Xiao Rong frowned, and said loudly: "Who are you and I Xiao Rong?

Miyamoto Yuichi was just about to speak, when a voice came from the top of the tree: "Senior brother, who do you say will do it?

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Miyamoto Yuichi's face had changed the moment he heard the voice, and as the wind rose and landed in front of everyone, Miyamoto Yuichi's face changed again and again: "You really still came." ”

A smile appeared on Feng Yiyang's young face, and he nodded, "Yes, I have been here a long time ago." ”

A hint of loss flashed in Miyamoto Yu's eyes and said, "The situation was chaotic at that time, and I didn't even notice you." ”

Feng Yiyang rolled his eyes and didn't answer again.

Miyamoto Yu was stunned one by one, and laughed at himself: "I will even make excuses for my failure, you are right to despise it." ”

Feng Yiyang turned his head disdainfully, turned his head and yelled at Xiao Rong: "Senior brother, who did you say just now?"

Xiao Rong coughed dryly, gave a thumbs up to the wind and said, "Well, it is worthy of being my junior brother, I really have an idea, I did a very beautiful job of killing the horse, and I successfully delayed the other party's time." ”

Who knew that Feng Yiyang shook his head and said, "No, I didn't kill the horse." ”

"Ah?!" Xiao Rong's jaw was about to fall to the ground, and Fusang and his party were also talking about it, Miyamoto Yuichi seemed to have used his lifelong expression, and his face was cloudy and cloudy, red and white.

Xiao Rong pointed at the wind and said angrily: "Then what were you anxious with me just now?"

Feng Yiyang shrugged and said, "I just asked casually, who knew that you would change your tone so quickly." ”

"Ahem," Xiao Rong coughed twice, and said with a righteous face: "Relying on killing horses to delay time, this kind of method is already very inferior, wouldn't it be better to have the ability to directly keep people with real knives and guns, killing horses and keeping people, despicable and shameless, Lao Tzu just can't get used to it." ”

Feng Yiyang said excitedly: "Well, the scolding is good, the scolding is beautiful." ”

Xiao Rongqi said: "Who is this person who killed the horse, junior brother, you have a grudge against him?"

Before the wind could speak, Xiao Rong had already been stepped on the ground by a pair of feet, this was a small forest outside the city, the soil was wet, and this foot actually stepped on Xiao Rong into the dirt and sank deeply.

Feng Yiyang shut up in time, and he didn't need to say anything more, just rush this kick, Xiao Rong could guess who it was.

What a pair of feet?

The shape is thin, and the outside of the foot is covered with a pair of cloth shoes, dotted with dirt, and there is a finger-sized hole in the place of the big toe of both shoes, and the two big toes protrude restlessly from the inside of the shoe.

Xiao Rong stretched his head out of the dirt with difficulty, and said astringently, "Master?"

"Hmph!" Feng Lianshan snorted at him, and said nonchalantly while picking his nose with his fingers: "Lao Tzu is despicable and shameless, are you beating me?"

Xiao Rong said dejectedly: "Lao Tzu, oh no, don't dare." ”

The wind was blowing and laughing so hard that his stomach hurt, and he squatted down and pounded the floor hard.

Xiao Rong struggled to raise his head from the dirt, shook the mud off his head, and stared at the wind viciously.

At this time, the other Fuso samurai had no expression on their faces, but there was another insignificant pursuer, and now it was still a situation of twenty against three, and the samurai should continue to make noise, although the Fusang language shouted in their mouths was difficult to understand, it was easy to guess, most of them were fighting and killing.

Miyamoto Yuichi's face was originally lost or surprised from just now, but he never had this time to finally mess up.

Miyamoto Yuichi blushed and subconsciously glanced at his chest.

The seemingly unobtrusive old man in front of him had once left a wound on his chest that was fatal enough for ordinary people, winding like a snake, and the scar left by the wind after that turned into an eight-pronged one.

The old man in front of him called Feng Lianshan is different from Feng Yiyang, the latter and Miyamoto Yuichi are between the two, and winning or losing is unknown, but once Feng Lianshan comes, it will be difficult to be good today.

Thinking of this, Miyamoto Yuichi laughed softly.

"Hehehe, you're here too?" Miyamoto Yu smiled with crazy thoughts.

Feng Lianshan turned around and said coldly: "Indeed, on the fifteenth day of every month, Lao Tzu has to go to the six winds to cook and can't get away, you can find out this is very remarkable, but Lao Tzu is not a fool who doesn't know how to be flexible, since you deliberately chose this day to go out of the city to avoid Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu naturally can't do what you want, and I want to come to meet you for a while." ”

Saying that, Feng Lianshan's eyes sharpened: "Fortunately, I slipped out to take a look, and I didn't know until I was halfway through that you actually stole that thing, Miyamoto Yuichi, hurry up, leave the things that should be left." ”

Miyamoto Yuichi's pale and slender fingers lightly brushed his chest, and he laughed, laughing more and more crazy: "Hahaha clam, do you think you really have a chance to win?"

"Oh?" Feng Lianshan walked down from Xiao Rong's body and said proudly: "With more than 20 people like you, is it possible that you still want to do something with the three of us?"

Xiao Rong stiffened a carp suddenly, let out a clear roar, and stepped heavily on the ground with one foot, and the mud and gravel all over his body were stimulated by the internal force and turned into powder and flew into mist.

When the dust dissipated, Xiao Rong stood tall, standing beside Fenglian Mountain, his eyes sharp, like a lion.

Feng Yiyang also smiled faintly, took a step forward with his negative hand, and stood side by side with Feng Lianshan.

The three of them joined forces, don't say that these vegetables in front of them, heaven and earth, where can they go?

The three of them stood side by side, not angry and arrogant, and their momentum was comparable to that of thousands of troops.

Obviously, no one has done anything yet, and they haven't even released the coercion, but the eyes of Yagyu Ichiro and other Fuso samurai obviously show a look of fear, and only Miyamoto Yuichi looks unmoved.

Feng Lianshan bent down and stretched out his hand to pick his toes very inappropriately, and said suspiciously: "Miyamoto Yuichi, you kid shouldn't be a conceited person, the trick you slipped from under Lao Tzu's hand last time didn't work, hurry up and hand over what should be handed over, and then run for your life." ”

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps in the distance, the footsteps were vague, and it could be heard that there were two people, one was extremely weak in internal force, and the other was injured internally.

Last time, Miyamoto Yuichi escaped from Feng Lianshan's men, relying on a sneak attack on Jiang Weihan, this time he has been waiting for an opportunity, but Feng Yiyang and Xiao Rong's martial arts are above Jiang Weihan, and neither of them will give him this chance to sneak attack.

This footstep is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and as soon as the footsteps appeared, Miyamoto Haichi moved.

Miyamoto Yu moved one by one, and the wind even moved the mountain, and he was faster than Miyamoto Yuichi and stopped in the direction where the footsteps came from.

It's just the direction of Miyamoto Yu's movement, but it's among the group of Fuso samurai.

More than twenty Fuso samurai, all dressed very similarly, Miyamoto Yu rushed into it at a glance, and quickly put on a white robe that had already been prepared.

As soon as the wind blew, the three of them tried to stop it again, but it was too late.

There were more than twenty Fuso samurai, all with their heads bowed, and who could recognize who was who.

Seeing more than 20 Fuso warriors standing in unison towards this side, the wind lifted and his heart chuckled.

The next moment, a shout in Fusang was heard, and more than twenty people flew straight in the direction where the footsteps came.