Jincheng, the palace of the king of Sichuan and Shu.

"This little rabbit cub, his father didn't dare to talk to me like this, and said that please ask me to fight the army, otherwise my lips will be cold! Is this a threat to me! Peng Qingyun, the king of Sichuan Shu, was so angry that he hammered the bookcase in front of him a few times, and the messenger in front of him lowered his eyes and did not look at him. Chu Xiang is stronger than Sichuan and Shu, this is the consensus of both the two places from top to bottom, both the military and the people. But the other party is the king of Sichuan and Shu, and he is just a little messenger, so it's better not to anger him at this time.

The officials on both sides saw that the king of Sichuan Shu was thunderous, it was commonplace, and if the king of Sichuan and Shu laughed and groaned one day, then they would be worried. An official came out in time and handed the steps to the king of Sichuan Shu: "Lord Wang, the prince of Chu Xiang is young and does not know how to speak, so he offended the prince, but... What the prince said is also true..."

"The truth? What is the truth? I'm still afraid that the court won't succeed? It's just right that Chu Xiang is gone, can't I do it alone? The two fish-eyed eyes of the king of Sichuan and Shu glared, and the official made a gesture, retreated into the queue, and stopped talking. You don't go down the steps, you are not afraid of the court, but you will raise troops, screaming and screaming, and not daring to fight...

A man dressed in soft armor walked in from outside the hall in a hurry, with a sword at his waist and a fiery red cloak fluttering with his steps. As soon as he entered the hall, he took off his helmet, his hair fell down, and he pointed at the king of Sichuan and Shu in the hall and opened his mouth and scolded: "You are an old man who does not cultivate, and you are guilty of muddy!" ”

As soon as Peng Qingyun, the king of Sichuan and Shu, saw the comer, the flames immediately disappeared by three points, and he smiled and said, "Good daughter, aren't you training outside?" How did you get back? ”

The woman is Peng Qingyun's only daughter, Peng Baobao. Although she is a woman, she is friends with swords, guns, swords, and halberds all day long, and she is accompanied by axes, hooks and forks, but it is a pity that she has a good appearance of natural beauty. In recent years, when the age is a little older, many matchmakers have come to the Sichuan Shu Wang's house to say goodbye, and Peng Baobao held a spear, came to beat one by one, and injured five or six matchmakers before and after, and no one dared to come.

"What Ge Cifeng said is not the truth! You said! Peng Baoying ignored his father's smile and pointed to his nose and asked.

Peng Qingyun couldn't pull down his face, bowed his head and didn't answer, the officials in the audience had long been commonplace, and they either looked up at the top or looked down at the ground, turning a blind eye to the embarrassment of the King of Sichuan and Shu.

Although Peng Baobao is a fiery temper, he is not an unreasonable person, seeing that his father did not speak, he no longer pressed to ask, and walked to the messenger with a cold snort: "Go back and tell Ge Cifeng that there are soldiers and horses in Sichuan and Shu, but Chu Xiang doesn't want to use Sichuan and Shu as a gunman!" Anyway, now that Sichuan and Shu haven't pulled the banner, why are the lips dead and the teeth cold? It's not enough to provoke Nanhuai and the imperial court, if you want to provoke Sichuan Shu, let him try it! ”

When the messenger saw this woman, he guessed that it was the only daughter of the king of Sichuan Shu, but he saw that the king of Sichuan Shu was shocked by it, and his words were quite imposing, and he was also shocked, and he unconsciously bowed his hand: "The words of the county lord must be returned to His Royal Highness the prince." The villain retired. ”

After the messenger left, Peng Baobao glared at his father again, flicked his cloak, and walked out of the lobby.

"What are you doing here? Get lost! Get out of here! Peng Qingyun saw that her daughter was gone, and she poured her anger on the officials. A group of officials turned around in time and left the lobby in an orderly manner, and no one was flustered and busy...

The king of Sichuan Shu sat alone in the hall, looking at the empty hall, and sighed helplessly.

Peng Baobao walked out of Peng Wang's mansion, stirred his hair with one hand, and put the helmet back on his head, quite heroic.

The palace guards saluted Peng Baobao in unison, and no one dared to look at him. Peng Baobao looked back at the plaque of Peng Wangfu on the palace, pulled out the sword at his waist, jumped up, grabbed the sword and stabbed it towards the plaque.

"Hee-hee, what a heroic female general." A young girl outside the palace said with a smile on her back with her hands behind her back.

Peng Baobao was disturbed by the sound behind him, his hand movement froze, and he kicked towards the eaves, turning over and falling. The guards on both sides breathed a sigh of relief, it was so dangerous, and the plaque was saved again.

