While speaking, a thin old man with flower hair floated in, his left hand opened Feng Zhiping's fist, and his right leg took Lao Dong's leg crookedly, and his breath spread out to force the two to retreat, blocking Wu Nan behind him.

The terrifying coercion made Lao Dong's face change wildly, and he tried not to run away, and dodged to Feng Zhiping's side and held the hilt of the sword with his backhand.

Feng Zhiping's expression was solemn, he looked up and down, and asked lightly: "You are the god of the town?"

The old man's attitude was gentle, and he smiled and nodded when he heard the words: "Yes, it is the old man." ”

Feng Zhiping arched his hand: "Haven't asked for advice yet?"

The old man bowed his head and saluted: "The old man Guan Rong has seen the son." ”

Guan Rong?

Haven't heard of it.

The masters in Beijing are like clouds, there is no lack of congenital, but most of them are spiritual sense, and there are relatively few outside areas in the inner part of the Shenzang period, I don't know where the old guy came from, the prince, the Rui Wang, or the Qiankun Pavilion?

It shouldn't be Qiankun Pavilion, he can feel the other party's breath fluctuations, it should be the prince's person.

As a person who is the crown prince, why should he take care of his grievances with Mashanbofu?

Could it be that the crown prince didn't want to take this matter seriously, and still had the purpose of temporary reconciliation, and facilitating this situation was just to make King Rui angry and reduce the possibility of joining King Rui's camp in the future?

Thinking of this, Feng Zhiping said loudly: "You are a senior, and the younger generation should be respected, but this person deceived me too much, poisoned my siblings, and kidnapped a person who refused to return it, I will undoubtedly avenge this revenge! ”

Guan Rong smiled and shook his head: "Fei Ye, the harmony has been hurt, the prince of the world will lose the face of my Wushuang Pavilion tonight, if he is humiliated and taken away in front of all the guests and friends, what face will my Wushuang Pavilion have in the future to gain a foothold in the capital? Who will believe that my Wushuang Pavilion can ensure the safety of the guests in the future? Therefore, the old man can only rely on the old man and sell the old, and he will come forward to mediate with a cheeky skin, and ask the prince to give the old man three points of thin noodles, take a step back, and leave everything to tomorrow." ”

"Tomorrow, tomorrow you don't care?"

"Exactly. Before dawn, the meeting ended, and the guests took a stand, and all matters had nothing to do with my Wushuang Pavilion. ”

Feng Zhiping pondered for a moment and nodded lightly: "Okay, the seniors open their mouths, the juniors sell your face, and the juniors will wait outside, so it's not a bad rule, right?"

Guan Rong was modest: "Shizi, why are you obsessed with tonight?"

Feng Zhiping was tired when he heard it, and narrowed his eyes: "What, you send the Buddha to the west, and you still want to send people home?"

Guan Rongguaner: "The son of the world is smart, that's exactly the case. Wu Gongzi was injured here today, it is no longer right, I Wushuang Pavilion should send him home, apologize in person, explain the situation, and strive to obtain the understanding of the Wu Mansion. ”

"Ha, you Wushuang Pavilion are really 'considerate'!" Feng Zhiping laughed three times and lowered his face, "To put it bluntly, I want to keep him safe and go home and hide, so that I have no way to ask for medicine, and I have no way to ask for people!

Guan Rong sighed lightly and pointed at Wu Nan: "You hurt him like this, the anger that should be out has already come out, and the face that should be found has been found, why bother to continue to make things big and make trouble to the point where it can't end? Mashanbo Mansion is a famous family, and it has been established in Kyoto for nearly three hundred years. The old uncle has a good reputation, and Lord Wu has an excellent official reputation, if the two of them know about this matter, they will definitely be severely punished, antidote and people, they will definitely hand it over to you, you can wait patiently. ”

"Wait patiently, it's so light! Young Master Ben has everything, so he lacks patience!" Feng Zhiping sneered and pointed at Wu Nan, "Let's be straight, I can't trust him, I can't trust his family, why should I believe that the family that raised a son who can do such dirty things makes me believe it?" I must take this person away tonight!"

