The gentle and beautiful beauty had a beautiful face like a flower and almost swollen into a pig's head, in a mess, but there was no beauty of the beauty raining the flowers. Feng Zhanfang was unconscious and felt that her cheeks were so hot that she felt her pain, and she was afraid of messing up the matter. She subconsciously covered her face and wanted to cry, and her eyes were flowing.

The beauty sheds tears, which is the exquisiteness that can make people's hearts tremble.

If you are in the Central Plains, you will call it "The Eyes" and "The Intoxicating Flowers" and "The Dream of Noon" and "The Laziness of Spring" is just like the water of the pond. All of them are poems about beautiful scenery.

But looking at a pig's head pretending to be charming can really make people vomit all the overnight meal.

Before, when I looked at the young heroes from various families who were on fire, the grassland nobles were a little uncomfortable. They coughed twice and silently looked away. They had previously drunk wine at the beauty dance sword, but they couldn't drink enough. They didn't drink enough. Now the horse milk wine in the cup suddenly became less fragrant and tasteless.

Helian Lianyang was stunned, then gloated, and his mouth curled up, revealing the sharp teeth on his left:

"This...is this a table overturning?"

The woman next to her said:

"Probably so."

Helian Lianyangzai carefully looked at the world heroine who was much better than himself before. He pursed his lips and looked awkward on his face. He stood up suddenly, looked at the blue shirt musician, and shouted loudly:

"What are you doing?!"

"After playing the piano, I must punish you well!"

It's a bad start.

Helian Lianyang was extremely sad, his lips curled up and looked at his rising face.

Of course, the slap of ordinary people will not have such great consequences, and the swelling is so big...

It's cruel.

It is not a life, but such a beauty who pays attention to her appearance and enjoys the pursuit of her powerful disciples around her was beaten to the point of being almost ruined in public. The humiliation she suffered in her heart was no different from death in this world.

What a grudge.

Helianpan put the wine glass in his hand to his mouth, but only half of the wine was left, his eyes were a little dull, and it took several breaths to come back to his senses, and he was still a little difficult to calm down.

He was agile and secretly felt that his previous aura was like thunder, which was obviously a sign of entering the sixth level realm. He was surprised. There were many warriors between heaven and earth. Anyone who was diligent and able to endure hardships had a martial arts secret that was not too crooked. If he could practice to the seventh level realm, he could practice to the seventh level realm by himself. The difference was only how old he was to practice.

The seventh grade of sixteen years old is different from the seventh grade of sixty years old.

However, once you enter the sixth grade, even if you are seventy years old, you will be treated respectfully everywhere. You are a warrior from an extraordinary background. You look down on the Longmen at this age and you will be fine if you call him "Old Senior".

What's more, this sixth-grade person in his twenties.

I don’t know about the fourth grade, but I almost got the seedlings that would enter the fifth grade level.

Is it a rising star in the Northern Hungarian Court? No, it looks like a Qin man and he also plays the piano.

Qin people.

Zhou Hebi, who was wearing a big and vulgar red robe, was in a daze. Although he was just planning to watch the wall, Helianpan's methods were easily broken, which still made him feel unrealistic, and the other party's method of taking action made him feel familiar.

Qin people...

A darkness rose in the old man's eyes.

Qin Manzi.

……………………

After a while, everyone came to their senses, and then they felt that their faces could not be held back. Helianpan glanced at the blue shirt musician who was lowering his eyes and playing the piano. The piano was considered a top-grade utensil, but at this moment, all the seven strings of the piano were swept off by the sword weapon.

The condensed Qi is seven strings.

The sound of thunder sounded like thunder.

Such a method is obviously not something that ordinary warriors can do. Even among the sixth-grade warriors, they can be considered to have a deep internal strength. He Lianpan thought about it and whispered:

"Don't induce him to take action."

The young man next to him nodded.

Wang Anfeng was caressed by a song.

On the Qu Wenqin, the seven strings finally couldn't hold on. They became weaker, and the energy that formed the strings dissipated and returned to the world. Wang Anfeng raised his eyes and felt the gathering of his surroundings, his expression was dull.

Put down the piano and pick up the sword.

What he wants is the same as what these people want.

Make a move with a sword.

The strings are long and the lovesickness.

Where the qi spread, the seven broken strings floated slightly in the air, just like before, the sword energy was solemn and covered it. Even if it was just the sixth-grade qi, it was enough.

