Chapter 274

Feng Jin originally showed her teeth in pain. When he heard Jiang Pengji's arrogant declaration, his hand didn't hurt and his stomach hurt.

If it is in Hejian County, she is so arrogant. At least Liu she can carry it.

But now, this is Shangjing. At the foot of the emperor, she doesn't have the advantage of local snakes. She can be so arrogant.

Thinking of his humility and concession just now, he suddenly felt arrogant in exchange for such humiliation and a knife in his arm.

"Lanting, be careful, these people are not good." Feng Jin covered the wound with her left hand. The dazzling blood kept flowing out of her fingers. Her face was pale because of pain and blood loss. Even her voice was very weak, "an envoy sent by the imperial court of Northern Xinjiang..."

Jiang Pengji looked at several strong men in the courtyard, one by one with black hair, small braids, flower cloth scarves on her head, thick eyebrows flying obliquely into her temples. Her face was deep and three-dimensional. At a glance, she could see that they were foreigners.

They were naked one by one, with strange and complex tattoos on their shoulders and chest. They could vaguely see the appearance of ferocious animals, and their upper bodies showed stone like muscles. One arm was thicker than Feng Jin's young thighs, and their skin was smeared with oil and reflected light.

"Oh, the messenger sent by the imperial court of Northern Xinjiang?" Jiang Pengji smiled coldly and grimly, stepped forward two steps, and the crowd automatically separated for her, "Feng Jin, are you alive to the belly of a dog at your age? The son of a letter in the hall was bullied like this? It's just a few watchdog dogs, and you're not a descendant of the imperial court in Northern Xinjiang. You're beaten like this. It's a shame for your father."

Feng Jin's expression changed. It's not that Jiang Pengji was angry, but that's the truth.

The son of the Secretary in the hall was beaten in the face and injured his important right arm in the Tangquan hall under the name of King Changshou.

A few days later, because of this injury, he is very likely not to participate.

"Who do you call a watchdog?"

Jiang Pengji stood in front of Feng Jin and looked at the people who spoke. Some of the other students were watching and others wanted to come forward to help, but they didn't bring any weapons. Just comparing their size, where were the opponents of these mountain like strong men with knives?

Feng Jin was the most unlucky. She hurt her arm and was beaten in the face. Others had messy clothes and occasional abrasions.

"Gee, the dog who stole his sister-in-law scolded the dog." Jiang Pengji was in a bad mood as if she had eaten gunpowder. Now someone gathered in front of her to smoke. Naturally, she gave a rude meal. "Isn't Beijiang rated 369? Except that the royal family is first-class, others are second-class garbage. It's a compliment to say that you are a watchdog and show the friendship between the two countries."

Feng Jin had never seen such a fierce Jiang Pengji. She was so surprised that she forgot the pain for a moment.

Those rough men were choked by Jiang Pengji's scolding. The leader looked fierce, but he was not good at talking.

They felt that those scholars were weak and could only talk nonsense in their mouths. Their two thighs were not as thick as their own arms. They were in a sensitive period. Even if they humiliated these beheaded chickens, the Dongqing royal family would not do anything to them.

"You, who did you say stole your sister-in-law?"

The leader's strong man flashed a trace of panic. He took the knife one step earlier, instantly narrowed the distance between him and Jiang Pengji, and made a vicious threat.

Jiang Pengji smiled and showed her white teeth, "you stole your father's little wife."

Feng Jin knew that Jiang Pengji would not be aimless. It was estimated that what she said was true, otherwise the strong man's reaction would not be so fierce... Suddenly, he couldn't help thinking of the scene that Jiang Pengji shook the bottom of the bandit stronghold that night.

"Huai Yu, which dog hurt you?"

Jiang Pengji didn't pay attention to these strong men in front of her at all. She did it if she didn't accept it. She didn't lose in a quarrel, and it was even more impossible to lose in a fight.

"Lanting, Dongqing is a state of etiquette..." Feng Jin smiled bitterly. "By the way, the one who hit me was the one wearing a green scarf."

He felt that Jiang Pengji was happy to say so, but he should also pay attention to the influence of the two countries.

However, the little partner is willing to stand out for himself, which can't be brushed away.

"Talk to people because people understand people. Talk to dogs because dogs don't understand people. You see, when you talk to them, they don't understand. But when I say that to him, don't they understand?" Jiang Pengji tutted, "you should change your attitude towards foreign friends and actively eliminate language barriers. This is the correct way of diplomacy..."

Everyone knows that Jiang Pengji's story is nonsense, but some people think they have been brainwashed.

This crooked reasoning seems to be really interesting.

Those strong men from northern Xinjiang had come to pick things up. They were very happy to bully those weak scholars. When they met Jiang Pengji, who was so eloquent and sharp mouthed, they immediately got angry and said that they would fight, but the undead would be fine anyway.

Dongqing has emphasized culture and restrained martial arts for many years. Those men on the border of Northern Xinjiang can be regarded as iron-clad men, but after they entered Dongqing, the men they saw were women who could not wait to twist their waist when wearing hairpins and powder and walking. Occasionally, there were several normal people who were not diligent in their limbs.

They can pat their breasts and say that the white cut chickens in the yard are not enough for them to cut, let alone the short man in front of them!

Facts have proved that they seem to have met a fake gun today. What a Hercules!

Bang——

Jiang Pengji is thin and has the advantage of dexterity, and her strength has nothing to do with her appearance.

I thought I could take it by raising my hand, but unexpectedly, Jiang Pengji was more slippery than loach.

He grabbed the blade from one of them with empty hands and pinched the wrist joint of the other with his two fingers, which not only forced the other party to loosen the hand holding the knife, but also turned one body close to the other party's arms, pulled the other party's body forward, and slammed the other hand's elbow upward, right in the man's Adam's apple.

Between the lightning and flint, he caught the handle of the other party's big knife, and turned his body up with his knee at the same time.

The ears are sensitive, and you can even hear the sound of bag rupture and liquid splashing.

People: "

Wait, that position

Feng Jin took a step back and her legs trembled faintly.

Jiang Pengji took the strong man's body as a shield, blocked a knife against her vest, turned her wrist and turned the blade in one direction.

Her back seemed to have eyes. The blade smartly crossed the attacker's eyes. Suddenly, her blood spilled, which made people's eyes ache. This is not over. After she dropped the shield, she grabbed her throat with her fingers into claws, pulled it down and threw it on the ground.

With the strength given by Jiang Pengji and the strength of her falling, the whole face was blurred and became a pan.

Obviously, more than a dozen big men beat up one person, but judging from the form on the stage, how does it look like Jiang Pengji beating up a group of them?

Feng Jin knows that Jiang Pengji can fight, but she doesn't know that she has been able to fight to this extent. Whoever she sees will fight.

Those strong men are well-trained fierce men in Northern Xinjiang. They are few in number, but they are like head harvesters on the battlefield.

"Say, which dog claw did you hurt Huaiyu?"

Jiang Pengji stepped on the other side of her face. Her face was twisted and could not move. It was like being pressed by a five finger mountain.