Guan Rong sighed regretfully: "Since this is the case, then I can only ask the prince to leave first." You don't have to stay outside, the old man will send him home himself. ”

Feng Zhiping had a cold face: "You are very powerful, but do you really think you can keep him?"

Guan Rong smiled proudly: "You can try, the old man believes that he can take the lead." ”

"Try it, just try it! No need to call anyone, Master Ben..."

"Zhiping!"

"Dude!"

"Don't!"

Several exclamations sounded at the same time, Zhao Wei Wang Shan rushed forward in shock and grabbed the person left and right, Sheng Taiyang was half frightened to death, for fear that Feng Zhiping would make a mistake, so he directly rushed over and hugged his waist from behind.

"It's not fair, forget it!" Lao Dong also advised, he knew that Feng Zhiping was powerful, but no matter how powerful he was, he would have spiritual sense at most, and the other party was a god, so he didn't have to fight at all.

Guan Rong remained motionless, smiled and persuaded: "You are angry, it is better to sit down and drink a cup of herbal tea to dissipate your anger, and when you calm down, you will definitely be able to understand the old man's hard work." Shizi, the old man is really good for you. ”

"There are many people who are good for me, not one of you!

Feng Zhiping's body shook, and the three of them suddenly flew away, but Lao Dong stopped him but was easily shaken, and only a trace of afterimage was caught with his five fingers.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Zhiping was short and bullied in front of Guan Rong, and his right hand that dragged back silently turned out a short blade, and when Guan Rong pushed his palm to block, he turned sideways and gave way, and his right hand swung up diagonally, wiping it towards Guan Rong's throat.

He shot extremely fast, and others only saw a phantom, seeing that the short blade was about to hit, the opponent's throat suddenly glowed with a metallic luster, and with a crisp bell, Feng Zhiping shook back with a sharp sound.

It's really a god!

And the blade is in the body, at least in the middle of the gods!

Feng Zhiping tried to find out the result, but he was not discouraged, he took a step back and turned back, and while his body returned to normal, he waved his hand and let out a breath.

The qi is condensed, shaped like a crescent moon, and the light is milky white like substance, and it suddenly splits two points in front of him, tilting left and right to Guan Rong. 16

The instantaneous change stunned everyone, and they were amazed in their hearts that this was the battle of the Innate Realm, and it was indeed far from being comparable to the previous battles of the Acquired Realm that looked lively.

The others were shocked, Guan Rong was not surprised, the scimitar flew out from his body and grabbed it and slashed twice, and his qi scattered into a little silver light, but his eyes were not relaxed, but shrunk slightly.

It's so heavy!

I have never seen such a condensed spiritual consciousness period sword, as if a real knife and a real gun have collided.

Raising his eyes to look at Feng Zhiping, but finding that the person had disappeared, Guan Rong was startled, and suddenly felt a chill in the back of his head, he did not block with his backhand in the normal way, but directly put the scimitar into his body, poked out from the back of his neck, and the half-cut blade body firmly blocked the cutting of the short blade.

Grass, Shenzang is really not human!

When he reached the Divine Treasure Period, the use of power and the form of battle would undergo earth-shaking changes, and he knew what the changes were like, but only by fighting in person could he truly feel how terrifying and disgusting this change was.

In just two encounters, most of the spiritual power of the short blade was consumed, and the luster was dim, which was the result of his great control.

Niu Chunhan's finger blade was not used like this, nor was it used by a special person like him, and if he wanted to force this old guy to rely on a short blade, Feng Zhiping turned his eyes and reflexively threw himself towards the gladiatorial arena.

Withdrawn?

Guan Rong was stunned for a moment, and then denied it.

If he wants to retreat, will he retreat in that direction, could it be that he wants to laugh and follow Wu Nan's example, grab a hostage and coerce him to comply?

