An Zheng took another step forward and said a few words lightly.
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
"You're going to die no matter what."
Knife in the left hand, sword in the right hand.
"Next."
An Zheng's expression changed slightly.
"You're going to die no matter what."
He looked back at the big courtyard, but there was still no movement. Apparently King Zhao was still waiting. If King Zhao didn't want An Zheng to continue fighting, he should have sent a letter long ago.
"It does give you some limelight."
The several sect masters at the back looked at each other in confusion. In fact, they were all about the same strength. The sect masters of the real big sects who were much stronger than them were all at the back. It was impossible for them to show up so early. I thought that such a formation was enough to defeat An Zheng, but who would have thought that he would be crushed all the way.
The old eunuch who appeared before came out with a cold snort, his arms hanging low. His sleeves were unusually wide, and the clothes had obviously been modified.
Although he was disappointed, it was a good start for him. Therefore, Fu Bo never made any choices. As long as it was something arranged by the court, he would try his best to do it. Regardless of whether it's good or bad, rescuing people or killing people, as long as the court gives an order, he will set off immediately.
Although those sect leaders looked down on Fu Bo, they couldn't beat him, let alone mess with him, so they took advantage of the opportunity and simply dispersed. It's just that Fu Bo's forceful efforts to save Zhao Guo's face seemed to be of no avail. The old eunuch just now said clearly that it was King Zhao's order, but now he said it was people from the Jianghu who came forward spontaneously. This was not a very clever way to clean up the situation.
If they fight, no one left will be sure of victory. But if we don't fight, the entire Zhao Kingdom will lose all face. This is not the honor and disgrace of one or two people, but of everyone. Even those who have not yet taken action and those who are still in the dark and have not shown up are all embarrassed. Of course, King Zhao is no exception.
He looked at An Zheng and asked: "About five years ago? When I went to work in northern Xinjiang, I heard that there was a great philanthropist from the southern Xinjiang generation of the Yan Kingdom. His surname was An, he was only a young man, but he acted generously and uprightly, and saved many lives. The poor people in the Shaojiang Lake have also saved many people. I have an old subordinate in my family named Jin, who had to live in the rivers and lakes because of his family's financial difficulties... "
An Zheng raised his finger and pointed at Fu Bo's face: "You want to get up, so you have to work hard to please King Zhao. That's why you say this is not a grudge between the country and a country, but a personal grudge between you and me."
Not long ago, An Zheng had defeated three sect masters one after another, and one sect master simply walked away without even daring to fight.
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
Of course he came out at this time to smooth things over.
An Zheng shook his head: "If it is not an upright and bright art, I will defeat you openly with my sword energy."
He looked back at the big courtyard, but there was still no movement. Apparently King Zhao was still waiting. If King Zhao didn't want An Zheng to continue fighting, he should have sent a letter long ago.
Fu Bo slashed forward with the sword in his left hand, and a streak of sword light went straight towards An Zheng. The long sword in his right hand pointed at the ground, and the ground under An Zheng's feet immediately turned black. The hard ground began to soften, and soon it became like an old man's swamp. An Zheng stepped there and his body began to sink.
An Zheng said: "Then please ask Hu Bohou for advice."
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
The next step is more embarrassing, whether to fight or not.
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
He waved his hand: "You all go down. With your strength, it's too much to ask Sect Master An for advice. Next time, let's see if you dare to run out and embarrass yourself."
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
If they fight, no one left will be sure of victory. But if we don't fight, the entire Zhao Kingdom will lose all face. This is not the honor and disgrace of one or two people, but of everyone. Even those who have not yet taken action and those who are still in the dark and have not shown up are all embarrassed. Of course, King Zhao is no exception.
An Zheng clasped his hands in his hands. He actually had some respect for people like Fu Bo. The previous generation had eaten up all the capital left by their ancestors, and he had achieved his current status entirely on his own. What An Zheng looked down upon about Fu Bo was that this man would go to any lengths to restore his family's former status.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Since he is an honored guest, it would be rude for me, an idle person, to welcome him, but the adults are all discussing important matters of the court around the king, so I, an idle person, have no choice but to welcome him. "
"You're going to die no matter what."
If An Zheng is allowed to continue to move forward in this way, not only the Zhao State will be disgraced, but the Zhao State's court will also be disgraced.
An Zheng said: "Then please ask Hu Bohou for advice."
An Zheng suddenly sneered: "Originally I had some respect for you, but now I just look down upon you. Don't you feel guilty when you make a fuss about your dead old subordinate? You didn't even dare to take him in at the beginning and expelled him. When I left home, I probably wasn’t thinking about any old feelings, but Brother Jin was always thinking about your kindness.”
An Zheng suddenly sneered: "Originally I had some respect for you, but now I just look down upon you. Don't you feel guilty when you make a fuss about your dead old subordinate? You didn't even dare to take him in at the beginning and expelled him. When I left home, I probably wasn’t thinking about any old feelings, but Brother Jin was always thinking about your kindness.”
"You're going to die no matter what."
Moreover, Fu Bo was not the only threat. The old eunuch stood in the distance, eager to try.
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
He is just one person, and he is less than 18 years old, and he has been practicing for less than ten years. If he continues to be crushed like this, who will not say that Yan State is stronger than Zhao State
An Zheng clasped his hands in his hands. He actually had some respect for people like Fu Bo. The previous generation had eaten up all the capital left by their ancestors, and he had achieved his current status entirely on his own. What An Zheng looked down upon about Fu Bo was that this man would go to any lengths to restore his family's former status.
Knife in the left hand, sword in the right hand.
The old eunuch who appeared before came out with a cold snort, his arms hanging low. His sleeves were unusually wide, and the clothes had obviously been modified.
If An Zheng is allowed to continue to move forward in this way, not only the Zhao State will be disgraced, but the Zhao State's court will also be disgraced.
An Zheng's expression changed slightly.
A huge cross-shaped force struck towards An Zheng. Wherever the cross-shaped force passed, the ground was cut open. The two people were fighting each other to move their positions, with a large millstone in between. As soon as the cross-shaped sharp energy passed, the millstone was directly divided into four pieces.
The old eunuch who appeared before came out with a cold snort, his arms hanging low. His sleeves were unusually wide, and the clothes had obviously been modified.
"It does give you some limelight."
An Zheng: "Come here, I will help you."
An Zheng's expression changed slightly.
An Zheng took another step forward and said a few words lightly.
Fu Bo waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have a few words to ask Mr. An."
The old eunuch who appeared before came out with a cold snort, his arms hanging low. His sleeves were unusually wide, and the clothes had obviously been modified.
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
"It does give you some limelight."
"After he followed me, he still missed you and told me several times. He said that no matter how good I was to him, if Fu Bo summoned him back one day, he would still go back. His ancestors were subordinates of your Fu family. , so did his parents, and he will still do it in this life. "
Not long ago, An Zheng had defeated three sect masters one after another, and one sect master simply walked away without even daring to fight.
An Zheng clasped his hands in his hands. He actually had some respect for people like Fu Bo. The previous generation had eaten up all the capital left by their ancestors, and he had achieved his current status entirely on his own. What An Zheng looked down upon about Fu Bo was that this man would go to any lengths to restore his family's former status.
He is just one person, and he is less than 18 years old, and he has been practicing for less than ten years. If he continues to be crushed like this, who will not say that Yan State is stronger than Zhao State
Fortunately, An Zheng was the only outsider present.
He walked up to everyone and said coldly: "It's really laughable. A group of normally self-righteous men now know that their skills are inferior to others? The king asked you to come out just to let you know how big the world is." It’s just you, I’ll teach you a lesson.”
