyu, the arrogant slut, the conflict between Zhou Jian, Chen Ding, and Huaping only occurred in the mansion and was not conspicuous, but the entire Haiyang City had already exploded.
The south of the city, that is, the place where Wei Xiaoyu rushed in and killed dozens of soldiers who swore to abide by Zhou Jian's order and guard the sea dusk.
At this moment, the blood stains under the city gate that had become like a small river had been washed away, and the corpse had been collected by Duan Hao himself.
Instead, outside the city gates, dozens of coffins. The coffin was pitch black, and inside lay dozens of patrolmen who had died guarding the sea, their heads had been sewn shut, but their eyes were still wide open, looking into the sky.
On the city gate, under the female wall, there is a head, and this head is Wei Xiaoyu. When he came, he was majestic, killed dozens of patrol soldiers, and flew into the air. When he came out, there was only one head left.
The cloak was scattered, and the brains were taken and invaded with lime, and they were as white as a ghost.
In front of the city gate, there are Duan Hao, as well as Xia He, Chen Shot and other officials in the city, as well as Wu Shan, Zhuhai and other nine strong generals.
The faces of Duan Hao and the others were certainly sad, Wu Shan, and the nine strong generals of the Zhuhai were not bad, they got the news later than Duan Hao, and they didn't even catch up with the scene of Wei Xiaoyu being killed.
Now I can only stand here and hang the patrol soldiers.
"Hey, you died for the city, heroically. Now the king slew the thief to avenge you. I heard that you were dying in anger, just to see what happened to this thief. The coffin is hanging here for you, look at it, see what happened to this fang. First sighed, and then, Duan Hao pointed to Wei Xiaoyu's head on the head of the city, and said fiercely.
After the fierce words, Duan Hao suddenly sighed again and again like a deflated ball.
"People die and hate to die, rest in peace. Duan Hao took a step back and raised his fist and saluted deeply at the dozens of patrolmen.
"Rest in peace. ”
Xia He, Chen Jie, Wu Shan, Zhu Hai and others also sighed and saluted with Duan Hao.
"Your Excellency. At this time, a small official took the wine and handed it to Duan Hao. Duan Hao stretched out his hand to take it and sprinkled the wine on the ground. After that, Duan Hao stepped forward again and closed his eyes for the soldiers one by one, even if he was dead.
Immediately afterwards, some soldiers stepped forward to cover the coffins one by one.
"Set up a canopy, shelter the soldiers from the wind and rain, and send people to patrol day and night, and those who dare to blaspheme will be killed. Seven days later, the king personally mourned the soldiers. Immediately after that, Duan Hao ordered, and his voice was fierce.
"No. ”
The soldiers all agreed to the promise.
(To be continued)