Chapter 43: Affection

Seeing this, Luo Chen frowned and said, "Do you really want to fight?"

Qi Wei jumped in the air, the nine-ring knife in his hand slashed sharply, and shouted angrily in mid-air: "Pick up!" Before anyone arrived, the wind brought up caused the little boy who was hiding behind Luo Chen, and he couldn't help but sneeze several times in a row.

This knife is so cold!

Luo Chen couldn't help but glance at the nine-ring knife more, and pushed the little boy to the man surnamed Yun, but he stepped out with a move, dodging Qi Wei's fierce knife, and shouted in his mouth: "Say good first, if you lose, you have to talk about it!"

Qi Wei didn't say anything, the nine-ring knife in his hand made it as impenetrable as a ball of silver light, but Luo Chen just dodged and didn't fight back at all.

After a few moves, Qi Wei became angry, glared at him, and shouted: "If you want to negotiate, you have to show some sincerity!" After speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, the knife technique in his hand changed, and his body shape suddenly became several times faster than before, not inferior to Luo Chen's previous speed.

The others only saw a phantom shadow with a cold light, rotating rapidly around Luo Chen on the field, the circle became smaller and smaller, and soon Luo Chen was directly covered inside. The people around were all engrossed in watching the fight in the field, except for the buzzing sound of the Nine Ring Sword from time to time, only Qi Wei's roar and Luo Chen's occasional strange scream.

This strange cry fell on other people's ears, but it made the little boy outside tremble. If something happens to this big brother Luo, there will be no one to protect her. When the time comes, that bearded man may really chop her up alive! Not to mention that there are so many people around him. She wanted to go up to help, but her martial arts skills were too low, and even if she rushed up, she would only add to the chaos.

It was not until this moment that this Li Tingxuan Li girl really understood what it meant to be self-inflicted! However, after rolling on the rivers and lakes for so many years, she is not the kind of person who will sit still and wait for death, and her eyes keep looking around.

Suddenly, her chaotic gaze lit up. Isn't there a master by his side? Although the way she glared at Hengmei before was really annoying, she was the best thug at the moment, as long as she could save Brother Luo, she didn't mind putting aside her personal grievances for the time being.

Thinking of this, she tugged at the sleeve of the man surnamed Yun, and when she saw that he looked puzzled, she quickly squeezed out a smile and said, "Brother Yun, go and save Brother Luo! That bearded man has a lot of strength!" She was worried about Qi Wei's fact that she would crack her tiger's mouth with one move, so she was worried that Luo Chen would suffer in this, and it could be regarded as reminding the man surnamed Yun by the way.

"Why should I save her?" who knew that the man surnamed Yun refused outright. Before turning around, he glanced at her obliquely, and saw that her face was full of anxiety, not as if she was fake, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a mocking smile: "Are you worried about him!

The little boy blushed and turned his head slightly. Fortunately, she was a lot shorter than the man surnamed Yun, and her hair was originally very neatly combed, which was a little scattered during the fight, and a lot of hair fell down, covering most of her face, so the man surnamed Yun didn't notice her abnormality, and continued to take care of himself: "Don't worry, your big brother Luo is not a simple character! As long as he doesn't hide it, no one present is his opponent." As for this beard, hmph, that is, he has a good knife, and with a little more strength, martial arts are really commonplace. As long as that kid doesn't confront him head-on, it will not be difficult to defeat him! I can see this, and I believe he can see it!" At this point, he sighed imperceptibly, not knowing whether it was for the beard in his mouth, or for himself, or for something else.

Ni Pengcheng was silent, obviously hearing the words of the man surnamed Yun, but he did not express any objections, but a trace of melancholy floated in his heart. With his eyes, he can naturally see now that Qi Wei is not Luo Chen's opponent at all. If it weren't for Luo Chen's constant defense and not attacking, and occasionally fighting a few times only to the point, Qi Wei would have been defeated a long time ago.

Before entering the rivers and lakes, he had always been reckless and prejudiced against these rivers and lakes. It is ridiculous to think that they are just a group of reckless and aggressive people, who can fight each other with swords and fight to the death for the sake of a so-called No. 1 title! In addition, he has caught many Jiangyang thieves before, and all of them claim to be invincible opponents all over the rivers and lakes, but as a result, they can only make ten moves under his hands, which further deepens his contempt for these people in the rivers and lakes.

The two young people he met today completely refreshed his cognition of the people in the rivers and lakes!

"Really?" The little boy was overjoyed when he heard this, and when he saw the man surnamed Yun glancing at him with some dissatisfaction, he quickly diverted the topic and said, "I don't know how long it will take for Brother Yun to defeat the beard?" This is an extremely clever question, not to say that he can't beat, not to say that he can beat, only to ask him how long it will take.

It's just puzzling where the faint pride in the little girl's words comes from.

Even Ni Pengcheng couldn't help but look at the man surnamed Yun when he heard the words of the little boy, and it seemed that he wanted to hear his answer. Unexpectedly, the man surnamed Yun looked at the silver light, but shook his head and said, "I can't beat it!"

At this time, the speed of the silver light had slowed down. Obviously, he was as strong as Qi Wei, and he couldn't withstand this kind of high-speed attack for too long.

The man surnamed Yun looked at the two looming figures in the silver light, and said faintly: "My internal strength is not as good as Brother Luo, and my light body kung fu is inferior to him, so I can't avoid this rapid attack of the bearded man at all." Even if you can dodge it, you won't be able to hold out for long. It's bound to be very passive, so there's no way to fight back!, unless ......"

The little boy who was also looking at the silver light in a daze, heard a long sigh, and couldn't help but look sideways, only to see the man surnamed Yun shaking his head again, his face was lonely, completely different from the radiant look when he first saw him, obviously he was hit.

She quickly withdrew her gaze and pretended to watch the battle seriously, but her heart was a little happy for no reason.

Although the man surnamed Yun was talking and his eyes were looking at the place where the fight was fighting, he was on guard all around. Seeing that those people were really just standing in place, although the weapons in their hands were not put down, it was obvious that they did not want to take advantage of the fire to rob.

This made him believe Luo Chen's words a little more in his heart.

But he didn't believe it when he said these people were the Iron Battalion. Because as far as he knew, the Iron Blood Battalion had always been the direct army of the Tang family, and it was also the main army of Great Qin Yu to defend Mobei. For so many years, he has been guarding the northern frontier, and rarely set foot in the rivers and lakes, let alone run to this remote place. Even he himself, if it weren't for the 'Fragment of the Ruins', wouldn't have ...... Wait!

The Tang family?

Miss Tang?

A flash of realization flashed in the heart of the man surnamed Yun, and he suddenly looked up in the other direction, where there was a figure with an extended neck lying on a stretcher, his eyes anxiously probing his head to this side, as if he was looking for something.