Of course he came out at this time to smooth things over.
An Zheng's expression changed slightly.
He looked at An Zheng and asked: "About five years ago? When I went to work in northern Xinjiang, I heard that there was a great philanthropist from the southern Xinjiang generation of the Yan Kingdom. His surname was An, he was only a young man, but he acted generously and uprightly, and saved many lives. The poor people in the Shaojiang Lake have also saved many people. I have an old subordinate in my family named Jin, who had to live in the rivers and lakes because of his family's financial difficulties... "
An Zheng: "I've already avenged him, but it's true that I owe him."
If An Zheng is allowed to continue to move forward in this way, not only the Zhao State will be disgraced, but the Zhao State's court will also be disgraced.
Fu Bo's hands flashed with light, and a sword appeared immediately.
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
An Zheng strode forward: "You were originally an upright person, but then you acted more and more darkly, so you developed such a dark sword energy."
Of course he came out at this time to smooth things over.
But for An Zheng, respect and whether he should kill or not were never in conflict.
Fu Bo: "It doesn't matter whether it is bright or dark, as long as it can help me succeed, it is the most correct."
Of course he came out at this time to smooth things over.
That was Qi, a weird sword Qi.
"After he followed me, he still missed you and told me several times. He said that no matter how good I was to him, if Fu Bo summoned him back one day, he would still go back. His ancestors were subordinates of your Fu family. , so did his parents, and he will still do it in this life. "
He looked back at the big courtyard, but there was still no movement. Apparently King Zhao was still waiting. If King Zhao didn't want An Zheng to continue fighting, he should have sent a letter long ago.
"You're going to die no matter what."
"You are usually domineering because the king has given you so much care. I asked you to come out because although you are the master of a sect, you don't look far enough."
It's just that his understanding of An Zheng is far less than An Zheng's understanding of him. Moreover, Fu Bo had always been jealous of young people like An Zheng, who seemed to succeed so easily, to the point of hatred. He had done so many things for Zhao, but now he didn't get the treatment he deserved, while An Zheng got everything.
[Double Skills of Swords and Swords: Open the Gate of Hell]
Fu Bo: "It doesn't matter whether it is bright or dark, as long as it can help me succeed, it is the most correct."
"You're going to die no matter what."
If An Zheng is allowed to continue to move forward in this way, not only the Zhao State will be disgraced, but the Zhao State's court will also be disgraced.
Fortunately, An Zheng was the only outsider present.
"You are usually domineering because the king has given you so much care. I asked you to come out because although you are the master of a sect, you don't look far enough."
He looked at An Zheng and asked: "About five years ago? When I went to work in northern Xinjiang, I heard that there was a great philanthropist from the southern Xinjiang generation of the Yan Kingdom. His surname was An, he was only a young man, but he acted generously and uprightly, and saved many lives. The poor people in the Shaojiang Lake have also saved many people. I have an old subordinate in my family named Jin, who had to live in the rivers and lakes because of his family's financial difficulties... "
Fu Bo's hands flashed with light, and a sword appeared immediately.
An Zheng: "I've already avenged him, but it's true that I owe him."
The old eunuch continued to delay, waiting for clear instructions from the courtyard.
An Zheng suddenly sneered: "Originally I had some respect for you, but now I just look down upon you. Don't you feel guilty when you make a fuss about your dead old subordinate? You didn't even dare to take him in at the beginning and expelled him. When I left home, I probably wasn’t thinking about any old feelings, but Brother Jin was always thinking about your kindness.”
So over the years, people in the world have called him Yinghou. The first meaning of Yinghou is that he is the most accomplished practitioner who is not on the stage in the Zhao Kingdom. The second one is, of course, his status as a marquis. Third, it means that this person is very scary, like a shadow that cannot be traced.
Of course he came out at this time to smooth things over.
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
He looked at the middle-aged man wearing a royal blue gown standing next to him: "Hu Bohou, how about that?"
An Zheng shook his head: "If it is not an upright and bright art, I will defeat you openly with my sword energy."
Although those sect leaders looked down on Fu Bo, they couldn't beat him, let alone mess with him, so they took advantage of the opportunity and simply dispersed. It's just that Fu Bo's forceful efforts to save Zhao Guo's face seemed to be of no avail. The old eunuch just now said clearly that it was King Zhao's order, but now he said it was people from the Jianghu who came forward spontaneously. This was not a very clever way to clean up the situation.
Fu Bo: "I know, so I've always wanted to ask you for an explanation."
A villain who is not considered a villain is somewhere between someone who should be killed and someone who shouldn't be killed. It's a bit difficult to decide.
Knife in the left hand, sword in the right hand.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Since he is an honored guest, it would be rude for me, an idle person, to welcome him, but the adults are all discussing important matters of the court around the king, so I, an idle person, have no choice but to welcome him. "
Fu Bo slashed forward with the sword in his left hand, and a streak of sword light went straight towards An Zheng. The long sword in his right hand pointed at the ground, and the ground under An Zheng's feet immediately turned black. The hard ground began to soften, and soon it became like an old man's swamp. An Zheng stepped there and his body began to sink.
A villain who is not considered a villain is somewhere between someone who should be killed and someone who shouldn't be killed. It's a bit difficult to decide.
"You are usually domineering because the king has given you so much care. I asked you to come out because although you are the master of a sect, you don't look far enough."
An Zheng strode forward: "You were originally an upright person, but then you acted more and more darkly, so you developed such a dark sword energy."
He took a step forward and stood in front of An Zheng: "My name is Fu Bo. I am the most laid-back person in the Zhao Dynasty. I have the idle title of Hu Bohou. Master An, please enlighten me."
Fortunately, An Zheng was the only outsider present.
So over the years, people in the world have called him Yinghou. The first meaning of Yinghou is that he is the most accomplished practitioner who is not on the stage in the Zhao Kingdom. The second one is, of course, his status as a marquis. Third, it means that this person is very scary, like a shadow that cannot be traced.
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
"You are usually domineering because the king has given you so much care. I asked you to come out because although you are the master of a sect, you don't look far enough."
Fortunately, An Zheng was the only outsider present.
An Zheng strode forward: "You were originally an upright person, but then you acted more and more darkly, so you developed such a dark sword energy."
He looked at the middle-aged man wearing a royal blue gown standing next to him: "Hu Bohou, how about that?"
The old eunuch continued to delay, waiting for clear instructions from the courtyard.
Fu Bo came out to serve Zhao Guo when he was a teenager, just to restore the Fu family's past status. However, because King Zhao was extremely disappointed with his father, he was also somewhat prejudiced against him. Even though he later made numerous contributions, he still did not get a real official position. He was only granted a title with no fiefdom and no hereditary replacement. Marquis.
"After he followed me, he still missed you and told me several times. He said that no matter how good I was to him, if Fu Bo summoned him back one day, he would still go back. His ancestors were subordinates of your Fu family. , so did his parents, and he will still do it in this life. "
He waved his hand: "You all go down. With your strength, it's too much to ask Sect Master An for advice. Next time, let's see if you dare to run out and embarrass yourself."
Fu Bo also clasped his fists: "Sect Master An, I have admired your name for a long time."
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
Moreover, Fu Bo was not the only threat. The old eunuch stood in the distance, eager to try.
An Zheng: "Come here, I will help you."
That was Qi, a weird sword Qi.
"Next."
Although he was disappointed, it was a good start for him. Therefore, Fu Bo never made any choices. As long as it was something arranged by the court, he would try his best to do it. Regardless of whether it's good or bad, rescuing people or killing people, as long as the court gives an order, he will set off immediately.
