Lu Yunshi was holding the broken knife, his face flushed, but he couldn't reply.

"Back then, the dignified Shenjing Lu clan is now a guest with his surname, running around in exchange for some rewards......"

Jiang Wenbai turned around and picked up the hydrangea and said lightly in a voice that everyone could hear.

"If I were you,

If you have self-esteem,

I can't put on that red skin! ”

As soon as these words came out, many children of the family seated in the main building applauded loudly.

And Lu Yunshi was already crumbling.

Hong Fan suddenly thought of the conversation with Gongsun Shi before leaving Jinhai City-the family's attitude towards the Zhangwu Academy, which can already be seen from that scene.

During the banquet on the third floor, Yuan Xuesong and Yan Yulin got up suddenly, their faces sinking like water.

They were furious, but they finally resisted the counterattack.

Money is not as good, power is not as good, and combat power is not as good as ......

Anger without strength is meaningless except self-harm.

Jiang Wenbai heard the movement upstairs and glanced up.

arrogant, and disdainful.

Hongli turned pale with fright, and shrank aside.

Yuan and Yan took a deep breath and sat back tremblingly.

Bai Jiaci clenched his hands into fists, but turned his face sideways, not daring to let those family members see his eyes.

At this time, Hong Fan saw Zhan Yuanzi tidying up his robe and slowly got up.

Then there was a snap.

"Presumptuous!"

In Hong Fan's eyes, Zhan Yuanzi has always been an easy-going person.

It was the first time he had seen it so serious.

"Ti rides the poor heaven and the earth, and the sun and the moon do not shine;

Rushing back and forth, forgetting life and death......

How dare you be disrespectful?! ”

A question, very awe-inspiring.

Jiang Wenbai's momentum was unexpectedly suffocated.

He doesn't look down on Tiqi, that's true.

First, the Zhangwu Academy under Guan Qimai's rule often opposed the family.

The second is that Dahua Gaomen does not feel that he is inferior to the Xiao family in his heart, and naturally regards the title of "Son of Heaven" as humiliating.

But in front of everyone's eyes, Jiang Wenbai's yin and yang sarcasm is okay, but he doesn't dare to make his words clear.

"Bu Yi Qianshou, also worthy of talking to the Jiang family's noble son?!"

He forcibly glanced at it, did not take the stubble, and only humiliated it from other places.

There was some laughter in the direction of the main building, which was immediately interrupted.

"Buyi also knows how to serve the country, and the head of Qiantou can also relieve the people from hanging!"

Zhan Yuanzi did not back down, and his voice was even higher.

"Brocade clothes and jade food have wasted time, and such a shameless person is not worthy of talking to me!"

The house was full of silence.

Jiang Wenbai is the daughter of the Jiang family, and he is the nephew of the Yuanci Grandmaster "Shocking Hundred Miles" Jiang Qihu.

He has been squeezed by few people in his life, let alone sprayed.

Eating Zhan Yuanzi's scolding, Jiang Dashao's tongue was a little knotted.

"Ling, what kind of husband are you who take advantage of your tongue?"

The corners of his forehead swelled and he scolded.

After resting for a while, before his anger was straightened out, Jiang Wenbai organized his words again.

"This matter started because of the third child of the Lu family, you and I have never known each other, you are just standing up for him!"

"So, you come down, we'll do it again!"

Broken iron is unsheathed twice.

Zhan Yuanzi shook his head seriously.

"What about another one?"

He looked down in awe.

"You've won, you're right? I lost, I was wrong? ”

In a nutshell, there is no dexterity, just plain truth.

choked Jiang Wenbai to death again.

Hong Fan smiled silently, and abruptly recalled the first time he met Zhan Yuanzi - he was about to fight at that time, and the latter also directly admitted defeat.

If he is not a strong person, how can he win or lose?

is such a person, who can be nearly forty years old and alone, and fall into a situation of "betraying relatives and leaving", and still be indifferent and leisurely.

"My cultivation is far inferior to Brother Lu, and I will definitely lose a battle with you."

Zhan Yuanzi continued.

