With a "bang", Zhou Ziheng's palm slapped viciously on the wooden table, and his eyes stared at Guo Xiaojiu's face with some playfulness: "Zhou Ziheng, the prince of Luoyang, the future king of Luoyang is me!Who are you?"

"Guo Xiaojiu, the old man of Guanjian Tower, I have to shout Uncle Ancestor. Guo Xiaojiu's eyes narrowed, his eyes were a little sharp, and he quickly swept over the face that he didn't like.

This guy turned out to be the guy who chased after his little aunt every day? No wonder when he was a child, his little aunt often complained that he was such a poor beater.

"Huh!" Zhou Ziheng was a little surprised, he never expected it, his expression was already full of smiles in an instant: "It turned out to be the little nephew that Hongluan often says, but after all, he is a junior, so it's not good to talk to me like this?"

The two personal guards were already relieved, knowing that this young man with a sword belonged to their Luoyang City family, and they couldn't help but laugh when they heard the words of His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Hehe!" Guo Xiaojiu reached out and touched the scabbard, and also slapped his palm on the table, which was much stronger than Zhou Ziheng before.

As soon as the palm fell, the table staggered from side to side a few times, and then sank with the force, shattering into a pile of waste wood.

"What kind of elder are you, don't think that if you can be my little aunt's follower, you can show off your might in front of me. ”

Guo Xiaojiu retreated and kicked away the wooden stool under his buttocks, the more he really looked at this Luoyang prince, the more he felt that how could the little aunt tolerate such a frivolous child.

"Heh!" Zhou Ziheng snorted a little embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to stop the two personal guards from stepping forward: "As a junior, I am not respectful to the elders at all, and today I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the yellow-haired boy in Luoyang City." ”

"Click!" Guo Xiaojiu drew the knife directly, neatly.

"You don't have that qualification, but I want to teach you a lesson, draw your sword!"

His Royal Highness, the dignified prince, must not be bluffed, took two steps back, opened the battle, and also drew his long sword.

These two people seemed to be tense, but they didn't do it immediately, after all, the sword has no eyes, and they can't hurt each other.

The eyes of the two people collided together, like two male lions in heat looking at each other, and the steps under their feet were also changing left and right.

Finally, Zhou Ziheng shook his head: "I look at it like this, let's stop at the point and fight empty-handed." ”

With that, he withdrew his sword and plunged his hand into the ground beneath his feet, plunging the scabbard deep into the ground.

Guo Xiaojiu withdrew the knife, untied the restraints with one hand, and clenched his fist against his lower abdomen with the other.

Immediately, he also thrust hard, and he had already stepped forward and stabbed at Zhou Ziheng.

These two should be about the same age, and they are both the most irritable age. A person doesn't like each other very much, and when he sees that it's the same fart that his little aunt often talks about, of course he didn't keep his hand anymore. The other is much more aggrieved in his heart, usually he is looking for other people's bad luck, but today is good,......

Without waiting to think about it, the big fist that was originally attached to Guo Xiaojiu's abdomen had already smashed towards Zhou Ziheng's chest.

The surrounding guards really didn't intervene, but they all stared at the field with strange faces, and a few guys who didn't understand the Tao whispered to their companions.

"Hey!" Zhou Ziheng couldn't dodge, and took a solid punch, immediately blushing, and retreated four or five steps away.

After a punch, Guo Xiaojiu didn't pursue, patted his sleeve gently, and squinted his eyes again to look at the prince in front of him: "It is worthy of being the son of Luoyang City, and he can't even eat a punch from me." ”

As soon as he said it, Guo Xiaojiu breathed a long sigh of relief, and he really felt a lot better, and there was a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You sneak attack me!" Zhou Ziheng quibbled a little unconvinced.

In front of so many divine guards, where did His Royal Highness Tang Tang's Prince put his face on? As soon as his brain was hot, he didn't want to think so much, so he raised his fists and rushed over.

Just when there was a commotion in the field, no one noticed that the carriage that jumped out of the two pretty girls before, the curtain was slowly opened, and a shadow slowly poked out.

Another woman, this woman's face was covered by a purple veil, she was wearing a pale cyan Taoist shirt, and she was carrying a sword of an ordinary disciple of the Dao Sect behind her.

This woman is tall, she should be not much different from Guo Xiaojiu and Zhou Ziheng, and compared with ordinary women in Datang, she is more than a head taller.

The woman's eyes are beautiful, and their eyeballs are like stars in the night, which can make people sink.

It's a pity that this is noon, and no matter how beautiful the eyes are, they can only hold the bright sun.

The woman's eyes looked in the direction of the tea stall, and the corners of her mouth under the light veil seemed to be slightly upturned.

Zhou Ziheng confidently fell into the air with a punch, but Guo Xiaojiu's hands clamped his wrists, and he kicked on the side of his feet, tripping Zhou Ziheng to the ground.

Those divine guards naturally didn't dare to laugh, and the two personal divine guards hurriedly stepped forward and ran quickly to Zhou Ziheng's side, wanting to help him up.

"I'll do it myself!" Zhou Ziheng propped up his body with both hands, his fists clenched tightly, and he felt that he was a little self-inflicted.

