Feng Baoyi was suddenly called out of his identity by him, and seemed slightly surprised, but since he had already been there, he knew that Wen Heng should not be underestimated, and his identity exposure was also within his expectation, so he nodded and said: : "Yes, it's me. How did you find out?"
Wen Heng said: "Take the world as the chessboard, regard all things as chess pieces, plan the layout, manipulate people's minds, intend to subvert the martial arts of the Central Plains, and even recruit all the people to find my troubles, except for the leader of the inner guard, I am afraid that it is difficult to find the second in the world. personal."
"Subvert the martial arts?" Feng Bao shook his head and said firmly, "These people have sores on their flesh. What the imperial court does now is to scrape bones to heal poison, and the strong men break their wrists. Only by eradicating the cancer of the martial arts in the Central Plains can the country and society be stable."
Wen Heng said: "The Central Plains martial arts have existed for thousands of years, and how many people are involved. Just relying on your gentle and ingenious 'scraping bones to cure poison', it would be too much to abandon the lives of these people. absurd."
"The eldest son of King Qing Wen Kezhen and the Liu clan of Wanlaimen escaped from Baoan Temple seven years ago and went to the gate of Qin Ling, the elder of the Yuquan Peak of the Chunjun faction. The rivers, lakes and grasses are mixed together, Wen Heng, have you forgotten your surname, do you really think that you are the same person as them?"
Wen Heng seemed to have heard a big joke, and laughed in surprise: "Why, Your Excellency didn't want to cut the grass and root, but to persuade me to change my evil ways?"
"Before I say this, why don't you think about it first, who gave me the reason I became a gangster? The remnants of rebelling against the Party are not enough. Do you want to give me another charge of 'disorganized party, thief and bandit'?"
Feng Baoyi looked at Wen Heng's deep eyes, as if through him he saw another heroic youth from decades ago. The blood relationship between father and son is really a wonderful thing. They are clearly two different people, but when they face each other head-on, the unruly temperament hidden under the gentle eyes is exactly the same.
"Back then, the reputation of Prince Qing's sickness spread all over the capital, and after the incident, there were many people who blocked it. I underestimated you, and I didn't get your results early. Instead, I told you to run away. Now that I think about it, it's really a failure." He turned his eyes away abruptly, and sighed in the night breeze, "The disease of ringworm and scabies has actually caused a serious problem for the confidant."
The whistling sound of the wind suddenly made a loud noise, and Wen Heng's body reacted instinctively before his consciousness, and quickly avoided to the left. As soon as Feng Bao shot his hand like lightning, the strong wind swirled, and he was wiping his cheek and rushing towards him. If he was hit this time, Wen Hengfei would have been hit by him and his skull would have been shattered.
"The cause of the past, the fruit of today," Wen Heng reacted faster, jumped up like lightning, turned his palms and slashed into the air, and in the blink of an eye he was close to Feng Baoyi, "Seven years ago, my father died in the palace for no apparent reason. , King Qing's mansion was destroyed overnight. Your Excellency is very good at suing the wicked first. I also want to ask you, what is the serious concern of your confidants, so that you are so afraid that you don't even care about your face, and you only dare to secretly kill the hero Xungui? !"
Feng Baoyi slammed Wen Heng's chest with his palm, his face did not change color, and said coldly, "Wen Kezhen committed the crime of treason, and he will die!"
"What a 'treachery'!" Wen Heng took a step back, turned his left palm into a fist, and hit Feng Baoyi's raised right arm with a "bang", then turned around and followed with one foot: "If my father really He committed a heinous crime, why didn't he tell the world for seven years? Why did he rush to kill people without even having a trial? Whether this case is 'treachery' or 'unwarranted', you know it in your own heart, why should you guess it? Are you pretending to be confused?"
Feng Baoyi turned his fist into a claw, grabbed Wen Heng's shoulder, and said: "Since you want to know so much, then go down and ask your parents!"
