The Longxiang Cavalry guarded many counties and cities by the Qin Dynasty, and was not as good as the Xuanwu Army, but it was by no means easy to deal with it. The word Longxiang was the general of the previous generation. Forty years ago, he praised it as "All the two countries, 122 counties, 1,22 kings, three prime ministers, and six generals" and took it away from the Supreme Emperor.

Xu Ziyang is no less powerful than the so-called first-class masters in the county. Although he is self-proclaimed, he may underestimate the enemy because of carelessness... But no matter how many excuses the young man below found for this unruly general, the scene in front of him was also extremely real, even more real than the earth under his feet.

A young man forced a famous master with the same level of cultivation to defend himself and even had to start defending himself.

If it were thirty years ago, would this Shaolin Wang Anfeng be able to truly defeat the Longxiong General who was also a young man, or even...

Kill it!

Thirty years later, is the boy in blue in front of me another famous hero?

When he found that his thinking was uncontrollably sliding towards a certain abyss, every aristocratic family looked at Wang Anfeng with a somewhat solemn and obscure flash.

"Hahahaha, good kung fu! Good kung fu! Happy!"

Xu Ziyang looked at the entangled Mo Longjin on his body, but laughed loudly. He seemed to find something extraordinary and happy between his eyebrows and eyes. He patted Wang Anfeng's shoulder with his palm and laughed:

"The boxing skills are good, but what kind of martial arts are there in my hands?"

Wang Anfeng's body was sore at this time, and his feet staggered slightly, but his face remained unchanged, and he said:

"It's just a medical technique to control the needle into the acupoint..."

Xu Ziyang was slightly stunned and laughed:

"Control needles? Where did you get the needles?"

Wang Anfeng shook his head and said, "There is indeed no needle, but since you can use an axe or a fist to cut wood, you can finally break the wood. Controlling the needle is just to transmit internal force into the acupoints. So whether it is a needle or a fist, what is the difference?"

Long Xiong chewed these words, his eyes lit up slightly, and then he smiled with his palms, laughing like he was overjoyed:

"Okay, okay!"

"If you don't die in the martial arts world, I will be worse than you in thirty years!"

"Nephew, come here to drink soon... Otherwise, your concubine and old man will accept it with a smile. Tonight, an old man from eighty will be the groom, and a tree of pear blossoms will overwhelm the crabapple."

At this moment, an old voice suddenly came from a distance, dense and long aftertaste. I don’t know where it came from. Xu Ziyang smiled slightly, and knocked his forehead with a headache, and said with a bitter smile:

"Little brother, the old man calls me again. He is too old, so Old Xu will take the lead... I will drink together again if I have the fate in the future!"

After saying that, he stepped on the void casually, and the dragon stormed, shaking the surrounding air became sticky, just like a dragon stepping on the waves, breaking through the air in an instant. In the air, only a heroic laughter rose up unruly:

"Hahaha, old man, wait, I agree, you are not allowed to touch Lao Xu's beautiful girl!"

The loud laughter went away. The middle-aged man who was arbitration looked at the distant sky with a gloomy face, cursed a few words in secret, and then walked onto the ring with a naked white arm, looked down with his face open and said:

"Who else wants to fight?"

The sound fell and the whole place was silent.

The ever-changing battle just now was really exciting. There were nine consecutive games and nine consecutive games, or now Wang Anfeng has lost his energy, but there are all young people below.

Young children, young children, young people are always proud in their hearts. Taking advantage of others' dangers to challenge, even if they win, they are just a clown who is proud of being a monkey and proud, and they become a laughing stock that is despised.

Seeing this, Wang Anfeng felt a little relieved. At this time, his body was indeed extremely tired. He could only defeat several more people. He relaxed and turned his head to look at Xue Shisan and others, but only saw the elegant and dashing Xiahou Xuan and the drunk Huangfu Xiong. He did not see the familiar face, and his expression was slightly stunned.

"An Feng, don't watch it, that kid is gone."

Huangfu Xiong noticed his eyes, swallowed the wine, and shouted loudly: "This kid has seen through the original arrangement by his family. He has not known it yet. He was taken away just now and said he would be locked up for three years of confinement and not thrown out until he turned 17 years old. Hahaha, please feel free! Please feel free!"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned. Although he was still on the ring, he couldn't help but shout: "What?! Why don't you tell me?!"

