Six Hundred and Ninety-Four: The Lord Who Protects His Children (4)
[Drunk on the battlefield, don't laugh]: Who is the one fighting with the little Hanmei angel now? He's so ugly and an eyesore.
[Just want to sleep with Ye Buxiu]: How can he be an eyesore? He's clearly a handsome mature uncle. Look at his muscular body and beautiful skin color. Even the amplitude of his Adam's apple moving is so sexy... If you say he is an eyesore and an insult to the city, tell me your home address and I'll send you a razor blade. Those who dare to go shirtless in the winter are real men!
Jiang Pengji also shifted her sights 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 the man with beautiful beard and praise his long and beautiful beard... I can't tell what's beautiful about him."
She couldn't understand this kind of aesthetics. To her, beards were similar to armpit hair, belonging to the category of luxuriant body hair.
Feng Zhen didn't know what she was thinking, and said, "What people say is true."
Yang Jian didn't want to bully others with a round-robin battle, so he simply let Dian Yin and Li Yun take turns, but they were slapped in the face in turn.
Dian Yin not only had a rough face and a tall figure, but also had extraordinary strength. He used force to defeat cleverness, which made Yang Jian suffer a lot.
However, Dian Yin's flaws were also obvious. His posture was not flexible enough, his moves were too rough, and there were many flaws.
When encountering experienced veterans, it is inevitable to suffer losses.
Li Yun was different. Xie Qian taught him hand in hand. He himself was very talented and hardworking.
After more than 20 years of hard training day and night, he finally practiced a superb spearmanship. His martial arts far surpassed others.
If it weren't for his 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 wanted to sit on the sidelines and let them settle their grievances, but now he couldn't sit still and had to go down in person to get back some face. Otherwise, if this matter spread out, saying that Yang Jian's subordinates were all weaklings, and they were actually picked up by two young men, he would lose face and the morale of his soldiers would be even more depressed.
It was still winter, but Yang Jian didn't feel the cold at all. He took off his shirt directly, revealing his strong and sturdy upper body. His chest and back were all intertwined with old injuries. Some of the injuries were fatal. Just looking at them, you can imagine the scene of a narrow escape from death.
"Captain Yang, I'm sorry."
Li Yun clasped his fists,
restrained his distracting thoughts, and focused on responding, and didn't even notice that his master was watching in the crowd.
Yang Jian looked very peaceful, without any aggression, but Li Yun did not dare to take it lightly, "I admire young people like you the most, you are brave and courageous, which is good. You don't have to be afraid of my age, just do your best. You said that your spear skills were taught by your master, so let me see how much you have learned from Xie Qian. This is not a life-and-death game, just stop when you are satisfied."
Li Yun brushed the spear, and Yang Jian used a broadsword.
This sword was specially made, with a wide and long blade, and an extremely sharp blade, flashing a cold white light.
As the saying goes, one point longer, one point stronger. In terms of weapons alone, Li Yun has a certain advantage.
However, the moment the two clashed, Jiang Pengji had already seen the outcome.
She tutted her tongue, "Han Mei has hit a wall."
Feng Zhen asked her, "My Lord, what do you mean... Han Mei will lose?"
"Not only will she lose, but she will lose badly." Jiang Pengji said, "The difference between the two is not just in experience... Han Mei's rhythm has always been driven by Yang Jian, and the world has been led into a pit. Yang Jian is a generation older than Han Mei, but his body is still in peak condition. Han Mei's spear skills are good, with tricky and flexible angles and strength that can crack the tiger's mouth, but in Yang Jian's eyes, I'm afraid it's too fancy and lacks momentum."
Feng Zhen's swordsmanship level is still at the level of the small class of square dance. How can he see any door?
He just thinks that Li Yun is faster than Yang Jian and his weapon is longer than the other party, so he must have 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 fought back.
Not only did he avoid Li Yun's spear, he also hit his wrist with the handle of his knife, causing the spear to slip out of his hand, and at the same time he pressed the back of his knife against his neck. His lightning-fast speed and terrifying strength could be controlled freely, and he could stop at any time, which made people's emotions fluctuate violently.
"No matter how fast you are, if you can't subdue or kill the enemy, it's just a fancy performance. Yang Jian seems to be suppressed, but he is actually looking for Han Mei's flaws. He doesn't need to be fast, he just needs to make sure that the blow to kill Han Mei is faster than Han Mei's dodge, and he will win."
On the other side, Li Yun was also scared and sweating.
Even though Yang Jian didn't use any killing intent, Li Yun had the illusion that the judge's pen of the King of Hell swept across his throat.
As long as Yang Jian wanted, Li Yun's head would fall off and he would die on the spot.
"Thank you for your advice, Captain Yang."
Yang Jian put away his sword, put it back into the scabbard, and said gently, "It's not a bad thing to be young and energetic. Hard work is the right way. I can beat you, but it's just that I bullied you and I have been eating more than ten years more than you. In short, your martial arts are much better than my useless son. He is still useless, but you are already a fierce general... I envy you. Xie Qian's son has a promising future. It's really incomparable."
The previous game was more like a teaching game than a duel. Li Yun was the one who was taught.
Li Yun was ashamed. After calming down, he also realized that he and Dian Yin had stepped on other people's faces, which was indeed a bit too much.
Personal grudges are personal, and they should not be involved in official business and affect the relationship between the two forces.
"Han Mei."
Just as he was thinking, a familiar call came from the crowd. His scalp suddenly went numb and he looked over in disbelief.
"Meet the lord!"
He and Dian Yin immediately saluted, feeling weak in their hearts.
Who called the lord here?
"Get up." After saying that, she turned her eyes to Yang Jian, the man with beautiful beard, "I am the county magistrate of Xiangyang County, and I meet Captain Yang."
Feng Zhen secretly approached Li Yun and the others, smiling maliciously, "I called the lord here because I was afraid you would suffer."
Li Yun and Dian Yin gave him a look that said "you kid are going to kill me", and my life is over.
If the lord knew that they had a private fight with Yang Jian's subordinates and almost ruined the relationship between the two, he would definitely settle the score later.
Yang Jian looked at Jiang Pengji and said, "So you are Liu Zhongqing's son. You are indeed a young talent with a good appearance!"
After that, he patted Jiang Pengji's shoulder three times with his palm as big as a palm leaf fan.
It was just a test. The first time, the force was restrained. Jiang Pengji did not change her expression.
Yang Jian's heart moved, and the force of the second and third times suddenly increased.
If it were an ordinary person, not to mention standing still, the arm would be dislocated.
Jiang Pengji looked normal, with a shy smile on her face, and she looked very well-behaved.
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