Huo Jun stood up, stretched lazily, and said, "It's because their family is rich and rich that you say this." If it's a beggar and wants to be your friend, do you want to do it with him? If you want to do something for him, do you do it for him?"

After Chai Zongqing heard this, he suddenly had a good impression of Huo Jun, because this sentence really won his heart, if the other party was a person who had no use value, then would Emperor Dali and the lord of the Southern Tang Dynasty be willing to make friends with him?

The winter wind cooled down and suddenly said to Huo Jun: "Eat my trick 'slap garlic cloves'." After saying that, the chessboard in his hand shook, and the whirring wind smashed towards the top of Huo Jun's head.

Huo Junl muttered softly: "Lao Tzu has fought hundreds of battles in his life, but I have never seen you use such an iron plate as a blade. He was still smiling and talking, but when he saw that the chessboard fell on top of his head by one centimeter, he didn't see how hard he worked, and his body fell lightly on the chessboard in the cold winter wind.

Winter Wind was stunned for a moment, he was holding the chessboard with both hands at this time, the force was downward, and there was more personal weight on the chessboard for no reason, and Winter Wind didn't feel that the chessboard had added much weight to the cold wind.

Huo Jun then kicked towards the door of Dong Feng Leng, Dong Feng Leng had never met anyone to fight, the other party stepped on his chessboard, and was hesitating to throw out a chess piece to knock him down, Huo Jun's thigh like a crane kicked towards him.

Winter Feng Leng was reluctant to throw away the chessboard, and let Huo Jun step on his treasure guy. He flashed his head and dodged Huo Jun's left foot, but Huo Jun's left foot was a false move. He only gestured in front of the door, and then his right foot was almost past his left foot and kicked towards the place where the winter wind was cold and dodging. This move is a move in the Demon Swordsmanship "Mandarin Duck Chain Leg", but. This move should be used with swordsmanship, but Huo Jun did not use the sword at this time.

Dong Feng Leng instinctively dodged to the side, who knew that Huo Jun's move was hit, but Dong Feng Leng reacted relatively quickly, and immediately leaned his face back, and shook the chessboard in his hand. Huo Jun's kick rubbed the tip of the cold nose of the winter wind and kicked it.

Huo Jun took advantage of the winter wind and shook the chessboard coldly, and at the same time, he turned over. One of his heels flipped under Dong Feng Leng's body, and 'whew' a punch hit Dong Feng Leng's lower abdomen, this move is the "desert camel fly" of the Huo family's boxing method.

Winter Feng Leng was facing up to avoid Huo Jun's kick at this time. Although he dodged it, the force also swept to the tip of the nose of the cold winter wind, and the cold nose of the winter wind was sour. Tears flowed immediately. The winter wind is cold and has not yet stood firm. I felt a strong wind under me, and I didn't have time to think about it when the winter wind was cold, so I hurriedly retreated.

Just 'listen' to the snap. The cold lower abdomen of the winter wind was hot, and he was punched by Huo Jun. Winter Feng Leng fortunately reacted quickly, and his body had already stepped back, otherwise he would have to spurt blood in his mouth. He slowed down his strength, but he also staggered and staggered to his feet.

The winter wind is cold, and I can't help but admire Huo Jun's great strength. Where could Huo Jun allow him to ease his spirits? Immediately, he followed another punch and struck towards the winter wind coldly. That's when it happened. A strong wind struck towards Huo Jun, and Huo Jun hurriedly retracted the punch he struck. And that force, like a turn, Huo Jun's hand retracted to no avail, 'snapped', and thousands of strands of silk wrapped Huo Jun's left wrist.

Huo Jun looked up, it turned out to be Chun Changfa ten meters away from him, he shook the iron pen in his hand, and as soon as the news in the iron pen was opened, the brush hair naturally spit out filament, colorless and transparent, and wrapped Huo Jun's wrist.

Chun Changfa said: "Brother Huo, we have no hatred or grudge, we really don't have to kill each other, right?" After that, with a shake of one hand, the long silk of the iron pen was retracted by Chun Changfa, and Huo Jun was followed by the silk and carried into the air.

Huo Jun said: "Who made a dead move? Why don't you let Lao Tzu go?" With that, his right hand took out the Seven Spirit Sword from his waist, and the sword light flashed, and the bristles of the long spring hair were slashed off with a brush.

Huo Jun stood on the ground, and at the same time shook Chun's long hair and said, "Give it back to you, you can still use it when you go back to sew."

Chun Chang's hair flashed, and the fallen silk was swept by Huo Jun's cheeks and flew out. Silk was originally as light as nothing, but it was thrown away by Huo Jun, but it became an invisible hidden weapon, silk silk is like a needle tip, if a silk pierces the long hair of spring, it can be directly pierced into the flesh. It can be seen that Huo Jun's internal force is very extraordinary.

At this time, a melodious flute sound came, Huo Jun heard that the sound of the flute was lingering and melodious, but somehow, his mind suddenly seemed to be drunk, drowsy, and his body couldn't help shaking, he barely raised his eyes, and saw that it was Qiu Shui Jing not far from him, blowing the flute. Huo Jun immediately looked at him looming, and it seemed to be ghosting for a while, and then it seemed to be non-existent.

Huo Jun shook his head, and when he looked at it, he felt that the whole ground was shaking, and he was dizzy, dazed, and had a splitting headache, and he was about to stand unsteadily.

At this time, the chessboard with the cold winter wind smashed over with a strong wind, and Huo Jun relied on the strength of the strong wind to subconsciously swing his sword and slash towards the chessboard. Huo Jun's sword is a treasure weapon, and it is not a problem to cut gold and break jade.

Who knows, the sound of 'Zheng', but a sword slashed on the edge of the chessboard, the chessboard did not move at all, the original square plate was shaped like an iron plate, but it was made of magnets. Huo Jun's sword was firmly sucked by this chessboard.

Huo Jun immediately put away the sword, but unexpectedly his arm retracted, and the sword couldn't be recovered, but it was firmly sucked on the chessboard, and he couldn't take it back. Huo Jun was shocked, and with a snatch of luck, the sword was separated from the chessboard, and he shouted: "Crooked and evil ways! You actually use magnets as weapons?

Dong Feng said coldly: "What kind of crooked and evil ways? Our four friends in the Spring and Autumn Period are all famous and upright! This is not a weapon, this is the chessboard I usually use, and there are chess pieces, do you want it?" As he spoke, he shook his hand and flew towards Huo Jun with a chess piece.

Huo Jun was dizzy, there were more than 20 chess pieces in this one, and they were so close that Huo Jun was really difficult to dodge, so he immediately waved the Seven Spirit Sword to protect him in front of him, and the sword light flashed, like a silver barrier, blocking Huo Jun.

I could only hear 'dang dang dang', and the sound of iron colliding came. It turned out that the chess pieces that were cold in winter were made of steel, but they were dyed with a layer of black and white paint. This iron chess piece has internal force, if it weren't for the sound of Qiu Shuijing's flute that made people dizzy, Huo Jun might be able to resist it, but at this time, he was a little slower to make a move, and several iron chess pieces had hit him.

Huo Jun couldn't resist any longer, and staggered back. Before he could stand firmly, a figure flashed in front of him, Huo Jun waved the Seven Spirit Sword meaningfully, and with a bang, the sword collided with an object, Huo Jun forcibly stared at it, but it was an iron fan. (To be continued.) )