Anzuo's skin doesn't look like a native of the Western Regions at all, and in Zhao Rang's opinion, his skin is even better than that of Amani, the princess. Recently, the most popular secret recipe for youth among the royal family and nobles of the Western Regions is pearl powder. Of course, there are no pearls in the Western Regions, so they have to be transported from the south of Dawei across the mountains and seas, and one pearl is one or two gold.

But his skin is like a pearl with a fine texture, white and flawless, round and delicate.

Such a pearly face was cracked because of Simon Dazhuang's words. Like a cracked earth, Anzo's whole face became incongruous.

Everyone has their own taboos, and Anzuo hates people to call him "little white face" the most in his life. The whiter his face, the more ruthless his heart became, and the person who laughed at him like this at the beginning even had his ashes lifted by him, so he hadn't heard these three words for many years. 1

Now that Ximen Dazhuang said it so clearly, although Anzuo was trying his best to restrain his emotions, he still couldn't suppress the twitching of the most vulnerable part of his heart.

Fortunately, at this time, the leader came up with the maid and brought the wine and food.

There is a bottle of amethyst in front of each person, which is exactly the kind that Taihe is in the center, and Mrs. Wang is reluctant to drink.

After such an interruption, Anzo's mind calmed down again, poured himself a glass of wine, squatted on the wine glass and said to everyone:

"Today is full of friends, as the protector of the Divine Sect and the general manager, I would like to give you a glass here!"

After drinking the wine, Zhao Rang said:

"It turns out that Prince Anzo is the manager!"

Anzo asked rhetorically:

"Who does Zhao Gongzi think it is?"

Zhao Rang replied:

"Red Silk."

An Zuo's eyes inadvertently flashed a trace of fierceness, although the speed was extremely fast, but it was still captured by Zhao Rang.

It seems that the water inside their cult is also very deep!

As soon as An Zuo came, he first abolished Wang Xiaoshan's hand, and the third master Wang couldn't raise his head after completely crushing. Just now, because of Zhao Rang's unintentional words, he showed his disgust and hatred for Hongjiang......

Before the banquet officially began, their internal strife had already reached such a point, Zhao Rang breathed a sigh of relief, and asked while the iron was hot:

"I had a relationship with the Red Silk Protector in Chagan Tologai, and she is indeed a strange woman."

Zhao Rang hid the unhappiness between him and Hongjiang, and turned the almost life-threatening fight of the day into a fluttering "one-sided relationship".

Anzuo glanced at Zhao Rang deeply, wanting to see if he was really complimenting or using this to provoke himself.

However, after Zhao Rang finished speaking, he drank a glass of wine by himself, the angle of the wine glass perfectly covered his face, and An Zuo didn't see anything, so he had to say politely: 1

"The protectors in the Divine Sect are all appointed by the sect leader himself, so naturally they are not the same person."

On the surface, he was echoing Zhao Rang, but in fact, he praised himself.

"I have a question, I don't know if Prince Anzo can answer it."

An Zuo picked up a piece of cold beef tendon meat, and when he heard Zhao Rang's words, he put it on the plate and said:

"Here, Zhao Gongzi doesn't have to call me a prince."

"Call you Dharma Protector?"

Zhao Rang asked playfully.

"Just a name."

"In addition, Zhao Gongzi is afraid that there is more than one problem, right?"

Zhao Rang thought about it, shook his head and said:

"Just one question. The answer to this question is enough to answer all the others. ”

Anzo smiled and said:

"You're trying to ask about the Sect Master and the Cult."

Zhao Rang nodded.

What An Zuo said was right, what Zhao Rang wanted to know most was what the Divine Sect and the Sect Master wanted to do. If you want power, you obviously have the entire Single Night Country firmly in your hands. With power comes money, as the second largest power among the four countries in the Western Regions, the single night country has never been associated with poverty.

But this sect leader didn't stop tossing, constantly developing the periphery, and even made a ghost thing like Tongtian Pill.

From Shen Liushu's log, he can only get a glimpse of a part, where can he come into contact with Anzodo? At the moment, sitting at the same table and eating, it is better to ask directly. Even if he is about to die in a while, Zhao Rang doesn't want to be a fool.

"Of course, the sect leader's vision is not a single night country."

"The Sect Leader is determined to be in the world?"