"Who?" Peng Baobao did not slack off because the other party was a woman, and the long sword in his hand pointed directly at the throat of the other party.

The girl tilted her head and smiled sweetly: "Ask Xiangge, pay for it." ”

"Affection? I haven't heard of it, so I asked Xiangge what happened to me in Sichuan? Didn't you come to persuade me to learn from your Donglu and wagging your tail to the court and beg for mercy? When Peng Baobao heard that he was the one who asked Xiangge, the blade of the sword in his hand moved down slightly. There is no relationship between Xiangge and the Sichuan Shu Palace, and there is no grudge, so there is no need to have one more enemy because of the other party's words.

"Hehe, Donglu's affairs have nothing to do with me asking Xiangge, but I'm really here to be a lobbyist!" Fu Qing admitted calmly.

Peng Baobao seemed to be a little interested, looked at Fu Qing and said: "If you want to be a lobbyist, you always have to have some rhetoric, you might as well talk about it, what are your rhetoric?" It's a pity, it's a pity, just with your stature, if I were a man, you just don't have any words, and I will obey my words. ”

Fu Qing still smiled and said, "What's the use of being in good shape?" Some people still have no eyes. ”

"Who are you talking about?" Peng Baobao didn't understand the intention of Fu Qing's words, and referred to others, thinking that he was talking about himself, so he immediately became angry.

"It's not about you, sister, don't be angry. Sister, do you know that Shuzhong is already in danger? Fu Qing put away his smile, blinked his big eyes, and pretended to be serious.

Peng Baobao put away his angry face and said expressionlessly: "I want to hear it in detail." ”

"This is not a place to talk, let's go, there is a teahouse in front, let's drink tea and talk slowly~ I'm in for a treat!" Fu Qing bypassed the blade, took Peng Baobao's hand and walked towards the teahouse, Peng Baobao tested Fu Qing's internal strength, but hugged the Yang Realm, relieved himself, and walked with Peng Baobao with long legs.

Entering the teahouse, Fu Qing ordered tea and snacks, supported his chin with both hands, and looked at Peng Baobao, his big eyes blinking and smiling.

"What are you looking at?" Peng Baobao was looked a little uncomfortable: "If you have something to say, just say it." ”

Fu Qing said: "Sister, do you know? Since I was a child, I can admire those women who practice martial arts, heroic and sassy, and have a manly spirit! It's a pity that the last woman I met didn't like me..."

"Get down to business." Peng Baobao really didn't have the heart to bend with her.

Fu Qing sighed: "Sister thinks that the ultimate in martial arts can be against how many people?" ”

"Ordinary people?" Peng raised his eyebrows.

Fu Qing nodded, blinking wide-eyed, expecting Peng Bao's answer.

"At most, 10,000." Peng Baobao didn't tell a lie, now she is no longer a problem to ride a thousand, but there is still some distance from ten thousand enemies. The extreme strength of martial arts is against 10,000 people, and I think it is eight or nine without leaving ten.

Fu Qing was noncommittal about Peng Baobao's answer, and then asked: "Then ask Sister Peng again, who is the first martial artist today?" ”

Peng Baobao gave a blank look: "The people who asked the Xiangge still came to ask me this?" Do you deliberately be a poor little girl in the middle of nowhere? The first person in the martial arts is naturally Zhang Zongbai of Zhenyang Mountain. ”

Fu Qing smiled playfully, and it happened that the shopkeeper was serving tea and snacks, Fu Qing picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

"You're kidding me, aren't you?" Peng Baobao slapped the table hard, bluffing the shopkeeper to take a few steps back. He naturally knew this eldest lady, dressed in soft armor and a fiery red cloak, known throughout the city. After she entered the building, the tea guests sitting around her had already avoided it automatically.

Fu Qing stretched out his hand and handed another cup of tea to Peng Baobao, and persuaded: "Sister Peng, please drink tea, let me speak slowly." "The kings of Sichuan and Shu in the past dynasties were all hot-tempered people, and Peng Baobao's move was expected by Fu Qing, and he didn't mind.

The tea had already arrived in front of him, and Peng Baobao took the teacup angrily and drank it all.

"The first person in martial arts is both Zhang Zongbai and not Zhang Zongbai."

"What do you mean by that?" Peng Baobao's eyebrows moved, there are even more powerful masters in the world than Zhang Zongbai?

