"Childe, Kang Jin and Childe don't know each other, and I hope that Childe will leave quickly, don't be involved because of Kang Jin." Kang Jin saw that Zhang Sanxiang and Fan Fengming were also arrested together, and he was afraid that Fan Fengming would be affected because of himself, so he hurriedly spoke.

"Buzz." Now Fan Fengming can't hear anything else, his appearance, figure, voice, and name are all the same. Mother, Fan Fengming can no longer show his bravery and fearlessness. The brain is hot, and the sword is drawn and unsheathed. At this moment, there was a thought in Fan Fengming's mind, he couldn't lose face in front of this girl. After nearly a year of parting, Fan Fengming has been suppressing his thoughts about her, and after seeing Kang Jin, his thoughts exploded instantly, Fan Fengming's previous reason had already run away from the clouds, thinking about your face and watching my sword dance move in the world.

Fan Fengming stabbed his sword towards Zhang San, and the tip of the sword "buzzed", as if he wanted to drink blood. Fan Fengming is different from Liu Ke, Liu Ke likes to win by force and pays attention to force. And Fan Fengming is different, Fan Fengming likes to win with intelligence and pays attention to intelligence. Compared with Liu Ke's long sword that drank countless blood, Fan Fengming's sword was much more merciful. It seems that it has never drunk blood yet? Today must be its first time drinking blood!

"Yo." When Zhang San saw that Fan Fengming actually drew his sword and stabbed at him, he couldn't help but sneer, and shouted even more exaggeratedly. Looking at Fan Fengming's unfamiliar appearance with his sword drawn, Zhang San concluded that Fan Fengming was a rookie. For rookies, Zhang Sanzi is not afraid. The wooden stick in his hand swung straight up, and smashed it towards Fan Fengming's sword-holding right hand.

Fan Fengming rarely draws a sword, rarely kills, or rarely uses a sword, but this does not mean that Fan Fengming will not use a sword or kill people. Seeing that Zhang San wanted to use a wooden stick to fight the enemy, Fan Fengming couldn't help but be angry, he was actually underestimated, his right hand was upright, the tip of the long sword rose rapidly, and he easily circled Zhang San's wooden stick with a beautiful sword flower. Finally, he stabbed Zhang San directly in the chest.

When Zhang San saw the tip of the sword stabbing directly into his chest, he was immediately shocked in his heart, and secretly underestimated it. However, Zhang San's agility was still good, he quickly stepped back, and the wooden stick in his hand also swung a semicircle in the direction where Fan Fengming's long sword stabbed from, Fan Fengming's long sword sword momentum was interrupted, and the tip of the sword deviated from the predetermined track.

Fan Fengming's purpose was not to kill Zhang San, so the long sword in Zhang San's hand did not change his move when he wielded the wooden stick, allowing Zhang San to miss it. Zhang San was secretly happy, and when he was about to take back the stick, he suddenly found that something was wrong, and the wooden stick could not be taken back.

"Oops." Zhang San said secretly, he didn't want the wooden stick at the moment, abandoned the wooden stick with his right hand, his body was short, and then he rolled to the side like a roll. But no matter how fast Zhang San's speed was, he had to take a strong sword from Fan Fengming on his back, and suddenly blood kept gushing, and Zhang San not only opened his skin and flesh. And several bones were broken.

The reason why Fan Fengming allowed Zhang San to deflect his sword momentum. The idea was to quickly stop Zhang San's wooden stick at the moment when he was proud, and then the long sword in his hand would bully him again. Go directly to Zhang San.

Zhang San dared to underestimate himself, Fan Fengming's anger had reached its peak, and killing Zhang San would not eliminate Fan Fengming's anger. Fan Fengming wanted to have a good time.

The battle between Fan Fengming and Zhang San did not last long, and it was not until the moment Zhang San rolled on the donkey that the evil minions around him reacted. When those evil slaves saw that Zhang San had been stabbed, the sticks in their hands all beckoned to Fan Fengming fiercely.

Looking at the more than a dozen wooden sticks rushing to his face, Fan Fengming couldn't help but shout: "Looking for death." The long sword kept pulling out the sword flowers, and the sticks kept falling to the ground. Ran Zuo, Fan Fengming was very unceremonious and rewarded each of them with a kick. The slaves were very cooperative, and they knelt on their left knee.

"Ahh

"Ahh

Screams kept coming, and a group of evil slaves were rolling on the ground with their left knees clutched. Fan Fengming walked towards Zhang San with a smile, Zhang San was lying on the ground wailing at this time, although he was lucky to pick up a life, but the sword that Fan Fengming split made several flanks in his back break, and he now has a problem even standing up.

"Ahh Zhang San screamed, Fan Fengming's feet in rabbit skin boots were grinding on Zhang San's face at the moment, "Childe spare your life, Childe spare your life!" Zhang San's voice began to tremble. People like him are greedy for life and afraid of death, when have they been so painful since then, at this time, Zhang San's You was already regretting why he saw Fan Fengming wearing a sword and wanted to provoke him. If you are a child of a family, then you may no longer be able to enjoy the delicacies and delicacies of the mountains and seas at home and the beautiful wife and concubine today. In the rampant era of the other party, it is easier to kill a ruffian like Zhang San who has no backing for the time being than to pinch an ant to death. And what is Zhang San most afraid of? Die.

"Huh". Fan Fengming suddenly chuckled twice, and then moved his foot off Zhang San's face. Of course, this does not mean that Fan Fengming will let Zhang San go, this is only the beginning of Zhang San's nightmare.

"Now I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer honestly." Fan Fengming said to Zhang San.

"Yes, yes, the little one must tell the truth." Zhang San nodded cooperatively.

"You're from Juxian Academy, so you should know a lot about Juxian Academy! Let's talk about how many women like her are in Juxianyuan. The woman in Fan Fengming's mouth naturally refers to Tang Jin.

"Childe, there are more than a dozen beauties of Tang Jin's level in Juxian Courtyard! Another day the son will come to Juxian Courtyard, and the little one will leave you with the most beautiful girl! Zhang San said to Fan Fengming with a flattering face. He thought that Fan Fengming asked how many women like Kang Jin were referring to Kang Tong's appearance, and the corpse was originally a little worried about whether he could survive, so Zhang San began to sell how beautiful and moving the girl in Juxian Yuan was. In Zhang San's eyes, Fan Fengming is already an out-and-out romantic figure at the moment.

Fan Fengming was extremely speechless, and was about to open his mouth to ask something more, but a messenger came to him.

"Lord Bookkeeper, the brother of the reconnaissance company in the army has news arrived." The messenger saluted Fan Fengming, then took out a letter from his armor and handed it to Fan Fengming.

(Brothers, flowers, collections, recommendations, and scholars are all needed)