Li Jinglan suddenly had a feeling of being targeted, his chest was a little tight, like being secretly aimed and locked by the enemy's hidden archers in the battle array, so his heart suddenly tensed, and he looked down at Lu Dingxiu who was sleeping opposite, Lu Dingxiu had a long breath and seemed to sleep very soundly, Li Jinglan couldn't help pouting, and then Lu Dingxiu woke up, and asked him with a smile, how did he see it, Li Jinglan didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Lu Dingxiu, who can step into the Heavenly Phenomena Realm at any time, doesn't need to sleep at all, besides, even she Li Jinglan can detect the killing intent, if Lu Dingxiu can't feel it, how can he be a guard dog for the entire palace?

So he jumped out of the carriage and walked forward for a distance, Lu Dingxiu did not get out of the carriage, got into the carriage from the inside of the carriage to the wheel, stopped the horse pulling the carriage, leaned on the carriage, and hummed a little song composed by himself. Li Jinglan didn't look back, but he could feel it, and he could hear the humming of nothing, which was terrible.

Two people walked out of the grove, a young man in black, his eyes were shining, and the other was a middle-aged blue-robed scribe, with a slender figure, high cheeks, a short beard, and a jade flute pinned to his waist, all of which were turquoise.

Li Jinglan did not wait for the two to stand still, judging by the strength of the qi, he kicked his toes, his body swept up close to the ground, and he instantly arrived in front of the young man in black, when the chest was a punch, the young man in black was about to say a few words first, but he was caught off guard, and he was about to seal this punch with his palms together, and he was about to exhale, and a punch came, and he hurriedly turned his elbow to block, and his fist and elbow touched and separated, and he said "Huh" in his mouth A sound, it turned out that Li Jinglan's punch was weird, punching between square inches, the fist chain was not fully forced, but by the force of the punch, a punch is stronger than a punch, originally if the young man in black stood firm and punched fist to fist, the first punch could collapse Li Jinglan, but the loss was that the foothold was not stable, and the first shot did not do his best, which fell behind, Li Jinglan's set of boxing methods to Li Mansion Houshan realized the "immortal eighteen beats" Main, and blended with the strength of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, one punch eighteen punches, one punch is better than a punch, pay attention to a first, if you really give him eighteen punches, that is their own full strength plus the strength of the other party, the young man in black must be the result of either death or serious injury, the young man in black is a child of the family, since he was a child, his muscles and bones are different from ordinary people, plus the family spares no effort to temper the medicine, the foundation of martial arts was originally firm, at least two small realms higher than Li Jinglan, I have gone through a few solid battles to the death, after six or seven punches, I know that it is not good, to fight for injury, you hit yours and I hit mine, simply by Li Jinglan punch, at the cost of a mouthful of blood, a condensation punch knocked Li Jinglan back.

Li Jinglan is unforgiving, how can he let go of this opportunity, do not wait for the breath to flow smoothly, the soles of his feet swirl, and he hit it with a leaning fit, the young man in black is also angry, he shouted angrily, his body is high and vertical, and he turns his palm into a grasp of Li Jinglan's head with one hand, and exhales to make a sound, he is about to fight under the ribs and hit him to death on the spot, and suddenly feels that his palm is slipping, it is clearly close to the slightest but he can't exert his strength in Li Jinglan's retreat, and when the body is about to fall, he was whipped in the chest and abdomen by Li Jinglan, and a small mouthful of blood was spit out, after Li Jinglan took a few steps back, a few wisps of blood also oozed from the nose and ears, and between the rabbit and the falcon, the two had been injured separately。

The blue-robed scribe called out "Good!", and his thin palm slapped twice. Li Jinglan shook his head and sobered himself up a little.

"I didn't expect it! Li Duwei is a bloody person, he has a good calculation, and he is ready to fight one with all his might, and then try to deal with me? Unfortunately, I am a cowardly person, with no face and no skin, and I have never understood what it means to bully the small with the big, to bully the weak with the strong, and to bully the small with the more, and I only know how to do things with cashiers. ”

Li Jinglan smiled: "There is a lot of nonsense!"

