With this sound, the entrance of the imperial courtyard fell silent. Although the Qing Kingdom has been at peace for a long time, and there are only minor fights on the northern battlefield, after all, it has only been a few decades since the founding of the country, so the people's custom of martial arts still exists. The machete is also normal. It's just... It's quite abnormal to throw this knife at Fan Xian's feet.
Fan Xian raised his brows, knowing that this was an invitation to a duel. It was similar to the world he once lived in. When European nobles dueled, they liked to play pie by throwing gloves in each other's faces. He scratched his square face, feeling a little itchy, thinking amusedly that if Qingguo's dueling rules were to throw knives in the opponent's face, every duel would be successful.
Everyone looked at Fan Xian, Ruoruo pulled Fan Xian's sleeve nervously. Don't look at Ye Linger's slender waist, but her family background is an authentic seventh-rank master. No dude in the capital would dare to provoke her. But since the opponent threw out his saber and challenged him, Fan Xian, as a man, would appear timid if he did not challenge, fearing that he would not be able to hold his head up in the capital.
Seeing that the two nobles were fighting fiercely, the guards guarding the gate of the other courtyard looked at their noses and noses, and they pretended not to hear. Naturally, no one who is too short-sighted will tell the princess girl in the other courtyard—" Your best friend is going to fight with the man who is going to marry"—who would be so stupid.
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"Since you claim to be both civil and military, I am not as good at poetry as you are, but I want to see on behalf of Wan'er whether you have the ability to protect her." It is strange to say that Ye Linger's whole state has changed since she threw down the waist knife. A wonderful change has taken place. After calming down, the beautiful and clear eyes like jasper are full of confidence, and the small and weak body seems to contain extremely huge power, which is about to be displayed on Fan Xian's body.
Fan Xian's heart shuddered, and only then did he realize that this girl was a hidden strongman, but with a slight smile on his face, he waved his hands and said three words that no one at the scene had thought of.
"I reject."
Refuse to duel? This is an extremely rare thing, to refuse a woman's invitation to fight, I'm afraid it will make Fan Xian lose his head even more. Everyone didn't understand why Fan Xian made such a jaw-dropping choice.
Fan Xian explained sincerely: "Although Miss Ye doesn't like me, she is Wan'er's friend after all, how can I bear to make a move?" Before everyone booed, he smiled and said: "What's more, in non-essential circumstances , I don't want to hit a woman."
The carriage had already arrived, but he saw the tense situation here, so he stopped outside. Wang Qinian saw that Ye Linger was fighting against the Lord, so he could only be anxious, and never dared to use the identity of the Overwatch Council to suppress the opponent.
After saying these words, Fan Xian took his sister's little hand again, and walked towards the carriage like a demonstration.
A voiceless voice raged! Ye Ling'er finally couldn't bear Fan Xian's continuous series of bitter words and attacks anymore. She broke out at this stab, her figure disappeared, and she rushed to Fan Xian's back, punching straight! —Fortunately, she still has some legacy of martial arts after all, and before she left, she had already sounded a warning.
Sensing the sound of the violent wind behind him, Fan Xian cleverly pushed his right hand to lead his sister to the side, and then turned around.
Then I saw a fist that went straight to my face!
This fist is small, beautiful, and fair-skinned. You can even see the faintly visible light blue veins on it. After the fist is clenched, only the thumb is exposed, and it is painted with pink color.
Being able to see so much detail in such a short amount of time. This only proves two things: first, Fan Xian is a passionate person at heart; second, although Ye Linger's attack is violent and fast, it is still much slower than the elusive stick on the Danzhou cliff. Too much.
His toes moved an inch on the ground, but his whole body swayed to the left extremely quickly, completely missing the murderous fist and brushing his cheek.
With a buzzing sound, the fist missed, and there was still a sound of shocking wind, and the hair on the side of Fan Xian's cheeks fluttered. But at this time, his right hand had already been lifted up without anyone noticing, his index finger slightly bent, and in the blink of an eye, it flicked on Ye Linger's pulse gate!
Even if Gong Dian, the deputy commander of the Ouchi bodyguards, was caught off guard by this move, he couldn't dodge it, let alone Ye Linger, when she heard her softly groan, her tightly clenched fists were already scattered, and they scattered on Fan Xian's body. next to the cheek. But Fan Xian was too late to be happy, squinted his eyes, took three steps back in a strange way, stretched out his palm and patted the air three times.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Three crisp sounds sounded beside him!
It turned out that when Ye Linger's fist was scattered, the five fingers bloomed like peach branches in spring, and each finger was like a dense branch, attacking his temples. Fan Xianquan dodged by instinct and stamped Three palms, blocking the energy from the five piercing through the air.
"Ye Family Sanshou!" The spectators exclaimed, Ye Liuyun, the great master of the Qing Dynasty, was Ye Linger's uncle, and they did not expect that this young lady got Ye Liuyun's true biography.
