"No wonder the imperial court didn't kill Ping Huaining after arresting it, and it was really for Zhao'an!"

"I have long heard that the imperial court has set up a deterrent internal guard to protect those dog officials, but there has been no conflict with the martial arts, so I was waiting to give us a big dismount!"

"This Xiong Yitong and Han Bazhi have a great future, don't you want to do that imperial court eagle claw map?"

......

Guan Zhixian's eyes were fixed on the token, her expression frozen, she couldn't see her joy or anger, and she didn't say anything to answer Xiong Yitong.

Ruan Quan, who had lost the upper hand in the battle with the fat man just now, had already finished breathing at this time, and said angrily: "I don't care if you are a deterrent martial guard, do you really want to go against my Jiangnan Martial Dao?"

"Hahaha......"

Without waiting for Xiong Yitong to answer, Pei Wenjun on the side was looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, and the arrogant laughter once again stopped the loud discussion of everyone in the school field, and everyone seemed to have found the backbone at this moment, looking at this famous chief disciple of Jiangnan Dao's Disgusting Victory Hall.

After Pei Wenjun laughed wildly, he pointed at Xiong Yitong with one hand, obviously already angry, and the voice like Hong Zhong spread throughout the school again:

"Xiong Yitong, it seems that you really look down on me Jiangnan Martial Arts, knowing that the relationship between martial arts and the imperial court is tense now, as a leader of the younger generation, you don't contribute to supporting the righteous path of martial arts, and you dare to be in the company of martial arts scum like Ping Huaining, and do things for the imperial court eagle dog, since I am no one in Jiangnan Martial Dao, I want to see how much ability you have as a cold fairy!"

Pei Wenjun said, and the junior disciple behind him immediately handed out a ring knife with a wide and long blade and a handle shaped like a hideous lion's head.

"Tired of the knife!"

"It seems that Pei Daxia is the next master of the Tired Shengtang!"

Pei Wenjun ignored the voice behind him, grabbed the ring knife, and drank lightly, the majestic true qi leaked out instantly, his clothes bulged up, and the whole person was as burly and abnormal as King Kong descended into the world, and then said to Xiong Yitong: "Don't blame me Pei someone for not pitying the fragrance and cherishing the jade!"

Although Pei Wenjun is a little weaker than Ruan Quan, Xiong Yitong's skills are not as good as Han Bazhi, so he didn't dare to slack off at all, and Si Han went out of his body directly.

Xiong Yitong held Si Han vertically in her right hand, the air around her gradually became strangely cold, and the leaked true qi was close to her slender body, and small snowflakes were condensed around the periphery of the true qi, which dissipated as soon as they touched the ground.

"It's really worthy of the title of the fairy of the cold. Pei Wenjun looked at the scene in front of him and exclaimed.

"You talk too much nonsense!" As soon as the words fell, Xiong Yitong took the lead, and the cold wind wrapped her body and rushed towards Pei Wenjun, and the cold in her hand pierced her throat.

Pei Wenjun held the ring knife with both hands and swung it with great force, leaving aside the cold.

The snake letter that was set aside rushed to the chest again strangely, Pei Wenjun was windy at his feet, twisted his body at the last moment, avoided this tricky sword, and the ring knife counterattacked and slashed directly at Xiong Yitong's waist.

Xiong Yitong made a fruitless move, so he pulled away directly, and the ring knife counterattack was naturally in vain.

"Your swordsmanship is sparse, but your body is slippery. ”

Pei Wenjun sneered, his body movements did not stop, his feet smashed the floor, and he chased Xiong Yitong directly, and the two began to fight in close quarters again.

Pei Wenjun's martial arts method is arrogant, his internal strength is strong, his offensive is simple and direct, and every time he makes a move, he is as unstoppable as a bull.

This undoubtedly shows that Xiong Yitong's moves are gorgeous, and every time he changes his body shape, he is accompanied by snowflakes falling, and his light body is flying with his clothes. When the ring knife in Pei Wenjun's hand was about to be slashed again and again, Xiong Yitong easily avoided it like a colorful bird.

If it weren't for the complicated situation now, it is estimated that some people would applaud, and for a while, everyone in the field was attracted by the two of them.

Only Guan Zhixian noticed that there was a black robe suddenly in the field.

The black robe didn't pay much attention to the battle situation between the two, and after noticing Guan Zhixian's gaze, the two looked at each other, but there was no extra eye contact, and the black robe walked straight to Zuo Qiu Ning and the two under the eaves of the lobby.

However, Guan Zhixian, who recognized the black robe, was stunned, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say a thousand words, but after all, she didn't move a step, like a stone sculpture in place.

The black robe that suddenly came was Ping Huaining, and the fat man under the eaves was concentrating on healing Zuo Chuning's injuries, and his clothes were already soaked with hot sweat at this time, and he didn't realize it until Ping Huaining approached.

Ping Huaining raised his hand to signal that the fat man didn't have to explain, and leaned over and put one hand on Zuo Chuning's back to check the injury.

Zuo Chuning stared at Ping Huaining's delicate and calm face, remembering Manxianglou's instructions and his self-defeating, he felt even more guilty in his heart, and spit out three words with difficulty: "I'm sorry." ”

When it comes to the last word, it is inaudible.

Ping Huaining sensed that the injuries in Zuoqiu's body had been forcibly suppressed by the fat man with his strong true qi, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "It's okay, I didn't worry about doing things before." ”

After a while, Pei Wenjun and Xiong Yitong had already covered half of the school field, Pei Wenjun had already made more than ten moves, and no one hit it, and the table banquet in the school field was overturned a lot.

