Tang Sufan and others pushed cups and changed cups, and their loud voices spread throughout the courtyard.
After a while——
Li Xiaogong groaned, and then asked: "Su Fan, do you know the person who framed you this time? Do you want me to help you come forward?"
Since these words were spoken to Tang Sufan, they were naturally meant to be spoken to His Majesty.
"Thank you Brother Li for your kindness, but Lao Li and I can handle this matter ourselves. It's all business matters. If it doesn't work, I will definitely ask you for help~"
Tang Sufan glanced at Li Xiaogong, smiled and declined his offer to come forward directly.
Why refuse...
Only Tang Sufan himself knew.
Li Xiaogong pondered for a moment, then said: "That's fine~"
Everyone chatted for a long time, and the banquet finally came to an end with Cheng Yaojin eager to try.
When he thought of thirty jars of good wine, Cheng Yaojin scratched his bearded face, feeling very itchy.
Thirty altars, enough for me to build for a while!
After eating, naturally came the show that everyone was looking forward to.
Tang Sufan fights Cheng Yaojin~
A weak scholar versus a rough and arrogant man——
After eating and drinking, Cheng Yaojin walked into the yard and burped loudly, then wiped his mouth with his sleeves with satisfaction.
Grinning and grinning~
After eating this delicious meal from this boy, I can also haul thirty jars of fine wine away.
What a beautiful thing~
Qin Qiong and his party came out of the living room door, each with their stomachs bulging out, looking like they had indigestion and were full.
Everyone had a satisfied smile on their face, had a good meal and watched a good show.
What a beautiful thing~
yard.
Cheng Yaojin patted his belly lazily and looked at Tang Sufan who walked out slowly.
He grinned and said, "Boy Tang, do you want me to give you three moves~"
Naturally, I have to pretend for a while, at least to have a little face——
"No, can you allow me to compete? As a young man, I still have a strong sense of martial ethics~"
Tang Sufan rubbed his hands, raised his eyes, and laughed.
"By the way, Lao Cheng, the bet is a bet. I can't just give you a drink if I lose. What if you lose?"
Cheng Yaojin straightened his back and waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Hahaha, you lost? If you lose, I, Old Cheng, can make whatever demands you want!"
With only your two ounces of meat, I, Old Cheng, lost?
Hahaha--
Tang Sufan narrowed his eyes and asked jokingly: "Really?"
His chest was beating loudly, and he said plausibly: "Is this even fake?"
"Okay then~"
"Su Fan, you are just a scholar. Captain Cheng seems to be brave, so be careful~"
Tang Jian looked at Tang Sufan and couldn't help but remind him.
After all, the size of the two of them is there.
No matter how fat Old Man Cheng looks, he is still a first-class general in the imperial court.
It would be really bad if the beating hurt him somewhere.
Qin Qiong also frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.
And Yuchi Gongye didn't know what he was smiling about, and he was even praying in his heart.
You have to teach this old man Cheng a lesson!
"Haha, don't worry, Brother Tang——"
After Tang Sufan answered slowly, he posed seriously and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Li Shimin acted as the referee and looked around with interest.
Then he shouted: "The competition begins!"
The sound fell to the ground, and Cheng Yaojin casually opened his mouth and lowered his hands.
Immediately, a gust of cool wind came with the sound of breaking through the air. The instinct of practicing martial arts over the years made Cheng Yaojin's eyes shrink sharply.
Because Tang Sufan, who was ten feet away from him, was already in front of him, a sense of danger made Cheng Yaojin's hair explode.
In an instant, Tang Sufan's big feet were in front of Cheng Yaojin.
Cheng Yaojin retreated, but it was too late, and he folded his arms in an instant.
boom!
A tall, burly figure...
In the wide-eyed eyes of Li Xiaogong, Qin Qiong and the others...
This figure drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and then hit the ground hard.
Cheng Yaojin even rolled over like a wild boar rolling on the ground, raising snowflakes all over the ground.
Cheng Yaojin, who was originally thinking about how to keep his hand, suddenly felt like he was dying.
When he landed on the ground and regained consciousness, his arms were so numb that he lost all intuition, and then a heartbreaking pain spread straight from his arms.
Hiss~
Cheng Yaojin let out a deep breath and subconsciously propped himself up on the ground.
But as soon as he got up, his head just lifted up.
A sound breaking through the air followed again!
Stopping steadily next to Cheng Yaojin's head that had just been raised...
Quiet!
The whole yard was silent!
Only Yu Chigong’s eyes were excited.
Yes, this is how it should feel!
Tang Sufan's figure stopped in front of Cheng Yaojin.
The corners of Cheng Yaojin's mouth twitched, and the wind caused by the force of his fist made him confused for a long time.
You can even see that the small fists are so white and tender that they don’t look like fists that a martial artist should have~
Raising his head a little higher, he saw that the seriousness on Tang Sufan's face had dissipated.
The smile showing little white teeth is so gentle——
"Old Cheng, you lose~"
Then Tang Sufan's voice came, and a finger flicked Cheng Yaojin's head.
Announcing the result of this competition——
Looking at Cheng Yaojin struggling to stand up in the yard, and Tang Sufan standing in front of Cheng Yaojin, even Qin Qiong was so shocked that he could not speak for a long time...
Zhijie was defeated in one move——
this!
Tang Sufan slowly withdrew his hand and resumed his original gentle scholar appearance.
It took three breaths for Cheng Yaojin to come to his senses and get up from the ground.
Immediately, his face turned red and blushed, and he was speechless for a long time. His face, which looked like a pot helmet, had an extremely complicated expression.
He didn't say anything about denying it.
After all, if he were on the battlefield, one punch would kill him——
Li Shimin, who was standing closest, had his eyes twitching the most. Although he knew that this kid was good at martial arts, he was also a martial arts practitioner.
He is the one who can feel clearly how fast and powerful this move is.
Seeing Cheng Yaojin speechless for a long time, Tang Sufan patted him on the shoulder.
"How's it going, Lao Cheng~ Don't worry, there's no shame in losing to me -"
Looking at Tang Sufan's playful look, knowing that this boy was helping him relieve his embarrassment, Cheng Yaojin's expression softened——
"Where did you get your strength from? I...ahem, you kicked me away before I was ready!"
Cheng Yaojin still said bravely, trying to save some face.
However, the trembling arms and the constant heartbreaking pain made Cheng Yaojin howl in pain.
This kid!
How could his skills be so incredible!
I suffered such a big loss! ! !
"Huh, haven't you lost yet?"
Tang Sufan smiled jokingly, naturally feeling a little uncontrollably surprised.
Something in my heart was confirmed.
If it was true, Tang Sufan would not dare to fight him.
To put it bluntly, it was not because of the lack of martial ethics just now. He relied on deception and sneak attacks to teach Lao Cheng a lesson due to his negligence.
Cheng Yaojin snorted angrily. He didn't know what he was thinking and didn't refute.
If you lose, you lose...
Everyone walked into the courtyard.
Li Xiaogong sighed directly: "Hey, Su Fan, you are really good at martial arts! Could it be that you learned it on the mountain?"
In the eyes of everyone who was amazed, Tang Sufan waved his hand casually and explained.
There is no way, the plug-in is there, no accident.
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