Zhao Rang's tone was teasing.

Who wouldn't brag? Don't end up with cattle herding......

"The world is too big, and the sect leader is a pragmatic person."

"Oh? I admire him a little. ”

Zhao Rang's words were not compliments, but from the heart.

The greatest ability of a person is to have self-knowledge, which allows you to know what you can do and what you can't do. I won't go far and build that castle in the sky.

But since Zhao Rang began to come into contact with the Divine Sect, he felt that this sect leader was not what An Zuo said. But there are thousands of people, and it is not necessary that their feelings are wrong, so let's listen to what Anzuo, the protector and manager, has to say. He is willing to answer his own questions, and that's good. At this point, there was no need for Anzo to lie.

"The sect master's pursuit is only in the four kingdoms."

"Isn't the Upper Four Kingdoms the entire Western Regions?"

Zhao Rang said.

There are thirty-six countries in the Western Regions. Each of the four countries has a subordinate state. On the other hand, in addition to the Upper Four Countries, other small countries have to find a backer from the Upper Four Kingdoms, perhaps the late Lan country, or the single night country, or the other two countries. Only in this way can they be sheltered and survive in this wild land.

If you master the Upper Four Kingdoms, you will also master the entire Western Regions, which is a truth that everyone knows.

At least in Dawei, everyone knows it.

This time Anzuo didn't explain, his gaze suddenly became cloudy, looking in the direction that Zhao Rang had entered the hall before.

After everyone had taken their seats, the maids lowered the curtains.

Zhao Rang followed An Zuo's gaze, and behind the curtain, two graceful figures appeared.

These two people are separated by the curtain, and Zhao Rang can also recognize them: Hongjiang and Princess Amani.

Zhao Rang's hands slowly put under the table, and the black steel knife was lying horizontally on his legs.

This action reminded the others that they were all ready.

Yuan Mingkong's hands kept clenching and loosening, although Hydiye did not have a sword in his hand, his body was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, extremely sharp.

Only Akiz was constantly wiping his sweat with a napkin, and his face and neck were all covered with a thick layer of sweat. The navy blue clothes he was wearing were soaked with sweat and turned dark black.

The two figures behind the gauze curtain were still one step away from entering the hall.

Third Master Wang, who didn't know where he had gone just now, suddenly barged in, held a jade-colored spirit card aloft alof, and said loudly to An Zuo:

"On the orders of the Sect Master, capture and kill the rebellion of the Divine Cult!"

Everyone was stunned by Third Master Wang.

A decadent old lion suddenly became high-spirited again, and he was so ashamed that even Zhao Rang didn't think what he said was true.

After all, Anzo's identity is not the same as his. Even if the sect leader really wants to make a move against An Zuo, I'm afraid it won't be the turn of Third Master Wang.

After the sudden coldness, An Zuo hooked the corners of his mouth and said to Zhao Rang and others:

"The grandfather is old, I saw Yizi injured just now, I guess he was stimulated, he is acting crazy at this time, you don't have to care."

As soon as he finished speaking, the curtain was lifted, and Amani and Hongjiang walked in side by side.

Anzo's eyes met Amani's, and the smile on his face froze.

"Someone!"

The two young women who had followed him into the hall immediately dodged in front of him. Anzo took this opportunity to pull back, but looked at the four exits in the hall, all of which were sealed by those strong men.

These men are all dead soldiers who have had their eardrums pierced and their tongues cut out, leaving only a pair of eyes to see. 1

When they saw Third Master Wang appear holding the jade-colored spirit card that the sect leader was close to, they knew that there was going to be a big change in the hall.

It is not their business to solve the incident, but it is their duty to seal this hall, and without the approval of the sect leader, no one can go out.

Seeing that all the exits were sealed, Anzuo wanted to use his two maids as a resistance to buy some more time for himself.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Wang would be old and strong, and pounced with his bare hands, his hands were in the shape of eagle claws, and he twisted the necks of these two young women with two clicks.

No one cares about pity and cherishing jade, and Anzuo will not.

As early as when he brought the two girls here, their fates were already fixed.

But without a human shield, Anzo is not a person who is ready to be killed.

He put his hands on his waist, unbuckled his belt, and shook it violently, and a soft sword came out of his belt.