Xiong Yitong only made a few moves, although the tricks were tricky, but there were no winning results, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

Finally, after Pei Wenjun was about to face the cold snake letter again, he did not choose to dodge this time, but shouted angrily, his body stood forward, and he was ready to take the cold snake letter with his chest.

The movements in his hands were also non-stop, and the true qi of his whole body quickly flowed towards the ring knife in his hand, slashing towards Xiong Yitong.

He was ready to fight the consequences of his chest being pierced by the snake letter, and defeat the superb opponent in front of him with one move!

Because Pei Wenjun firmly believes that Sihan is a women's weapon after all, although the snake letter is sharp but slender and narrow, even if the chest is pierced, as long as it does not hurt the vital point, for the burly man, it is not fatal at all, but as long as he hits with a knife, Xiong Yitong will inevitably be seriously injured if he does not die, and he can be divided into defeat!

However, Xiong Yitong made a move to compete with Pei Wenjun, from the beginning it was to delay time, and he never thought about fighting to the death.

Although Pei Wenjun saw that Xiong Yitong had avoided the killing move, he had to send it at this time.

The full force containing the strong true qi had to be slashed on the bluestone floor, and the sharp knife wind directly smashed everything in the straight line, leaving a ravine of more than ten zhang on the school field.

Xiong Yitong looked at the power of the knife in front of him, sneered in his heart, and was about to laugh at Pei Wenjun for two sentences, when he saw the extra black robe next to the fat man and the two out of the corner of his eye, he was very surprised, and immediately withdrew from the battlefield and fell beside the three people in front of the lobby.

While everyone watching the battle was puzzled, they also noticed that there was suddenly one more person next to Han Bazhi and the others.

Xiong Yitong didn't hesitate, leaned on Ping Huaining's ear and whispered, "Xing Yiqing was killed by this kid." ”

Although the voice was not loud, the fat man who had just stabilized the internal strength in his heart for Zuo Chuning was beside him, and naturally he heard what Xiong Yitong said. After glancing at Ping Huaining, both of them looked at Zuo Chuning, whose situation was improving, and then chuckled in unison.

Zuo Chuning stared at the two of them puzzled, and the fat man explained to him softly: "I thought you were some kind of unseeded mischief, but I didn't expect that you still have some backbone." ”

Zuoqiu didn't feel any praise or praise when he heard this, and lowered his head to himself.

The fat man slapped Zuoqiu on the shoulder, and said again: "Don't think so much, then Xing Yiqing is not a good product." "Remembering that the situation is getting more and more complicated now, I hurriedly crossed my legs to breathe the true qi in my body, so as to retain the strength of a battle when the situation is critical.

Xiong Yitong and Ping Huaining looked at the martial arts people in the school together.

Pei Wenjun didn't make a contribution to the killing move, it was because he was annoyed that Xiong Yitong was cowardly halfway, and stood in front of everyone in Jiangnan Martial Arts with a ring knife, and after looking at Ping Huaining up and down with leopard eyes, he asked angrily: "Who are you?"

Most of the people at the scene had already guessed the identity of the black robe, and at this moment, they were all afraid of the fierce reputation of the demon seed, and no one dared to speak as recklessly as Pei Wenjun.

Guan Zhixian and Ruan Quan in the front row both had stagnant expressions at this time, each with their own thoughts.

Ping Huaining did not respond to the angry Pei Wenjun, but said to Guan Zhixian: "I want to take Zuo Chuning away." ”

His face was peaceful, and his tone was flat, as if he was chatting with someone about his parents.

Guan Zhixian's lips opened slightly, her eyes were complicated, and she was just about to speak, but Pei Wenjun, who was ignored on the side, couldn't hold back his anger anymore, and roared out:

"Vertical arrogance!"

As soon as the words fell, the true qi leaking from the burly body raised his clothes again, his feet smashed the floor, jumped up several feet in the air, and slashed straight at Ping Huaining with the momentum of a hungry tiger pounced on the sheep, the power of this knife was even more terrifying than the fight just now!

Guan Zhixian knew that something was wrong, and shouted in horror: "Brother Huaining's subordinates are merciful!"

Ping Huaining's brows furrowed slightly, and in the blink of an eye, his figure moved forward by half a zhang, holding Kuyue's left hand, and the blue-black true qi gathered towards his right hand, and suddenly shot out his palm to the top of his head, just hitting Pei Wenjun's chest where the cleaver fell.

The two abruptly colliding true qi only stirred up a breeze, but Pei Wenjun's menacing knife was instantly dissolved. He fell to the ground in embarrassment after receiving a palm, and his burly body staggered back one after another, and the ring knife in his hand slammed into the ground to stabilize the decline.

With just one palm, you can win or lose!

The faces of the Jiangnan martial arts people watching the battle were different.

After Ping Huaining took his palm, he put his hands behind his back, stared at Pei Wenjun and said indifferently: "The internal strength of the Disgusting Shengtang is all about starting from the ground, no matter how strong the internal force is, it is not like you, what are you doing when you jump so high?"

After Pei Wenjun was slapped with a palm, the true qi in his body was disordered, because he was frustrated one after another, and at this moment, he was angry and angry, and he didn't rush to breathe, and the disordered true qi continued to impact the dantian, and he thought that Ping Huaining was sarcastic, and then he couldn't stand the stimulation, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his eyes rolled white, and his burly figure leaned back, slammed into the ground, and fainted.

"Senior brother!" The disciples in the hall exclaimed, and immediately gathered in a circle to heal Pei Wenjun's injuries, and the outer disciples even drew their weapons and pointed at Ping Huaining, in case he took advantage of the danger.