Who are you to make trouble? This is a poetry event, not a place for you warrior barbarians to mess around. Please leave quickly!" Xia Houxuan stared at the cyan figure with a gloomy face and an ugly face. His hands were under his sleeves.
They couldn't help but hold on tightly.
He finally got the situation under control. He thought he was sure of victory, but he didn't expect someone to suddenly come out and disrupt the situation. Isn't it irritating?
Xia Houxuan now wants to eat this man alive.
The young man in Tsing Yi floated on the rooftop of Zhenjiang. His hair was combed, and his two bangs hung down from both sides of his forehead. His face was handsome, his eyes were like deep pools, and he looked elegant. He was holding a bottle of wine in his hand and kept drinking it.
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The drink was dripping from the corner of his mouth inadvertently, and he exuded an unconventional and bold temperament.
The noisy people on both sides of the river suddenly fell silent, and their eyes focused on the young man drinking.
This young man is so courageous. He actually dares to disgrace Mr. Xiahou in front of so many people. He is not afraid of offending the other party at all. Who gives him such confidence that he can enjoy himself alone? It seems that he has eaten the courage of a leopard today.
It's not the same one.
"It's ridiculous that you don't know who I am!" The young man in green shook his head and laughed, not caring about the other person's cannibalistic gaze.
Xia Houxuan said coldly: "Your Excellency, who is it that you have the guts to tell me your name? I'm afraid it would be inappropriate for a martial artist to participate in this literati poetry event!"
"Sign up, just sign up, do you think I'm afraid of you!" The young man in green robe wiped the corner of his mouth, looked at the other party with a crooked eye, and said with a careless look.
"I don't change my name in business, and I don't change my surname in office, so it's Zhuo Feifan! If you have the guts, bite me!" The young man named Zhuo Feifan sneered.
In a restaurant not far away, Lu Chen watched this scene with great interest.
It was really lively today, one innate strong person came one after another. It seemed that this event was more exciting than I imagined.
I don’t know where this young man named Zhuo Feifan came from. He actually dared to disgrace a member of that aristocratic family in public. He seemed to be a man who was not afraid of trouble!
"Zhuo Feifan, this name seems a bit familiar!" Xia Houxuan frowned when he heard the other party introduced himself.
The gray-robed swordsman behind him said coldly: "This Zhuo Feifan walks the earth and is known as the prodigal son of the world. He comes from Guiluo Island and has the strength of a sword master. He is a difficult character!"
Hearing the words of his personal guard, Uncle Zhong, Xia Houxuan frowned even more: "Another Sword Master, why are they coming one after another today!"
"Young master, let's forget it and don't cause trouble. Today's grand event seems a bit unusual. Before leaving, the master also told the master not to cause trouble!" The gray running swordsman held a crimson heavy sword and said in a solemn tone.
Zhuo Feifan sat on the roof, holding a wine bottle, looking down at a group of literati in the river, showing a mean smile.
"What Monk Nahua said just now is right. You are all a group of people who are just seeking fame and reputation. You are reading the books of sages in vain!"
"Why make friends with poetry and talk about elegance!"
"Huh, that's pure bullshit!"
"Isn't it just because this girl from the Luo family looks good-looking?"
"Isn't it just to see people rich and powerful?"
"If they were just ugly, would you still come here so actively and talk about elegance?"
"Toad wants to eat swan meat, don't deceive yourself, go to bed!" Zhuo Feifan took a sip of wine, looked sideways at the crowd of excited people below, and secretly chuckled.
This group of literati who came here specifically for the Luo family's daughter heard Zhuo Feifan belittle them like this. Even if they were good-hearted, they all became so angry that they looked extremely ugly.
Some romantic talents with a bad temper even cursed directly. "Hey, who are you!"
"If you want to disrupt the situation, come down quickly!"
"How unbecoming is it to be so immoral and immoral!"
"Zhuo, please don't speak obscenely, slander others, or insult the eternal saints here. Miss Nangong is here, and you are not as arrogant as you are!"
Seeing the group of people pointing and pointing below, Zhuo Feifan smiled disdainfully. A group of weak and weak scholars dared to challenge him. They were really overestimating their capabilities!
"A bunch of drunkards and ricebags, why are you shouting so loudly? I'm right here, come and bite me!" Zhuo Feifan muttered, unmoved at all.
Nangong Jin stood in the Zhenjiang Tower, holding the Feixue Sword in his hand, watching this scene with cold eyes, as if he was standing by and watching.
On the other hand, Miss Luo Xiangling looked embarrassed.
She has read a lot of books since she was a child, has a wealth of knowledge, is full of knowledge, and highly respects the way of sages.
Therefore, we have carefully prepared this poetry event to spread the trend of literature and guide others to do good deeds and abandon martial arts and follow literature.
Unexpectedly, in the end, so many disputes would arise for no reason, which really made her feel quite distressed.
When Butler Kou saw Zhuo Feifan who suddenly ran out, his expression changed for a long time, and then he laughed loudly: "It turns out to be Zhuo Feifan, the prodigal son of the world, Zhuo Daxia!"
"This grand poetry event is attended by such heroes and heroes. I am honored to meet you!"
Zhuo Feifan glanced at the smiling old man, put a straw in his mouth, and said casually: "Hey, old man, please don't misunderstand me!"
"I'm actually not here to attend this grand event, and I don't mean to disrupt the situation!"
