Chapter 689

[don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield]: who is fighting with Han Mei little angel now? It's really ugly and hinders the appearance of the city.

[just want to sleep without repair]: it's a mature uncle who is too handsome to hinder the appearance of the city. Look at the tendons and beautiful skin color. People even have such a sexy range of laryngeal wriggle... They say he is unsightly and insulting the city. You report your home address and I'll send you a blade. Those who dare to bare their arms in winter are real men!

Jiang Pengji also turned her attention to Li Peng's opponent.

Feng Zhen on one side said, "that's Yang Jian."

"This is Yang Jian. It is said that others call him a beautiful bearded man. They 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, beard is similar to armpit hair, belonging to the category of developed and lush body hair.

Feng Zhen didn't know what was in her mind and said, "what the world says is true."

Yang Jian didn't want to bully people by car. He simply let Dianyin and Li Yun come in turn. As a result, they were beaten in the face in turn.

Dianyin not only has a rough face and a tall body, but also has extraordinary strength. He breaks his dexterity with strength, which makes Yang Jian suffer a lot of losses.

However, Dianyin's defects are also obvious. His posture is not flexible enough, his moves are too rough, his opening and closing are wide, and there are many flaws.

If you meet an experienced veteran, you will inevitably suffer a dark loss.

Li Yun was not. Xie Qian taught him hand in hand. He was very talented and hardworking.

After more than 20 years of hard training day and night, he finally developed a superb marksmanship. His martial arts are far better than others.

But for his lack of age and experience, it would be difficult for everyone present to let him suffer.

He and Dianyin teamed up to make Yang Jian lose face. Yang Jian wanted to stand on the sidelines and let them solve their grievances by themselves, but he couldn't sit still. He had to end up in person and get back a little. Otherwise, it was said that Yang Jian's subordinates were all soft footed shrimps. He was turned upside down by two young students. His face could not be hung up, and the general's momentum would be even more depressed.

Now it's still a cold winter. Yang Jian doesn't feel cold. He directly takes off his coat and reveals his strong upper body. His chest and back are all staggered old injuries. Some of the injuries are very fatal. Just looking at them, he can imagine the scene of near death in his mind.

"Yang Duwei, I'm offended."

Li Yun hugged his fist, restrained his thoughts, focused on dealing with it, and didn't even notice his lord watching in the crowd.

Yang Jian looked very peaceful and did not have the slightest aggression, but Li Yun did not dare to take it lightly, "I admire young students like you most. They are brave and courageous. That's good. You don't have to be afraid of my age and do it with all your strength. You said your marksmanship was taught by your master, so let me see how much you have learned Xie Qian's skills. This is not a matter of life and death. Just wait until the point."

Li Yun brushes his gun and Yang Jian uses a big knife.

This knife is specially made. Its body is wide and long. Its blade is extremely sharp and shining with 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 of the confrontation between the two, Jiang Pengji had seen the end.

She tutted, "Han Mei has kicked the iron plate."

Feng Zhen asked her, "what does the Lord mean... Han Mei will lose?"

"Not only will you lose, you will lose ugly." Jiang Pengji said, "the difference between the two is not just experience... The rhythm of the whole game has been driven by Yang Jian and brought directly into the pit. Although Yang Jian is a generation older than Han Mei, his body is still at its peak. Han Mei has good shooting skills, sharp and flexible angles and strength, which can crack the tiger's mouth, but in Yang Jian's eyes, he is afraid of being too flashy and lack of momentum."

Feng Zhen's swordsmanship is still at the level of the small square dance class. Where can he see the way?

He just thinks that Li Yun is faster than Yang Jian and his weapons are longer than Fang Jian. That must have an advantage.

Jiang Pengji read out his expression and asked him, "do you really think Yang Jian is slow?"

As soon as her voice fell, Yang Jian, who seemed to have been suppressed, suddenly killed by the Jedi.

He not only avoided Li Yun's long gun, but also hit him on the wrist with the handle of the knife to get rid of the long gun. At the same time, he put the back of the knife against his neck. He was as fast as thunder and seeping power. He could retract and release freely. He said to stop and stop, which made people's mood fluctuate violently.

"No matter how fast he is, he can't subdue or kill the enemy. It's just a fancy performance. Yang Jian seems to be suppressed, but he's actually looking for Han Mei's flaws. He doesn't need to be fast. He just needs to ensure that killing Han Mei is faster than avoiding Han Mei, and he wins."

At the other end, Li Yun was also scared and sweating.

Even though Yang Jian didn't use the slightest intention to kill, Li Yun had the illusion that the judge's pen of the Lord of Yan had swept through his throat.

As long as Yang Jian thinks about it, Li Yun will fall to the ground and die on the spot.

"Thank you for your guidance."

Yang Jian put the broadsword back into its scabbard and said gently, "It's not a bad thing to be young and vigorous, but studying hard is the right way. I can beat you, but I bullied you and ate more than ten years more than you. In short, your martial arts are much better than my useless son. He's not useful, but you're already a fierce general... I envy that Xie Qian's son is promising and can't compare with him."

The scene just now was not so much a single game as a teaching Bureau. Li Yun was the one who was educated.

Li Yun was ashamed. After calming down, he also realized that he and Dianyin had stepped on other people's face and had indeed gone too far.

Personal grudges and grievances are personal. We shouldn't involve business and affect the relationship between the two forces.

"Han Mei."

Just thinking, a familiar call came from the crowd. His scalp suddenly numbed and looked at him incredulously.

"See the Lord!"

He and Dianyin saluted immediately and felt empty in their hearts.

Who brought the Lord?

"Get up." With that, she turned her eyes to Yang Jian, the beautiful bearded male, "I met Yang Duwei, the magistrate of xiaxiangyang county."

Feng Zhen came up to Li Yun and smiled unkindly, "I'm afraid you'll suffer a loss. I called the Lord."

Li Yun and Dian Yin gave him a look of "you are going to kill Lao Tzu". My life is over.

If the Lord knew that they had a private fight with Yang Jian's subordinates and almost made their relationship stiff, he must settle accounts after autumn.

Yang Jian looked at Jiang Pengji and said, "it turned out to be Liu Zhongqing's son. It's really a young man with good looks!"

Then he patted Jiang Pengji on the shoulder three times with a palm like a PU fan.

This was a temptation. She restrained herself first, and Jiang Pengji didn't change her face,

Yang Jian's heart moved, and his second and third strength rose abruptly.

If you put it on an ordinary person, let alone stand firm, your arm still has to be dislocated.

Jiang Pengji looked as usual. Her small face smiled shyly. At a glance, she was clever in capital letters.

After Yang Jian tried, his heart sank and he manually tore off the label of "weak literati" on Jiang Pengji.