Well, it is very likely that he is the son of Feng Moxiu, and he is also a lawless master like his father just now, and the others don't care, Canglang Sword is an important talent, but he can't die!

Guan Rong guessed the "truth" in an instant, his face turned cold, he stomped his foot lightly, and the person suddenly turned into a shadow and chased after him.

In the gladiatorial arena, Canglang Jian and the others were watching from the wall, they should have been very embarrassed, but the repeated changes made the people present forget them, they were happy and relaxed, and they also feasted their eyes on the way.

But now, the blessing is gone, and Feng Zhiping rushed over.

Several people suddenly panicked, they didn't know what Feng Zhiping was going to do, but they also knew that it was not good to look at their expressions.

"Scatter!"

Canglang Sword Gao shouted the order, and was the first to leave, and the others followed, but they found that Feng Zhiping abandoned others and went straight to Canglang Sword, and stopped in confusion after dodging a distance.

This face... Does the prince of Jianhou have a grudge against Liu Cheng?

Is there a feud with you!

Canglang Jian complained bitterly in his heart, and then calmed down.

Feng Zhiping is spiritual sense, he is also spiritual consciousness, Feng Zhiping has no blade, he has a beloved sword, what is there to fear?

Defeat Feng Zhiping, he can become famous, even if he is repulsed, he can be ruthless, you must know that it is the most beloved son of the Red Sword Marquis, such a stepping stone and such an opportunity are once in a lifetime!

As for revenge, whatever!

People are the skin of the face tree, the reputation of the warrior is greater than the sky, whether it is good or bad, the important thing is to be famous, enough fame to get enough attention, gain the respect of others, and easily get the cultivation you want!

So, the prince of the Sword Marquis?

"Come on!"

The Canglang sword was unsheathed, Liu Cheng grasped the sword that helped him become famous and named the flower name, held his breath, and rushed out with arrows.

Defending has never been his forte, what he is good at is attacking, replacing defense with offense, and crushing opponents with stormy offenses.

Yuan power was injected into the sword body, resonating with the spiritual origin, and the water spiritual power swayed with beautiful pale cyan ripples, spreading with the sword moves, like a real shower.

Countless pale cyan sword shadows intertwined into a water curtain, blocking between the two of them, looking flawless, if they didn't stop, they would definitely be poured into soup.

Feng Zhiping did not stop, his eyes stared at the "water curtain" for a moment, his pupils dilated and seemed hollow, but in fact, he included all the trajectories in his eyes, and constructed a clear and constantly changing map in his mind.

"Sword of Mountains and Rivers"!

The name is very majestic, in fact, it is a second-rate swordsmanship, widely spread on the rivers and lakes, and has been improved by different people in many versions, among which the most famous and the most powerful is the "Nine Flavors of Mountains and Rivers" created by a tangible master eight hundred years ago, which has reached the first-class level, but it is a pity that the moves are too cumbersome and too harsh, and the descendants will simplify it if they can't practice, resulting in the gradual loss of the original swordsmanship.

This person obviously hasn't seen "Nine Flavors of Mountains and Rivers", only practiced "Mountains and Rivers Sword", and imitated his predecessors to modify it according to his own conditions, it can't be said that he changed it badly, but he really gave up his roots, abandoned the heaviness of "mountain", blindly pursued the surging of "river", and changed a set of swordsmanship with both offense and defense to pure attack, and the power did increase a lot, but the flaws also increased several times.

His swordsmanship is okay to deal with other people, but he really doesn't have enough to see the kendo expert.

Feng Zhiping's pupils retracted, his speed did not decrease, his steps were wrong, his body shook strangely a few times as if he was about to fall, and then he threw himself into the "water curtain" without hesitation.

The stands exclaimed, only to find that no "water" had touched him.

Liu Cheng was close at hand, and his heart tightened when he saw this scene.

How can it be?!