Chapter 676 father, battle!

After a while, the little flower ball tried its best to break free of Hong Zhenyi's hands, and then slowly hovered over her head, as if to guide her, first flew to the distance for a while, and then flew back.

The lovely look is like telling Hong Zhenyi to follow it.

Hong Zhenyi naturally understood the meaning of xiaohuaqiu, and now she knew that she could not stop what would happen next.

For the fighters, fighting is the best way to solve the conflict.

Helplessly, she looks at her father, and looks at Jiang Huan with a complicated look.

only Jiang Huan looks at her tenderly. Hong Zhenyi holds two giant hands that are very different from her body shape and abruptly plunges into the ground.

"Bang!"

When the dust rises, the two huge blades stand steadily in front of Hong Zhenyi and Hong Feng.

Only heard Hong Zhenyi slowly said.

"Be safe."

Voice down, little girl with a little sad expression, and little flower ball towards the distance.

……

The evil spirit was rampant and suddenly filled the whole audience.

Hong Feng gently grasps the huge blade left by Hong Zhenyi, raises his hand slightly, and directly pulls out the blade with stone.

Then facing Jiang Huan, he said with a light smile.

"I can give you time to recover, so that I don't fall down with a big bully and a strong tongue."

Looking back at Jiang Huan, he shook his head and said back.

"No, I'd like to see the famous governor Huben's sword technique!"

Hearing this, Hong Feng burst out laughing. For many years, no one dared to talk to him like this.

"Good! It is indeed Jiang Zhenfeng's son. This crazy tone is just the same.

"In that case, let's make a knife."

Jiang Huan's mouth is slightly raised.

"Don't worry. It's better to say something clearly before the fight."

Hong Feng was stunned. "What can I say?"

With him as the center, covering the whole square, it seems that there are two strong breath, colliding with each other, making people directly feel depressed.

It is not the momentum of vitality, nor the prestige of the realm, but a natural breath from Jiang Huan and Hongfeng.

I saw Jiang Huan with his hands in sleeves, standing on the spot in a very light cloud, and said with a plain face.

"Jiang Huan is a layman, who values profits but not fame."

Smell speech, Hong Feng unexpectedly is approbate a tiny smile.

"It can be seen from the fact that you killed two Western experts, Qing Tianya and Liu Qingcong, under the name of the son of trash."

Jiang Huan doesn't think so, continues.

"So I'll never fight for nothing, at least a little bit of a bet."

"What do you want to bet?" Hong Feng asked

In Hongfeng's eyes, Jiang Huan's indifference and blandness are so ridiculous and beyond his capacity.

But the longer Jiang Huan is calm or even quiet, the more uneasy Hong Feng feels.

Because the subconscious brought down from the battlefield told him that the more powerful a man is, the more he can be in danger of himself, and the more powerful his opponent is, the more calm he is, the more confident he is, the more confident he is, the more confident he is.

Jiang Huan naturally didn't know Hong Feng's heart, and now he slowly returned.

"If you and I win the first World War, you can take away Jiang Huan's life. And I promise that no matter Feng Sihai or my father will come to you for trouble. In the same way, the hatred between you and Huben cavalry and my father will disappear. How about that?"