Di Qing felt like something was stuck in his throat. He took a sip of wine angrily and complained softly: "I lent you my sword, but you still called me cheap!"
Liu Chi, who was sitting not far from Di Qing, rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "General Di, they are praising your sword as a good sword!"
"Humph, it's just a compliment, why do you need to say it so many times!"
Yan Xiaoqing turned around and faced the general: "I don't have any weapons that I am good at. I wonder which general is willing to offer his sword?"
There was sudden silence all around.
The generals all looked away, as if they hadn't heard.
The relationship between Yan Guo and Xia Guo is equivalent to the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. They are incompatible with each other.
Not to mention that Di Qing's sword has been lent out, even if he had not lent it out, he would not be able to lend it to Yan Xiaoqing. The people of Xia State are so upright!
Don't you have a handful in your waistband? I looked at Yan Xiaoqing who was asking for trouble with great confusion.
"It is said that those who excel in swordsmanship never leave their bodies with their swords. Prince Yan is going to make people laugh today!" Di Qing laughed loudly, stroking his thick beard.
Batuzi looked embarrassed. He probably had a good relationship with Yan Xiaoqing, but since everyone was present, it was difficult to lend a helping hand, so he could only comfort him with his eyes.
Everyone didn't buy Yan Xiaoqing's fault, Yan Xiaoqing didn't feel embarrassed at all, he just stood there and looked at me and smiled!
What are you looking at me for? I don’t have a sword with me! I quickly turned away and looked at Xia Yan.
Xia Yan caught my gaze and turned away, avoiding eye contact with me. It seemed to mean, if you don't have it, why don't I have it?
"Your Majesty, I wanted to show my humiliation, but I have no weapons. It seems that I will not have the chance to compete with Duke An Guo in this competition!"
He cupped his hands towards me with an apologetic smile on his face.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it would be great if I could not compete.
"I'll lend you my seat!" Someone stood up.
I took a closer look, and it turned out to be Liuchi.
If you guessed correctly, Liu Chi is the national master, right? Shouldn’t the national master only have spell stickers and magic weapons? Why is he suddenly carrying a sword on his body?
Liu Chi ignored everyone's indignant looks, pulled out a silver sword from nowhere and threw it over, and Yan Xiaoqing caught it.
"Thank you!"
"Remember to return it to me when you're done!" Liu Chi said calmly.
At this time, Xia Yan was watching everything below with great interest, but I no longer had the energy to guess where Liu Chi drew the sword from.
Buzz buzz... Yan Xiaoqing shook his silver sword, and a long chirping sound immediately came from the sword. The generals were collectively shocked: "What kind of weapon is this?"
Di Qing's Black Iron Sword is already very impressive, but compared with the one in Yan Xiaoqing's hand, the Black Iron Sword is nothing!
"Frost Sword, this is the Frost Sword!" Di Qing held the wine glass and shouted loudly.
Yan Xiaoqing smiled and said nothing, shook the sword and said: "I'm sorry!"
In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, like a volcano suddenly erupting, without warning at all, and two trance-like shadows suddenly collided together.
The sky was thundering and the earth was fire, and figures were flying.
With a clang, two swords, one black and one silver, intersected. The father's face was only a few inches away from Yan Xiaoqing's. After a brief moment of looking at each other, the two quickly jumped away.
But at the moment when it bounced away, both of them were striking with their swords!
A strong gas emitted from around their bodies, and the next moment they heard the tea cup on the table crackle and break into pieces.
"Di Qing, can I sit behind you?" Uncle Xiahou Liancheng suddenly jumped up from his seat and huddled next to Di Qing!
