[Grim Reign in the Drunken Battleground]: Who is the one who is fighting with the little angel Hanmei now
[But I'm asking for a sleep and not repairing leaves]: What's wrong with the city's appearance, he is clearly a mature uncle who is too handsome. Look at the tendon in his body, his beautiful complexion, and even his Adam's apple is so sexy... If you say he is unsightly and degrading to the city, you can report your home address and I'll send you the blade. Those who dare to be shirtless in winter are real men!
Jiang Pengji also turned his attention to Li Yun's opponent.
Feng Zhen on the side said, "That's Yang Jian."
"This is Yang Jian. I heard that others call him a handsome beard, and praise him for his long and beautiful beard... I can't see how beautiful he is."
She can't understand this kind of aesthetics. For her, beards are similar to armpit hair, and belong to the category of body hair.
Feng Zhen didn't know what was going on in her mind and said, "What the world says is true."
Yang Jian didn't want to bully people with wheel battles, so he simply let Dian Yin and Li Yun take turns, but they were slapped in the face by turns.
Dian Yin not only has a rough face and a tall stature, but also possesses extraordinary strength, which makes Yang Jian suffer a lot.
However, Dian Yin's flaws are also very obvious. His posture is not flexible enough, his moves are too rough, he opens up and closes, and there are many flaws.
When you meet an experienced veteran, you will inevitably suffer a dark loss.
Li Yun is not the case, Xie Qian taught by hand, he himself is extremely talented, and he is diligent and willing to learn.
After more than 20 years of hard training day and night, he finally developed a superb spear skill, his martial arts far surpassed others.
If it weren't for his lack of age and experience, it would be difficult for everyone present to make him suffer.
He and Dian Yin teamed up to make Yang Jian lose face. Yang Jian originally wanted to sit on the sidelines and let them settle their grievances by themselves, but they couldn't sit still at this moment, so they could only end the game in person and get back a little bit of the game. Otherwise, this matter spreads out, saying that Yang Jian's subordinates are all soft-footed shrimp, and he was chosen by two young descendants to turn the world upside down.
It was still the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, Yang Jian didn't feel the cold, and took off his shirt, revealing his strong upper body. His chest and back were all crisscrossed with old wounds, some of which were fatal. Just looking at them, he could imagine them in his mind. That nine-death scene.
"Yang Duwei, offended."
Li Yun clasped his fists, restrained his distracting thoughts, and concentrated on coping, not even realizing that his lord was watching the crowd.
Yang Jian looked very peaceful, without the slightest aggressiveness, but Li Yun didn't dare to take it lightly, "I admire young people like you most, who dare to fight and have the courage, this is very good. You don't have to be jealous of my age. , do your best. You said that your spear skills were taught by your master, then let me see how much you have learned about Xie Qian's skills. This is not a matter of life and death, just click on it and stop."
Li Yun used a gun, while Yang Jian used a big sword.
This knife is specially made, the blade is wide and long, the blade is extremely sharp, and it shines with a cold white light.
As the saying goes, one point is long and one point is strong. In terms of weapons alone, Li Yun has a certain advantage.
However, at the moment when the two confronted, Jiang Pengji had already seen the end.
She tutted, "Hanmei kicked the iron plate."
Feng Zhen asked her, "What does the lord mean... Han Mei will lose?"
"Not only will you lose, but you will lose ugly." Jiang Pengji said, "The difference between the two is not only in experience... The rhythm of Hanmei has always been driven by Yang Jian, and the world has been brought into the pit. Yang Jian is one year older than Hanmei. He is older, but his body is still at its peak, Han Mei's marksmanship is good, his angles are cunning and flexible, and his strength can break a tiger's mouth, but in Yang Jian's eyes, he is afraid that it is too fancy and lacks momentum."
Fengzhen's level of swordsmanship is still at the level of the small class of square dance, where can he see the doorway
He just felt that Li Yun was faster than Yang Jian, and his weapon was longer than the opponent, so there must be an advantage.
Jiang Pengji read his expression and asked him, "Do you really think Yang Jian is slow?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yang Jian, who seemed to be suppressed, suddenly counterattacked.
He not only avoided Li Yun's spear, but also hit his wrist with the handle of the knife, causing the spear to let go. At the same time, he pressed the back of the knife against his neck. With lightning-fast speed and infiltrating strength, he was able to retract it freely. , Stop when you say stop, you can see people's mood fluctuates violently.
"No matter how fast the speed is, if he fails to subdue or kill the enemy, it's just a fancy performance. Yang Jian seems to be suppressed, but he is actually looking for Hanmei's flaws. He doesn't need to be fast, he just needs to make sure to kill Hanmei. The faster Hanmei dodges, he wins."
On the other end, Li Yun was also so scared that he was sweating coldly.
Even though Yang Jian didn't use the slightest killing intent, Li Yun had the illusion that the judge's pen was swept across his throat.
As long as Yang Jian thought about it, Li Yun's head would fall to the ground just now, and he would die on the spot.
"Thank you, Captain Yang, for your guidance."
Yang Jian put away the big sword, put it back in the scabbard, and said gently, "Young and vigorous is not a bad thing, diligent study is the right way. I can beat you, but I bullied you and suffered more than you for more than ten years. Fan. In short, your martial arts skills are much better than my useless son. He is useless, but you are already a warrior... I really envy, Xie Qian's son is very promising, it is really incomparable."
The match just now was not so much a heads-up match, but a teaching match, Li Yun was the one who was educated.
Li Yun was ashamed, and after calming down, he also realized that he and Dian Yin had stepped on others' face, which was indeed a bit too much.
Private grievances are private, and should not be involved in public affairs, affecting the relationship between the two forces.
"Hanmei."
Just as he was thinking, a familiar call came from the crowd, his scalp tingled suddenly, and he looked over in disbelief.
"See your lord!"
He and Dian Yin immediately saluted, and their hearts burst into emptiness.
Who recruited the master
"Get up." After she finished speaking, she turned her gaze to Yang Jian, the beautiful bearded man, "I saw Duwei Yang in Xiaxiangyang County."
Feng Zhen sneaked up to Li Yun and the two of them and smiled maliciously, "I'm afraid that you will suffer, so I called the lord."
Li Yun and Dian Yin threw him a look of "you are going to kill Lao Tzu", and my life is over.
If the lord knew that they were fighting privately with Yang Jian's subordinates, and that the relationship between the two had almost become stale, he would have to settle accounts in the autumn.
Yang Jian glanced at Jiang Pengji and said, "It turned out to be Liu Zhongqing's son, and he is indeed a young and talented person, with such good looks!"
After he finished speaking, he patted Jiang Pengji's shoulder three times with his big fan-like palm.
This was a test, but the first time I tried to restrain myself, Jiang Pengji didn't change her face,
Yang Jian's heart moved, and the strength of the second and third strokes suddenly increased.
If you put it on an ordinary person, let alone stand firm, your arm has to be dislocated.
Jiang Pengji's expression was the same as usual, with a shy smile on her small face, and at first glance, she was well-behaved in capital letters.
After Yang Jian tested it, his heart sank, and he manually tore off the label of "weak literati" on Jiang Pengji.