Third Master Wang shouted:

"When you came to the banquet, you still hid a sword in your waist, what else do you have to quibble?"

Lookers-on see most of the game.

Zhao Rang knew that Third Master Wang's words were completely to boost his morale, and at the same time, he could show off in front of Amani and Hongjiang.

Although it is not clear what Anzo did to let his people be captured and killed in front of everyone, Anzo has not said a word since the change, let alone quibble.

Based on this alone, Zhao Rang still admires it a little.

The most important thing for a strong person who can succeed is to be able to calm down. This breath must be consistent, and there must be no slack at the moment when the dust settles!

Although it is revealed now that it is hopeless to succeed, there is no need to say anything.

Success and defeat have been this principle since ancient times.

Fight hard, maybe there is still a way to live. Sitting back and waiting to be killed is not the true character of a hero at all.

However, Zhao Rang still secretly sighed that this feng shui takes turns!

Between him and Third Master Wang, in the hall, it was turned upside down twice!

Fortunately, the hall is extremely wide, and Zhao Rang and the others don't have to worry about affecting themselves, so they can watch the show.

Fighting back and forth, in the end, it was their gods who taught themselves to fight, and Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong were the most happy to see it!

The soft sword in An Zuo's hand was light and flowing, and the powerful fists of Kong Wu, the third prince of Shangwang, were fierce and agile, and the momentum was completely different.

The two looked at each other, and there was a murderous intent in the tense air.

"It's really strange, I remember that Third Master Wang didn't use his fists before."

Zhao Rang said with his chin propped up.

"I didn't expect him to use his fists!"

Yuan Mingkong echoed.

"How do his fists compare to yours?"

Zhao Rang asked rhetorically.

Such a question can always arouse a man's competitive heart, Yuan Mingkong pursed his lips and said:

"Now, of course, it's still a thin line."

Zhao Rang has never joined fists, and Wang San Taiye has not revealed much at the moment, so he Yuan Mingkong is right.

The words of the two were not deliberately concealed, so a word passed to the ears of Mrs. Wang.

"Boy, look! When Grandpa was boxing, your diapers weren't dry yet! ”

Third Master Wang's words were extremely rude and arrogant.

Although he still has a jade ring of tens of thousands of taels on his hand, and a gold-inlaid jade handle tied around his waist, it can't cover his original temperament.

"Well, I'm looking, both eyes are looking!"

Yuan Mingkong said very exaggeratedly.

Third Master Wang disdained to quarrel with him anymore, and faced the snake-like soft sword in An Zuo's hand, and calmly moved forward. An unrivaled sense of confidence and extreme calmness enveloped him.

Most people think that self-confident people must be arrogant, but they are not.

People who are absolutely confident will do everything in order to continue to be confident, and they will do their best at the same time.

So when self-confidence and calmness appear in a person at the same time, the person is almost invulnerable.

When Zhao Rang felt this momentum on the third master Wang, he had already begun to count silently in his heart.

After counting a few punches from the third master Wang, he was able to capture Anzuo.

"Not to mention that the cultivation of the third master Wang is one level higher than An Zuo, it is such spirit and experience, and An Zuo is definitely not his opponent."

Zhao Rang has already given a verdict to Anzuo.

"Not necessarily."

Yuan Mingkong disagreed with Zhao Rang's statement.

"Third Master Wang's cultivation should have been ascended to the Great Master of the Three Rank Martial Arts. But he definitely doesn't have such a cultivation now! ”

Zhao Rang frowned and asked:

"Can't the Great Grandmaster be careful?"

Yuan Mingkong shook his head and said:

"I'm looking at his fights. If he is still a great master, then as long as he is in the middle of a circle, An Zuo will definitely break his bones and tendons. ”

Zhao Rang looked at Third Master Wang again, his fists were high and low, and it was obvious that he had both offense and defense.

Those who repair double knives in the knife path will start like this. The two knives, one long and one short, the long knife kills the enemy, and the short knife protects the body, which is exactly the same as the current boxing of Wang Santaiye!

An Zuo also sensed the difference between Third Master Wang, but he did not despise it, but became more cautious.

When two people calm down, the competition is often not about the level of cultivation, but about spiritual perseverance.

Everyone's eyes can only look outward, but everything often happens inside.