Mr. Xiahou shook the folding fan lightly, and his face was also filled with gloating pleasure, saying:

"He is afraid that it will affect your fight, after all, the punishment is not light."

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, feeling a little annoyed, but he didn't know what to say. At this moment, a boy below suddenly jumped onto the ring with a handsome face and a flying eyebrows. It was Wang Bai who had seen before. The children of the aristocratic families below looked slightly stunned. The boy who was the first to challenge Wang Anfeng suddenly became furious and shouted loudly:

"Wang Bai, you pickled guy, get out of here!"

"What kind of thing are you taking advantage of the danger!"

The sound of screaming and scolding was even more furious than the attack on Wang Anfeng just now, but the spearhead pointed at Wang Bai, who was also a noble family. The latter pursed his lips and suddenly pulled out a long sword from his waist. With his hands relaxed, he even sank directly into the bluestone floor, leaving only a sword hilt. Cracks appeared on the bluestone. It was obvious that the sharp gold energy could not completely cover the sword sheath. Such a sharp weapon made the shouting and scolding below stutter.

Wang Bai raised his lips gently, looked at Wang Anfeng, clasped his fists and said:

"I know I'm not your opponent, but my family's light skills can be considered as a fight with Brother Wang."

"If I lose, this Dragon-Watching Moon Sword will be handed over to Brother Wang."

"If I win one move and half way, I will be treated as a friend."

Wang Anfeng closed his eyes slightly and said:

"You heard it just now..."

Wang Bai's eyes were a little happy, and he thought that even if he couldn't beat you, he would still make some bets for you. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, pretending not to know: "What did Brother Wang say?"

"My friend is leaving, I want to send him."

Wang Bai smiled and used a move with his hands. From his previous observations of Wang Anfeng, he was considered a gentleman. A gentleman could deceive him, so he spoke and acted very politely, and even said with a smile:

"So I'll make friends with Brother Wang, and it's the same on both sides."

"Please give me advice!"

Wang Anfeng looked up at him, his expression on his face returned to his previous calmness, but the corner of his mouth pursed gently and said softly:

"What are you worthy of being my friend?"

Hurry!

With his sleeves, the calm and quiet boy was not nostalgic for the victory or defeat. He walked straight past Wang Bai with a stiff expression and walked off the ring. Xiahou Xuan's expression changed slightly, and he looked at him and said:

"You are like this and you want to take the punishment. Besides, Thirteen has been plundered since the second battle between you. That old man is so powerful that you can't catch up with you."

"It's his business to speed, but it's mine to chase it or not."

Wang Anfeng exhaled lightly, clasped his fists and said, "Dare you ask which direction they are heading?"

Xiahou Xuan was hesitant, but Huangfu Xiong had already interrupted and said, "You should find the ferry at the north of the county town."

"Thank you, Brother Huangfu."

Wang Anfeng bowed his fists and took a big step directly. Everyone was convinced of his power and made way for him. Xiahou Xuan said with a complicated expression:

"Why did you tell him?"

"Because I admire him, it's worth handing over."

"But with that old man here, he may not be able to catch up. Even if he can catch up... I'm afraid it's not a good thing."

Huangfu Xiong's expression changed, then shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said, "That's not something we should care about." After Yan waved his right hand, and the hollow wine pot in his hand broke out of the air, directly raising Wang Bai's palm that wanted to pull up the sword, then jumped out, and took a few steps in the air and landed on the ring, and the boots steadily stepped on the hilt of the long sword.

Wang Bai's expression changed slightly and he said, "What are you doing?! I'm not comparing..."

Huangfu Xiong smiled and said, "Who said he would not compare? You just said you wanted to make friends with Wang Anfeng. He is my friend, and my friend who I have always believed in is my friend. Isn't it insulting my friend and my friend and I insulting me and my friend? If you don't vent your anger for my friend and my friend's friend, I will feel really uncomfortable in my friend."

Wang Bai was a little dizzy by his series of words and shouted:

"You are clearly just making a point!"

Huangfu Xiong looked slightly stiff and sighed with frustration:

"I'm really not suitable for debate..."

Wang Bai breathed a sigh of relief, and saw the boy in front of him picking up his fist and sighed:

"So I always think that if I can do it, don't verbally."
Chapter completed!