Chapter 306
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The flying locusts fell from the sky aggressively. There was no sign of the young man's Qi dynamic. He did not dodge and reached out to deflect a few arrows. Those that could not be deflected in time were shot at his body. However, the arrows that were shot at him were all broken as if they hit a metal rock. It was the result of hitting a rock with an egg. A few arrows that were calculated in the direction of the young man's escape hit the ground and created a burst of sparks. It was obvious that the archer's strength was great and the arrow's momentum was fierce. This made the scene even more strange. Since the young man did not use Qi dynamic to strengthen his body, how could he deflect those arrows? The guests of Mount Hui who knew their stuff looked at each other in dismay.
Huang Fang Fo said indifferently, "What a good born Vajra state! In the past, I only heard the seniors talk about strange things and I did not dare to believe it. Today, I have opened my eyes. "
At the edge of the guests, there was a handsome man who was waving a fan in autumn. Although he had a pair of peach blossom eyes, there was an evil aura around him. There were more than ten women painted on the front and back of the fan with their names and families written on it. There were more than twenty words to describe their romance. These women were all under his evil clutches. There were more than ten Fan of Beauty and they were all carefully kept. They said that they were to be passed on to their descendants as family heirlooms. This self-proclaimed master of love and painting had been unrestrained in these years. If he had not poisoned a county chief's daughter two years ago and completely angered the government, he would not have come to Mount Hui to live under people's skin. The mountain was not as happy as the foot of the mountain. It was true that Mount Hui had beautiful mountains and clear waters and beautiful women, but this land's happiness was exclusive to the direct descendants of Xuanyuan. He had been dissatisfied for a long time and complained a lot. This person's reputation was extremely bad. It was hard to imagine that such a perverted thief who everyone wanted to kill could write so many heroic poems that said, "Life is only a hundred years, but to scold to one's heart's content for eternity."
When he saw the young man who was said to be the heir of Beiliang with a sword, he was quite displeased. There were two kinds of people he hated the most in his life. One was ugly women who would dirty his eyes. The other was men who were more handsome than him. He could ignore the former, but the latter would most likely be tortured by him until they were disabled. The young man's strength was amazing, but he thought about it and saw that the young man's expression was dull and dull. He felt that he was just a brute. He was not afraid of this at all. To be a flower thief, the most important skill was to be able to escape. Therefore, his Lightness Skill could be ranked at the top of Mount Hui where there were many masters. He felt that staying in Mount Hui was really boring and boring. Some of the beautiful women were divided up and could only be seen but not eaten. It was too annoying. Mount Hui was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Climbing over the wall to pick flowers was no different from suicide. It was better to go down the mountain and out of sight. Two years had passed and he was almost out of the limelight. It was time for him to reappear in Jianghu. Those juniors who only knew how to secretly use aphrodisiac to ravage women were really a disgrace to him. Flowers were not to be picked like this. The highest level of flower picking was to pick them and enjoy them before planting them back in the pot. This way, they would be more delicate and beautiful than rashly breaking them and losing their vitality. Since he was going down the mountain, he had been eating and drinking well in the Bull Gang for two years. He had to return a favor. Today's situation was tricky. He was sure that many of the guests in Mount Hui were afraid of the King of Beiliang's name and did not dare to make a move. But he was different.
Behind the mountain, I don't care if you're the King of Heaven or a different surname.
Huang Man'er turned around and looked at Hsu Fengnian. After getting permission from his eyes, he started to run.
"You're not allowed to use such a desperate move like the Overlord's Armor Removal. If you can't beat us, then run. It's okay to lose face. As long as there's life, there's hope. Sooner or later, we'll be able to get back at you. "
His Royal Highness turned around and teased Blue Bird. As he spoke, he felt a little regretful. It was a pity that Wen Hua wasn't present. Otherwise, in such a lively scene, he might not be good at fighting, but his scolding skills were definitely at the peak. He could scold people until smoke came out of their seven orifices. His eighteen generations of ancestors, generation after generation, he wouldn't repeat half a word. Hsu Fengnian, who had learned a lot of verbal skills from the village women, had to admit that he was inferior and was unwilling to admit defeat. That year, when he met Xuanyuan Qingfeng, whom he mistakenly thought was Xuanyuan Qingfeng, it was nothing more than a fart of two debauchees refusing to give way to a well-bred young lady. Fighting was nothing more than swallowing the humiliation. But that bastard Wen Hua's mouth was really undisciplined and out of control. He called a dog his father and called her mother. He even spouted nonsense about how her armpit hair had a body odor that could smoke mosquitoes. He even did the vulgar action of taking off his pants and revealing his two buttocks in public. Even if Xuanyuan Qingfeng was a Bodhisattva with a good temper, he would still get angry and beat him up. This time, on this trip to Mount Hui, he didn't have Wen Hua, who was comparable to a land immortal in terms of quarreling skills, to accompany him.
Blue Bird held her spear and rushed out. Her figure wasn't as surprising as Huang Man'er's.
First, it was the foolish youth, then it was the delicate girl. Other than that old God of Swords, Li Chungang, this Beiliang prince didn't have any other capable experts?
Long Xuanyu followed the rules and asked Xuanyuan Jingyi to fight. Almost at the same time, a guest elder with firm and fierce fist techniques also stepped out. Long Yuxuan saw the green-clothed female servant coming over with her spear. Xuanyuan Jingyi didn't need him to say anything and signaled Long Yuxuan to deal with that impetuous girl. The youth was handed over to another guest elder to capture.
The outcome was decided.
Xuanyuan Jingyi could be considered to have guessed the outcome, but the outcome was already decided on his side!
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