But for An Zheng, respect and whether he should kill or not were never in conflict.
The sword energy blasted into the earth with electric current, and all those illusory ghost hands stretched out were blasted into ashes. The earth returned to its original state in an instant, and Fu Bo's sword energy was directly dispersed by An Zheng's sword energy.
"It does give you some limelight."
He is just one person, and he is less than 18 years old, and he has been practicing for less than ten years. If he continues to be crushed like this, who will not say that Yan State is stronger than Zhao State
But for An Zheng, respect and whether he should kill or not were never in conflict.
An Zheng apologized: "It's true that I didn't take good care of him. I promised to help him live a good life."
"You're going to die no matter what."
So over the years, people in the world have called him Yinghou. The first meaning of Yinghou is that he is the most accomplished practitioner who is not on the stage in the Zhao Kingdom. The second one is, of course, his status as a marquis. Third, it means that this person is very scary, like a shadow that cannot be traced.
"Now that Brother Jin is dead, you use his reputation to make excuses for yourself. How shameless. He has been dead for two years, and you only think of avenging him now? No, no, just because I am standing here now. Zhao The king wanted to kill me, but he didn't dare to do it openly, so he had to kill me because of the conflicts and grievances in the world. However, the people before him couldn't kill me even if they didn't live up to their expectations. "
Point the Broken Army Sword down!
"Fu Yinghou."
He looked back at the big courtyard, but there was still no movement. Apparently King Zhao was still waiting. If King Zhao didn't want An Zheng to continue fighting, he should have sent a letter long ago.
He walked up to everyone and said coldly: "It's really laughable. A group of normally self-righteous men now know that their skills are inferior to others? The king asked you to come out just to let you know how big the world is." It’s just you, I’ll teach you a lesson.”
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
If they fight, no one left will be sure of victory. But if we don't fight, the entire Zhao Kingdom will lose all face. This is not the honor and disgrace of one or two people, but of everyone. Even those who have not yet taken action and those who are still in the dark and have not shown up are all embarrassed. Of course, King Zhao is no exception.
He looked back at the big courtyard, but there was still no movement. Apparently King Zhao was still waiting. If King Zhao didn't want An Zheng to continue fighting, he should have sent a letter long ago.
An Zheng knew Fu Bo, and Fu Bo certainly knew An Zheng.
Fu Bo came out to serve Zhao Guo when he was a teenager, just to restore the Fu family's past status. However, because King Zhao was extremely disappointed with his father, he was also somewhat prejudiced against him. Even though he later made numerous contributions, he still did not get a real official position. He was only granted a title with no fiefdom and no hereditary replacement. Marquis.
Not long ago, An Zheng had defeated three sect masters one after another, and one sect master simply walked away without even daring to fight.
Although those sect leaders looked down on Fu Bo, they couldn't beat him, let alone mess with him, so they took advantage of the opportunity and simply dispersed. It's just that Fu Bo's forceful efforts to save Zhao Guo's face seemed to be of no avail. The old eunuch just now said clearly that it was King Zhao's order, but now he said it was people from the Jianghu who came forward spontaneously. This was not a very clever way to clean up the situation.
Fu Bo slashed forward with the sword in his left hand, and a streak of sword light went straight towards An Zheng. The long sword in his right hand pointed at the ground, and the ground under An Zheng's feet immediately turned black. The hard ground began to soften, and soon it became like an old man's swamp. An Zheng stepped there and his body began to sink.
The next step is more embarrassing, whether to fight or not.
Fu Bo also clasped his fists: "Sect Master An, I have admired your name for a long time."
It's just that his understanding of An Zheng is far less than An Zheng's understanding of him. Moreover, Fu Bo had always been jealous of young people like An Zheng, who seemed to succeed so easily, to the point of hatred. He had done so many things for Zhao, but now he didn't get the treatment he deserved, while An Zheng got everything.
An Zheng: "I've already avenged him, but it's true that I owe him."
[Double Skills of Swords and Swords: Open the Gate of Hell]
An Zheng: "Come here, I will help you."
An Zheng clasped his hands in his hands. He actually had some respect for people like Fu Bo. The previous generation had eaten up all the capital left by their ancestors, and he had achieved his current status entirely on his own. What An Zheng looked down upon about Fu Bo was that this man would go to any lengths to restore his family's former status.
Fu Bo also clasped his fists: "Sect Master An, I have admired your name for a long time."
Moreover, Fu Bo was not the only threat. The old eunuch stood in the distance, eager to try.
Although he was disappointed, it was a good start for him. Therefore, Fu Bo never made any choices. As long as it was something arranged by the court, he would try his best to do it. Regardless of whether it's good or bad, rescuing people or killing people, as long as the court gives an order, he will set off immediately.
Fu Bo: "I know, so I've always wanted to ask you for an explanation."
"Now that Brother Jin is dead, you use his reputation to make excuses for yourself. How shameless. He has been dead for two years, and you only think of avenging him now? No, no, just because I am standing here now. Zhao The king wanted to kill me, but he didn't dare to do it openly, so he had to kill me because of the conflicts and grievances in the world. However, the people before him couldn't kill me even if they didn't live up to their expectations. "
The middle-aged man nodded: "Since he is an honored guest, it would be rude for me, an idle person, to welcome him, but the adults are all discussing important matters of the court around the king, so I, an idle person, have no choice but to welcome him. "
A villain who is not considered a villain is somewhere between someone who should be killed and someone who shouldn't be killed. It's a bit difficult to decide.
Fortunately, An Zheng was the only outsider present.
"You're going to die no matter what."
He looked at An Zheng and asked: "About five years ago? When I went to work in northern Xinjiang, I heard that there was a great philanthropist from the southern Xinjiang generation of the Yan Kingdom. His surname was An, he was only a young man, but he acted generously and uprightly, and saved many lives. The poor people in the Shaojiang Lake have also saved many people. I have an old subordinate in my family named Jin, who had to live in the rivers and lakes because of his family's financial difficulties... "
The old eunuch continued to delay, waiting for clear instructions from the courtyard.
An Zheng: "I've already avenged him, but it's true that I owe him."
"You are usually domineering because the king has given you so much care. I asked you to come out because although you are the master of a sect, you don't look far enough."
But for An Zheng, respect and whether he should kill or not were never in conflict.
A villain who is not considered a villain is somewhere between someone who should be killed and someone who shouldn't be killed. It's a bit difficult to decide.
Fu Bo waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have a few words to ask Mr. An."
Moreover, Fu Bo was not the only threat. The old eunuch stood in the distance, eager to try.
Not long ago, An Zheng had defeated three sect masters one after another, and one sect master simply walked away without even daring to fight.
An Zheng clasped his hands in his hands. He actually had some respect for people like Fu Bo. The previous generation had eaten up all the capital left by their ancestors, and he had achieved his current status entirely on his own. What An Zheng looked down upon about Fu Bo was that this man would go to any lengths to restore his family's former status.
Of course he came out at this time to smooth things over.
"Fu Yinghou."
An Zheng: "No, I failed to take good care of him. He was injured and died tragically after I went to Fanggu City, the capital of Dayan, with me."
Although he was disappointed, it was a good start for him. Therefore, Fu Bo never made any choices. As long as it was something arranged by the court, he would try his best to do it. Regardless of whether it's good or bad, rescuing people or killing people, as long as the court gives an order, he will set off immediately.
An Zheng flicked his left hand, and the Nine Nether Thunder Bells formed a string, breaking apart Fu Bo's sword energy like a long whip. An Zheng walked forward, with the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand and the broken military sword in his right hand, surrounded by purple lightning.