The middle-aged scribe in blue took out the jade flute on his waist and skimmed the young man in black next to him, the young man in black gritted his teeth, stomped on his feet, rolled up two fists and hit his chest with a bang, Li Jinglan slid out on tiptoe to the side, and the jade flute of the blue-clothed scribe drew a small arc, pointing at Li Jinglan's left neck, Li Jinglan had no choice but to take his right foot as the axis, and his left foot drew a round elbow and hit the black-clothed young man, the black-clothed young man gritted his teeth and did not avoid it, and hit Li Jinglan's vest with both fists, but was hit by Li Jinglan's elbow under the ribs, Li Jinglan flew out obliquely, and a blood rainbow was thrown out of the air, and the blue-clothed scribe conjured up a superimposed shadow on Li Jinglan's right shoulder in the evil laughter of the gloomy evil。

A flash of shock, a white electric light reversed, Li Jinglan was hit hard by two blows in a row, and changed the timing of the knife, but the blue-clothed scribe seemed to have expected it, and took advantage of the momentum of hitting Li Jinglan, and rose up, his arms in the air shook and swept up a few feet, and the snow-white knife happened to pass through the soles of his feet.

The black-clothed young man fell to the ground, Li Jinglan's right arm drooped, kneeling on one leg with a knife, a pool of blood in front of him, and his eyes stared at the blue-clothed scribe who fell to the ground.

"Hehe, I said that I was timid, so if I can't do my best, I won't do my best, you see, how good it is to be a man and leave a line!" the blue-clothed scribe narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Li Jinglan replied with the word "phew". The blue-clothed scribe swung his flute like a hammer and smashed it down, so he had to fight and retreat with a knife in one hand, and the jade flute in the hand of the blue-clothed scribe was used as a whip, a cone, a knife, and a stick, all of which were hard to touch.

The blue-clothed scribe paced like a cat and mouse, flicked the jade flute in his hand, and slowly came to Li Jinglan's side: "What's the matter?" and stepped on Li Jinglan's chest.

"You, have you seen it, cough cough, have you done a trick?" Li Jinglan said with blood spilling from his mouth and choking on his cough.

"I'll see your uncle. The blue-clothed scribe said fiercely: "I can see that Li Yundao, the old king, is about to cut off his children and grandchildren." ”

I only heard Li Jinglan under his feet "hehe" twice. I felt a pain in my heart, looked down, and a snowy knife tip came out from behind, and my body fell to the ground crookedly, and I couldn't die anymore.

Li Jinglan supported the ground with one hand, got up, staggered to the blue-clothed scribe, kicked his body over, pulled out the long knife with his left hand, walked to the black-clothed young man with difficulty, cut off the head with a knife, and returned to the blue-clothed scribe, as he did, rubbed the long knife on the blue robe, wiped the blood stains on the long knife, and returned the long knife to the sheath, before picking up the dead head of the blue-clothed scribe and sneering: "Will Li Yundao be a grandson, I don't know, but your father must suffer the pain of losing his son!" Let's take a good look at a trick in the next life!"

There was a burst of applause in the grove, and a group of six or seven people, clapping their hands, walked out slowly, "Captain Li, how many times can you change this trick?

Li Jinglan sat on the ground and muttered, "Li Yundao, you are really a fucking pit son!"

"My day your uncle, it's really like Lao Tzu is a decoration!"

There was an arrogant shout from the carriage, and then there was no more ........

One finger Xuan of Xinglou, five killers at the peak of King Kong, did not survive ten rounds in front of Lu Dingxiu, so that the death of the fist was under the fist, the death of the knife was under the sword, and the death of the sword was under the sword, "Little Emperor Wu" lived up to the name.

Lu Dingxiu patted the dust on his hands, sat down next to Li Jinglan, licked his face and said with a smile: "Big brother, what's the matter, is my brother handsome or not?"

"Handsome face!" Li Jinglan duck is ripe and his mouth is hard.

"Tsk, brother will obey you without supporting the wall, those two fools will die on your mouth, or you will also be angry and blow my brother to death?"

"Poof!" Li Jinglan let out a loud and colorful fart heartily, and then was kicked over by Lu Dingxiu. Exhausted, he lay on the ground and laughed.

Lu Dingxiu's face was so dark that he could wring out water.

At that time, when I was young, I could laugh out loud when I covered my wounds, and when I was young, I woke up in a blink of an eye, laughed and laughed, and I shed tears.