Whoever can't stand it first, who will lose his cool first, then shatter his self-confidence, and finally lose his life.

The soft sword body flickered rapidly, and at this moment, it was no longer a spirit snake out of the hole, but a dragon out of the sea!

It just so happened that Anzuo's soft sword had a layer of dragon scales attached to it, and under his constant shaking, it emitted a faint blue light.

As the sword light raged, Anzo turned his body and spun at high speed like a spinning top.

The sword light filled the entire hall, and all the luxurious decorations complemented each other, vertical and horizontal.

As the speed of rotation continued to increase, An Zuo's figure was also approaching Third Master Wang.

The sword qi rushed to his face, but the third master Wang was still immovable.

He lowered his head slightly, and his fists relaxed slightly, which helped to avoid Anzo's sharp blade.

"This old man wants to play fast with slow!"

Zhao Rang responded with a smile:

"When you're older, can you still fight with Anzuo's speed?"

Whether it's slow or fast, or faster than the other party, it comes down to a matter of timing.

"I mean, the old man is observing the pattern of Anzuo's sword. This is clear! ”

Yuan Mingkong continued.

Whether you use a sword or make a sword, over time, you will develop your own habits. Even if it is the Zhao family knife, the people of the Zhao family will be slightly different.

The third master Wang, who was waiting for the opportunity, finally found the time.

In the face of the sharp sword, he did not give in, and greeted him brazenly.

A domineering and fierce punch struck, just in time for Anzo to swing his sword. m.

Like thunder through the sky!

Third Master Wang broke through An Zuo's sword momentum with just one punch!

As a last resort, Anzo could only forcibly stop his body.

With a shake of the soft sword, the blade of the sword bent into a bow, and then stabbed down from above, heading straight at the wrist of Third Master Wang.

"He really has a soft spot for this part......

Zhao Rang said.

Yuan Mingkong explained:

"The old man's boxing technique is both internal and external. When the energy is surging, a layer of fists will be formed to protect the fist, so the wrist is the weakest point that is most easily overlooked. ”

Anzuo's thoughts are not different from Yuan Mingkong.

But he didn't expect that Third Master Wang's fist would spread to his forearm!

The tip of the sword was two inches from his wrist, and he could not advance any further, and then it bounced violently, almost injuring himself......

It was useless to fight hard, and Anzo had to change his tactics again.

The soft sword is dexterous, and under his full urging, every move is elusive.

Like a light yarn fluttering.

Like a splash of water.

The sword and sword avoided the fierce fists of the third master Wang, and the precision was incomparable, and the cold stabbing was unparalleled to the place where his fist could not be attached.

But no matter how delicate the stabbing blows, they were all defused one by one by the indestructible iron fist of the third prince Wang. 2

The sound of swords and fists colliding one after another, threatening.

A sturdy man closest to the two of them couldn't bear such strength and fell backwards.

Anzuo gradually fell into the downwind, rushing left and right, which seemed to Zhao Rang to be very reluctant.

The third master Wang is gradually getting better, every punch is concise and direct, fast and accurate, and it comes with at least three stamina, like waves of the sea, making Anzuo more and more difficult to resist......

"Anzo is going to lose."

"Within three punches, no more than five punches!"

This time, Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong rarely reached an agreement, only to see An Zuo get up, suddenly pull away, and fly to the side.

The sturdy man just now fell, leaving a gap in the blockade.

The soft sword in Anzuo's hand, the blade of the sword turned into a little cold light, like the stars in the night sky, exquisitely clear.

He stabbed out seven swords in one breath, and the qi path sword light attacked Wang San Taiye in the shape of a Beidou, wanting to get rid of the shackles of his iron fist in one fell swoop.

Third Master Wang looked at An Zuo tightly, and after a while, he jumped up suddenly, like an arrow from a string, and rushed straight towards An Zuo.

Anzo was startled and turned around with a sword, but after all, he was still a moment slower......

Third Master Wang dodged and punched out, hitting An Zuo's chest.

Anzo flew upside down, like a scattered leaf, and landed heavily on the surface of the water outside the curtain. 1

"Two Dharma protectors, the little old man is fortunate not to be dishonored!"

Third Master Wang rose and fell, lifted Anzuo out of the water, threw him on the ground, and said to Hongjiang and Amani. 1