"You are usually domineering because the king has given you so much care. I asked you to come out because although you are the master of a sect, you don't look far enough."
So over the years, people in the world have called him Yinghou. The first meaning of Yinghou is that he is the most accomplished practitioner who is not on the stage in the Zhao Kingdom. The second one is, of course, his status as a marquis. Third, it means that this person is very scary, like a shadow that cannot be traced.
An Zheng clasped his fists: "I have long admired your name."
An Zheng: "I've already avenged him, but it's true that I owe him."
Knife in the left hand, sword in the right hand.
Although those sect leaders looked down on Fu Bo, they couldn't beat him, let alone mess with him, so they took advantage of the opportunity and simply dispersed. It's just that Fu Bo's forceful efforts to save Zhao Guo's face seemed to be of no avail. The old eunuch just now said clearly that it was King Zhao's order, but now he said it was people from the Jianghu who came forward spontaneously. This was not a very clever way to clean up the situation.
An Zheng: "Come here, I will help you."
A huge cross-shaped force struck towards An Zheng. Wherever the cross-shaped force passed, the ground was cut open. The two people were fighting each other to move their positions, with a large millstone in between. As soon as the cross-shaped sharp energy passed, the millstone was directly divided into four pieces.
It's just that his understanding of An Zheng is far less than An Zheng's understanding of him. Moreover, Fu Bo had always been jealous of young people like An Zheng, who seemed to succeed so easily, to the point of hatred. He had done so many things for Zhao, but now he didn't get the treatment he deserved, while An Zheng got everything.
The several sect masters at the back looked at each other in confusion. In fact, they were all about the same strength. The sect masters of the real big sects who were much stronger than them were all at the back. It was impossible for them to show up so early. I thought that such a formation was enough to defeat An Zheng, but who would have thought that he would be crushed all the way.
Fu Bo also clasped his fists: "Sect Master An, I have admired your name for a long time."
Fu Bo: "You deserve to die, you must die!"
An Zheng flicked his left hand, and the Nine Nether Thunder Bells formed a string, breaking apart Fu Bo's sword energy like a long whip. An Zheng walked forward, with the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand and the broken military sword in his right hand, surrounded by purple lightning.
An Zheng: "Come here, I will help you."
The old eunuch continued to delay, waiting for clear instructions from the courtyard.
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
He waved his hand: "You all go down. With your strength, it's too much to ask Sect Master An for advice. Next time, let's see if you dare to run out and embarrass yourself."
An Zheng took another step forward and said a few words lightly.
In the swamp, countless hands stretched out to grab An Zheng's feet, making it impossible for An Zheng to break free. But looking over, there was no change on the ground, not a single hand stretched out.
He waved his hand: "You all go down. With your strength, it's too much to ask Sect Master An for advice. Next time, let's see if you dare to run out and embarrass yourself."
An Zheng flicked his left hand, and the Nine Nether Thunder Bells formed a string, breaking apart Fu Bo's sword energy like a long whip. An Zheng walked forward, with the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand and the broken military sword in his right hand, surrounded by purple lightning.
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
So over the years, people in the world have called him Yinghou. The first meaning of Yinghou is that he is the most accomplished practitioner who is not on the stage in the Zhao Kingdom. The second one is, of course, his status as a marquis. Third, it means that this person is very scary, like a shadow that cannot be traced.
The sword energy blasted into the earth with electric current, and all those illusory ghost hands stretched out were blasted into ashes. The earth returned to its original state in an instant, and Fu Bo's sword energy was directly dispersed by An Zheng's sword energy.
Although those sect leaders looked down on Fu Bo, they couldn't beat him, let alone mess with him, so they took advantage of the opportunity and simply dispersed. It's just that Fu Bo's forceful efforts to save Zhao Guo's face seemed to be of no avail. The old eunuch just now said clearly that it was King Zhao's order, but now he said it was people from the Jianghu who came forward spontaneously. This was not a very clever way to clean up the situation.
An Zheng raised his finger and pointed at Fu Bo's face: "You want to get up, so you have to work hard to please King Zhao. That's why you say this is not a grudge between the country and a country, but a personal grudge between you and me."
An Zheng flicked his left hand, and the Nine Nether Thunder Bells formed a string, breaking apart Fu Bo's sword energy like a long whip. An Zheng walked forward, with the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand and the broken military sword in his right hand, surrounded by purple lightning.
So over the years, people in the world have called him Yinghou. The first meaning of Yinghou is that he is the most accomplished practitioner who is not on the stage in the Zhao Kingdom. The second one is, of course, his status as a marquis. Third, it means that this person is very scary, like a shadow that cannot be traced.
Fortunately, An Zheng was the only outsider present.
An Zheng clasped his fists: "I have long admired your name."
[Double Skills of Swords and Swords: Open the Gate of Hell]
More and more fierce each time.
"Fu Yinghou."
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
An Zheng said: "Then please ask Hu Bohou for advice."
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
"You are usually domineering because the king has given you so much care. I asked you to come out because although you are the master of a sect, you don't look far enough."
Fu Bo waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have a few words to ask Mr. An."
Fu Bo slashed forward with the sword in his left hand, and a streak of sword light went straight towards An Zheng. The long sword in his right hand pointed at the ground, and the ground under An Zheng's feet immediately turned black. The hard ground began to soften, and soon it became like an old man's swamp. An Zheng stepped there and his body began to sink.
An Zheng shook his head: "If it is not an upright and bright art, I will defeat you openly with my sword energy."
He looked at An Zheng and asked: "About five years ago? When I went to work in northern Xinjiang, I heard that there was a great philanthropist from the southern Xinjiang generation of the Yan Kingdom. His surname was An, he was only a young man, but he acted generously and uprightly, and saved many lives. The poor people in the Shaojiang Lake have also saved many people. I have an old subordinate in my family named Jin, who had to live in the rivers and lakes because of his family's financial difficulties... "
It's just that his understanding of An Zheng is far less than An Zheng's understanding of him. Moreover, Fu Bo had always been jealous of young people like An Zheng, who seemed to succeed so easily, to the point of hatred. He had done so many things for Zhao, but now he didn't get the treatment he deserved, while An Zheng got everything.
But for An Zheng, respect and whether he should kill or not were never in conflict.
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
An Zheng shook his head: "If it is not an upright and bright art, I will defeat you openly with my sword energy."
He looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Is he okay?"
The middle-aged man nodded: "Since he is an honored guest, it would be rude for me, an idle person, to welcome him, but the adults are all discussing important matters of the court around the king, so I, an idle person, have no choice but to welcome him. "
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
An Zheng's expression changed slightly.
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
The sword energy blasted into the earth with electric current, and all those illusory ghost hands stretched out were blasted into ashes. The earth returned to its original state in an instant, and Fu Bo's sword energy was directly dispersed by An Zheng's sword energy.
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
"You are usually domineering because the king has given you so much care. I asked you to come out because although you are the master of a sect, you don't look far enough."
"Now that Brother Jin is dead, you use his reputation to make excuses for yourself. How shameless. He has been dead for two years, and you only think of avenging him now? No, no, just because I am standing here now. Zhao The king wanted to kill me, but he didn't dare to do it openly, so he had to kill me because of the conflicts and grievances in the world. However, the people before him couldn't kill me even if they didn't live up to their expectations. "
"You're going to die no matter what."
Fu Bo said: "This is a shame to my family. I failed to take good care of the descendants of my old subordinates. But I couldn't protect myself at that time, so I could only drop by to see him. But when I got there, I heard that he followed you."
