A battle between one man and one country in Beimang.
It really shocked a lot of people. If it hadn't been for the Wu Ping review, Deng Tai'a would have been ranked below Chen Jun.
Nowadays, many of Chen Jun's fans of martial arts and swordsmen are vying with admirers of Deng Tai'a.
Everyone was talking about their own things, shouting about his record, while Deng Tai'a angrily said that the two of them had never played against each other, let alone Wang Xianzhi, so the record didn't count.
The controversy was aroused, and everyone had a point.
And as time went by, the debate about who was stronger and who was weaker between the two sword gods, Deng Tai'a and Chen Jun, spread throughout the world, but neither of the two people involved made any move.
The old monster from Emperor Wu City looked down at the clouds and watched with cold eyes.
No matter who wins or loses, it seems difficult to shake his throne. Even if someone wins, he will face him in the end.
No matter what, Chen Jun's voice in the world is getting louder and louder, and he has even surpassed Deng Tai'a in the number of fans.
If he had not kept a low profile and had not spread those down-to-earth anecdotes and rumors of hoeing the strong and supporting the weak, his fame would have surpassed that of Wang Xianzhi.
Jiangnan Road.
Xu Fengnian raised his head and glanced at the words "Yangchun City" written in seal script on the top of the city. He pursed his lips and rushed in. Then a hundred flying horses rushed in behind him, not caring about the surprised expression of the captain next to him.
Qingqi penetrated the city gate.
More than a hundred standard knives with cool and graceful shapes shine brightly in the door hole after being unsheathed.
No one dared to move.
After entering the city, Xu Fengnian and his group went straight up to find a restaurant. After being taken to the second floor and seated by the waiter, the place was very busy and overcrowded. They saw that the diners were divided into two groups. There were grandparents and granddaughters by the window talking about Jiangnan Pingtan. Xu Fengnian and the old man
The Sword God and others sat down and realized that they were talking about the battle in Beimang.
The old grandson and granddaughter were telling stories blindly, and the little girl was sitting on a small bench, playing the pipa. The pipa was of inferior quality, and her skills were raw, far from being a natural sound.
The blind artist had not been talking for long. When His Royal Highness started drinking, he finished a little warm-up piece, talking about how Chen Jun fought against the Beimang Army God Tuoba Bodhisattva. However, it seemed that not many diners were willing to listen. Xu Fengnian and
The old sword god was drinking wine face to face. After thinking for a while, he waved to the waiter to bring a bowl of Jiangnan wine to the grandfather and grandson downstairs.
The blind old storyteller put the wine bowl in his hand, and when he got excited, he raised his hand to take a sip of wine.
"What do you think of the old sword god?" Xu Fengnian asked.
Li Chungang stuffed a few peanuts into his mouth and said, "The song is very melodious and melodious."
Hiss... Xu Fengnian shook his head: "Old man, you are pretending to be confused. You know what I am talking about. Don't you have any feelings when my teacher fights with Beimang?"
"I don't have any feelings. I'm so brave, no worse than Wang Xianzhi!"
"That's useless." Xu Fengnian continued to shake his head: "I remember what the teacher said to Xu Xiao in Beiliang. Facing Beimang, Liyang will only have more luck for him.
Empress Beimang treated the teacher to a meal, and she gave him 10% off, and 30% of the country's destiny, what's the concept, let alone Liyang, do you think sir can fight?"
"What do you think?" Li Chungang asked while eating peanuts, "Everyone knows that Beimang's national destiny was cut by 30%. If there were still people who couldn't detect his travel destination before, now he only needs to move Jiangnan, Wudang, Beiliang,
When we are connected with Beimang, his purpose becomes obvious."
"I know." Xu Fengnian took a sip of wine dejectedly, "But Beimang is not as good as Liyang. The Spring and Autumn Period here is at its peak, and there are countless masters in the world. According to Xu Xiao's information, the Liyang Dynasty is already mobilizing, and the teacher is under pressure.
If you are injured and act rashly, you may easily encounter danger."
