Jiang Chen looked towards Wen Xin, who saw a trace of smile on the corner of his mouth. He stared at Jiang Chen, wanting to see how this young man would react when he learned his identity.
Disappointingly, apart from a little surprise, there were no other emotions, nor was there any fear because of the attitude just now.
His eyes seemed to say: "Even if you were the princess, I would still say what you just said."
Yang Jianwei suddenly glared at Jiang Chen and Hong Feiyu, and shouted: "Hong Feiyu, you are really down, you make friends with everyone, this guy came out of nowhere, and you actually brought him to offend the princess!"
"No, I didn't know Sister Wen Xin was here when I came here." Hong Feiyu said.
"Humph, you're still quibbling!"
Yang Jianwei didn't listen at all. His eyes fell on Jiang Chen and said: "Boy, did you talk to the princess just now? Did you want to eat swan meat like a lazy toad?"
This explains why he came.
Someone must have seen Jiang Chen talking to Wen Xin just now, and then ran to inform the princess's admirer.
Jiang Chen didn't expect there to be such naive people in this world.
"So? Is it possible that the princess belongs to your family? You still want to restrict other people's rights to talk to her?" Jiang Chen said coldly.
Wen Xin's eyes were a little brighter now. This guy seemed to be a newborn calf not afraid of tigers. He didn't take the princess's status seriously, even Yang Jianwei did the same.
She really wanted to see what Jiang Chen was capable of.
"What did you say?"
Yang Jianwei was stunned for a moment, and everyone following him looked like he had seen a ghost.
Hong Feiyu quickly pulled Jiang Chen and signaled him not to be impulsive.
"I speak human language." Jiang Chen said.
"You are so brave. You are the first one who dares to talk to me like this. Tell me your name!"
"Childish." Jiang Chen responded with a sneer.
Yang Jianwei was extremely angry and cursed: "Listen carefully, no matter what wishful thinking you have about the princess, I advise you to get away, otherwise there will be no place for you in Kowloon City."
"Really?" Jiang Chen asked back.
"Are you questioning me?" Yang Jianwei's face turned red.
Jiang Chen shrugged, glanced at Wen Xin who remained silent, and said: "I have no wishful thinking about anyone, I just communicate normally. You think you are majestic and have to take care of everything, just because I am an outsider? You just
Can you reprimand at will and expect others not to refute?"
At the end of the sentence, he showed a playful smile.
Yang Jianwei was furious. He could understand Jiang Chen's smile, which was saying to him: "Who do you think you are?"
"Okay, okay, then do you dare to fight me?"
"Brother Jianwei, I can defeat him without you coming." The young man who blocked Jiang Chen just now stood up.
"Okay! Zhao Jun, teach him a lesson!"
Yang Jianwei gritted his teeth and gave Jiang Chen a fierce look.
Zhao Jun is a beginner in the middle stage of Juyuan Realm and has superb swordsmanship.
He saw that Jiang Chen was young and his level was only at the peak of his early stage, so he wanted to show off in front of everyone.
Jiang Chen thought of this person's face in blocking him just now, and became interested, and said: "Okay, I also want to experience the power of the young talents in Kowloon City, but I have to bet on something."
"What are you betting on?" Yang Jianwei asked.
"If this guy loses, apologize to my friend. You just called him a loser. This is very uncultured."
Hong Feiyu is a very kind-hearted person, Jiang Chen can see that, but being bullied all the time has made him introverted and weak.
"oh?"
Even Hong Feiyu himself didn't expect Jiang Chen to make this request, which made him feel a strange feeling in his heart.
In Kowloon City, because of his unsatisfactory performance and Yang Jianwei's bullying, he had almost no friends.
He tried to make friends, but it didn't take long before those people couldn't stand the sight of "walking with Kowloon City trash" and severed ties with him.
He was also deceived, and some people got a lot of benefits from him and then left him.
Yang Jianwei would not give in, but he was not the one to do it, so he was inevitably a little worried.
"Don't embarrass me." He said to Zhao Jun.
"Don't worry, Brother Jianwei."
Wen Xin, who wanted to see what Jiang Chen was capable of, said nothing and stood on the side.
