It was a brisk April night. In the backyard of Qingzhou Zhijun Prefecture, there were two tables in the Lanjing Pavilion, one round and one long. Young talents were paying attention to the two middle-aged people standing in the open space.

Dahe Luohan, who ranked second among the three Khitan commanders, sucked a soldier's spear from the air with one hand, stamped it domineeringly on the ground, and faced Chen Xiaoyao with a billow of infuriating energy. He shouted at Chen Xiaoyao, who had a sword wrapped in rough hemp on his back: "

Hero Dali, please give me some advice!"

Chen Xiaoyao, who was wearing a green robe, glanced sideways and was not affected by it. He slowly stretched out his hands folded in his sleeves. The backs of his fingers were dark yellow and rough. This was a deliberate disguise by him and Zhao Zhengli in advance to better match their middle-aged status.

However, there were still oil stains on his dark yellow and rough hands that had not been wiped clean. He wiped his beard nonchalantly under the disgusted eyes of everyone, and said in a lazy tone: "Come on!"

Such an unscrupulous middle-aged man suddenly made everyone lose most of their appetite. Princess Xiao Dali and Zhao Zhengli also looked disgusted.

The big Khitan man glanced at the weapon on his back and said, "You want to fight me with bare hands?"

Chen Xiaoyao weighed the weapon on his back: "It's too troublesome to remove the cloth strips, so let's fight like this!"

The Khitan people frowned, suspecting that the other party was being too big, and obviously did not take the second commander of the Khitan seriously, while the others were gloating about the misfortune and watching the excitement.

The young talents in the temples of Qing Dynasty were very happy to see Dali and Khitan at odds. No matter what the outcome was, it would be beneficial to Qing Dynasty.

Only Zhao Zhengli and Princess Dali present knew that Chen Xiaoyao was worried that someone would identify his Thunder Knife, the thirteenth weapon in the weapon catalog, and thereby know his and Zhao Zhengli's identities.

"Look at the moves, weapons don't have eyesight!"

Dahe Luohan felt that he was being despised, and kicked the tail of the spear that hit Chudi. The spear spun in the air and made a "whooshing" sound. He held the tail with his big hand and stabbed the big Chen Xiaoyao with his hand.

Such a sudden and sharp stab was avoided by Chen Xiaoyao, who moved lightly to the side. Daheluohan swept the spear with the force, the sharp spear blade shone with cold light, and drew a long ray of true energy in the mid-air.

Chen Xiaoyao's anger came out of his dantian, concentrated in his left hand and spread to his fingertips. He tightly grasped the tip of the spear like a flower, followed the fierce force and moved back a few steps to stop, and grinned: "Are you angry now?"

Dahe Luohan snorted and increased his strength.

The clothes of the two people floated without any wind, and then they swayed wildly and made hunting sounds, which was the effect of the collision of true energy.

Everyone held their breath and watched the two people competing in the Qi competition. One person was wielding a spear, and the other was holding the tip of the blade. Both parties did not move at all. Only the Qi in the sky was becoming more and more oppressive, and the long clothes and hair were swaying more and more.

The people present are not ordinary people, they can still withstand the pressure of the collision between the two people.

Of course, there are also those who are weak in strength. Those soldiers and servants have long been frightened into silence. As the number of collisions between the two people's Qi increases, it strengthens and speeds up. The originally calm young talents finally show signs of shock and palpitations.

I saw two vortexes of infuriating energy that were constantly tearing apart in the open space of Lanjing Pavilion, with the two of them as the center, and the soldier's spear made a crisp "click" sound without being too heavy.

After only holding on for a few breaths, there was a "click" sound, and the spear was smashed to pieces in the tearing of two waves of true energy. Everyone in the Lanjing Pavilion only felt two waves of energy blowing against their faces, and the low-level moment was pale and feeble. Even those young geniuses could not stand it.

Instinct luck removes two scattered waves of air.

The medium was damaged, and the two of them staggered back a few steps before regaining their balance. They looked at each other, and Dahe Luohan glanced at the Khitan young man out of the corner of his eye.

The young man was sipping tea by himself, shaking his head slightly and blowing on the teacup.

Dahe Luohan suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, cupped his fists and said politely: "The heroic warrior is really skilled. May I ask your name?"

"Yao Xiaochen!"

Chen Xiaoyao saw that the other party was showing signs of stopping and asked, "If you stop like this, how do you calculate the fifty taels of silver?"

Before the Khitan man could speak, the young man threw a money bag at Chen Xiaoyao with a "swish" sound. Chen Xiaoyao turned his back and took it into his palm with one hand.

The young man then said softly: "Second Commander, it's worth it to make a friend at fifty taels!"

Chen Xiaoyao raised the corner of his mouth and retorted and corrected: "This is a gambling chip that was agreed upon. How did it become your capital for making friends?" Then he pointed at himself: "Besides, I'm only worth fifty taels?"

Before the Khitan young man could respond, several of his followers and Dahe Luohan took the lead in getting angry, and were about to teach this follower who did not know the heights of Dali. Unexpectedly, the young man raised his hand to stop him. He smiled brightly at Her Royal Highness the Princess: "I've heard for a long time.

Princess Dali is arrogant, but the followers around her are even more domineering!"

Everyone thought that the beautiful princess would be humble and polite to the Khitan youth for her domineering followers, but unexpectedly she waved her fist and said, "You can hit him if you don't agree!"

"..."

Everyone in the audience was ashamed.

The Khitan young man's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and Zhao Zhengli happened to see him, with a smile on his lips. This Khitan young man was not an ordinary person.

Chen Xiaoyao and the second Khitan commander-in-chief took their seats silently, but everyone's eyes changed, and the banquet in the pavilion gradually smelled of gunpowder.