Exclaiming unceasingly, Fan Xian rushed forward with a calm expression on his face, and hit Ye Linger's palm with his fist!
After a muffled sound, no matter whether Ye Linger's fingers were peach branches or something, they were all scattered, and the domineering true energy in his palm unceremoniously smashed the opponent's hands apart! Ye Linger floated back half a foot, gripped her wrist in pain, and looked at Fan Xian in surprise. She never imagined that the zhenqi in Fan Xian's body would be so weird. After the palm touched it, it would attack upwards along her meridians. The pain made her distracted, and she immediately lost the intention to let go.
"You are not my opponent." Fan Xian still smiled and prodded the other party with words.
Ye Ling'er gritted her teeth, and charged forward again, this time with more force than before, with five fingers together forming a knife, she slashed down horizontally, and the knife pierced the wind with a whistling sound. She was originally a woman, and her innate qi was not as strong as that of an adult man, so when Ye Liuyun taught her Sanshou, he put some thought into it. The meaning of dead branches is to kill and split wood.
Fan Xian's heart shuddered, but his body didn't sway in the wind of the slapping palms. He just made a quick mistake on his feet. Relying on the escaping skills he had practiced on the Danzhou cliff, he was extremely clever or extremely dangerous. Chu Di brushed past Ye Linger with each vertical palm.
Ye Linger's palm wind became more and more fierce, and the people watching the battle vaguely felt that there seemed to be a cold wind blowing around the field.
It was as if countless knives were flying around Fan Xian. He vaguely sensed a hint of danger. With a muffled snort, the domineering qi in his body filled his whole body, and he heeled heavily on the ground, forcibly stopping the tendency to retreat. With force, the whole person felt as if someone had punched him from the back, and suddenly fell forward, retreating and advancing, without any interruption!
Palm Wind disappeared, and Fan Xian also disappeared.
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The next moment, the people watching the battle opened their mouths wide open.
Fan Xian disappeared into Ye Linger's arms, his two hands grabbed her armpits like iron tongs, and he raised her terrifying two palms on his shoulders—to be precise, he snatched her from Ye Ling'er. Before Ling'er slashed these two palms, she used a movement technique similar to hugging the opponent, and grabbed the opponent's vitals.
Fan Xian's trick seems to be a rogue, but in fact, he wants to find the only way to get close to her in the palm of the sky, and this way is only a tiny space that is fleeting. His speed and vision have already reached the limit. This is a terrifying situation - of course, this is all taught by Master Wuzhu.
Ye Linger suddenly found that the other party fell towards her like a ghost, and then hugged her, frowning. She also knew what kind of eyes the other party must have to bully her body, so she was shocked in her heart, shocked but not confused, her palms stopped, but her whole body flew into the air!
Without any warning, she kicked Fan Xian's embryonic bone with one kick. If the kick was firm, Fan Xian might fall on her body in pain, but she couldn't care less about it at this moment.
At this moment, Fan Xian loosened his hands, allowing her unfinished palm to fall freely!
The structure of the human body is so weird. If you split your palms downwards, it will be particularly awkward and difficult to kick up with the lower foot. And what Fan Xian needed was the other party's discomfort for a moment, taking advantage of this short moment, he had already punched straight at him!
This was Fan Xian's third punch in Kyoto other than the Niu Lan Street murder case. Every single one of his punches broke a guy's nose, and today was no exception.
There was a light snap, and a gorgeous blood flower floated by, very romantic.
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Ye Linger squatted down clutching her nose, there was blood between her fingers, and after a while, she began to cry in pain. Fan Xian was puzzled now, thinking that if you want to fight, we will fight with you. How can there be any reason to cry when you lose
The maidservants of the Ye Mansion had already surrounded them, but they were very polite and did not rush forward. It seemed that it was common for Miss Ye to fight with others, but there were still many eyes staring at Fan Xian fiercely. Fan Xian brushed off his long gown very chicly, without any scruples, but the royal guards watching from afar lowered their voices and sighed softly: "Miss Ye has a long history of family education, I never expected to be black-fisted by Fan."
Looking at the Miss Ye family who was squatting on the ground and crying, Fan Xian only remembered at this moment that the other party was actually only a fifteen-year-old girl. But he doesn't have any guilt. If he doesn't beat a woman, it doesn't mean that he is willing to be beaten by a woman. I think back when my mother first entered the capital, she beat the father of this woman in front of her, Ye Dazhong, who is now the defender of the capital, into a pig's head. My Uncle Wuzhu once fought Ye Liuyun at the root of the imperial city, so that this A great master of the Qing Dynasty retreated for several months, he gave up his sword and took his hands.
I punched Ye Ling'er myself, so it can be regarded as the continuation of this glorious tradition.