The two of you look at me and I look at you, and neither of them speaks. I don't know what these two people are thinking at this time. The expressions of the two of them were also reversed, Zheng Yingjun, who had been giggling and unruly all the time, was looking at Zhang Peng seriously at this time, but Zhang Peng, who was usually not smiling, had a smile on his face.

"Why?" said Zheng Yingjun suddenly.

"Because I think you are a friend worthy of my deep friendship, and at the same time, I also have the feelings of exploring the rivers and lakes together. Zhang Peng said with a smile.

"Hehe, I think so too. But why?" Zheng Yingjun tilted his neck and looked at Zhang Pengdao.

"Just because I'm Zhang Peng!"

Zheng Yingjun suddenly grinned and said: "In the past two days with you, I found that you are a good person, and you have a good appetite for me in all aspects." But that's not enough. ”

Zhang Peng also smiled and said faintly: "I think you misunderstood what I meant." I'm not talking about my charisma. ”

"Oh?" Zheng Yingjun looked at Zhang Peng with interest.

"What I'm talking about is my ability!" Zhang Peng, who was originally smiling, suddenly became serious at this moment, staring straight at Zheng Yingjun.

When Zheng Yingjun heard this, he laughed twice, and said with a provocative tone: "What did you say?

"Hehe, didn't you say that you have never met an opponent?" Zhang Peng took a step forward.

Zheng Yingjun just smiled and looked at Zhang Peng without speaking.

Zhang Peng took another step forward and said, "It's not easy to be beaten? In the past, others couldn't meet your request, but now you have met me." By the way, let you know, why am I!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Peng suddenly rushed towards Zheng Yingjun on the bed, and at the same time, his right hand shook, and the Ghost Yuan Sword in his sleeve instantly appeared in his hand. Zheng Yingjun's eyes froze, and his expression suddenly became serious. His right hand reached his waist and drew his knife.

"Bang"

A sword and a sword collided together at once, and it touched the score. Zheng Yingjun looked at Zhang Peng with a sword on the opposite side in some surprise, Zheng Yingjun knew that Zhang Peng was a master, but what he didn't expect was that Zhang Peng's speed was so terrifying.

And Zhang Peng, who was standing with a sword, looked at Zheng Yingjun with a slight smile, as if everything was in his expectations. But at this time, Zhang Peng's heart was not calm at all. In the collision just now, he deeply felt Zheng Yingjun's power, this power was even a little stronger than Liu Yuan, who practiced foreign kung fu in the Liu Mansion.

"You're fast. Zhang Peng said lightly with a smile.

Zheng Yingjun slowly walked out of bed, licked his lips and said, "You're not bad." Over the years, you are the second person who has been able to take me without defeat. ”

"Oh, yes, who is the first one?" Zhang Peng asked curiously, but it was Zheng Yingjun's fat body that pounced on him.

"You're really underwhelmed. Zhang Peng muttered, the internal force was blessed on the sword body, and he waved it lightly forward, and a silver light suddenly flashed. At the moment when the silver light appeared, Zheng Yingjun felt that his body was locked by a cold and piercing sword qi, and shouted in his mouth: "It's good to come!" The golden knife in his hand suddenly burst out, only to see a flash of golden light, and the sword qi emitted by Zhang Peng suddenly dissipated in the room.

Seeing this, Zhang Peng moved under his feet, instantly cast a rain and fell without a shadow, holding a long sword and stabbing at Zheng Yingjun, Zheng Yingjun turned the knife body horizontally in front of his chest, the tip of the Guiyuan Sword was just stabbed on the blade, a crisp sound sounded, Zhang Peng's wrist was raised, and the Guiyuan Sword slowly slashed along the blade of the golden knife, stirring up a string of sparks.

Zheng Yingjun hurriedly slapped the blade of the knife with his left hand, and the powerful internal force shook the Guiyuan Sword through the golden knife, and waved his right hand, and the golden knife in his hand slashed towards Zhang Peng's front. Zheng Yingjun's shot was as fast as lightning, and at this time, the golden knife had already reached Zhang Peng's chest. Zhang Peng hurriedly kicked the ground with both feet, his body suddenly tilted, and he burst back and retreated. Rao is Zhang Peng's reaction was so fast, but he was still cut a big hole in the black robe on his chest by the sword qi emitted by the golden knife, and even on his chest, a red mark was imprinted.

Zhang Peng looked down at his chest, raised his head and said with a smile: "Next, it's my turn! Sword Rain Sky First Style!" After all, this is not a life-and-death struggle, so Zhang Peng does not need to use the strongest attack in the Sword Rain Sky, and this first form is just right. The ghost sword in his hand was instantly straightened, and a faint white mist-like gas visible to the naked eye covered the entire sword body, Zhang Peng looked at Zheng Yingjun and smiled slightly, his left foot stopped after stepping back half an inch, and then with a borrowed force, he swept towards Zheng Yingjun at great speed.

