Yang Feng turned his head slightly, looking calm.

"It's not good to just watch them, you wait, and there will be a good show later."

Zhang Yuanshan swallowed his saliva, "Okay, brother, you cow, I'll wait for you to pick two." ”

Cai Song's eyes cast over and squinted at Zhang Yuanshan.

Zhang Yuanshan smiled instantly, nodded, and quickly avoided his gaze.

"Hmph, we'll see!"

Cai Song glanced at Yang Feng with sharp eyes and turned his head.

Tuoba Yuanjie turned around and beckoned to Zhang Yuanshan, Zhang Yuanshan leaned over suspiciously, and hugged his head at the same time.

"Why are you trying to hit me?"

Tuoba Yuanjie pursed his lips, "Why am I beating you, get closer." ”

Zhang Yuanshan put down his hand and put his ear to it.

The two whispered.

Tuoba Yuanjie: "Is Yang Feng a member of the Northern Zhou royal family?" ”

Zhang Yuanshan: "Yes, that's right. ”

Tuoba Yuanjie: "That's not the end." ”

Zhang Yuanshan: "Huh? Does it matter? ”

Tuoba Yuanjie frowned: "Big brother, don't you know the relationship between countries?" ”

"I don't know..."

"Northern Zhou, who is the most hated country, Beiyan and Beiwei. The Northern Zhou Dynasty is sandwiched between the two countries, and there are perennial small fights on the border, and all kinds of frictions emerge one after another. The Northern Zhou Dynasty has also been affected, but because of the weakness of the country, it is also powerless. ”

Zhang Yuanshan suddenly realized, "Oh, what about this relationship? ”

"What a pig brain."

Tuoba Yuanjie shook Zhang Yuanshan's forehead with his fingers and turned his head.

"*, why are you beating me? It's despicable. ”

Zhang Yuanshan covered his head and shrank back.

Yang Feng stood up.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Yuanshan asked.

"It's over the fight, it's time for me to go up, you can take a good look at my real strength."

After speaking, he stepped forward and looked back at Cai Song, "Don't worry, it'll be you soon." ”

Then he strode to the ring and jumped into the ring with a slight jump.

looked at Nangong Liang with a smile on his face, and untied the strip of cloth on the blade with one hand.

"Qizhou Xiaoerlang, Yang Feng!"

Yang Feng shouted loudly.

The audience instantly became hot, and Yang Feng's reputation in Xichu was still not small. It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that his strength is no less than that of the top ten powerhouses in Western Chu. He is the first person worthy of the name of the top ten powerhouses of Western Chu.

Since he hadn't fought with these ten people, others didn't know how high Yang Feng's ceiling was.

"You can't fight yet."

Seeing Yang Feng unhurriedly unwrapping the strip of cloth, Nangong Liangfa asked.

He felt that this Yang Feng was too ink, unlike him, who directly walked quickly on the head of the gun, and Yang Feng was wrapped around the blade of the knife.

"There's no hurry."

Soon, as the last circle of cloth was untied, a sharp three-pointed and two-edged knife appeared.

"Come on, kill thirteen shots."

Yang Feng brandished the three-pointed knife and rushed over.

Nangong Liang reacted quickly and instantly dodged the two knives that Yang Feng rushed over.

"Interesting, look at the guns!"

Nangong Liang jumped up, the spear in his hand slashed through the air, and the tip of the spear stabbed at Yang Feng's head.

Yang Feng swung his knife to block, stuck the spear in the crack of the knife, turned around and spun, and pressed the spear to the ground.

Then his whole body jumped up and kicked Nangong Liang with both legs.

Yang Feng moved quickly, and Nangong Liang could only raise his left hand, bend it, and carry these two feet hard.

Instantly drew back the golden gun, quickly adjusted his state, and attacked Yang Feng again.