Fu Bo: "It doesn't matter whether it is bright or dark, as long as it can help me succeed, it is the most correct."
An Zheng clasped his hands in his hands. He actually had some respect for people like Fu Bo. The previous generation had eaten up all the capital left by their ancestors, and he had achieved his current status entirely on his own. What An Zheng looked down upon about Fu Bo was that this man would go to any lengths to restore his family's former status.
Knife in the left hand, sword in the right hand.
If they fight, no one left will be sure of victory. But if we don't fight, the entire Zhao Kingdom will lose all face. This is not the honor and disgrace of one or two people, but of everyone. Even those who have not yet taken action and those who are still in the dark and have not shown up are all embarrassed. Of course, King Zhao is no exception.
An Zheng: "Come here, I will help you."
He looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Is he okay?"
In the swamp, countless hands stretched out to grab An Zheng's feet, making it impossible for An Zheng to break free. But looking over, there was no change on the ground, not a single hand stretched out.
It's just that his understanding of An Zheng is far less than An Zheng's understanding of him. Moreover, Fu Bo had always been jealous of young people like An Zheng, who seemed to succeed so easily, to the point of hatred. He had done so many things for Zhao, but now he didn't get the treatment he deserved, while An Zheng got everything.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Since he is an honored guest, it would be rude for me, an idle person, to welcome him, but the adults are all discussing important matters of the court around the king, so I, an idle person, have no choice but to welcome him. "
He looked at the middle-aged man wearing a royal blue gown standing next to him: "Hu Bohou, how about that?"
An Zheng strode forward: "You were originally an upright person, but then you acted more and more darkly, so you developed such a dark sword energy."
So over the years, people in the world have called him Yinghou. The first meaning of Yinghou is that he is the most accomplished practitioner who is not on the stage in the Zhao Kingdom. The second one is, of course, his status as a marquis. Third, it means that this person is very scary, like a shadow that cannot be traced.
An Zheng: "No, I failed to take good care of him. He was injured and died tragically after I went to Fanggu City, the capital of Dayan, with me."
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
So over the years, people in the world have called him Yinghou. The first meaning of Yinghou is that he is the most accomplished practitioner who is not on the stage in the Zhao Kingdom. The second one is, of course, his status as a marquis. Third, it means that this person is very scary, like a shadow that cannot be traced.
He crossed his swords and slashed forward.
An Zheng: "Come here, I will help you."
If An Zheng is allowed to continue to move forward in this way, not only the Zhao State will be disgraced, but the Zhao State's court will also be disgraced.
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
Fu Bo's face turned a little pale, and it felt really uncomfortable to have someone poke his spine like this.
That was Qi, a weird sword Qi.
Fu Bo: "I know, so I've always wanted to ask you for an explanation."
Not long ago, An Zheng had defeated three sect masters one after another, and one sect master simply walked away without even daring to fight.
"Fu Yinghou."
If An Zheng is allowed to continue to move forward in this way, not only the Zhao State will be disgraced, but the Zhao State's court will also be disgraced.
An Zheng: "I've already avenged him, but it's true that I owe him."
The old eunuch continued to delay, waiting for clear instructions from the courtyard.
An Zheng shook his head: "If it is not an upright and bright art, I will defeat you openly with my sword energy."
Fu Bo: "Then let me take it back for him. Since you took him in, why didn't you take good care of him?"
Fu Bo's face turned a little pale, and it felt really uncomfortable to have someone poke his spine like this.
He looked back at the big courtyard, but there was still no movement. Apparently King Zhao was still waiting. If King Zhao didn't want An Zheng to continue fighting, he should have sent a letter long ago.
An Zheng knew Fu Bo, and Fu Bo certainly knew An Zheng.
Fu Bo waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have a few words to ask Mr. An."
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
An Zheng apologized: "It's true that I didn't take good care of him. I promised to help him live a good life."
The old eunuch who appeared before came out with a cold snort, his arms hanging low. His sleeves were unusually wide, and the clothes had obviously been modified.
"Fu Yinghou."
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
An Zheng suddenly sneered: "Originally I had some respect for you, but now I just look down upon you. Don't you feel guilty when you make a fuss about your dead old subordinate? You didn't even dare to take him in at the beginning and expelled him. When I left home, I probably wasn’t thinking about any old feelings, but Brother Jin was always thinking about your kindness.”
Fu Bo's hands flashed with light, and a sword appeared immediately.
Fu Bo said: "Since the grievances have been explained, please forgive me if I have been too harsh. I am going to kill you, not because of the grievances between Da Zhao and Dayan, nor because of the disputes between the rivers and lakes, but because of you." Personal grudge between me.”
An Zheng: "I've already avenged him, but it's true that I owe him."
Fu Bo said: "Since the grievances have been explained, please forgive me if I have been too harsh. I am going to kill you, not because of the grievances between Da Zhao and Dayan, nor because of the disputes between the rivers and lakes, but because of you." Personal grudge between me.”
So over the years, people in the world have called him Yinghou. The first meaning of Yinghou is that he is the most accomplished practitioner who is not on the stage in the Zhao Kingdom. The second one is, of course, his status as a marquis. Third, it means that this person is very scary, like a shadow that cannot be traced.
An Zheng suddenly sneered: "Originally I had some respect for you, but now I just look down upon you. Don't you feel guilty when you make a fuss about your dead old subordinate? You didn't even dare to take him in at the beginning and expelled him. When I left home, I probably wasn’t thinking about any old feelings, but Brother Jin was always thinking about your kindness.”
Fu Bo waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have a few words to ask Mr. An."
An Zheng suddenly sneered: "Originally I had some respect for you, but now I just look down upon you. Don't you feel guilty when you make a fuss about your dead old subordinate? You didn't even dare to take him in at the beginning and expelled him. When I left home, I probably wasn’t thinking about any old feelings, but Brother Jin was always thinking about your kindness.”
A huge cross-shaped force struck towards An Zheng. Wherever the cross-shaped force passed, the ground was cut open. The two people were fighting each other to move their positions, with a large millstone in between. As soon as the cross-shaped sharp energy passed, the millstone was directly divided into four pieces.
The old eunuch continued to delay, waiting for clear instructions from the courtyard.
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
"Fu Yinghou."
An Zheng clasped his fists: "I have long admired your name."
Fu Bo said: "Since the grievances have been explained, please forgive me if I have been too harsh. I am going to kill you, not because of the grievances between Da Zhao and Dayan, nor because of the disputes between the rivers and lakes, but because of you." Personal grudge between me.”
The sword energy blasted into the earth with electric current, and all those illusory ghost hands stretched out were blasted into ashes. The earth returned to its original state in an instant, and Fu Bo's sword energy was directly dispersed by An Zheng's sword energy.
A huge cross-shaped force struck towards An Zheng. Wherever the cross-shaped force passed, the ground was cut open. The two people were fighting each other to move their positions, with a large millstone in between. As soon as the cross-shaped sharp energy passed, the millstone was directly divided into four pieces.
"After he followed me, he still missed you and told me several times. He said that no matter how good I was to him, if Fu Bo summoned him back one day, he would still go back. His ancestors were subordinates of your Fu family. , so did his parents, and he will still do it in this life. "
"After he followed me, he still missed you and told me several times. He said that no matter how good I was to him, if Fu Bo summoned him back one day, he would still go back. His ancestors were subordinates of your Fu family. , so did his parents, and he will still do it in this life. "
"It does give you some limelight."
More and more fierce each time.