Only Princess Dali pouted dissatisfiedly: "It's not enough fun, but I didn't defeat him!"

No one answered her.

At this time, the handsome man from Tubo swept over the crowd and said softly: "I have longed for the world of your country for a long time. I am lucky enough to travel east this time. It can be said that I am very happy all the way. I can't help but compete with my peers from your country. With today's opportunity,

I will communicate with you at this grand event tonight.”

Then he turned his attention to the host Wang Feng, and looked at his beautiful eyes with a smile but not a smile, and said slowly: "When I entered Qingzhou City, I heard that Prince Wen Neng can write and Wu Ke can hold a gun. I wonder if you are interested in discussing with me.

Discuss?"

Wang Feng was not in a hurry to reply for a while. He stared at the beautiful Tibetan man wearing a Chinese-style right-sided robe. He was weighing the strength of the two, but he seemed unable to shirk it. He smiled and said excitedly: "Several foreign young men."

Could it be that Xia Tonight's communication about besieging and killing the rebellious minister's son was a lie, but that he came to destroy the scene and was real?"

The handsome man from Tubo smiled meaningfully, blooming like a fairy flower, handsome and beautiful: "You have to weigh your strength to communicate. Is it possible that I came all the way to cooperate with some mediocre mediocre people who are not strong enough?"

?”

How handsome he looks; how poisonous he speaks.

These words directly degraded the people present in the Qing Kingdom. Even the direct descendants of the generals who thought they were well-educated frowned slightly, and those who were related to him had already glared angrily.

Everyone from the three sages of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism in the temple just frowned and watched the development of the situation.

Xiao Shizi played with the folding fan in his hand and said in a neutral tone: "If I guess correctly, your ancestor is the princess of the Mu family who married Tubo in the late Tang Dynasty? How? Only two generations ago, in that desolate land.

Are you used to running off the reins?"

Searching for the origins of his ancestors made the handsome Tubo man's face sink: "Prince Xiao will have a lot of nourishment under the blessings of his ancestors, but have you ever thought about the day when the blessings will be exhausted and retribution will come?"

"presumptuous!"

"court death!"

"Noisy!"

Prince Xiao had not yet become angry, but the direct and collateral members of the general family, as well as Wang Feng, immediately became furious and shouted to express their positions.

The only people in the audience who could keep their composure were the Xixia woman and Princess Dali, and of course Chen Xiaoyao and Zhao Zhengli. The first two had a lively attitude that had nothing to do with themselves, while the latter two, although they were from Qingguo, were not responsible for the presence of several forces.

The ultimate goal is to target Zhao Zhengli, so the two of them are eager to fight first.

Prince Xiao showed a sinister smile: "This is not a matter for Your Excellency to consider. If you want to discuss things, let me test whether your strength can be as tough as your mouth!"

After saying that, he was about to stand up, but was stopped by Wang Feng: "Your Majesty, wait a minute! Let me learn from you first!"

The young master of the Wang family, who is three-quarters handsome and seven-quarters mighty, took a step forward with a calm and authoritative air and said: "Wang Feng, please enlighten me!"

The handsome Tubo man moved lightly, and everyone felt their eyes blurred. He was already several meters away from the table. His movements were obviously very slow, but his speed was extremely fast.

"The lost "Huan Tiangang Steps"?"

The young people from the three sages of the temple, Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, immediately saw the clues.

This is a superior light skill, named for its ability to confuse opponents and use extremely fast illusory steps. However, all kinds of skills are just showy in the face of absolute strength. At most, they have a slight dominance at the same level, or they are the addition of strange skills.

Somewhat beautiful.

Everyone was not too surprised. The handsome man smiled and said: "I am in Mu Mi Hall. I only show one way to realize "Thousand Buddhas Kneeling" in Luoche Holy Land. Let's see if you can catch it?"

After he finished speaking, his handsome face condensed, and the true energy in his body suddenly surged out like an overwhelming river.

"Buzz!"

The dazzling golden light of the Buddha suddenly appeared in the entire Lanjing Pavilion and condensed in the sky above Wang Feng. In an instant, layers of golden Buddha shadows appeared.

"Om, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum"

Everyone could faintly hear the vague six-character Buddhist mantra.

No one in the room dared to look down upon these visions. Wang Feng used his true energy as if facing a formidable enemy, and his mid-level master's strength suddenly appeared.

Bang!

He didn't pause at all, and decisively punched the air. His domineering energy shrouded Lanjing Pavilion in the night, and the space was distorted.

The Khitan young man raised his eyes and said: "It's interesting to be able to use ordinary boxing techniques to produce a power comparable to Shaolin Luohan Boxing!"

kneel!

Tubo Mu Mingtang clasped his hands together, and there were hundreds of golden Buddha images stacked on top of each other. He clasped his hands together and bent down with one knee.

Boom!

Wang Feng's fist was as fragile as bubbles and would break if touched. He was horrified and quickly used his true energy to protect his body, forming a barrier three feet away from his body to block hundreds of Buddha shadows.

Click!

After holding on for less than three breaths, Wang Feng's protective body cracked. He was under great pressure. He was holding on with both hands and his face was ferocious. He still could not stop the hundreds of Buddha images from kneeling down on his head. His face was full of majesty.

He struggled extremely, with traces of blood spilling from his grinning teeth and the corners of his mouth.

Click!

puff!

The body-protecting energy shattered, and at the same time, Wang Feng spurted out a large mouthful of liver blood, and his body was knocked flying by hundreds of Buddha images. He hit the giant pillars of Lanjing Pavilion hard, and the entire pavilion shook.
To be continued...