Niuhu fled in a hurry, and the screaming followers on the ground climbed up and disappeared at the end of the long street.
"Whoa!"
Yang Zhi sheathed the sword, grabbed the luggage on the ground, put the iron-pointed steel gun on his shoulder, turned around and prepared to leave.
Chu Feifan glanced sideways at Zhao Yun and saw him striding forward to Yang Zhi: "Wait a moment, strong man, I wonder if you can still sell this knife?"
Yang Zhi turned around and looked at Zhao Yun. Seeing his majestic appearance, heroic appearance, and vast righteousness, he knew that he must be different from a dandy like Niu Hu.
"Sell it for one hundred taels of silver!"
Zhao Yun reached into his arms, took out a bag of silver and threw it to Yang Zhi, saying loudly: "It's exactly one hundred taels, you can count some!"
"No need, I trust you!"
Yang Zhi raised his hand and grabbed the money bag flying in front of him. At the same time, he stretched out his arm and threw the big knife to Zhao Yun.
"A sword matches a hero, a talent matches a beautiful woman!"
"This sword fell into the hands of the young master. It can be regarded as a good destination. Let's say goodbye and hope to see you again in the future."
Say it.
Yang Zhi put the money bag in his arms, stood up and squeezed into the crowd, but at this moment a domineering and powerful voice sounded, and the people on the long street quickly stood in two rows, and a passage was opened, only to see Niuhu following him.
Two young men in brocade clothes walked up from behind.
"What a saying: A sword matches a hero!"
"I want this magical sword. I wonder if you can bear the pain and part with it!"
Meng Kun's eyes rested on the sword in Zhao Yun's hand, his pupils flashed with brilliance, his face showed a look of love, and his deep and powerful voice sounded.
"Mr. Meng, that is a peerless magic weapon. I originally wanted to buy this knife as a gift to you, but this man didn't know what to do. Not only did he refuse to sell the knife, he even injured me."
Niuhu's exaggeration and jealousy completely distorted the facts of what happened. Meng Kun was no mediocre person either. He glanced sideways at Niuhu with disgust.
"Okay, you have done a lot of evil in the Imperial City. If you hadn't taken it by force, how could others have hurt you?"
"But for the sake of the news you sent me about the sword, you can get out now, or else I'll beat you until your mother doesn't even recognize you."
Meng Kun has never disdained being with Niu Hu. Today he is having a good time. He finally asked Baili Mojin to go out to play with him. He heard from Niu Hu that there was a sword being sold on the street. Meng Kun, who is obsessed with weapons, heard the news.
But they couldn't miss the treasured sword, so Niuhu took them to the place where Yang Zhi sold the sword.
"Sorry, someone has already bought this knife and has no intention of selling it. I'm really sorry!"
Zhao Yun held the sword tightly in his hand, chuckled lightly, and said loudly.
"Xuanling, are the two people here Meng Kun and Baili Mojin?"
"That's right, although Master Meng Kun never bullies the people, he is the most obsessed with weapons in the imperial city. He even went to Master Ou Yezi's weapons factory more than a hundred times, but was refused entry."
"He fell in love with this precious sword today, I'm afraid it will be very difficult for him to deal with it!"
Fang Xuanling had heard for a long time that Meng Kun liked weapons, and knew that he would not give up if he could not get the sword.
"A sharp blade is a very dangerous thing. Meng Kun is so obsessed with it. No wonder he always exudes a faint bloodthirsty aura."
"This kid is full of rage. If he can't control it better, he will be in great trouble in the future!"
Chu Feifan looked at Meng Kun who was walking towards Zhao Yun, frowned, and said in a firm voice.
Fang Xuanling agreed very much with his judgment. Weapons are very dangerous, so all weapons are full of teeth and claws, and have a hateful appearance. Meng Kun fell in love with this, and he may have been full of hostility in his heart.
"A gentleman does not win anyone's love. The sword on your waist is already a magic weapon that is one of the best in the world. I think you are also a lover of weapons. Since you are a person in the passage, I hope you will give Meng Kun a good deal. Today, give this sword to me.