The two personal guards didn't dare to disobey his orders, so they could only stand awkwardly on the side.

Suddenly, Guo Xiaojiu turned his head and looked in the direction of the carriage: "You finally came out!"

As he spoke, he walked over to his saber, reached out and drew it, and tied it back to his waist.

Hearing Guo Xiaojiu's words, those divine guards noticed that there was already an additional female disciple of the Dao Sect around.

Zhou Ziheng stood up, his brows furrowed slightly, sure enough, the real master will appear when you are slack and will not appear the most.

The guards were already on guard, and about a dozen guards formed a semicircle and approached the carriage.

In the face of the disciples of the Daomen, they did not dare to underestimate them.

The woman raised her hand slightly, and saw the sword behind her unsheath of its own, dancing with her fingers, and the long sword, no, it should be a flying sword, danced in the air at will.

"Flying sword?" Zhou Ziheng exhaled in some surprise, the characters of the Daomen were really unusual, but they still couldn't be frightened: "The posture is quite big, and it covers his face, how ugly he is afraid of being seen by others." ”

"I think the face under the light veil may be beautiful, how about a bet?" Guo Xiaojiu interjected at an inopportune time.

The flying sword didn't wait for them to continue to taunt, it had already swirled and stabbed at Zhou Ziheng's face with the wind.

Before the guards who approached the car could react, the flying sword had already swept over their heads, leaving a piercing buzzing sound.

Zhou Ziheng didn't dare to slack off, and quickly turned around and drew his long sword.

The cultivation of the two personal guards should not be low, and they blocked the sharp first sword for him, but they were both shocked back more than ten steps, and blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths.

The second sword followed, and the target was still Zhou Ziheng.

"Stand in the way, I'll lift her fig leaf!" Guo Xiaojiu said, already rushing in the direction of the carriage, and the speed was comparable to that of the flying sword.

But this kung fu is still enough for the female disciple of the Daomen to take out the sword twice, once to shock Zhou Ziheng, once to make his shoulders red, if it weren't for the two personal guards leaning on Zhou Ziheng's side and pulling his shoulders in time, this sword would have pierced into his heart firmly.

This legendary Daomen flying sword, the divine guards naturally can't intervene. But not every disciple of the Dao Sect can use such an excellent sword technique, not to mention that female disciple should be at a prime age.

Guo Xiaojiu quickly drew his knife, clenched his hands full, and waved it hard, and a strong wind slashed straight towards the female disciple of that sect.

The female disciple frowned slightly, shook her body, unloaded the strong wind, and slowly moved her footsteps, just avoiding the blade.

It's just that the purple tulle that covered the face was just rubbed to the corners by the strong wind, revealing the extremely beautiful face of the female disciple.

"It's so beautiful!" Guo Xiaojiu muttered in his heart, and it was no exaggeration to say that this little face was much more beautiful than the sea he had seen, and it was the kind of indifferent and desolate beauty.

The strong wind fell, the light yarn fell, and the woman's eyes already showed a little murderous intent, and the flying sword that had planned to stab Zhou Ziheng again swept back.

"How is it? Is it ugly to the extreme?" Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand to hold the bleeding wound, but his eyes were fixed on Guo Xiaojiu's direction.

"If I could, I think I would marry her as a lady, do you say she is beautiful or ugly?" Guo Xiaojiu glanced back, his eyes were full of heat.

"Cut, I see that you kid is a country man, I haven't seen anything in the world, beauty, I have grabbed a lot of Luoyang City, and when it comes to the person who can let me marry him willingly, there is really only Hongluan. ”

Zhou Ziheng raised his head a little proudly, thinking of the sword woman in the city, the wound didn't feel painful.

"I'm going to open it for you, and I'm going to take a closer look!"

Guo Xiaojiu's knife flung backwards diagonally, just as it collided with the incoming flying sword, and the force of the sword made his body lean forward quickly.

"Not good!" The female disciple of the Dao Sect secretly said in her heart that she wanted to retreat, but the speed was obviously not as fast as Guo Xiaojiu's approach, and the flying sword was too late to support, and her eyes showed a little panic.

"Bah!" Guo Xiaojiu stretched out his hand and quickly probed, and directly tore off the light yarn, and then the pace under his feet was also slow.

This time, he saw the female disciple's face more clearly, and his little heart suddenly "thumped" and beat faster. All the way from Henan Road, this is really the first woman who makes his heart beat faster just by her appearance.

"Oops!" Guo Xiaojiu lost his mind, the flying sword swept quickly, and the woman stepped on the ground with a hard kick, and her body turned over and stepped on the flying sword.

The cold gaze stared at Guo Xiaojiu's body, and those two extremely beautiful eyes seemed to shoot Guo Xiaojiu directly.

"Ning,...... Ning Buer?" "Those divine guards may not know who the female disciple of that sect is, but who is Zhou Ziheng, he has already seen the portrait that came to Qingcheng Mountain a few days ago.

Ning Bu'er on the flying sword had already controlled the flying sword seven or eight meters above the ground, and she also looked down at the same time.

"Daomen Grand Master Ning Buer, please give me advice!" Ning Buer nodded lightly at Guo Xiaojiu, stretched out his hand, and a sharp light shot straight at Guo Xiaojiu's door!