Fu Qing cleared his throat and said: "Zhang Daochang has left the category of martial arts, and he does not belong to the martial arts, so the ranking of martial arts people cannot be counted among them. And according to my analysis, in the martial arts of the world, no one will have the opportunity to fight with Zhang Daochang again. Therefore, what is Zhang Daochang's martial arts cultivation, even if I ask Xiangge, it is difficult to find out. ”

Peng Baobao couldn't sit still, and he got up and was about to leave, isn't this a waste of time? I'm not a big girl, and I have time to talk to you.

"The real first person in martial arts is the Khan of Beiyi! Meng Mulie! ”

"Beiyi Khan Mengmulie? What does this have to do with me? Peng Baobao turned his head and asked.

Fu Qing said: "Mengmu Lie's martial arts cultivation is also unfathomable, and it is far more than ten thousand people!" Six hundred years ago, the Great Qiqi Taizu united with the eight kings and one prime minister, unified the Central Plains, and drove Beiyi to Saibei, and there was no movement for hundreds of years. Now it is only more than 100 years, Beiyi has returned again, and it is very unwise to have a civil war at this time! ”

"Go on." Peng Baobao stared at Fu Qing and said.

"Of the three kings of the north, King Anxi is the closest to Beiyi. It is also said that the king of Anthy is the weakest. If the Central Plains is turbulent, Beiyi will definitely invade on a large scale when they hear the news. Anxi cannot be defended, and Sichuan and Shu are also in danger. Don't say that the Tang Gate in Shuzhong, I'm afraid that the Tang Gate plus the beggar gang may not be able to stop the iron cavalry of Beiyi. Fu Qing said leisurely.

Peng Baobao thought for a while and snorted lightly: "Alarmist, right?" The three kings of the north blocked the Beiyi from the pass, and they had not heard of the Beiyi invasion for six hundred years. ”

"There has been no civil strife in the Great Apocalypse for six hundred years!" Fu Qing blocked Peng Baobao back with a sentence: "It would be nice if Sister Peng's vision was the same as your martial arts, and she could see beyond Sichuan and Shu." ”

"What do you mean!" Peng Baobao's ancestral angry bloodline couldn't be controlled again.

Fu Qing shrugged his shoulders: "It's not interesting, the Dongwei people haven't appeared in Middle-earth for six hundred years, but not long ago, they have appeared in Donglu." Of the eight kings in the world, Chu Xiang is in the best position, he has never been in contact with foreign enemies, and he is also the least respected royal court in Chu Xiang. Sichuan Shu shouldn't have followed Chu Xiang on this trip to troubled waters. ”

"You ask why Xiangge cares so much about the affairs of the imperial court?" Peng Baobao frowned in confusion.

"Who is the second in the world? Sister, do you know? ”

"Second Master Hua Wufeng." Peng Baby said without thinking. Hua Wufeng is the head of Taiyi, and his cultivation is also extremely high, ranking second on the top 100 martial arts list all year round, and he is known as the second master. But what made him famous was his former disciple, Sword Immortal Si Wangnan!

Fu Qing also stood up, took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket, put it on the table, grabbed another piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth: "The top 100 martial arts list is just on the bright side, for the people of the rivers and lakes to refer to." In addition to the top five, the ranking in the back is very watery, hehehe. Even the top five are not all true. For example, Zhang Zongbai and Zhang Daochang I just talked about, aren't they already martial arts people? ”

"The real second in the world is the junior brother of the second master Hua Wufeng, Bai Zhuanhong, who is a swordsmanship, and is only one step away from the Feather Transformation Realm! It's a pity that half a month ago, he died. ”

Peng Baobao was really shocked when she heard Fu Qing's words, Bai Zhuanhong naturally heard that when she traveled to the rivers and lakes more than 20 years ago, she was looking for martial arts masters from all walks of life to compete. Picking all the heads and elders of the major sects, he has not tasted a single defeat, and even the head of the Tang Sect can't make ten moves under his sword. In the end, they went to Zhenyang Mountain to find Zhang Zongbai, no one knew what the battle was, and no one even knew if they had a competition.

In short, after Bai Zhuanhong went down the mountain, he disappeared and was gradually forgotten by the rivers and lakes, and no one talked about it anymore.

Peng Baobao stabilized his mind: "How did he die?" ”

He glimpsed a glimpse of heaven in the martial arts, and went into the Northern Desert alone to find Meng Mulie, and fought with Meng Mulie for two days and two nights, and was killed at dawn on the third day. There is one more thing that I shouldn't have said, but Sister Peng, I only said that I knew about it. The Beiyi army under the command of the Beiyi Khan Meng Mulie is a million..."

Fu Qing stared at Peng Baobao's eyes and said, Peng Baobao only felt that when she said this, her expression was calm...