"Come on, country bumpkin." Zhao Jun glanced at what Jiang Chen was wearing and smiled disdainfully.
Jiang Chen felt the sword energy on his body and still held the sword in his right hand.
Naturally, there was no amazing sword energy emanating from his body, and the sword in his hand did not roar.
"A loser who hasn't even reached the sword point yet dares to yell at Brother Jianwei."
Realizing this, Zhao Jun sneered. If he did not reach the sword point, he would be vulnerable to a blow and not worth mentioning.
"Teach him a lesson." Yang Jianwei felt relieved and folded his hands on his chest.
"no problem!"
"The first form: Transformation of the Divine Sword!"
Zhao Jun was cruel and merciless, and his sword energy blew the fallen leaves on the ground and swept them away.
On the other hand, Jiang Chen has not performed dazzlingly so far.
The sword was drawn out with the right hand, and the sword style was normal and average, which made Yang Jianwei and others laugh loudly.
"Spiral strength!"
However, Jiang Chen suddenly smiled and quietly circulated his true energy.
The iron sword seemed to be surrounded by invisible energy, rotating along the tip of the sword.
With a snap, the aggressive Zhao Jun was thrown away and broke a fist-sized bamboo.
"this……"
The sudden change is puzzling, and the smiles on the faces of Yang Jianwei and others have not disappeared.
"Damn it, you're hiding your realm and cheating?!" Yang Jianwei couldn't understand how Jiang Chen did it, so he could only guess.
"He was the one who challenged me, and my realm is indeed at its early peak. It's just that you people are not up to par. How can you be called a genius?" Jiang Chen sneered.
"Damn it! You are looking for death!" Yang Jianwei heard what he said and wanted to teach him a lesson.
"What? In front of the princess, someone wants to break his word?"
Wen Xin felt a little strange when she heard Jiang Chen suddenly mention the word princess. She felt that Jiang Chen was much more interesting than the others.
"I'm competing with you. If I lose, I will not only apologize to Hong Feiyu, but also..." Yang Jianwei glanced at Wen Xin and temporarily suppressed his anger.
"Don't."
Jiang Chen interrupted what he was going to say next and said: "One thing is one thing, one by one. You apologize first, and then I will compare with you."
Yang Jianwei's face was gloomy, and he suddenly reacted and said: "You mean you are willing to fight me?"
"What if?"
"good."
Yang Jianwei said and came to Hong Feiyu.
"You have to be sincere, otherwise I won't bet with you if I think you don't care about the bet." Jiang Chen said.
"Damn it!"
Yang Jianwei, who originally planned to do it perfunctorily, had to take a deep breath and said forcefully: "Hong Feiyu, what I just said was wrong. Don't take it to heart."
"snort."
Hong Feiyu raised his head proudly, not bothering to pay him any attention.
This made Yang Jianwei so angry that his face twisted, and he couldn't wait to come to Jiang Chen.
"Now, even if you don't agree, I will beat you until your parents don't recognize you." Yang Jianwei said coldly.
"I didn't say I wouldn't agree." Jiang Chen said.
"Enough!"
Wen Xin suddenly spoke, standing between the two of them, "Yang Jianwei, you stood up for me, but you never asked me for my opinion. What's the point? Also, you have reached the middle stage of the Juyuan Realm and mastered the sword point. Are you planning to bully others?"
"
Her words made Jiang Chen change his view of her a lot.
At least she still had a conscience. She first threatened Yang Jianwei and told him about his realm and swordsmanship to stop herself from messing around.
"Just wait for me!"
Yang Jianwei was of course unwilling to give in. He glared at Jiang Chen and turned to leave.
As long as Jiang Chen is still in Kowloon City, he will have a way to deal with it!
"You take care of yourself."
Wen Xin glanced at Jiang Chen, grabbed the hilt of the sword with her hand, the blade pressed against the back of her arm, and left briskly.
"Jiang Chen, come to my house, otherwise Yang Jianwei will definitely make trouble for you." Hong Feiyu said.
He already regarded Jiang Chen as a friend.
"Um!"
Before that, Jiang Chen is going to the Stone Statue Square to understand the sword meaning of the sword marks.