"If you're worried about him, it's better to worry about you."
Li Chungang was in a calm and relaxed state, while Xu Fengnian was restless.
The blind storyteller struck a dozen bamboo sticks and drank three sips of wine.
Talk about the low cry of sword coming.
It is said that the sword killed the true dragon of Beimang's national destiny.
He said that the eighteen thousand were called Wuliu's "Wuliu" swords, and drove Tuoba Bodhisattva out of the city.
"Smelly blind man, don't you know that Yangchun City can't have any deeds of that warrior?"
Suddenly, an angry shout interrupted the storyteller, and the bench whizzed away. The granddaughter next to him jumped forward in fear and slapped her on the forehead, causing blood to splash on the table.
"Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong, Xiao Hong!!!"
The old blind man howled in pain, but was greeted with sarcastic laughter.
"Fuck you."
Seeing this scene in front of him, thinking about what happened to his sister Xu Zhihu in this city, Xu Fengnian picked up a bench and went into a rage!
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On the day of the summer solstice, it is popular in the Huaibei area, two rivers away from the Yangtze River, to meet up with friends for an outing.
In the wild, when the flowers were in full bloom, the blue waves on both sides of the bank were rippling, and the scenery was pleasant. The official roads on both sides were filled with luxurious carriages. At this time, a slow carriage drove by. It was inconspicuous compared to those high-end and grand carriages.
"Qingfeng, how do you feel?"
"Much better." Xuanyuan Qingfeng's face turned rosy. He looked at the man holding the reins and riding the horse in front of him and said, "Sir, let me do it. Qingfeng deserves it."
"There's nothing to feel guilty about. You've been driving me for more than a year, and you haven't even sat on the carriage I just bought for a day yet."
"Sir, Qingfeng has no right to humiliate you like this."
"What kind of humiliation and qualifications? Your father is not as pedantic as you! We are all raised by our father and our mother. Who said that a man with a sword is nobler than a man with a hoe? Didn't Xu Fengnian have to beg for three years?"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng lost his voice at this moment. He didn't know whether he heard it or not. The cultivation was up to him. Chen Jun couldn't do anything about it. Passing by the wine shop on the river bank, the two got out of the carriage. The waiter in the open-air wine shop was quite an elf. They saw a fairy woman.
She was so beautiful and had an extraordinary bearing, so she quickly arranged for a good location. Although she said it was a good location, it was actually not much better outside on the roadside. It was just that the location was quiet and she could clearly see the beautiful people boating on the river.
After a while, the waiter served wine and food, including seasonal fresh fish from Huaibei, river shrimp supplemented with dried bamboo shoots, cabbage dishes, and common beef. Xuanyuan Qingfeng took two or three bites. Unless it was the food made by Chen Jun, she would not be able to eat it.
Although he doesn't like to eat much, Chen Jun is a foodie. He eats wherever he goes, chewing slowly and savoring the local flavors.
"You brat, how dare you eat the King's meal with a wooden sword on your waist?"
In the front left corner of the restaurant, the waiter suddenly led a few other waiters around a young man who looked poor.
The young man had an ordinary appearance and could stand out among the crowd, but he had a wooden sword slung around his waist. The sword was in the style of an ordinary martial arts sword, but a gourd and wine flask was hung on it.
The guys chuckled and looked around from the corners of their eyes, as if planning to take the opportunity to escape.
This king's meal is definitely eaten.
"Will you give me money?" the waiter yelled angrily.
"Can you give me credit? I'll keep this store in mind and I'll repay you tenfold when I become successful in the future." Pi, the young man with the wooden sword on his shoulder, said sheepishly.
"You want to eat the king's meal, right? Give me a fight!"
Three or four guys grabbed the young man with the wooden sword and wouldn't let go, punching and kicking him like a gust of wind and rain.
"Don't slap people in the face. Uncle Wen relies on this face to make a living in the world. If you ruin this face, you won't even recognize me in the future. How can you ask for money from me?"