Zhao Qingrou's little face was full of tears, green silk was like rain, her hair was lowered, and she was at a loss. She kept sweeping back and forth over the young man's little face like gold paper, and wanted to speak.

The young man's face was pale and haggard, and drips of wine flowed down his swaggering green silk, wetting his messy robe that was already wet with wine. But the young man still didn't turn around, but looked at the man standing in the distance with a cold smile on his face.

Wang Zhiran retreated, his arms stretched sharply, covering the young man squatting behind him.

"Stand back, little one!" the old man snapped, looking anxious and uneasy.

Fei Jun's face was dull, and his heart was as broken as a mirror. He just stared blankly at the scene in the distance that seemed to never appear, and the six gods were already ownerless, and every inch was lost.

"Mr. Wang, the madman is fierce and difficult to be polite. The state of affairs is so difficult to turn around, and it is difficult to change. As a county magistrate, I can't escape responsibility for what is in front of me. In this way, because Fei Mou has no merit in his governance, how can Mr. give his life in vain because of this. It is better for the gentleman to protect these children and walk back quickly. The man hissed and shouted, flustered.

Without waiting for the old man to reply, he turned around, grabbed the old man's standing body and pulled him back.

Wang Zhiran staggered back, kicking up countless dust.

"At such a juncture, I don't think about advancing or retreating, but I am still doing such a loyal and filial son, which is really admirable to Lao Tzu!" Zhu Changfeng sneered, and the corners of his mouth hooked a small arc.

The man is charging up and finally coming out with a knife!

The autumn breeze rises quickly, and the fallen leaves bear the cold. Zhu Changfeng's already amazing strength was vividly exerted at this moment. His long knife slashed obliquely, trembling like lightning, as fast as a cloud. Wang Zhiran and Fei Jun, who were not allowed to procrastinate, took the slightest step back, and Zhu Changfeng's powerful knife finally cut down and roared.

The sword light is like the sea, wanton and the ocean. There is nothing else left between the big opening and closing, only the cold knife in the man's hand covers the sky and the sun, surging like rain. not only swaggered Fei Junqingsi, who was standing in front of him, but also made the drunken scholar uncertain, and he could grope forward.

At this moment, the young man, who had always seemed cowardly, stepped out and stepped forward.

His thin body stood against the wind, stepping straight forward, unhurried.

"Li Zhiyu" Zhao Qingrou raised her little face and looked confused.

The boy took one step, followed by the second, and walked towards the knife-wielding man again. Although the thin body is not very majestic, in this situation, it is also very different from ordinary people.

"I, Li Zhiyu, have to face the difficulties this time and stride forward. The young man whispered to himself, and there was a purple qi gushing out of his body, reflecting the mountains and the sea.

The young man's face was purple, like a god.

"This is?" The old man, who had read poetry books all his life, looked puzzled, and couldn't hold his finger for a while when he looked at the sudden disappearance in front of him. His mind turned a thousand times, and he thought back in an instant, thinking back to the past and today, but he still couldn't say it. Except for the magical spirits that are occasionally mentioned in the scrolls, the only thing left is the sentence "Zi Bu is strange and confused"

Fei Jun stood quietly in a deep voice, alone in front of him, with the posture of standing bravely at the head of the tide. Before he resolutely took Zhu Changfeng's heavy and swift knife, the corner of the man's eyes had already caught a glimpse of the mighty purple qi rising up beside him at some point, and he had doubts in his heart.

"Why is that?" the man muttered to himself, puzzled.

The young man's hands were clenched into fists, and his delicate little face was a little more decisive and ruthless than before.

"This is the kind of good cultivation that my generation wants. He muttered under his breath, staring back. The purple gas on the young man who was only watching gushed out, and a trace of warmth entered his body. He pinched his hands and feet lightly, and suddenly a divine light appeared in his mind, and he instantly remembered the collection of tantric volumes hidden in the secret room of the government and the articles of the sages that he had read countless times.

