When he saw Hua Mantian for the first time, Yan Xu knew that this was a good person and would be a very good friend, even if he was draped in long black hair that was smooth to his calves, wearing a superb red robe sewn by the best tailor with gold wire, and holding a fan in his hand that was only used by women.

Although this is not used to describe men, please forgive Yan Xu for not finding other adjectives, because this is a guy who is so beautiful that he is beyond his gender, but you don't think it's a, but there is a feeling that this person is not pretentious, very kind, and I want to make friends with him.

In fact, Yan Xu guessed well, the most talked-about thing about Hua Mantian, who ranked second among the four princes in the world, was not only that he could get the best and free hospitality in any Qinglou, but that his friends were all over the world, from princes and nobles, down to merchants and pawns, spending all day making friends only looking at people, not looking at identity, fighting righteousness and squandering money, but never giving money with charity, and being recognized as the best friend in the world.

Hua Mantian, who is full of peculiar personal charm, even Yan Xu can't resist it, and it didn't take long to eliminate the strangeness, and he no longer felt troublesome, but soon became a good friend, which shows that none of the four princes in the world is simple.

Yan Xu rarely met an eye-catching friend, and took out a lot of his own works for the other party to enjoy, after all, Hua Mantian is recognized by Jingguo as the holy hand of Danqing, especially the proud beauty of the hundred flowers, which is a masterpiece that even the emperor personally asked.

Although Yan Xu is no stranger to qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, except for the plagiarism that circulates out to make a name for himself, he doesn't know what his true level is.

Just as Yan Xu took out his treasured calligraphy and paintings and flowers in the study to admire, the sound of fighting suddenly came from the front yard, judging from the movement of the eighteen bronze people, it was obvious that they had encountered a strong enemy, which aroused Yan Xu's interest, and he was also afraid that the eighteen bronze people would suffer, so he went to see after confessing.

"Could it be that guy coming? Hua Mantian rolled up the long hair in his ears and whispered, and at the same time wondered who could keep him out, if it was really the guy he thought, there were not many people who could block him, so he also followed Yan Xu to the front yard, after all, this is a very interesting thing, and he likes interesting things.

The area of the front yard is not small, enough to accommodate a banquet of hundreds of people, so although the eighteen bronze men had a hard fight with a cold-faced boy with a long sword, they did not delay the farmers to watch the excitement on the side and cheer by the way, and did not take their own lives to heart.

Yan Xu was also helpless, his father became the land of Taozhuang, and the dead farmer was naturally led over, and by the way, he told his descendants that his life was very good.

Since then, the farmers have not taken life and death to heart, anyway, they are alive to serve the little master, and when they die, they will serve the master, they are born to be the people of Taozhuang, and they are the ghosts of Taozhuang when they die, and they are afraid of a bird.

Therefore, when the black-clothed killer of the Black Demon Sect first entered Taozhuang, he fell into the sea of people, and before the eighteen bronze people could make a move, half of them were killed by the villagers, but a few people themselves died.

Although Zhuang Hu has also practiced martial arts with the Eighteen Bronze People, not to mention that the talent cannot be compared, after all, they are all Zhuang households, and they still need to work in the field, so their skills can only be said to be stronger than those who generally go to the rivers and lakes, and they are still a lot worse than the famous Black Demon Sect black-clothed killers, and casualties are inevitable.

But the few farmers who died that night asked a few friends to brag about it, and of course, a few freshly baked widows continued to scold the dead ghosts all night, which broke Yan Xu's heart.

Loyalty is a good thing, but it can be a headache if you don't take life and death to heart.

"It's okay to see what's going on, let me go back to see my mother-in-law!" Yan Xu glared, and the farmers suddenly dispersed, leaving only two newly acquired apprentices.

However, Qingyin stared at Hua Mantian and was becoming a nymphomaniac, although he didn't want to admit it, Yan Xu had to say that this guy was incorrigibly handsome, and the lethality of a little girl like Qingyin was especially huge.

And Jin Toad stared at the cold-faced boy who was breaking through the eighteen bronze man array, and the war in his eyes was about to burn out, but unfortunately he was a step too late, and the other party had already exchanged hands with the eighteen bronze people.

"Sure enough, it's Lin Jianfeng, except for him, no one chooses to do it directly when he comes to visit for the first time. Hua Mantian said with a wry smile, they are both the four princes, and they are naturally very familiar with each other, especially Hua Mantian, who likes to make friends.

But Lin Jianfeng is one of the most painful friends, because this guy is a martial arts idiot, he doesn't do it with himself, and when he can't find an opponent, he even chases Qinglou and forces him to do it himself, ruining several of his paintings, not to mention specially customized clothes, with such a friend, anyone will have a headache.

"Good swordsmanship, this fast sword will give you a headache even if you meet the top master. Seeing Lin Jianfeng, who was obviously one-to-many but pressed against the eighteen bronze people, Yan Xu couldn't help but praise him.

Although it's a compliment, it sounds more like a senior praising a junior who has performed well, although Hua Mantian feels a little strange, but he doesn't think that the other party doesn't have this qualification.

The four great princes in the world, except for the bottomless Xianyuan Sword Ji Xia Yang, he and the star-picking sword Lin Jianfeng are both super-first-class strength, and there is still a big gap compared with the top masters, which cannot but be admitted.

And Yan Xu killed the black-hearted old monster who had been famous for a long time, regardless of what means the other party used, he was qualified to say so based on his combat record alone, provided that he was not slapped in the face by Lin Jianfeng.

Hua Mantian guessed correctly, because Yan Xu's voice was not lowered, and all the people present were masters, so they naturally heard it clearly.

The eighteen bronze men felt that this was normal, but the green tendons on Lin Jianfeng's head burst out, and the swordsmanship that was originally as fast as the stars suddenly flowed backwards like the Milky Way, but unfortunately the eighteen bronze men were like eighteen copper-cast iron reefs, and the mixed iron rods flew up and down, smashing the sword light little by little, diverting and wearing.

The Eighteen Bronze Men have been taught by Yan Xu for many years, and they have a deep foundation in themselves, but they lack the experience of fighting against masters, after all, although they are only second-rate masters, the characteristics of the Eighteen Bronze Formations determine that it is impossible for them to gain experience from one-on-one battles, let alone break through.

There must be a real master who can put pressure on the entire Bronze Man Array, and there are not many such masters in the entire Jianghu, even if there is, they will not easily go down the mountain to walk, not to mention the risk of being slapped in the face by juniors.