Fu Bo came out to serve Zhao Guo when he was a teenager, just to restore the Fu family's past status. However, because King Zhao was extremely disappointed with his father, he was also somewhat prejudiced against him. Even though he later made numerous contributions, he still did not get a real official position. He was only granted a title with no fiefdom and no hereditary replacement. Marquis.
Of course he came out at this time to smooth things over.
Fu Bo came out to serve Zhao Guo when he was a teenager, just to restore the Fu family's past status. However, because King Zhao was extremely disappointed with his father, he was also somewhat prejudiced against him. Even though he later made numerous contributions, he still did not get a real official position. He was only granted a title with no fiefdom and no hereditary replacement. Marquis.
An Zheng suddenly sneered: "Originally I had some respect for you, but now I just look down upon you. Don't you feel guilty when you make a fuss about your dead old subordinate? You didn't even dare to take him in at the beginning and expelled him. When I left home, I probably wasn’t thinking about any old feelings, but Brother Jin was always thinking about your kindness.”
Fu Bo's hands flashed with light, and a sword appeared immediately.
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
An Zheng flicked the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand, and like a purple lightning whip, he caught the cross-shaped sharp energy and threw it away. The cross-shaped sharp energy flew very far, at least within three hundred meters, all the houses and buildings, The big tree, everything including people, is divided into four pieces by the cross-shaped sharp energy, which is straight and neat.
The next step is more embarrassing, whether to fight or not.
"Now that Brother Jin is dead, you use his reputation to make excuses for yourself. How shameless. He has been dead for two years, and you only think of avenging him now? No, no, just because I am standing here now. Zhao The king wanted to kill me, but he didn't dare to do it openly, so he had to kill me because of the conflicts and grievances in the world. However, the people before him couldn't kill me even if they didn't live up to their expectations. "
Fu Bo: "I know, so I've always wanted to ask you for an explanation."
Fu Bo's hands flashed with light, and a sword appeared immediately.
The next step is more embarrassing, whether to fight or not.
Fu Bo: "Then let me take it back for him. Since you took him in, why didn't you take good care of him?"
An Zheng suddenly sneered: "Originally I had some respect for you, but now I just look down upon you. Don't you feel guilty when you make a fuss about your dead old subordinate? You didn't even dare to take him in at the beginning and expelled him. When I left home, I probably wasn’t thinking about any old feelings, but Brother Jin was always thinking about your kindness.”
He looked at An Zheng and asked: "About five years ago? When I went to work in northern Xinjiang, I heard that there was a great philanthropist from the southern Xinjiang generation of the Yan Kingdom. His surname was An, he was only a young man, but he acted generously and uprightly, and saved many lives. The poor people in the Shaojiang Lake have also saved many people. I have an old subordinate in my family named Jin, who had to live in the rivers and lakes because of his family's financial difficulties... "
"Next."
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
An Zheng raised his finger and pointed at Fu Bo's face: "You want to get up, so you have to work hard to please King Zhao. That's why you say this is not a grudge between the country and a country, but a personal grudge between you and me."
That was Qi, a weird sword Qi.
Of course he came out at this time to smooth things over.
Fortunately, An Zheng was the only outsider present.
An Zheng's expression changed slightly.
The several sect masters at the back looked at each other in confusion. In fact, they were all about the same strength. The sect masters of the real big sects who were much stronger than them were all at the back. It was impossible for them to show up so early. I thought that such a formation was enough to defeat An Zheng, but who would have thought that he would be crushed all the way.
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
Fu Bo: "It doesn't matter whether it is bright or dark, as long as it can help me succeed, it is the most correct."
An Zheng: "No, I failed to take good care of him. He was injured and died tragically after I went to Fanggu City, the capital of Dayan, with me."
"You are usually domineering because the king has given you so much care. I asked you to come out because although you are the master of a sect, you don't look far enough."
Fu Bo's face turned a little pale, and it felt really uncomfortable to have someone poke his spine like this.
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
He walked up to everyone and said coldly: "It's really laughable. A group of normally self-righteous men now know that their skills are inferior to others? The king asked you to come out just to let you know how big the world is." It’s just you, I’ll teach you a lesson.”
He took a step forward and stood in front of An Zheng: "My name is Fu Bo. I am the most laid-back person in the Zhao Dynasty. I have the idle title of Hu Bohou. Master An, please enlighten me."
He crossed his swords and slashed forward.
But for An Zheng, respect and whether he should kill or not were never in conflict.
Moreover, Fu Bo was not the only threat. The old eunuch stood in the distance, eager to try.
He looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Is he okay?"
He is just one person, and he is less than 18 years old, and he has been practicing for less than ten years. If he continues to be crushed like this, who will not say that Yan State is stronger than Zhao State
"You're going to die no matter what."
An Zheng: "I've already avenged him, but it's true that I owe him."
If they fight, no one left will be sure of victory. But if we don't fight, the entire Zhao Kingdom will lose all face. This is not the honor and disgrace of one or two people, but of everyone. Even those who have not yet taken action and those who are still in the dark and have not shown up are all embarrassed. Of course, King Zhao is no exception.
He took a step forward and stood in front of An Zheng: "My name is Fu Bo. I am the most laid-back person in the Zhao Dynasty. I have the idle title of Hu Bohou. Master An, please enlighten me."
Although those sect leaders looked down on Fu Bo, they couldn't beat him, let alone mess with him, so they took advantage of the opportunity and simply dispersed. It's just that Fu Bo's forceful efforts to save Zhao Guo's face seemed to be of no avail. The old eunuch just now said clearly that it was King Zhao's order, but now he said it was people from the Jianghu who came forward spontaneously. This was not a very clever way to clean up the situation.
He looked at the middle-aged man wearing a royal blue gown standing next to him: "Hu Bohou, how about that?"
The old eunuch continued to delay, waiting for clear instructions from the courtyard.
It's just that his understanding of An Zheng is far less than An Zheng's understanding of him. Moreover, Fu Bo had always been jealous of young people like An Zheng, who seemed to succeed so easily, to the point of hatred. He had done so many things for Zhao, but now he didn't get the treatment he deserved, while An Zheng got everything.
An Zheng strode forward: "You were originally an upright person, but then you acted more and more darkly, so you developed such a dark sword energy."
He took a step forward: "Why don't you help me?"
An Zheng flicked the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand, and like a purple lightning whip, he caught the cross-shaped sharp energy and threw it away. The cross-shaped sharp energy flew very far, at least within three hundred meters, all the houses and buildings, The big tree, everything including people, is divided into four pieces by the cross-shaped sharp energy, which is straight and neat.
He looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Is he okay?"
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
Fu Bo's hands flashed with light, and a sword appeared immediately.
An Zheng: "Come here, I will help you."
Fu Bo waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have a few words to ask Mr. An."
Although he was disappointed, it was a good start for him. Therefore, Fu Bo never made any choices. As long as it was something arranged by the court, he would try his best to do it. Regardless of whether it's good or bad, rescuing people or killing people, as long as the court gives an order, he will set off immediately.
In the swamp, countless hands stretched out to grab An Zheng's feet, making it impossible for An Zheng to break free. But looking over, there was no change on the ground, not a single hand stretched out.
Fu Bo: "You deserve to die, you must die!"
An Zheng apologized: "It's true that I didn't take good care of him. I promised to help him live a good life."
Fu Bo's hands flashed with light, and a sword appeared immediately.
He took a step forward: "Why don't you help me?"
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
Moreover, Fu Bo was not the only threat. The old eunuch stood in the distance, eager to try.
He took a step forward and stood in front of An Zheng: "My name is Fu Bo. I am the most laid-back person in the Zhao Dynasty. I have the idle title of Hu Bohou. Master An, please enlighten me."