No one noticed something strange on the piano. Someone got up and helped Feng Zhanfang back in a mess. The nobles looked at each other. One of them had a lazy smile on his face, clapping his hands and said:

"Have a good string."

"This musician is very interesting. Today, I will play the scenery song of Daqin with me. If the floor is good, I will give you some gold. If I don't play well, I will give you a whip."

Another woman had no disgust for the blue-shirt musician who made Feng Zhanfang suffer. However, since Helianpan, the leader, opened his mouth, he might as well step on it and said with a smile:

"No, no, the style of the Qin Dynasty is too gentle and has no meaning."

"Just like the southerners, they are soft and unusable."

The young man who spoke before seemed to be trying to fight and said loudly:

"How can it be? Musician, don't care about her nonsense. I tell you that if you want you to play Qin music, it's Qin music. If you don't play, you have to give you a few whips in front of Princess Lianyang."

The woman also said, "How come, you just have a whip, so I don't have a whip?"

"You can't beat me, but I can't?"

The young man said, "You can fight naturally, but I can still give you a reward. You have bought a lot of things and you can use a lot of gold at hand?"

As he said that, he threw out a few quick gold, deliberately hitting the ground in front of Wang Anfeng, rolling a few times, and reaching the feet of a nobleman next to him, who used his toes to tug the gold.

Wang Anfeng's heart is like an ancient well.

Helianpan smiled and drank, looking at Helian Lianyang, and forced him to force him to do something, but his sight was not actually on this musician. He wanted to start with this musician and force Helian Lianyang to use some methods and trump cards. It was just Duizi, and that musician was really at the sixth level, but here, he was just a musician.

The rules on the grassland are actually no worse than those on the Central Plains dynasty.

At this moment, someone suddenly smiled and said:

"Come here."

"Just give me a shot."

Everyone paused when they saw the joke. When they heard the sound coming from the direction of Helian Lianyang, they felt a little hesitant. Although they were mentally prepared, they were still afraid when they really reached this point.

Then I found out that the friend of Helian Lianyang was talking was Helian Lianyang's friend. I didn't know if he was suggesting by Helian Lianyang, and I didn't know what to do for a moment.

In a quiet state, the Hu woman suddenly laughed and said with some meaning:

"I heard that in the Qin Dynasty, men were looking for courtesans, and they were popular to light lanterns and write poems on the lampshade. If they like that courtesan, they would use jade hammers to hit the jade plate. It turned out..."

Her voice paused deliberately, looked around and said:

"Is this the name in the Central Plains Flower Tower Painting Boat?"

"But I don't know how many times it was?"

Everyone was silent for a while, and then they burst into laughter, accompanied by the romantic malicious jokes.

Wang Anfeng frowned.

The other party rescued him, but he also suffered such ridicule.

No matter what, I cannot stand by and watch.

The strings rise slightly.

Zhou Hebi knew the reason for this situation in his heart.

The contradictions have shifted, which is normal.

It is better to say that the conflicts and contradictions between the Great Qin and the Northern Hungary are almost extremely large, but there has been no major conflict in fifty years and have been suppressed by them. Young people are inevitably eager to try when they see the Qin people.

The reason is that Qin was originally a deserted and remote place bordering the Northern Hungarians.

The Hungarians once plundered in Wu and raging in the borders. The Central Plains have always suffered from this. Now, when the Emperor of Qin was 30 years old, the father of the Emperor of Qin personally led 300,000 dragon-soaring iron cavalry to the north, stepped onto the northern territory, and killed the previous generation of Northern Huns, breaking the legend that the Central Plains was unable to fight.

The nobles here all have armor covered with war marks in their homes.

All of our ancestors participated in that battle.

In other words, all elders died in the largest battles between the Central Plains and the Northern Hungary in a century, which was a deep hatred buried deep in the heart.

There was no victory or defeat that time.

The Northern Hungarians fought bloodily, but the Qin Dynasty was not easy either.

At that time, the Emperor of Qin had just celebrated his 30th birthday.

He was on the edge of the grassland, stepping on the river water, and his eyes were filled with the world, as if burning flames that would never go cold. He drank a pot of wine at the grassland, white tin-filled horse milk wine, muttered and said that he wanted to drink it later, which made King Khan retreat for thirty miles in fear.

"It's impossible to catch here. The grassland is too big, and there will always be grazing people."

"But don't stretch your claws. Never stretch your claws. The emperor behind it is my son, and then my grandson. He stretches out a finger, I chop one claw, and I stretch out one claw, and I chop a pair of them."
To be continued...