, I will thank you for the great favor when I see you in the future."
Meng Kun spoke impeccably and quite elegantly. Zhao Yun glanced sideways at Chu Feifan and saw that he was silent. He turned around and said calmly:
"Your Excellency is a very knowledgeable person. In this case, I'm sorry, but I don't want to give up this sword!"
Hear the sound.
Meng Kun's face became ferocious, his eyes burst into anger, and a vast amount of violence burst out from his figure.
"All good things to say, since Your Excellency doesn't know how to praise, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"boom!"
A loud noise was heard, and the bluestone slabs on the long street exploded. Meng Kun's figure rose into the sky, and his clenched fists shattered the void and came towards Zhao Yun.
In Zhao Yun's eyes, Meng Kun was just a young boy. How could he take his attack seriously? With a calm look on his face, he grasped the handle of the knife tightly and raised his hand to meet the incoming fists.
"Why do you want to take things by force like Niuhu?"
"boom!"
"boom!"
Meng Kun hit his body with both fists, and a huge zhenqi turbulence arose, with ripples flying around. The clothes of the people on the long street flew up, and sand and rocks flew on the ground.
Zhao Yun's voice remained motionless, while Meng Kun was knocked backwards and forced to retreat dozens of meters before struggling to stabilize his body.
Meng Kun was horrified, and the sharp cold light flashed in his slender eyes. He did not expect that Zhao Yunyun's light blow could actually knock him back dozens of meters.
The people on the long street looked stunned. Meng Kun was the strongest martial artist among the four young men in the capital. Unexpectedly, he was not the enemy of Zhao Yun. The people were full of curiosity about Zhao Yun's identity.
"Zilong, don't get entangled with him, let's leave now!"
Chu Feifan's calm voice sounded, and he turned and walked towards the end of the long street. Zhao Yun followed closely behind, completely ignoring Meng Kun.
Meng Kun rolled his sleeves and watched the three people leaving, his eyes filled with anger. He stood up and dragged Baili Mojin after him.
"No one can leave today without leaving the sword behind!"
Although Meng Kun is the son of the General's Mansion, he has been studying under Longnan Cliff. He has only returned to the capital for three months. Emperor Chu has always been his role model, but he has never been able to meet the emperor, so at this time
Chu Feifan stood in front of him, but Meng Kun didn't know his true identity.
"My young master bought the precious sword. I hope you won't pester me, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Zhao Yun's cold voice sounded, and Meng Kun focused his gaze on Chu Feifan. He saw that his face was sharp and angular, his eyes were dark and deep, and he looked gentle and elegant. Although he was noble and elegant, his figure did not have the slightest fluctuation of true energy. Why?
Probably someone who dances with guns and sticks.
"Since the sword was bought by your young master, I will discuss with him to see if I can give the sword away!"
"Don't say too much. I love this sword so much. Why should I force it on others? If you really like it and defeat my followers, you can use this sword."
Chu Feifan chuckled lightly, Meng Ye is the uncle of the country, and his son can also be regarded as a royal relative. If he were to travel through time, Meng Kun would be his cousin. He didn't want to embarrass Meng Kun too much, and wanted him to know
Retreat from difficulty.
As soon as Meng Kun thought of Zhao Yun's strength, he wanted to retreat. His thoughts whirled, his eyes flashed cunningly, and there was a smirk on his lips.
"Since you are a lover of swords, you must have good martial arts skills. I don't want to fight with your entourage, so I will run away and fight you!"
"Don't say that I won't give you a chance. You can compete in martial arts or martial arts. If you can win, I will give up holding on to this sword."
When it comes to competing with Chu Fei in martial arts, Meng Kun is just like showing off his sword in front of Guan Gong, not afraid of showing his embarrassment.
Chu Feifan didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but then he thought about it and took this opportunity to take a closer look to see if Meng Kun and Baili Mojin were just people with false reputations.
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