With a clang, the snake-shaped sword returned to the scabbard. Du San, who was tall and straight, showed a humble smile on his childish face, and clasped his fists at the young man in brocade clothes opposite him, "The second son is very good at swordsmanship, thanks to the mercy of the second son." , I was barely able to support this for a long time, until now, it is really difficult for Du Mou to continue, and he is willing to bow down."
Second Young Master Chen's slightly pale face finally turned a bit bloody, he smiled slightly, and said reservedly, "It's good that you know."
Secretly, I don't know how many people are praising Du Santong for his sophistication, and his future prospects may not be limited.
After the fight between the two, another person enters the arena immediately, this time the fight is about palm strength, every time the palm strength is stimulated, it will definitely make the river boil, which is even more spectacular.
"How, the weather here is comparable to your poems and articles?"
Jiang Yingyue, who was leaning on the railing of the painting boat, looked at Jia Junpeng who had widened his eyes with a smile like a flower, and asked, still wearing a red dress, like a raging fire.
Jia Junpeng wiped his forehead, "It's dangerous, it's too dangerous. If it's a careless move, it will kill your stomach immediately. Soldiers are indeed an ominous weapon, and saints can't use it."
"you!"
Jiang Yingyue stomped her feet and groaned angrily.
This time, the teenagers from the martial arts circle in Guang'an Prefecture gathered together for a night cruise on the Nielong River. Jia Junpeng was forced to come here by Jiang Yingyue.
Looking at Jiang Yingyue's disappearing figure, Jia Junpeng couldn't help but exhale towards the river. How could he not know the girl's thoughts, it's just a different way of civil and martial arts, even if they come together for a while, they will definitely drift apart in the future.
Martial artist practice, can have extraordinary strength, and long lifespan.
Now both of them are young beauties, but decades later, Jiang Yingyue is still as beautiful as ever, he is afraid that he will shake and lose his teeth.
How many young scholars do not admire martial arts? Who doesn't have the fantasy of throwing a pen into the army and fighting bloody battles, but his family is so poor that he can only abandon literature and practice martial arts.
The kindness of the girl, he can only discard it like the east flowing water in front of him.
"Ah, who is this? Why don't I know him? I don't know which brother, please introduce me."
Jia Junpeng was watching the fierce palm strength competition of two young men not far away, suddenly, a discordant voice came from behind.
He turned his head, and the two sword eyebrows broke immediately, "Zhu San, you have only left Furong Town for a long time, and you are blind."
The young man was sharp, and a single sentence made the purple-clothed boy on the opposite side jump into a rage, and the people who followed the purple-clothed boy couldn't help laughing out loud.
Zhu San was extremely angry, pointing at Jia Junpeng and said angrily, "Okay, very good, your teeth are still as sharp as before, I want to see, the mouth you have practiced for all these years, is it your teeth or Lao Tzu's? Slap hard." After saying that, he slapped Jia Junpeng's face with his big hand.
Seeing that the slap was about to settle down, a black shadow rolled towards him like a poisonous dragon, Zhu San waved his palm, and hurriedly withdrew, the poisonous dragon immediately retreated, but it was a long whip.
"Zhu San, the more you live, the more hopeless you are. If you attack a powerless scholar, you won't be afraid of ridicule if it spreads."
It was Jiang Yingyue who rushed back in time.
Zhu San's face flushed, and suddenly he raised his voice, "I don't know who is going to be laughed at, your Jiang Yingyue family of three generations of warriors, there have also been strong condensate in your family, you are thinking of this ordinary person in your heart, If it gets out, does your Jiang family have any face?"
Zhu San knew that Jiang Yingyue was a beautiful person with high martial arts skills, and was secretly admired by many young people here, if he stirred up the water like this, there would definitely be troubles.
Sure enough, it was only on his side that there was a commotion, which immediately alarmed everyone. Even the competition over there stopped, and the crowd rushed towards this side.
"Yingyue, today's round was saved by me, did you really bring this young man without any foundation in martial arts?"
A tall and handsome young man stood at the front of the crowd like stars holding the moon, staring at Jiang Yingyue majesticly.
"Brother Pang, I, I..."
Jiang Yingyue was speechless for a moment.
The young man surnamed Pang looked cold, "From today, Jiang..."
"What are you getting so excited about!"
Before the young man surnamed Pang finished speaking, Jia Junpeng cut off his words, walked up to him in twos and stood there, and said in a loud voice, "I really don't know where you got your self-confidence, you think so highly of yourself, you know how to punch three times, two kicks, really I don’t know if I am sanctified immediately, only the true meaning in the book, but it’s not something you can know.”
The young man is not a rampant person, but he knows that if he is not rampant and draws his attention away, he will really bring Jiang Yingyue into big trouble.
As soon as he started talking like this, it really aroused the ridicule of the crowd, and the effect was astonishing.
For a moment, the deck was full of scolding.
The young man surnamed Pang also ignored Jiang Yingyue, waved his hand, stopped the noise, stared at the young man, and said word by word, "If you weren't from Furong Town, you would have died."
The young man said, "It seems that your honor also thinks that literature is not as good as martial arts?"
The young man surnamed Pang looked up to the sky and laughed, "I think you are stupefied with reading, and you don't know what the world is like today. Young man, I advise you to open your eyes and look at the world."
Jia Junpeng said, "Today's world is naturally a world where warriors rule the roost, but not all warriors can rule the roost. Not to mention others, but how many of the lords are able to exercise their bodies to the peak? As far as I know, Among a hundred warriors, I am afraid that there will not be one strong Qihai. I don't know what qualifications such a warrior has to rule the roost."
"On the contrary, among the literati, there are not many people who are powerful and assist the prime minister, and those who occupy high positions. From a local point of view, I don't know that literature is not as good as martial arts. Sorry, I think everyone belongs to the local area."
The young man surnamed Pang sneered, "The teeth are sharp and the mouth is sharp, but the people who play with their tongues, what's more, what can they do?"
Jia Junpeng clasped his fists at Tianyi, "As far as I know, the Immortal Sage was just a boy by the Nielong River back then. Saint, the article is wonderful, it feels the will of heaven, and it obeys the hearts of the people, the phoenix is soaring, and the clouds are colorful."
When it comes to talk, Jia Junpeng is also a rare opponent. For a while, he tried his best to change the concept, change the subject, use partial generalizations and other means to refute the young man surnamed Pang speechless, and Jiang Yingyue looked pretty Flushed, heart like a deer bumping.
"Brother Pang, this person is used to bickering and rarely loses. I think it's better to drive him off the boat and let him go back."
Zhu San remonstrated that he knew Jia Junpeng too well, and knew that if this guy continued to stir up trouble, the situation would definitely collapse.
"Brother Zhu means, are Brother Pang and I bickering? Am I bored, or Brother Pang is bored?"
Jia Junpeng said with a smile.
With a swipe, the face of the young man surnamed Pang sank, Zhu San was sweating profusely, and cursed secretly, why did this bastard become more and more sinister, and deeply regretted that he had messed with this shit-stirring stick for no reason.