Chapter 1110 Han Huatang

Sister Xuanji? Don’t pay for meals?

Zhao Heng looked at the thin but extraordinary man in front of him, and then looked at the blooming chrysanthemum in his hand and the quaint and shabby wine pot in his waist. He could see that this was a bohemian guy, so he curled up a faint smile on his lips: "Your surname is also Yu?"

The simple four words show that Zhao Heng pointed directly at the essence of the Buddha's heart, and clearly pointed out that no matter whether he was entangled with Yu Xuanji or not, whether he would not pay for food, if the person blocked the way was not Yu Xuanji's direct kiss, then when Yu Xuanji was not angry, an outsider was not qualified to care about this idiot.

"interesting!"

The man from Jiuju smiled when he heard this. His smile was very bright and open. It made people not a slut at first glance. It also gave people a sense of trust that was difficult to describe: "My surname is not Yu, my name is Han Huatang. Xuanji is my sister and my confidante."

He directly explained his legitimate relationship with Yu Xuanji. There were always a few close friends who had nothing to do with love in the vast sea of ​​people: "I respect her any choice to do anything, but I do not allow others to stick to Xuanji, and I do not allow anyone to eat and not pay for money. This is a bully."

"I didn't insist on secrets."

Zhao Heng glanced at the man Jiuju with a calm look, feeling that this was not a vulgar flower protector, so his tone was much calmer: "Strictly speaking, it was because she wanted to soak me. There was another key point, that is, I never eat a king meal, and I still have the money for the meal."

While the man who was listening to the wine Juju very seriously, Zhao Heng whispered: "In addition, do you think it is meaningful to have a meal with a bald meal? I didn't give it to you today, so I will give it to her next time. Mr. Han, do you think I am like a person who eats a bald meal?"

"What you are talking about is very good and has some truth."

Han Huatang took out the small wine pot from his waist, twisted it and poured it into a warm mouth. "It's a bit ridiculous for you to say that Xuanji likes you. Let's do it. Go back to Tianji Tower and meet Xuanji. If she says you have not been entangled and eaten by the King of Kings, then I won't interfere with this matter."

Han Huatang blinked his deep eyes and looked at Zhao Heng with words and added: "On the contrary, if you are arrogant and unreasonable, then I will ask you to pay for the meal and make sure you stay away from Xuanji and don't harass you anymore, otherwise I will do something for Xuanji sister."

"Do something?"

Zhao Heng smiled without comment: "Beat me?"

Han Huatang apologized: "I did it as I had no choice." He said sorry, his smile was a little awkward, but his expression was extremely firm. He seemed that no matter how he didn't want to fight with Zhao Heng, he was willing to sacrifice dignity and nobility for Yu Xuanji.

"A river of tobacco is full of wind and catkins, and plums are yellow and rainy."

Zhao Heng whispered the vague words on his wine pot, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It seems that you are still a poetic person. Is it worth fighting and killing just for Yu Xuanji? And I believe you are 90% not Yu Xuanji called me to deal with me."

A hint of surprise flashed across Han Huatang's face, and then he returned to a bright smile: "I am a bohemian scholar, but I also have a dream of a knight in my heart, and occasionally I will be angry with the beauty, so I hope you can go back to Tianji Tower with me and go back calmly."

"Not going back!"

Zhao Heng turned the umbrella in his hand and said, "I won't be wronged by you."

A bitter smile flashed across Han Huatang's face. He has always been a reasoning person and has always hoped that others would reason. However, he always made trouble every time. He thought that Zhao Heng could give him some face, but he found that he was more casual, so he lowered his head and sniffed his hand and said:

"That'll offend."

When the sigh fell, Han Huatang's elegant hands made a mistake, and Zhiju burst out in front of Zhao Heng in an instant. When Zhao Heng put away the umbrella and retreated, Han Huatang's arm fluttered out a soft sword. The tip of the sword immediately reached Zhao Heng's chest and turned to the side and took Zhao Heng's left shoulder.

Among the petals of the chrysanthemums in the sky, a small piece of chrysanthemum was held at the tip of the sword, and it pierced lightly in the rain and wind. A true master never needs to fight a war for three days to prove his strength. Now, as soon as Han Huatang takes action, everyone can see that this guy is definitely a swordsman with extraordinary strength.

A hint of praise flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes, and then the umbrella turned and drew a circle.

The chrysanthemums that shot towards Zhao Heng were blocked by an umbrella and flew away and fell to the ground. The ground was golden, just like a rain of flowers on the long street, beautiful, and then they swung out in the rain of flowers and attacked the soft sword on their left shoulder. Everything was so beautiful and calm.

However, when Zhao Heng took off the black umbrella and retreated, he saw that the soft sword had arrived in front of him. He could only move backwards, retreating again and again, and it was a distance of seven or eight meters in an instant. However, although his movements were fast, he could not avoid the sharp sword tip on his chest. He could not even dodge because he could not make any noise.