"We martial arts practitioners really shouldn't come to participate in this grand gathering of scholars!"
"But Master, I have a problem, that is, I can't rub the sand out of my eyes!"
"I just heard that someone was being domineering here. I didn't like it, so I came here!"
When Butler Kou heard Zhuo Feifan's explanation, he was speechless and didn't know what to say.
This Zhuo Feifan is really courageous. He actually dares to disgrace Young Master Xiahou in front of so many people. What is he planning to do? To act chivalrously when the road is unfair?
Is your brain flooded?
Butler Kou immediately kept silent, did not get involved in the muddy waters, and quietly watched the development of the situation.
When the common people on both sides of the river heard Zhuo Feifan's arrogant and arrogant words, they immediately started talking, and the sounds of ridicule and ridicule could be heard endlessly.
The whole poetry event is getting more and more lively.
Those romantic talents who had been coerced and intimidated by Xia Houxuan before heard this and couldn't help laughing.
This Zhuo Feifan is really brave. He dares to ridicule Mr. Xiahou so blatantly and is not afraid of getting into trouble. It is really admirable.
Evil people will be punished by evil people!
When Xia Houxuan, who was standing on the cruise ship, heard the harsh sound, he immediately became unhappy and said with a low expression: "Zhuo Feifan, right? From what you say, I just don't like it!"
"Haha, I didn't say that, but if you think so, there's nothing I can do about it!" Zhuo Feifan spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and said in a frivolous tone, without any regard for the so-called Xia Hou.
The identity of the Crown Prince is taken seriously.
The noble Xia Houxuan is so angry!
In Danyang City, even Nangong Wentian, a member of the Nangong family, was polite to him when he saw him, let alone ordinary people.
No matter where they go in Canglan Continent, the Xiahou family members have never experienced this kind of birdiness.
This person is actually humiliating and teasing him in public, thinking that I, Xia Houxuan, can't be squeezed out of clay! "Uncle Zhong, kill him for me!" Hearing the bursts of ridicule coming from around him, Xia Houxuan was so angry that his liver burst and he was panting.
The red eyes are scarier than a man-eating beast.
When the man named Uncle Zhong saw his young master's ferocious face, he felt bad and his bad temper broke out again.
He quickly said: "Sir, this is inside Danyang City. The children of the Nangong family are here. It is not easy for them to do anything. Please think twice!"
"I don't care, I must let this kid die today, even if I have to break his legs and hands, otherwise I won't be able to swallow this breath!" Xia Houxuan gritted his teeth and stared at Xia Houxuan, recalling the arrogant look on his face just now,
He was so angry that he was shaking all over.
Xiahou Xuan is a direct descendant of the Xiahou family. He is the sixth in the younger generation and has mediocre qualifications. However, he was born in a wealthy family and has been accustomed to being arrogant and domineering since he was a child.
Relying on his family background, he often brings harm to others.
"Sir, if you kill people in Danyang City, I can't afford it if the master blames you!" Uncle Zhong said with a troubled face.
Xia Houxuan gritted his teeth and shouted: "I'll take care of anything, Uncle Zhong, just take action, what are you afraid of!"
"Does the Nangong family still dare to embarrass me, huh?"
When Uncle Zhong heard this, he glanced around with sharp eyes. After a moment of silence, he understood his master's temper.
Once this guy gets angry, he will not recognize his relatives, and he can do all kinds of crazy things.
It seems that if he doesn't take action today, it won't work.
Thinking of this, Uncle Zhong kicked the ground with his feet and instantly rushed towards the figure on the roof.
"Oh, I couldn't help it after just a few words. You scholars are so stingy. Oh, it's in vain to read the books of sages!" Seeing the middle-aged man in gray robes behind Xia Houxuan rushing towards him, Zhuo Feifan suddenly screamed strangely.
One sound.
"Boy, don't you know that you have to think twice before you act? Misfortune will come from your words?"
"I offended someone you shouldn't have offended today. Let me teach you a lesson!" The middle-aged man in gray robe named Uncle Zhong rushed over and drew his sword like lightning.
With a brush, a violent crimson sword light lit up, and the powerful sword energy instantly locked onto Zhuo Feifan!
"Come on, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson!" Zhuo Feifan slapped his sword behind him and made a sudden dive in the air.
With a clang, the sharp blue sword light instantly shone across the sky and the earth, piercing the sky with a swift slash!
Two swords containing powerful force collided together in mid-air instantly.
There was a loud bang, the violent sword energy shook in all directions, and the calm river stirred up a turbulent wave.
The sudden scene caught countless people by surprise.
The cruise ships moored on the river were suddenly shaken by the turbulent water, and many figures were overturned and fell into the river awkwardly.
"ah!"
"Help!"
"Sir, run quickly!"
Most of the people on the cruise ship were literati and poets who had no time to escape. Together with their accompanying servants, they were knocked directly into the river, slapping the surface of the river and shouting wildly.
The people on both sides of the river also rushed into the alley behind, watching from a distance the two sword masters fighting on the river, and they were all frightened.
The whole scene turned into a mess.
Nangong Jin stood in Zhenjiang Tower, looking solemnly at the two people fighting on the river, and her beautiful thin eyebrows suddenly knitted together.
It was like one wave after another. I had just chased away a wine monk, but unexpectedly, a prodigal knight suddenly ran out. With a few words, I angered Mr. Xiahou. The two sides broke out into conflicts and started fighting.