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A young general in black clothes and black armor, holding a black sheath long sword, walked into the courtyard of the Fengwen Branch.

When he came in, Luan Tingyu wanted to stop him, but the other party didn't even unsheath his sword, and he couldn't see how to move clearly, and a spiritual power attacked. Luan Tingyu was involuntarily pushed away by a strong force, kicked back a few steps, and slammed his back against the wall, with a bang.

"What about Ruan Zun?" asked the black-armored young general with a cold face.

"Phew, where is the young master, you don't deserve to know!" Luan Tingyu said angrily. found that there was a salty throat, and when he opened his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of blood. Moreover, up and down his body, it was as if his spiritual power had been suddenly scattered, and it was difficult to condense.

The black-armored young general snorted and stepped forward. At this moment, the roots of his ears moved, and he heard the sound of clanging iron coming from the side yard. And the sound of striking iron also quickly stopped, and a figure walked over and asked unhappily, "I am Ruan Zun." Who's doing this here?"

"Zhensanshan Huangxin! I heard that Ruan Zun was not ashamed to say that he claimed to be the husband of the eldest sister of the Murong family, and he specially came to the door to seal your mouth!"

This was the first meeting between Huang Xin, a young general who was famous in Thanh Prefecture, and Ruan Zun.

At this meeting, the images of the two also formed a huge contrast.

Huang Xin is tall and jade, with evil in his eyes, wearing a beautiful black armor, and holding the top-ranked spirit soldier mourning sword on the spirit soldier spectrum, majestic and majestic.

Ruan Zun was casually dressed in ordinary linen clothes, just coming from the blacksmith's stove, his hands and face were covered with charcoal ashes, and some of his clothes were burned by charcoal, damaged and dirty. Due to the long time of hammering, Ruan Zun's hands still had cracks in the tiger's mouth, and his clothes were also stained with some blood.

The contrast between the two is very strong.

The contrast is strong, but the key scene fell in the eyes of Murong Qianqian and Lingzhi who came later. They heard that Huang Xin of Zhensanshan finally couldn't hold back and wanted to trouble Ruan Zun, so they hurriedly came out of the mansion and wanted to persuade him.

Huang Xin's reputation was not gained in vain. Ruan Zun is a junior spirit master, how can he be his opponent of a junior spirit master?

"Eldest sister, are you really sure that what you like is that dirty and humble ordinary son, not the heroic and martial black-armored young general?" Ling Zhi asked suspiciously in Murong Qianqian's ear.

In front of Huang Xin, Ruan Zun's appearance really made Murong Qianqian feel gloomy. Girl, who doesn't want their future husband to be able to shine and overwhelm in front of others, instead of the current humiliating appearance?

pinched Lingzhi fiercely, and the two hid outside the gate of the side courtyard and did not enter for the time being.

Ruan Zun glanced in the direction where they were, intentionally or unintentionally, ignored them, and went to help Luan Tingyu up first, "Lord Luanqi, are you okay?"

Luan Tingyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glared at Huang Xin hatefully, "Don't worry, young master, it's not in the way." This is very powerful, a single look at the face, can shock me, you are very heartbroken. When I was in Qingzhou before, I knew how talented this son of the Huang family was. Unexpectedly, it was already a Lingzun. ”

"Stand down. Ruan Zun asked him to retreat and walked in front of Huang Xin, "He, he was also injured by you?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Huang Xin's mouth, "What, can't you fight?"

Ruan Zun said angrily: "He has no grudge against you, no grudge, no grudge, of course he can't fight!"

Huang Xin said: "You are really a noble person who forgets things, you don't let go of your words, and threaten to say that you are the future husband of Sister Murong, since you dare to do this, then you are afraid that people will come to the door? He is your minion, if you don't beat him, who will you beat? What's more, I will not only beat him, but also beat you! Show your spirit soldier!"

The mourning sword came out of its sheath and pointed directly at Ruan Zun's front door, and a fierce intent came to his face.