The two of them did not give in to each other, just as hot water was poured into a hot oil pan, which exploded at the touch of a touch, fists, shadows and palms were released together, dust and ashes were flying, and the two figures were inextricably entangled in the moonlight. The only thing in my ears was the whistling of the wind, and the surging waves of air overwhelmed the sound of the swords connecting below.
This person deserves to be the leader of the masters in the big inner circle. His martial arts are far beyond that of Han Nanfu and others. Even Gu Chuifang gave him three points. As for Wen Heng, although he was not well-known, his strength was enough to rank in the forefront of the martial arts in the Central Plains. Since the first battle of Siyou Mountain, he has hardly been defeated, and even in the first two fights with the nine masters, he felt that he still had room to spare. However, this time he faced Feng Baoyi. First, he was unprepared in a hurry. Second, his emotions were agitated and he couldn't restrain himself. Then he was inexperienced, and he was passively restrained everywhere. Feng Baoyi's coercion seemed to build up around him. No matter how hard he tried to try, it would be difficult to find a single crack to break through.
Generally speaking, when the two sides face each other, especially when the other side is an unfathomable master, everyone has the fear of war. Even if it is not very obvious, they tend to dodge more subconsciously when they do it. First, make sure that you can Get out of your body and think about counterattack. However, Wen Heng was in such a predicament, but as if he had no fear, he tried his best to attack in fifty or sixty moves, almost bucking the trend, chasing Feng Bao a dozen times desperately.
In his early years, he had a lot of experience in fighting the weak against the strong, and he knew that it was easier to break through the enemy quickly than to guard against it. Feng Baoyi's martial arts accomplishments are obviously better than his. Tonight, the fight between the two is so sudden. Only by grabbing a head start and overpowering the other side in a powerful manner can the opponent be afraid and choose to deal with it conservatively and cautiously. Squeeze out the odds for yourself.
Feng Bao's eyes were clear. In his eyes, no matter how powerful Wen Heng was, he was nothing more than a young, hairy boy. The previous several trials had roughly figured out Wen Heng's strength. Seeing that Wen Heng's moves became more urgent, he sneered: "No. Do it yourself!"
The two were a few feet away from each other, and he suddenly made a move, and a huge force suddenly rushed towards him. Wen Heng couldn't dodge, there was no way to avoid it, so he had to raise his hand and give him a slap.
This time, it was as if one hand was against a boulder that fell from the mountain. Wen Heng's veins suddenly burst from his right arm to his shoulder and neck, and his joints made an overwhelmed creaking sound. He gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles were as tight as iron, and the cold sweat of the forehead bean continued to slide down his temples, but he showed Feng Baoyi a bloody smile: "Don't talk too much—"
This smile was inexplicably dazzling, Feng Bao saw that he had reached the limit, and he only needed two more points of force to break Wen Heng's right arm on the spot. However, in the previous confrontation that they did not meet, Wen Heng broke the game by himself, and seriously injured a great master, which left a lot of shadows on him in the end. This kid has a deep scheming and high martial arts. He is by no means a fuel-efficient lamp. Although Feng Baoyi can firmly stand on the upper hand, he is still vigilant and does not dare to despise him as he appears on the face.
As soon as Wen Heng's remarks came out, Feng Baoyi was immediately alert, and his heart was really like this. At this moment, his mind was no longer focused, and his palm strength was also stagnant. Wen Heng was waiting for this fleeting hesitation. He held the branch of the crabapple that he had picked up at an unknown time in his left hand, and lifted it up with his forehand. With a stroke of "Snow Breaks Bamboo", he swiftly and incoherently swept away into the wind, in the middle of Feng Bao. A right eye.
Even though it was just a branch, the infuriating energy poured into it was far sharper than a sword. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Feng Bao was covered in blood on half of his face. He was so shocked and angry that he vomited with all his palms. With a bang, he pushed Wen Heng out more than ten feet away, and shouted, "Where did you learn it from? This trick?!"
Wen Heng's right shoulder joint was dislocated by his palm, and his arm fell softly. The pain was no less than Feng Baoyi's, but the smile on his face did not diminish at all, as if provocative, he said softly: " It seems that your memory is not bad, you haven't forgotten how the injury on your face came from."