"I, Li Zhiyu, can also cultivate Haoran" The young man did not retreat, and also took advantage of the situation with a fierce punch.

The blade has passed, but the afterglow does not fall. Although the young man came out with a strange posture that Zhu Changfeng, who had traveled south and north for countless years, he had never seen it, but after all, the slender blade that the man insisted on still crossed his thin white arm.

There was a loud bang, and the boy retreated straight away, like a kite with a broken string. When he was two feet away from Zhu Changfeng, the young man finally seemed to be unable to resist Zhu Changfeng's fierce strength, his steps were confused, and he fell down.

"Lao Tzu makes you uneven" Zhu Changfeng shouted loudly, moving to bully himself, and he was about to approach.

The young man stepped back in a deep voice, and the already dirty white robe had a few more traces.

His eyes were unwilling, and he put his hands on the ground, and he was about to get up. However, at this time, the breath was disordered, and he couldn't retract the momentum, so he couldn't get up.

Zhu Changfeng's footsteps are continuous, and every step is like a lotus. Although the victory is already in hand, the man is still methodical and does not dare to take it lightly. He had a cruel smile on his mouth, and his eyes were cold and resentful, and he almost wanted to eat people.

"Self-made strong, in the end is not also an ethereal cloud, fleeting. Zhu Changfeng came quickly, swung his knife and slashed, he stared at the young man's face that was not very real, and he only felt happy and happy in his heart. But before the blade could cut across the face that made him feel resentful, a commotion was already sounding at the man's feet.

"It's, it's," the man was stunned. Only a few small sounds were heard, and the bright light of the road fell with the wind, slamming heavily at the man's feet, and fluttering countless broken flowers.

The man swallowed a silent expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Zhao Qingrou took advantage of this opportunity and walked forward quickly, not caring about asking when the usually timid teenager had become so brave, she bowed down and squatted down to help the young man's thin body.

"Come again" Li Zhiyu shouted softly, weighing his hands on the ground, and his thin body flicked up from the string, like an arrow off the string.

"You ......" Zhu Changfeng's eyes were deep, and his heart and body trembled.

The boy leaped up, as fast as a cloud. Watching the object in front of him fly away, he couldn't run a distance of a foot, he stepped heavily, he could stop, stretched forward and bent with one hand, dragged away with the other, and poured down with the hot current in his eyebrows and abdomen, and drew a small arc to Zhu Changfeng, who was speechless in shock.

"Clumsy"

The young man's throat whispered, and his hands were round, like a cage.

Although Zhu Changfeng was terrified, after all, he was also a person who had been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, looking at the young man's fierce and strong appearance, with the intuition of walking the rivers and lakes for many years, he naturally dropped the handle of the knife, and smashed down with his five fingers in the direction where the young man was, and the two finally took over.

The young man clasped his hands tightly and hugged the fists and feet that the man had smashed into his arms. Without waiting for the man to retreat and get rid of it with his amazing strength, the young man moved forward, his fingers bent inward, his hands on his shoulders, and he threw it back with the unfinished fist strength, and his chest was suddenly uneven.

Zhu Changfeng couldn't pull out, and originally wanted to use his weight advantage to entangle the young man with his backhand, but between his two hands, not only did he fail to unload the young man's strength, but his body fell backwards uncontrollably, and he couldn't retract his strength.

With a plop, the man's not very tall body fell down.

"You"

"What kind of road are you," Zhu Changfeng was shocked and suspicious. Looking at the young man who was still with purple energy rolling and lingering on his face, he couldn't hold back for a while.

The young man was silent, his chest rising and falling like a drum.

Li Zhiyu was angry, and it was difficult to take his breath, so he didn't wait to take advantage of the situation to spare people, and took this opportunity to beat him once, but he was silent, and the strong purple qi on his face became dim by three points.

Hui Chenguang watched all the way without saying a word. He watched with his own eyes that the brave young man who was like a god descending from heaven unloaded Zhu Changfeng's sword and punch with great strength in one go, and his heart was already retreating, and he was frightened, how could he dare to step forward at this time.

