Willing to change Qingfeng to fight the rivers and lakes

Zhan Zhao stepped forward, put the Juque in Fan Bo's hand with his backhand, and said, "Since your Excellency wants to follow the rules of the world, it's fine, I'll accompany you through a few tricks. You didn't bring a weapon and I It doesn't take advantage of you, let's go as far as we can."

The Khitan man was a little surprised when he saw Zhan Zhao standing up, and he couldn't help but take a closer look. He was just confused by Zhan Zhao's handsome face, which is rare in the Northern Kingdom, and because of the drunken light red on his creamy white face. He was tempted, but he didn't see through carefully that there was a force that should not be underestimated in this not burly but tall and straight body.

Zhan Zhao stretched his muscles and bones a little, assumed the posture of an immortal pointing the way, and slowly circulated his internal force to move his tendons. Zhan Zhao could see that the Khitan man in front of him had brilliant and introverted eyes, and his muscles under the leather robe were as firm as Tie is probably a master of both internal and external cultivation. Seeing the bloodthirsty heat flowing under his eyes, he is probably also a person who has experienced many battles.

Seeing Zhan Zhao's rising momentum, the Khitan man put away his contempt for it. This young man who looked weak and a little bit shy, was already capable of attacking and defending with a single move, and was ready to strike later. This posture is both A kind of respect for the opponent is also a kind of confidence in oneself.

The Khitan man suddenly smiled, and said something in Khitan language about making a sudden move. Although he is thick and bulky, his moves are very flexible.

Luckily, Zhan Zhao was not distracted all the time, his slight movement of his body was already in response to the wind of the man's fist. Seeing that the robes of the people around were lifted by the wind, a blue figure flickered between the shadows of the fists, as light as a piece of willow catkins fluttering without making any sound, but the man's fierce fist wind even touched the corner of Zhan Zhao's clothes. Can't touch it either.

The Khitan people who were watching slowly put away their ambiguous expressions and laughed at each other, and they looked at each other with a bit of surprise.

Fan Bo stepped aside and slowly picked his teeth and sneered in his heart: "Don't think that you can settle everything if you are strong. If you have been to the Jiangnan of the Great Song Dynasty and heard of the name Nan Xia, I'm afraid I will use your courage now." And I won't put this idea on his head!"

After a few rounds, the man's breathing became slightly disordered, and he never expected that this delicate and weak-looking young man from the south would actually have such profound martial arts skills.Thinking that he has practiced martial arts since he was a child and is born with supernatural powers, and he has also fought in the battlefield, but he has spent so long without touching the corner of this young man's clothes.

The man couldn't help accepting his contempt and started to get serious, but now he was surprised to find that the opposite Zhan Zhao was full of internal energy like a vast sea. For some reason, Zhan Zhao slipped his wrist and gave half an inch away from his waist, leaving himself vacant.

The voices cheering and applauding for him gradually died down, the man knew that even a layman could see that this delicate and shy young man was not so easy to deal with.

After a while, the man faintly became impatient, knowing that Zhan Zhao hadn't taken a serious action to defeat the enemy, obviously he didn't want to make it public, it seems that he and he are not even a star behind.

When the palm rubbed against Zhan Zhao's sleeve and slipped away again, the man had no choice but to withdraw unwillingly. Seeing him stop his hand, Zhan Zhao also fell down, with a smile on his face and no words.

The man let out a long breath and said, "Good work."

Just as Zhan Zhao wanted to be polite, Fan Bo leaned in and said, "Okay, can we go?"

The man forced a blunt smile on his face, and said with a dry smile: "Hey, of course, of course, it's rare for me to meet such a master from the Central Plains, I just offended, please don't be offended—come, come, sit down and let me Toast to both of you with a glass of wine as an expression of apology." He waved his hand, and the attendants around him jumped out of the way and said.

Fan Bo said: "Don't dare, we have something to do so we won't delay your drinking." He shook off the fox fur in his hands and helped Zhan Zhao put it on, and Zhan Zhao let him tie his belt.Because Fan Bo turned his back to the man but didn't see it, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the man's lips, and a few stars flashed with a flick of his wrist, and hit Fan Bo's back.

Just as Zhan Zhao raised his head, he felt something flash in the corner of his eyes. Before he had time to think about it, Ju Que was unsheathed immediately. A flying sword blade flashed against Fan Bo's back, and there were a few crisp metal collision sounds!

Although Fan Bo is fat, he has practiced dexterous agility since he was a child, and he is very alert. With a twist of his fat waist, he bursts out ten meters away, and his internal force immediately protects the vital acupoints all over his body. When he looked back hastily, he saw Zhan Zhao's figure Shaking slightly, he suddenly felt something was wrong.Flying over on tiptoe, he grabbed Zhan Zhao, endured the horror in his heart, and asked, "How is it?"

However, Zhan Zhao just frowned slightly, shook his head lightly, and said, "It's nothing serious, it's just a scratch." Just after he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, and then he pursed his lips tightly, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. Fan Bo felt a chill in his heart.

Fan Bo turned his head and said angrily: "Unexpectedly, the Khitan people are masters who can't afford to lose. If they can't beat them, they will secretly attack them. I really don't feel ashamed!"

Seeing that the sneak attack didn't work, the man's expression froze for a moment, and soon he stopped trying to hide it, and said viciously: "Anyway, neither of you can get away, even if he wins with nothing, he's a good player. Wang Baikou, who else would know!" After speaking, he waved his hand and said, "Quickly take these two people away!"

The entourages around immediately responded, and Fan Bo became angry, and it was not serious to attack. Even with one against ten, he was not at a disadvantage, but it was not easy to get away easily.

The man sneered and said, "You still have the energy to fight, and you don't want to see if the one behind you can hold on."

Hearing this, Fan Bo was slightly startled, and quickly glanced at Zhan Zhao, but instead of coming up to help, Zhan Zhao had already sat down, leaning against the edge of the table and bowed his head in silence, because Fan Bo was covered by the fox fur. Unable to see the extent of Zhan Zhao's injury, he suddenly became impatient, gritted his teeth and turned back to Zhan Zhao's side, a few silver lights flickered at the bottom of his sleeves, and the few people who chased him at the front suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. Those behind followed closely, but they all fell to the ground and rolled around the moment they saw Yinmang.

This order made the other attendants not dare to step forward easily, but they didn't retreat, they just confronted each other across a few tables.

As soon as Fan Bo lifted Zhan Zhao's fox fur, he saw Zhan Zhao covering his ribs with one hand. It seemed that the injury was not serious and the bleeding was not much, but the blood was faintly a strange green color.

Fan Bo's complexion changed drastically. Just as he was about to reach out his hand to test what kind of poison it was, he suddenly heard a cold voice say indifferently: "Don't touch his blood, the blood already contains extremely poison!"

Everyone present could hear clearly, but no one found out who was talking.

Only Zhan Zhao, who was panting slightly with his head down, suddenly had a knowing smile on the corner of his lips.

The author has something to say: I woke up early in the morning and suddenly found that the collection of this article has reached a hundred, and I am secretly happy~~~