In the face of such a fierce attack, Zheng Yingjun was suddenly shocked, and while hurriedly retreating, he kept waving the golden knife in his hand. Suddenly, golden sword qi continued to appear in front of Zheng Yingjun, forming a golden barrier, this barrier gave people the feeling that it was not simple, as if anything that came into contact with it would be shattered.

However, the Ghost Yuan Sword is not an ordinary weapon, how can it be blocked by this mere barrier.

"Bang Bang Bang" The ghost abyss sword and the golden knife kept colliding, but this time it was not a touch, but a continuous collision, the power of the sword qi phantom transformed by the ghost abyss sword was stronger than the other, and the speed of Zheng Yingjun, who was holding the golden knife, wielded the golden knife slowly slowed down. Under the huge power of the Ghost Yuan Sword, the difficulty of Zheng Yingjun's resistance also increased.

Under the slowing down of Zheng Yingjun's movements, Zhang Peng finally found an opportunity, and the Ghost Yuan Sword in his hand instantly stabbed out, and found a gap in the golden sword qi and passed through. The body of the Ghost Yuan Sword was straight against the blade of the golden sword, slowly slashing, and the friction between the two suddenly produced a piercing sound, accompanied by the splash of sparks, in Zheng Yingjun's eyes full of differences and huge eyes, the Ghost Yuan Sword stood straight at a distance of one inch from the center of his eyebrows.

At this time, Zheng Yingjun was already sweating profusely, for fear that Zhang Peng would not be able to control the trajectory of the Ghost Yuan Sword in time. After a long time, Zheng Yingjun exhaled heavily, and suddenly relaxed. But at this moment, Zhang Peng's hand holding the ghost yuan fell down slightly, and the ghost yuan sword that stayed in the center of the eyebrows moved to Zheng Yingjun's chest in an instant, only to hear a few sounds of "tearing", Zheng Yingjun's shirt instantly turned into a strip of cloth.

"Oh" the ghost abyss into the sheath, Zhang Peng looked at Zheng Yingjun in ragged clothes in front of him with a smile. Zheng Yingjun looked at the big belly of Bai Huahua that he was exposed outside, and looked a little stunned, followed by anger.

"You pay for my clothes, you bastard. Zheng Yingjun scolded.

Zhang Peng smiled, then pointed to his chest, and said leisurely: "This is called treating others in the way of others, who asked you to break my clothes first." ”

"You're trying to get revenge! I just slashed your clothes, look at my clothes! You cut them into strips of cloth! It's too much!" Zheng Yingjun snorted angrily.

"You give me a sword, and I return a few swords, it's fair. Zhang Peng still said with a smile.

"You... Seeing that you are so big, I didn't expect you to be a cautious person. Hold a grudge! Quite a grudge!" Zheng Yingjun pulled the torn blouse and said dissatisfiedly.

Zhang Peng shook his head, retracted the ghost yuan in his hand, and then looked at Zheng Yingjun and said, "How is it?"

"Hmph!" Zheng Yingjun snorted coldly, and then said: "It doesn't count just now, just now I underestimated the enemy and was careless, otherwise you wouldn't have won so easily!"

Regarding Zheng Yingjun's words, Zhang Peng didn't dare to deny that if Zheng Yingjun really took himself seriously just now, even if he wanted to win, I am afraid he would have to pay a lot of price. But in the rivers and lakes, if it is a battle of life and death, the enemy will not give you a chance to prepare again because of your light enemy.

Zheng Yingjun saw that Zhang Peng didn't speak, pursed his lips, and had no choice but to say: "Let me go with you, it's not impossible, I have one condition! Also, my clothes are real silk, don't fool me with random sword clothes!

When Zhang Peng heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay! I'll accompany you one thing!"

"That's not right. Zheng Yingjun muttered. In fact, when Zhang Pengjian pointed at his eyebrows just now, Zheng Yingjun already had an idea in his heart. In his heart, Zhang Peng couldn't help but have strong martial arts at a young age, he was still very smart, and his holy temperament was completely inconsistent with his age, just these points were enough to show that Zhang Peng was not simple, and the future was infinitely better. Besides, Zheng Yingjun was alone in the rivers and lakes, and he was very close to him, in this case, it was better to follow Zhang Peng to the rivers and lakes freely.

Zheng Yingjun looked at Zhang Peng with a smile in front of him in a daze, for some reason, he had a faint feeling in his heart that when Zhang Peng really stepped into the rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes would definitely make waves again because of his existence.

Zhang Peng nodded with satisfaction, slowly came to Zheng Yingjun's side, stretched out his palm, and said, "Then we will make up our minds!"

Zheng Yingjun looked at Zhang Peng's outstretched palm, and then at his hands holding the strips of rags on his chest, pursed his lips, and slapped Zhang Peng's palm together angrily.

As everyone knows, it is a farce in this inn today that has gathered an absolute main force for Zhang Peng's future revitalization of the underworld. Zheng Yingjun, the golden swordsman, will clear many obstacles for Zhang Peng on the road to revive the underworld in the future, and he has become a person who makes people in the rivers and lakes fearful. Jianghu people say, the fat venerable of the underworld!