Ning Hu's eyes were full of anger and despair. Xie Yun'er would not hesitate to do something to herself for Qin Feng? ! In just a short moment, Ning Hu's expression changed several times. With a strong force on his hand, he pulled the man and the whip directly in front of him.
Xie Yun'er was also shocked. She didn't expect that Ning Hu would even attack him in order to steal people from her! In the past, I kept saying that I like myself, which is bullshit. Men are just big pigs. It is better to believe in the ghosts in the world than to believe in a man’s mouth. Xie Yun'er didn't hesitate. While being dragged away, he raised his foot and kicked Ning Hu directly in the face.
Ning Hu refused to dodge. He grabbed Xie Yun'er's foot with his other hand and was about to throw Xie Yun'er away with all his strength. However, Xie Yun'er had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. His kung fu was very good. He actually changed his posture directly in the air and used his other foot. Coming with a flying kick.
Ning Hu bent down to dodge the flying kick, and threw Xie Yun'er with force with his arms.
Xie Yun'er spun several times in the air and landed steadily, her body as light as a flying swallow.
Xie Yun'er was scolding in his heart. He was really evil today. Why did he feel like everyone was having trouble with him? After a lot of tossing, Xie Yun'er's temper suddenly came out, and she yelled angrily: "You are looking for death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whip in his hand started to dance wildly, making a series of "snap, snap, snap" sounds, which was extremely terrifying.
Ning Hu is a military general and a martial arts genius. Looking at the entire Kyoto, except for those warriors who have been fighting on the battlefield all year round, there are few people who can subdue Ning Hu.
Facing Xie Yun'er's flying whip, Ning Hu dodged and moved around, sometimes jumping up, sometimes bending down, sometimes spinning in the air, but not a single whip could hit him. The ground of the pavilion was in terrible condition. The whip was so powerful that every time it hit the ground, it directly shattered the bluestone slabs, and all kinds of debris flew everywhere.
The culprit who caused this conflict was hugging the pillar with his eyes shining.
"Why don't you let me act in a movie here?"
In Qin Feng's perception, the word "martial arts" is more for physical fitness and lacks actual combat effects. Otherwise, in Qin Feng's world, those so-called martial arts masters would not be beaten by various fighting players. Don't know anyone. The scene in front of him completely surpassed Qin Feng's cognition.
After a moment of confusion, Qin Feng suddenly became alert.
Is this the difference between 'martial arts' and 'martial arts'? One word difference, but a world of difference.
If these two people were left in Qin Feng's world, they would surely win all kinds of free fighting competitions.
Qin Feng became excited and wanted to cheer for a while, but Xie Yun'er whipped Qin Feng's head. When he looked up, he saw a mark nearly one centimeter deep on the stone pillar, which almost made Qin Feng pee on the spot.
Reason told Qin Feng that now is not the time to be a crowd. No matter who wins, it will be enough for him to drink a pot.
Qin Feng immediately greased the soles of his feet, jumped off the pavilion, and ran towards the door without looking back.
Those who beat you have to go back to the house to fight with the maids about landlords, and I have no time to serve you here.
Seeing Qin Feng trying to run away, Li Rui stamped his feet anxiously. How could he miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill with a knife? Immediately shouted to Ning Hu: "Master Ning... Young Master... Ning Hu! Qin Feng is going to run away."
Ning Hu was trying his best to deal with Xie Yun'er at this time, and how could he care about Qin Feng. Although Xie Yun'er noticed that Qin Feng ran away, she did not dare to be distracted at all.
While fighting fiercely, he was furious but helpless.
As Qin Feng trotted towards the gate, he pointed at Li Rui and threatened: "Stop shouting. I can't beat Ning Hu and Xie Yun'er, but that doesn't mean I can't beat you. If you keep talking too much, I'll slap you with a big ear."
Li Rui gritted his teeth angrily and watched Qin Feng run out of the side courtyard.
As Qin Feng ran outside, he turned around to observe the situation and found Ning Hu and Xie Yun'er chasing them. His heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but speed up. The moment he turned around, a figure came into view. Because he was too close, he didn't have time to react and hit him directly.
The other party didn't move at all, but Qin Feng seemed to have hit a wall and fell backwards.
If it were normal, it would be fine. It was Qin Feng's fault. At worst, they would just apologize to each other. But today is different. There is a crazy little tiger and a crazy violent girl behind him. No matter who catches up with Qin Feng, he will have to press Qin Feng to the ground and rub him. It is too late to escape, but he bumps into him at this time. This is unlucky.
Qin Feng rubbed his dizzy head and subconsciously muttered: "Wori."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "swishing" sound coming from his ears. When Qin Feng came to his senses, there were seven or eight long knives on his neck.
"presumptuous!"
With an angry shout, Qin Feng woke up from a dream. When he looked up, his back was instantly covered with cold sweat.
Standing in front of him were more than a dozen Imperial Guards wearing brocade robes. Seven or eight of them held Qin Feng's neck, ensuring that his head would fall to the ground as long as Qin Feng made the slightest move. At the same time, there were seven or eight imperial troops standing beside a middle-aged man, ready to attack.
This middle-aged man was wearing a dark red robe and a jade crown on his head. He had a majestic attitude. He lowered his head and looked at Qin Feng with interest.
Qin Feng's heart froze when he saw the appearance of the middle-aged man clearly. It was none other than Emperor Liang.
Standing next to Emperor Liang was a young man dressed in black. He silently took out a small book and wrote something in it. He muttered: "The saint traveled, Qin Feng, the son of the Minister of War, collided with the dragon's body..."
Damn it, anyone who has offended the saint will be recorded in a small book by the man in black, so that he can settle accounts later? Recalling the first meeting with the saint in the imperial study room, Qin Feng's words and deeds may have all been recorded. Once the accounts are settled, it won't be enough to level the nine tribes!
Emperor Liang waved his hand, and all the imperial troops retreated behind him.
Seeing Qin Feng staring straight at the man in black, he smiled lightly: "Don't panic, he is just a historian, recording the history of our Daliang Kingdom for future generations to admire."
I believe you! Qin Feng was trembling in his heart. This Liang Emperor always smiled and gave people an approachable feeling, but in fact he was a cruel person. He smiled and disappeared, which was a bit scary.
Emperor Liang stood with his hands behind his hands and chuckled: "Everyone is congratulating King Ji in the front yard for his birthday. Why did you come here?"
Qin Feng thought, I should ask you this, right? As a saint, even if he wishes King Ji a birthday, he can at most just issue a handwritten imperial edict and send some gifts. How come... the emperor is going to fight in person?
Qin Feng's heart was full of questions, but he didn't dare to hesitate at all: "Reporting to the saint, someone is chasing Xiao Xiao, Xiao Xiao is helpless."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding forbidden troops suddenly felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.
Emperor Liang was also slightly startled: "This is the residence of Prince Ji, who is so bold?"
