With a clang, the snake-shaped sword returned to the scabbard. Du San, who was tall and tall, showed a humble smile on his face, and clasped his fists at the young man in brocade opposite him and said, "The second young master's swordsman is extraordinary. Thanks to the mercy of the second young master, I have barely supported this for a long time. After this moment, Du is really unsustainable and willing to give in to the disadvantage."

Mr. Chen's slightly pale face finally had a bit of blood. He smiled slightly and said reservedly, "It's good that you know."

Secretly, I don’t know how many people are praising Du Santong’s human nature, and their future may not be limited.

After the two of them fought, someone immediately entered the field, but this time the bet was the palm power. Whenever the palm power was stimulated, the rivers would be boiling and even more spectacular.

"How is the weather here comparable to your poetry and articles?"

Jiang Yingyue leaned on the railing of the pleasure boat and looked at Jia Junpeng with a smile on his face, still wearing a red dress, like a fire.

Jia Junpeng wiped his forehead, "It's dangerous, too dangerous. If you are not careful, your intestines will be broken immediately. Soldiers are indeed an ominous weapon, and the saints cannot use it."

"you!"

Jiang Yingyue stomped her feet and angrily went away.

This time, the young men from the martial arts circle in Guang'an Prefecture gathered in a pleasure boat and traveled to the evil Longjiang at night. Jia Junpeng was pulled by Jiang Yingyue.

Looking at Jiang Yingyue's distant figure, Jia Junpeng couldn't help but breathe a breath at the river. How could he not know the girl's thoughts? It's just that the different paths of literature and martial arts are. Even if we get together temporarily, we will definitely get farther and farther away in the future.

When a warrior practices, he can have extraordinary power and a long lifespan.

Both of them are young and beautiful now, but decades later, Jiang Yingyue is still as beautiful as before, and he is probably about to shake his teeth and fall.

How many young scholars don’t admire martial arts? Who doesn’t have the fantasy of joining the army and fighting on the battlefield? It’s just that his family is in such a state of mind, so he can only abandon literature and practice martial arts.

The girl's kindness could only be abandoned as the flowing water in front of him.

"Oh, who is this person? Why don't I know? I don't know who is my brother, please introduce it to me."

Jia Junpeng was staring at the fierce palm power competition of the two young men not far away. Suddenly, a disharmonious voice came from behind.

He turned his head and his two sword eyebrows immediately broke, "Zhu San, how long have you left Furong Town? You are blind."

The boy was so sarcastic that his words made the boy in purple in front of him furious. The few people following the boy in purple in purple couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhu San was extremely angry and pointed at Jia Junpeng and said angrily, "Okay, it's so good. You are still sharp-toned and sharp-toned. I want to see, your mouth has been practicing for many years, whether your teeth are hard or my slap is hard." After that, his big hand sucked away to Jia Junpeng's face.

Seeing that the slap was about to settle, a black shadow rolled up like a poisonous dragon. Zhu San's palm swung out quickly retreated. The poisonous dragon immediately retreated, but it was a long whip.

"Zhu San, you really become less and less successful in your life. You don't have to sneer when you attack a scholar who is powerless. You don't have to be afraid of sneering when it is spread."

But it was Jiang Yingyue who rushed back in time.

Zhu San's face turned red, and suddenly he increased his voice, "But I don't know who is going to be sneered. You, Jiang Yingyue's family of three generations of warriors, have also produced strong condensation people in the clan. You are thinking about this ordinary person and spread it. Do you still have the face of your Jiang family?"

Zhu San knew that Jiang Yingyue was beautiful and had great martial arts skills, and was the object of secret admiration for many young people here. If he stirred up the water like this, he would definitely cause storms.

Sure enough, he started to make a noise, which immediately alarmed everyone. Even the battles over there stopped, and the crowd rushed towards him.

"Yingyue, I saved up this game today. Do you really bring this young man who has no foundation in martial arts?"

A tall and handsome young man stood at the forefront of the center of the crowd like stars holding the moon, staring at Jiang Yingyue majestic.

"Brother Pang, I, I..."

Jiang Yingyue was speechless for a moment.

The young man surnamed Pang's eyes turned cold, "From today, Jiang..."

"What are you excited about!"

Before the young man surnamed Pang finished speaking, Jia Junpeng cut off his words, walked three or two feet in front of him and stood outside, saying loudly, "I really don't know where you are confident when you are waiting. You have such a high opinion of yourself. You can really think that you have become a saint on your own? Don't know that there is true meaning in the book, but it is not something you can know."

The boy was not a rampant person, but knew that if he was not rampant and led his attention away, he would really cause big trouble for Jiang Yingyue.

When he started this, he really caused a lot of ridicule and the effect was amazing.

For a moment, there were screams of scolding on the deck.

The young man surnamed Pang didn't care about Jiang Yingyue, waved his hand to stop the noise, stared at the boy, and said word by word, "If you hadn't come from Furong Town, you would have died."

The young man said, "It seems that Zun Jia also thinks that literary talent is inferior to martial arts?"

The young man surnamed Pang laughed to the sky, "I think you are so stupid that you are studying. I have no idea what kind of world it is today. Young man, I advise you to open your eyes to see the world."

Jia Junpeng said, "Today's world is naturally a world where warriors dominate, but not all warriors can dominate. If you don't talk about others, how many of them are among you who can dominate the top? As far as I know, there may not be a powerful qi sea among the 100 warriors. I don't know what qualifications are for such warriors."

"On the contrary, among the literati, those who are heroes are assisted and those who are in high positions are unknown. From a partial perspective, how can you know that literary is worse than martial arts? Sorry, I think everyone belongs to the local."

The young man surnamed Pang sneered, "The sharp teeth are just those who are good at talking, what can I do to help?"

Jia Junpeng clasped his fists at Tianyi, "As far as I know, the Immortal Saint was just a young man by the evil dragon river. He was famous for his poetry and became famous. Did you forget it? Before the Immortal Saint, he also got a poetry and lyrics. His articles were wonderful, and he could understand the will of heaven above and follow the hearts of the people below. The phoenix is ​​soaring with the dragon, and the clouds are colorful."

If you talk about verbal tricks, Jia Junpeng is also a rare opponent. For a moment, he used all the methods of changing concepts, changing topics, and generalizing the whole story to refute the young man surnamed Pang to speechlessness, seeing Jiang Yingyue's pretty face turned red and his heart was as if he was thrilled. Mobile::

"Brother Pang, this person is accustomed to quarrels and rarely loses. I think it's better to drive him off the boat and let him go back."

Zhu San advised that he knew Jia Junpeng too much and knew that if this guy was in trouble, the situation would definitely collapse.

"Brother Zhu means, are Brother Pang and I fighting? Am I bored, or is Brother Pang bored?"

Jia Junpeng said with a smile.
Chapter completed!