Everyone followed the prestige, only to see a white horse fluttering up, not far ahead, neighing, and people stood up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Immediately, the knight looked down on everyone and said proudly, "It's all here?"

"Nangong Mu Ting!" Nangong Mu Wu frowned and looked at this person.

Eight feet tall, handsome, with the usual floating waves of the children of the family at the corners of his mouth, Nangong Mu Ting grinned, "Nangong Mu Wu!"

Knowing that these two people were not eye-to-eye, no, he knew that Nangong Muwu and the other young generations of the Nangong family were not right, Duan Qingyun hurriedly came out to play a round. "Brother Mu Ting, what wind blew you here?"

Nangong Mu Ting didn't get off the horse either, and said proudly: "I heard that the tribute medicine has been refined. ”

Duan Qingyun said: "Yes, the last batch was just done yesterday afternoon. Isn't it Brother Mu Wu escorting the tribute medicine into Beijing this time?"

"He?!" Nangong Mu Ting sneered, "The elders of the clan are very worried, and specially arranged for me to replace him." ”

Nangong Muwu's face was indifferent, and he didn't respond.

Duan Qingyun hurriedly said: "Brother Mu Ting came from afar, he must be tired, it is better to go and rest first, and set up a banquet for you to catch the wind and wash the dust in a while." ”

Nangong Mu Ting turned his head to look at Duan Qingyun, "Brother Duan, is Chi Xiao here?"

Duan Qingyun remembered Chi Xiao's words just now, and couldn't help but smile wryly, "Don't hide it from Brother Mu Ting, my little sister has something to go out." ”

"How long will it take to come back?" asked Nangong Muting.

"This ......" Duan Qingyun shrugged, "You also know her temperament, she is rude and willful, no one knows where to go, maybe she will come back when she has had enough." ”

Nangong Muting nodded noncommittally, then took the reins and left. "Nangong Muwu, your duties have been completed, you can go back, haha!"

Nangong Muwu looked at the back in the distance, and couldn't help but secretly clench his fists.

"Who is this person?" Jing Feng suddenly interjected.

"Nangong Mu Ting is the leader of the younger generation of the Nangong family, and his one-handed hanging scissor swordsmanship is so profound that it is difficult for a master of idle martial arts to win. Duan Qingyun explained, "Of course, his most powerful thing is not his martial arts, but that he has a father who was the secretary of the military department at the time." ”

"The second generation of officials, no wonder they are so arrogant. Jing Feng suddenly.

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That night, Jing Feng was sitting on the eaves and meditating on the moon, and suddenly heard the sound of gold and iron clashing not far away, as if someone was fighting.

"Who dares to fight in the Purple Smoke Hall?" Jing Feng was curious, exhaled deeply, calmed down his true anger, and quietly walked along the eaves.

I saw two cold lights flickering, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the battle was very fierce.

"Nangong Mu Wu and Nangong Mu Ting?!" Jing Feng was stunned, "It's really like Duan Qingyun said that there is an infighting?!"

Jing Feng was deeply impressed by Nangong Muwu's sword that forced An Yonghao back that day, and at this time, the two children of the Nangong family were fighting, and he paid close attention to it. Just take a closer look, Nangong Muwu only has the ability to parry, and has no power to fight back!

Nangong Muwu didn't use the blade that sharpened iron like clay, could it be that this is the reason? No, Nangong Muting also used ordinary weapons, it seems that it can only show one point, Nangong Muwu's martial arts are still under Nangong Muting. The internal strength is not much different, but the moves are completely restrained by Nangong Mu Ting's swordsmanship.

Jing Feng shook his head, under the false name, nothing more than that. It seems that Nangong Muwu was able to force An Yonghao back that day, but he relied on the suddenness of the attack and the sharpness of the sword, if it was a real fight with a sword and a sword, he might not be able to defeat An Yonghao, just as he couldn't defeat Nangong Muting today.

Jing Feng didn't want to take care of the gossip between the children of the family, and was about to turn around and leave. Suddenly, Nangong Mu Ting sneered, "There is no father and no mother, and there is still nothing to be done for such a long time!"

Nangong Muwu snorted coldly and did not answer.

Nangong Mu Ting sneered again, "But the evil sword was just passed on to you by the elders in response to your father's last words, don't get carried away." If you really talk about your ability, I'm afraid you won't be able to get it for the rest of your life. ”

After that, the long sword in Nangong Mu Ting's palm burst out with a ball of light, the light brightened quickly, and it was extinguished quickly, and at the moment when the light disappeared, the long sword had reached Nangong Mu Wu's eyebrows!

"Yan Hui!"

This move is one of the killer moves in the hanging cut swordsmanship, and it is extremely fast, and it can even slash down swallows flying quickly in the air. Nangong Muwu repelled, but how could he be as swift as Yan Hui's sword moves!

The long sword was on the side of Nangong Mu Wu's neck, Nangong Mu Ting shook his head and sneered, "But you can't stop Yan Hui with seven successful powers, I think you can't keep the evil sword in this year's clan martial arts, haha!"

Just when Nangong Mu Ting was laughing wildly, the wind suddenly rose on his side, and when he looked urgently, he saw a sword slashing from mid-air, although the speed was not as fast as Yan Hui, but the power was not bad at all!

Nangong Mu Ting was taken aback, and the long sword in his hand was withdrawn, and Han Feng, who should be attacking.

"Whoever comes, report your name!" Nangong Mu Ting shouted.

Boom!

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, and the person who came had a somersault and landed beside Nangong Mu Wu, and Nangong Mu Ting took three steps back in a row, and his true qi surged in his heart.

Looking at the long sword in his hand again, a gap has been broken, although this sword is not as good as Nangong Muwu's evil sword and his own hanging sword, but it is also a good sword made of stainless steel, and now it has not even blocked a knife, Nangong Mu Ting is secretly frightened.

"Who are you?" Nangong Mu Ting said angrily.

"Idlers. Jing Feng said lazily, sheathing the ink dragon.

"Look for death!" Nangong Mu Ting threw away the broken long sword, and his fingers touched the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist.

"Be careful, the sword drawing technique of the Hanging Jian Sword Technique is extremely powerful, and it is even more on top of Dongying's Juhe Technique, Brother Jing be careful. Nangong Muwu reminded carefully.

"Draw the sword?!" Jing Feng nodded, "Let's see if you're fast or I'm fast." ”

As he spoke, Jing Feng also held the ink dragon on his waist and stared fiercely at Nangong Mu Ting on the opposite side.

The battle was about to break out, and the air in the stadium became tense and hot.

"Oh, why are you here!" A familiar voice sounded, and it was Duan Qingyun who came over, "Brother Mu Ting, what are you doing here?"

Duan Qingyun's arrival broke the tense atmosphere of saber rattling, and Nangong Mu Ting took the lead in removing his hand from the hilt of the sword. "Exactly, I saw that Brother Jing Feng's sword skills were powerful, so I was happy to see Hunting, so I came to Nangong Muwu and Brother Jing Feng to have a try, and I was disturbed. ”

The other party had a set of rhetoric, and Jing Feng was not easy to refute, so he also let go of the handle of the knife, but he was silent and ignored it.

"You two are so good!" Nangong Mu Ting squeezed out such a sentence from between his teeth, and immediately turned to leave.

"Thank you, Brother Jing, for your help. Nangong Muwu arched his fist and said gratefully.

"Brother Wu doesn't have to be polite, I just can't get used to the arrogant face of the second generation of officials. Jing Feng looked at the place where Nangong Mu Ting disappeared and pursed his lips.