The Dragon Soul Sword was thrown by Ruan Zun at the blacksmith furnace. He didn't bother to go back and get it, and said, "Why use spirit soldiers! I can beat you so much with one punch and kick that your mother won't even recognize you!"

Huang Xin was so angry that he trembled, even if the leader of the bandits in the Three Mountains, seeing him, fighting for life and death, he didn't dare to use such words to provoke himself easily. As soon as he reached out his hand, the mourning sword was returned to its sheath, and shouted: "Okay! You don't need a spirit soldier, my spirit venerable power will still bully the weak with the strong! I don't need to! Come, let you make the first move!"

This guy is pretty good. Ruan Zun was not polite, stepped forward with an arrow, punched out, and then punched the deer for the horse fist method gradually and smoothly.

Huang Xin's hands turned into palms, flying like butterflies, changing the grid, and constantly responding.

While the two were fighting, Huang Xin said: "In today's battle, whoever loses will not be allowed to think about Miss Murong again!"

"Nonsense! That's my daughter-in-law! Why don't you take your daughter-in-law as a bet?" Ruan Zun certainly didn't agree. Against a junior Spirit Venerable, he was not sure of victory.

Hearing this, Huang Xin was so angry that he almost broke out. This son, scolding is scolding, and this scolding is not particular, so he will take out the old lady at every turn. In anger, the tiger roared, and the spiritual power on his fists and feet was exerted, and the power was surging, forcing Ruan Zun to retreat again and again.

At this time, the sound of the fight between the two attracted all the people from the Lingwen branch of the main courtyard, and everyone either hid on the wall or stood at the gate of the courtyard, watching one after another.

Seeing that the owner was at a disadvantage, the earth dog Douzi was so anxious that he circled around the periphery. Murong Qianqian liked this guy very much, reached out and fished it out, and held it in her arms. It originally wanted to struggle, but then for some reason, it glanced at the red spirit crystal earrings on Murong Qianqian's earlobe, and with a snort, it obediently snuggled into her arms, and from time to time poked its head out, stretching out its nose to sniff in the direction of the spirit crystal.

Fierce battles intensified. Huang Xinsheng has deep spiritual power and strong moves, suppressing Ruan Zun to death. After all, he is also seventeen or eighteen years old, and his heart is still simple, he was scolded by Ruan Zun before, but now that he is in power, he scolded back, "Now, look at who beat who so that the old lady can't recognize it!"

As soon as the words stopped, the fist wind became more vigorous, and the faint purple light on the fist faintly became heavier.

"He is, he has already cultivated to the peak of the junior spirit venerable, and he is at the stage where he may break through to the intermediate spirit venerable at any time. Murong Qianqian had already walked behind the crowd of onlookers at this time, and said in a daze.

"Eldest sister, your future uncle, is going to lose. Ling Zhi gloated, I don't know why, she always had this not very kind attitude towards the future of Ruan Zun and Murong Qianqian.

"What can I do about this?" Murong Qianqian frowned, almost jumping to her feet in a hurry.

"What can I do then? Ling Zhi said, "It's not a shame for a junior spirit master to lose to a junior spirit venerable. Besides, he didn't agree to make you a bet!"

Murong Qianqian was depressed.

No, just looking at the fist strength of the young general on the other side, Luan Tingyu knew that he had lost unjustly. The two teenagers in front of him, back and forth, each of them were nearly ten years older than themselves, but they already had such cultivation. Hell.

"Yang Chong Fist!" Huang Xin was fighting fiercely, and suddenly the fist style changed, obviously it was a false move, but it temporarily became a real punch, when the chest was struck, the fist was heavy, and the purple mangs on the fist were blooming!

"Broken Spirit Style!" Ruan Zun divided his hands, swiped with one stroke, and drew ten flame-like spiritual power on his two fingers, and like a cutting knife, he slashed at the opponent's incoming fist!

(To be continued.) )