Point the Broken Army Sword down!
Knife in the left hand, sword in the right hand.
Fu Bo's hands flashed with light, and a sword appeared immediately.
Of course he came out at this time to smooth things over.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Since he is an honored guest, it would be rude for me, an idle person, to welcome him, but the adults are all discussing important matters of the court around the king, so I, an idle person, have no choice but to welcome him. "
[Double Skills of Swords and Swords: Open the Gate of Hell]
He walked up to everyone and said coldly: "It's really laughable. A group of normally self-righteous men now know that their skills are inferior to others? The king asked you to come out just to let you know how big the world is." It’s just you, I’ll teach you a lesson.”
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
Fu Bo slashed forward with the sword in his left hand, and a streak of sword light went straight towards An Zheng. The long sword in his right hand pointed at the ground, and the ground under An Zheng's feet immediately turned black. The hard ground began to soften, and soon it became like an old man's swamp. An Zheng stepped there and his body began to sink.
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
So over the years, people in the world have called him Yinghou. The first meaning of Yinghou is that he is the most accomplished practitioner who is not on the stage in the Zhao Kingdom. The second one is, of course, his status as a marquis. Third, it means that this person is very scary, like a shadow that cannot be traced.
He is just one person, and he is less than 18 years old, and he has been practicing for less than ten years. If he continues to be crushed like this, who will not say that Yan State is stronger than Zhao State
More and more fierce each time.
Although he was disappointed, it was a good start for him. Therefore, Fu Bo never made any choices. As long as it was something arranged by the court, he would try his best to do it. Regardless of whether it's good or bad, rescuing people or killing people, as long as the court gives an order, he will set off immediately.
In the swamp, countless hands stretched out to grab An Zheng's feet, making it impossible for An Zheng to break free. But looking over, there was no change on the ground, not a single hand stretched out.
He looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Is he okay?"
Fu Bo slashed forward with the sword in his left hand, and a streak of sword light went straight towards An Zheng. The long sword in his right hand pointed at the ground, and the ground under An Zheng's feet immediately turned black. The hard ground began to soften, and soon it became like an old man's swamp. An Zheng stepped there and his body began to sink.
A huge cross-shaped force struck towards An Zheng. Wherever the cross-shaped force passed, the ground was cut open. The two people were fighting each other to move their positions, with a large millstone in between. As soon as the cross-shaped sharp energy passed, the millstone was directly divided into four pieces.
The broken sword in An Zheng's hand was full of fighting spirit: "Speaking of seeking justice, then I also want to seek some justice from you for Brother Jin."
He looked into An Zheng's eyes: "Is he okay?"
That was Qi, a weird sword Qi.
"After he followed me, he still missed you and told me several times. He said that no matter how good I was to him, if Fu Bo summoned him back one day, he would still go back. His ancestors were subordinates of your Fu family. , so did his parents, and he will still do it in this life. "
The next step is more embarrassing, whether to fight or not.
"After he followed me, he still missed you and told me several times. He said that no matter how good I was to him, if Fu Bo summoned him back one day, he would still go back. His ancestors were subordinates of your Fu family. , so did his parents, and he will still do it in this life. "
A villain who is not considered a villain is somewhere between someone who should be killed and someone who shouldn't be killed. It's a bit difficult to decide.
That was Qi, a weird sword Qi.
He waved his hand: "You all go down. With your strength, it's too much to ask Sect Master An for advice. Next time, let's see if you dare to run out and embarrass yourself."
An Zheng shook his head: "If it is not an upright and bright art, I will defeat you openly with my sword energy."
If they fight, no one left will be sure of victory. But if we don't fight, the entire Zhao Kingdom will lose all face. This is not the honor and disgrace of one or two people, but of everyone. Even those who have not yet taken action and those who are still in the dark and have not shown up are all embarrassed. Of course, King Zhao is no exception.
An Zheng suddenly sneered: "Originally I had some respect for you, but now I just look down upon you. Don't you feel guilty when you make a fuss about your dead old subordinate? You didn't even dare to take him in at the beginning and expelled him. When I left home, I probably wasn’t thinking about any old feelings, but Brother Jin was always thinking about your kindness.”
Although he was disappointed, it was a good start for him. Therefore, Fu Bo never made any choices. As long as it was something arranged by the court, he would try his best to do it. Regardless of whether it's good or bad, rescuing people or killing people, as long as the court gives an order, he will set off immediately.
An Zheng clasped his hands in his hands. He actually had some respect for people like Fu Bo. The previous generation had eaten up all the capital left by their ancestors, and he had achieved his current status entirely on his own. What An Zheng looked down upon about Fu Bo was that this man would go to any lengths to restore his family's former status.
Fu Bo: "Then let me take it back for him. Since you took him in, why didn't you take good care of him?"
An Zheng shook his head: "If it is not an upright and bright art, I will defeat you openly with my sword energy."
The old eunuch who appeared before came out with a cold snort, his arms hanging low. His sleeves were unusually wide, and the clothes had obviously been modified.
Point the Broken Army Sword down!
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
The next step is more embarrassing, whether to fight or not.
An Zheng's expression changed slightly.
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
The next step is more embarrassing, whether to fight or not.
[Po Jun: Lightning strike!]
"Now that Brother Jin is dead, you use his reputation to make excuses for yourself. How shameless. He has been dead for two years, and you only think of avenging him now? No, no, just because I am standing here now. Zhao The king wanted to kill me, but he didn't dare to do it openly, so he had to kill me because of the conflicts and grievances in the world. However, the people before him couldn't kill me even if they didn't live up to their expectations. "
Fu Bo came out to serve Zhao Guo when he was a teenager, just to restore the Fu family's past status. However, because King Zhao was extremely disappointed with his father, he was also somewhat prejudiced against him. Even though he later made numerous contributions, he still did not get a real official position. He was only granted a title with no fiefdom and no hereditary replacement. Marquis.
Fu Bo came out to serve Zhao Guo when he was a teenager, just to restore the Fu family's past status. However, because King Zhao was extremely disappointed with his father, he was also somewhat prejudiced against him. Even though he later made numerous contributions, he still did not get a real official position. He was only granted a title with no fiefdom and no hereditary replacement. Marquis.
The sword energy blasted into the earth with electric current, and all those illusory ghost hands stretched out were blasted into ashes. The earth returned to its original state in an instant, and Fu Bo's sword energy was directly dispersed by An Zheng's sword energy.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Since he is an honored guest, it would be rude for me, an idle person, to welcome him, but the adults are all discussing important matters of the court around the king, so I, an idle person, have no choice but to welcome him. "
Moreover, Fu Bo was not the only threat. The old eunuch stood in the distance, eager to try.
If An Zheng is allowed to continue to move forward in this way, not only the Zhao State will be disgraced, but the Zhao State's court will also be disgraced.
An Zheng: "I've already avenged him, but it's true that I owe him."
Point the Broken Army Sword down!
An Zheng strode forward: "You were originally an upright person, but then you acted more and more darkly, so you developed such a dark sword energy."
The middle-aged man nodded: "Since he is an honored guest, it would be rude for me, an idle person, to welcome him, but the adults are all discussing important matters of the court around the king, so I, an idle person, have no choice but to welcome him. "
He crossed his swords and slashed forward.
An Zheng flicked the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand, and like a purple lightning whip, he caught the cross-shaped sharp energy and threw it away. The cross-shaped sharp energy flew very far, at least within three hundred meters, all the houses and buildings, The big tree, everything including people, is divided into four pieces by the cross-shaped sharp energy, which is straight and neat.