"Morning light" Zhu Changfeng shouted, disrupting the man's thoughts.

Such an opportunity must not be missed!" the man hissed.

Hui Chenguang suddenly sobered up, but he was still angry when he heard what he said.

"Changfeng, why don't you fucking go on your own, if Lao Tzu rushes forward, then if this kid has room to spare, won't Lao Tzu have to suffer a big loss?" Hui Chenguang asked rhetorically, still standing still.

Zhu Changfeng's face showed resentment, and he was extremely unfair. He lowered his voice and said indignantly: "You kid is clearly a dead friend and not a poor man. It's just that this is a rare opportunity, and if he waits for his strength to be determined, the result will be even worse. The man was unwilling, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and move forward. His legs were straight, and one hand stretched out. Charge up again and stretch out his leg to sweep down the boy.

He has passed with one move, like a spring breeze blowing willows, and the shade is thick everywhere. It's just a fluttering leg swept down, and the power in his hand was left behind. Although there is no heavy and rapid opening and closing, it is a little more cunning and cunning.

"You kid beat me helpless with his strange way, but when you go, the way is like that. Let's see if my tricky finger can break your side magic. Zhu Changfeng sneered. Make your mind settled.

The boy also learned the man's posture to kick his legs and hold them high, and press down and stomp. Although he relied on his own background to get along with Zhu Changfeng, the immature teenager still had a lot less sophistication and maturity than such experienced old rivers and lakes.

When Zhu Changfeng showed his attitude and deceived each other, Hui Chenguang, who had been watching for a long time, also gritted his teeth, his legs were straight, and he was about to rush out. It's just that there is no good opportunity to move, so we can only watch the after-effects.

When the young man was flawless, Hui Chenguang finally swept down with a kick on the young man's back.

When the two are combined, there is no hindrance.

Hui Chen's bare legs were cold, and he deceived himself. The moves are wide open and close, and they are incomparable, which is completely different from Zhu Changfeng's tricky steps.

"Sir, this man seems to be much more upright, but if he kicks the little brother, the consequences will not be good. Fei Jun spoke in a deep voice, his face worried.

Zhao Qingrou listened to his words, and her originally proud little face suddenly became panicked again. She jumped up and down, and was about to shout to stop the boy, but the situation was already too late.

The old man changed his face with sorrow, as if he was pointing at the side and said, "Purple Qi comes from the east, how can you not be full of clothes?"

The young man couldn't change his body, although he knew that there was a strong enemy approaching behind him, but at that time, he had to choose the lesser of the two powers, but he still didn't change his moves, and he smashed down in the face of Zhu Changfeng.

His arm was bent, and he still used the style of attacking and defending freely in the scroll given by Wen Zhiliang, "Guard"

Overwhelming the city. Like a roll.

The two clashed for only a moment, and Hui Chenguang's heavy move was close to pressing.

"Li Zhiyu, be careful," the girl watching the battle shouted worriedly.

The old man was noncommittal, he stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Since the little brother knows how to be clumsy, how can he not know how to hold Pu"

Fei Jun's expression was frozen, like hearing the sound of the sky. He glanced at it and wondered in his heart when this Mr. Wang also became a martial arts master.

The old man squinted and looked closely, ignoring the confusion and surprise on Fei Jun's face. He stepped forward and learned from Zhu Changfeng to make a sword with his hands, stepping up and up, and behaving gracefully.

"Hug Pu" asked himself in a young voice, relying on the residual impression in his mind and the posture of the old man stepping up, he drew a gourd in general and defended with both hands without attacking, turning back and holding between square inches, but just right to avoid the unavoidable punch and kick under the tacit cooperation of the two.

"Damn!" Zhu Changfeng swept his arm across the corner of the young man's hanging clothes, standing on the boundary of a foot away from him. Hui Chenguang also touched the back of the young man's bow with one leg and stood behind the young man.