Han Huatang went in and out with a calm smile on his face. The tip of the sword carrying the chrysanthemum could never touch Zhao Heng's body, but he knew that he didn't need to change his moves. As long as he maintained this speed, Zhao Heng, who was retreating to the pillar, would be forced to be forced by him soon and he would be able to take him down at that time.

At the same time, he was surprised by Zhao Heng's defense. Logically, this kid should have had some tricks, why didn't he take the initiative with him? He would never know that Zhao Heng had been injured for several months and could not charge in a big way, otherwise he would have left sequelae.

Zhao Heng has no way out.

Two meters away was the pillar. The rain and cold wind in the sky seemed to have held their breath. It seemed that Han Huatang's sword did not stab Zhao Heng, and everything could not breathe. The cold light on the tip of the sword had reflected the solemnity in Zhao Heng's eyes. The tip of the sword was sharp, and it seemed that he would not return without taking the death.

At the critical moment, the sword light flew.

The sword light was like the Milky Way. The sword, with arrogance, weirdness, indifference and ruthlessness, slashed at Han Huatang who was approaching. The person who used the sword was naturally Baigousheng. He pulled Zhao Heng away from the front of the pillar with one hand, and slashed at Han Huatang without emotion with one sword. It was natural.

The tricky and strange opportunity was extremely good when he swung this sword. Although Han Huatang was also a master, he seemed to be unable to avoid this fatal sword. A surprise instantly emerged in Han Huatang's eyes. Seeing that Bai Gou Zuo was a few years older than Zhao Heng, how could he have such a high martial arts?

In an instant, Han Huatang transformed from a hunter into a prey and was in danger. Everyone thought that he could never avoid this extremely powerful sword, but Zhao Heng knew that Han Huatang was not so easy to knock him down. He knew just now that this person was definitely not simple from Han Huatang's move.

As Zhao Heng expected, Han Huatang did not panic when facing Baigou's thunder attack, but shook his wrist and the tip of the sword suddenly accelerated several times like lightning and thunder. The chrysanthemums that were staying on the tip of the sword shattered, and countless powders ejected everywhere. Just as his eyes were slightly confused, the tip of the sword thrust out quickly.

"when!"

The swords collided in mid-air, and what made Zhao Heng's pupils instantly condense was that when Han Huatang's soft sword wrapped around Bai Gou Sheng's thin sword, the tip of the sword still stabbed Bai Gou Sheng's ribs. It was like a poisonous snake that spitted his letter, wrapping around the thin sword and blooming its might.

Bai Gousheng had no panic in his eyes. He rushed towards the tip of his sword, allowing it to cut under his armpit. When his body was in pain, Bai Gousheng clamped the soft sword with his arm, and then his body suddenly leaned forward to narrow the battle distance between the two sides.

At the same time, Bai Gousheng stood in front of Han Huatang, and his palm burst into Han Huatang's right chest. Han Huatang could not hide and let out a muffled groan, and a blood fountain burst out of his mouth. Bai Gousheng's movements were simple and clear, without any far-fetchedness, and without wasting any effort, and then he returned to Zhao Heng.

"Both losses are both hurt."

Zhao Heng glanced at Bai Gousheng, then looked at Han Huatang who wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Today, it was really a comparison between the two perverted masters. Not only did Han Huatang spit out a mouthful of blood, but Bai Gousheng was also slashed out with blood, and he was ticking to leave blood at this moment.

Baigousheng's performance these days is remarkable and even perverted. The boy who is tough without desire has become one of the top experts, but he has tried his best to exchange injuries and cannot easily get Han Huatang to the ground. This forced Zhao Heng to praise Han Huatang for being domineering enough.

"I didn't expect that there was such a master around you."

Han Huatang's eyes were still clear and clear, his smile was still bright and charming. He looked at the police car whizzing in the distance, and then said to Zhao Heng lightly: "It's a pity that I'm destined to be unable to have fun today. I will ask you to let go of the battle. Of course, you can also come to Tianji Tower to find me."

He looked at Zhao Heng with a pity. He was a person who liked to make friends. If Zhao Heng hadn't caused trouble to Yu Xuanji, he would be happy to invite Zhao Heng to drink, wield ink, dance swords, and laugh at the world. Unfortunately, Zhao Heng and Tianji Tower had a conflict that both sides were destined to be tense.

Zhao Heng waved his hand and asked Bai Gousheng to retreat, then looked at Han Huatang and smiled: "You'd better not wait for me to go to Tianji Building. If I appear in Tianji Building again, there will definitely be blood flowing! Tell Miss Yu for me, and I said I was suddenly interested in her and Tianji Building."

Han Huatang said lightly: "Those who follow me will prosper and rebellious will perish?"

Zhao Heng shook the umbrella in his hand and left with a smile.

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