"But if you insist on fighting, I will accompany you."

He said it so bluntly that he was about to jump off the third floor, but he was held down by Hong Fan on the shoulder.

The latter had seen the ruthlessness in Jiang Wenbai's eyes.

Hong Fan pulled Zhan Yuanzi away, stood on the railing with one hand, and looked down at the people downstairs condescendingly.

"Red Ribbon Ride, Jin Hai Hongfan."

This time, he didn't use humble words such as being subordinate or contemptible.

"Since this Jiang Gongzi insulted the Zhangwu Academy, he scolded me too."

"It's come to this, and it's a bit unreasonable not to do it."

"I'm better than my brother, if you're not afraid, why don't you change me?"

He laughed excitedly.

"Joke, whoever you say will come?"

Hearing Hong Fan's Jinhai accent, Jiang Wenbai became more and more disdainful.

"Now that the hydrangea is in my hands, why can you fight with me?"

Innate arrogance flows from between the words and sentences.

"How about adding some colours?"

Hong Fan said immediately.

"I won, you can return the hydrangea to Lu Yunshi, and apologize again."

"I lost, I'll invite you for that seat."

Hearing this, many of the children of the family laughed.

"My seat is the second best position in the flower tasting meeting, counting the wine, it is a thousand taels of silver!"

Jiang Wenbai said with disdain.

"Can you afford it?"

As the words fell, a silver ticket that was straightened by the true qi shot out with a "boom", nailed into the carved railing on the third floor of the main building, and softened again.

"A thousand taels of official tickets, such as a fake exchange."

Hong Fan withdrew his hand and said lightly.

Jiang Wenbai was stunned for a moment, and couldn't change his words.

"If you want to bring shame on yourself, you will come down!"

He shouted.

Hong Fan flew down.

Surrounded by lights and eyes, the two stood opposite each other.

"Jiang Wenbai, there are six veins."

Jiang Wenbai pointed with a broken iron front.

"You don't use weapons?"

"Hong Fan, there are four veins."

Hong Fan put his hands behind his back and caught his opponent's gaze without giving in.

The river breeze blew and the lights swayed.

Between the dappled light and shadow, barely visible fine sand spilled from the bonsai on all sides of the stage.

"That being the case, don't make excuses if you lose!"

Jiang Wenbai no longer wasted time, pressed forward with his sword, and slowly accelerated.

Several masters in high places saw that something was wrong.

Behind Jiang Wenbai, countless sparse and dim golden stars chased straight under his feet.

At arm's length, the broken iron stabbed out.

With one step, Jiang Wenbai's complexion changed suddenly.

Obviously the best quality carpet, at this time it lost its friction, giving him the illusion of stepping on the balls all over the floor.

The sword skewed, and the swordsman slipped to the side.

"Be careful, it's sand!"

Liu Xingxian, who was on the fourth floor, leaned forward, and after concentrating on it, he shouted.

But with the speed of the battle of the martial artists of the Pure Realm, where can he catch up with the words?

Jiang Wenbai was in mid-air, and he didn't understand what the situation was, so he only supported the ground with his left hand and wanted to retreat.

The palm of the hand also slipped.

He fell sideways to the ground, and felt his right palm tighten, and saw the broken iron sword body firmly trampled by his boots.

Although Jiang Wenbai is a literary cultivator, he has not experienced any life and death scenes, but martial arts cultivation is there after all.

His first reaction was to draw his sword and roll away.

I didn't expect the long sword to be drawn!

Jiang Wenbai stared at it, and saw a cloud of fine sand wrapping the sword body, and immediately urged out a three-foot qi blade and twisted his wrist horizontally.

In his mind, the broken iron did not keep chopping something.

This time, however, the sword disappointed its master.

PS：

Painter, Saint also. Cover the poor heaven and earth, and show that the sun and the moon do not shine. With a delicate pen, ten thousand kinds of hearts will show the ability of every inch, and thousands of miles are in the palm.

——Zhu Jingxuan, "Famous Paintings of the Tang Dynasty"

(End of chapter)