The next step is more embarrassing, whether to fight or not.
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
An Zheng's eyes turned cold when he looked at Fu Bo: "But he hasn't waited for your call because his father stole other people's things when he was too poor. You feel it is an insult to your identity. You are afraid that you will never Once you become successful and someone mentions that one of your old subordinates is a thief, your face will be disgraceful, right?"
Fu Bo: "It doesn't matter whether it is bright or dark, as long as it can help me succeed, it is the most correct."
"It does give you some limelight."
Fu Bo: "I know, so I've always wanted to ask you for an explanation."
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
He looked at the middle-aged man wearing a royal blue gown standing next to him: "Hu Bohou, how about that?"
"You're going to die no matter what."
If they fight, no one left will be sure of victory. But if we don't fight, the entire Zhao Kingdom will lose all face. This is not the honor and disgrace of one or two people, but of everyone. Even those who have not yet taken action and those who are still in the dark and have not shown up are all embarrassed. Of course, King Zhao is no exception.
An Zheng flicked his left hand, and the Nine Nether Thunder Bells formed a string, breaking apart Fu Bo's sword energy like a long whip. An Zheng walked forward, with the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand and the broken military sword in his right hand, surrounded by purple lightning.
If they fight, no one left will be sure of victory. But if we don't fight, the entire Zhao Kingdom will lose all face. This is not the honor and disgrace of one or two people, but of everyone. Even those who have not yet taken action and those who are still in the dark and have not shown up are all embarrassed. Of course, King Zhao is no exception.
An Zheng raised his finger and pointed at Fu Bo's face: "You want to get up, so you have to work hard to please King Zhao. That's why you say this is not a grudge between the country and a country, but a personal grudge between you and me."
The old eunuch who appeared before came out with a cold snort, his arms hanging low. His sleeves were unusually wide, and the clothes had obviously been modified.
Fu Bo: "You deserve to die, you must die!"
A villain who is not considered a villain is somewhere between someone who should be killed and someone who shouldn't be killed. It's a bit difficult to decide.
Fu Bo said: "This is a shame to my family. I failed to take good care of the descendants of my old subordinates. But I couldn't protect myself at that time, so I could only drop by to see him. But when I got there, I heard that he followed you."
The next step is more embarrassing, whether to fight or not.
An Zheng said: "Then please ask Hu Bohou for advice."
More and more fierce each time.
He crossed his swords and slashed forward.
An Zheng: "Come here, I will help you."
If An Zheng is allowed to continue to move forward in this way, not only the Zhao State will be disgraced, but the Zhao State's court will also be disgraced.
The middle-aged man nodded: "Since he is an honored guest, it would be rude for me, an idle person, to welcome him, but the adults are all discussing important matters of the court around the king, so I, an idle person, have no choice but to welcome him. "
He looked at the middle-aged man wearing a royal blue gown standing next to him: "Hu Bohou, how about that?"
Fu Bo slashed forward with the sword in his left hand, and a streak of sword light went straight towards An Zheng. The long sword in his right hand pointed at the ground, and the ground under An Zheng's feet immediately turned black. The hard ground began to soften, and soon it became like an old man's swamp. An Zheng stepped there and his body began to sink.
He crossed his swords and slashed forward.
Fu Bo's hands flashed with light, and a sword appeared immediately.
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
A huge cross-shaped force struck towards An Zheng. Wherever the cross-shaped force passed, the ground was cut open. The two people were fighting each other to move their positions, with a large millstone in between. As soon as the cross-shaped sharp energy passed, the millstone was directly divided into four pieces.
Fu Bo's face turned a little pale, and it felt really uncomfortable to have someone poke his spine like this.
Fu Bo: "Then let me take it back for him. Since you took him in, why didn't you take good care of him?"
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
[Double Skills of Swords and Swords: Open the Gate of Hell]
Fu Bo said: "Since the grievances have been explained, please forgive me if I have been too harsh. I am going to kill you, not because of the grievances between Da Zhao and Dayan, nor because of the disputes between the rivers and lakes, but because of you." Personal grudge between me.”
An Zheng flicked the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand, and like a purple lightning whip, he caught the cross-shaped sharp energy and threw it away. The cross-shaped sharp energy flew very far, at least within three hundred meters, all the houses and buildings, The big tree, everything including people, is divided into four pieces by the cross-shaped sharp energy, which is straight and neat.
He is just one person, and he is less than 18 years old, and he has been practicing for less than ten years. If he continues to be crushed like this, who will not say that Yan State is stronger than Zhao State
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
Fu Bo said: "Since the grievances have been explained, please forgive me if I have been too harsh. I am going to kill you, not because of the grievances between Da Zhao and Dayan, nor because of the disputes between the rivers and lakes, but because of you." Personal grudge between me.”
Fu Bo said: "Since the grievances have been explained, please forgive me if I have been too harsh. I am going to kill you, not because of the grievances between Da Zhao and Dayan, nor because of the disputes between the rivers and lakes, but because of you." Personal grudge between me.”
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
An Zheng: "I've already avenged him, but it's true that I owe him."
An Zheng shook off the first cross spirit, but Fu Bo had already shot more than a dozen times.
An Zheng knew Fu Bo, and Fu Bo certainly knew An Zheng.
Fu Bo: "I know, so I've always wanted to ask you for an explanation."
Fu Bo: "It doesn't matter whether it is bright or dark, as long as it can help me succeed, it is the most correct."
An Zheng flicked the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand, and like a purple lightning whip, he caught the cross-shaped sharp energy and threw it away. The cross-shaped sharp energy flew very far, at least within three hundred meters, all the houses and buildings, The big tree, everything including people, is divided into four pieces by the cross-shaped sharp energy, which is straight and neat.
"Next."
Moreover, Fu Bo was not the only threat. The old eunuch stood in the distance, eager to try.
More and more fierce each time.
Fu Bo slashed forward with the sword in his left hand, and a streak of sword light went straight towards An Zheng. The long sword in his right hand pointed at the ground, and the ground under An Zheng's feet immediately turned black. The hard ground began to soften, and soon it became like an old man's swamp. An Zheng stepped there and his body began to sink.
An Zheng clasped his fists: "I have long admired your name."
Point the Broken Army Sword down!
Moreover, Fu Bo was not the only threat. The old eunuch stood in the distance, eager to try.
He is just one person, and he is less than 18 years old, and he has been practicing for less than ten years. If he continues to be crushed like this, who will not say that Yan State is stronger than Zhao State
An Zheng had heard of Fu Bo. He had heard of it during his years in the border area. This Fu Bozu can be regarded as the founding hero of Zhao State, so his descendants are quite blessed. It's just that in Fu Bo's father's generation, because they were too incompetent, they no longer had any fame.
An Zheng strode forward: "You were originally an upright person, but then you acted more and more darkly, so you developed such a dark sword energy."
Not long ago, An Zheng had defeated three sect masters one after another, and one sect master simply walked away without even daring to fight.
Fu Bo said: "This is a shame to my family. I failed to take good care of the descendants of my old subordinates. But I couldn't protect myself at that time, so I could only drop by to see him. But when I got there, I heard that he followed you."
Moreover, Fu Bo was not the only threat. The old eunuch stood in the distance, eager to try.
Fu Bo waved his hand: "Don't worry, I have a few words to ask Mr. An."
An Zheng flicked his left hand, and the Nine Nether Thunder Bells formed a string, breaking apart Fu Bo's sword energy like a long whip. An Zheng walked forward, with the Nine Nether Thunder Bell in his left hand and the broken military sword in his right hand, surrounded by purple lightning.