Chapter 480: Set up a jar in Qingcang City to catch turtles, Xu Fengnian suffered severe damage to the cold
Gu Feiqing threw an iron spear at the door to the cold in the door. The demon leader weighed it, skillfully played a gun, and the spear body trembled with a subtle arc pleasing to the eye. I have a spear in my hand. The momentum suddenly changed. I no longer saw the idle clouds and wild cranes who had nothing to worry about before. They dragged their spear away, and the tip of the spear slid on the blue brick floor. Zhongliang’s steps were not regular, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if he was free. He rushed to Xu Fengnian without saying a word in a few blinks. He held the bottom of the iron spear in his hand, swung a large arc straight, and hit Xu Fengnian’s forehead. Xu Fengnian was not so stupid that he held the spear with both hands to block the arc, and the iron spear with the same standard as Zhongliang in his hand was slanted and drawn. As the two spears hit each other, Xu Fengnian immediately took out the iron spear and did not take the impact on the iron spear, but did not leave the hand for too long. Without waiting for the iron spear to be shot down to the ground by the devil, he held the iron spear with only the “afterglow” of the qi. In the eyes of an outsider, Xu Fengnian always held the iron spear tightly and had a confrontation with Zhongliang head-on. Although Xu Fengnian was foolish and avoided the first dangerous aura that poured into a flood on the iron spear, the powerful internal force given by the coldness to the iron spear was unexpectedly huge. After Xu Fengnian held the iron spear, he had to shake his wrist and use the character “Bang” to shake the remaining aura on the spear. It was just a master’s fight. There were few gun fairy king embroidery and talismans like this day and night, and they often made mistakes at one step, and the victory and loss were judged immediately.
After Xu Fengnian used the Beng Zhi technique, he removed the strength from his iron spear. Zhongliang continued to be aggressive with the vertical arc of Wang Xiu, forcing Xu Fengnian, who had no room for maneuver, had to continue to maintain the defensive posture of the horizontal spear and withstand the arc again. But last time it was Xu Fengnian who took advantage of the situation, and this time it was the turn of a cold. It is true that the arc character is the formula, but the tip of the spear exploded a large ball of qi due to the character Beng character. The hard iron spear in Zhongliang’s hand was already curved into an unimaginable soft semicircle. The tip of the spear happened to point to Xu Fengnian’s face. It was one foot apart, and the qi was one foot long, not bad at all! Xu Fengnian either took over the rush brought by the Iron Spear Arc Scripture, or tried to break the qi of the Bengzi Scripture with the flying sword in his sleeve. Xu Fengnian chose the former without hesitation – showing off his sword embryo is like playing with fire and burning himself. Xu Fengnian retreated to the next best, and his knees were slightly bent while slipping backwards to remove the majestic aura from the cool arc spear. Zhongliang held an iron spear in his hand, and did not rush to beat the dog in the water. He just followed him like a shadow, and always placed the tip of the spear one foot away from Xu Fengnian’s eyebrows and eyes. He did not even have an immediate effect. The qi was about to appear. The big devil, who ranked second in Beimang, mocked Xu Fengnian so much.
The reason why Zhong Liang easily grasped the secret technique of the gun immortal that was not inferior to Xu Fengnian is that he has a super high talent. More importantly, he had a peak battle that was noticed by Beimang two years ago, and his opponent was Deng Mao, who became one of the ten people in the world! Zhongliang’s deep experience of gun and spear martial arts is generally similar to Xu Fengnian who is close to the water tower. However, Xu Fengnian is now only the second-grade internal force, which is much worse than Zhongliang.Zhongliang is not the “patriarch” who works as martial artists and literary fights behind closed doors. The demons have been fighting and killing people all their lives, so the two of them are purely against spears. Xu Fengnian’s defeat is natural.
If we talk about talent, Xu Fengnian would be better than an old man with the sheepskin fur who would be the best in the world since he held the sword. He would be better than Xuanyuan Jingcheng, who only knows how to read books in his life but reads a saint of Confucianism. He would be better than a woman who had inexplicably practiced sword Qingming while practicing calligraphy, and he would be better than the charcoal seller who was born with a fairy sword embryo. There are many more. Xu Fengnian would lose to such romantic people in the world, including Zhongliang. But when it comes to life, Xu Fengnian won’t say that he is better than them, at least he is not inferior.
When Xu Fengnian retreated from the two peach trees, she stopped retreating and pulled out a small arc gun, as if she was fighting to kill Zhongliang in the waist arc. The cool clouds were so cool that the wind was very light. The spear was not retracted. The spear tip took advantage of the momentum to “slowly” and pushed forward half a foot. It turned out to be a desperate act like Xu Fengnian who exchanged his life for one life. It seemed that this time he was aggressive and his ambition was not to win a great victory, so he deliberately hid his strength and was betting whether Xu Fengnian dared to exchange his life with him. Xu Fengnian did not hesitate at all, and the arc gun still continued to flow. However, at the same time, he held the embroidered winter knife worn by his left waist with his left hand – this gift knife with a white fox face, which was the most intimate and familiar “begging” of Xu Fengnian, and accompanied him along the way to the two journeys to the world of Yangbeimang. When Xu Fengnian, who was walking in the path of nourishing her mind, held Xiudong, it was a completely different atmosphere, just like the unarmed “Dragon King’s Mansion” two enshrined in the form of a demon holding a spear.
The cold eyes were a little colder, and the qi in his body was flowing more and more rapidly, and then there were many thoughts: When it was a critical moment of life exchange, the kid was still not thinking of relying on the side to escape, but was afraid that the arc spear would not sweep him to death. He had to make another knife before he died to rest assured that this kid really didn’t treat the King of Beiliang as a vassal king, and he really had the determination to burn both jade and stone to plant the coolness instantly turned hot, and no longer vague, the spear tip of the spear was like the raging charcoal fire thrown out of the stove. While Xu Fengnian was sweeping the iron spear, the spear tip of the demon and the spear smashed into Xu Fengnian’s eyebrows. After the lightning, even though the unparalleled martial arts were swept three feet away, he still failed to escape unscathed, and a deep blood groove on his shoulder was torn out. Zhongliang looked at the young man who had collapsed the “palace wall”. He had a more miserable ending than him. He had abandoned the iron spear, but the knife was also sheathed. Not only was the hue a little scarlet, but the flesh and blood were blurred between his eyes, but there were red silk like a slender red snake climbing from his sleeves and arms and then up from his neck, climbing up from his temples, making people feel creepy. Zhong Liang was obviously a little annoyed and muttered, “The sword technique is a bit like Gu Jiantang’s half-baked square thunder. Could this dragon-attached technique be the fingering of a human cat?”
Zhong Liang sighed and looked at the new Liang King who made him feel surprised with pity. “If I had known it, I would have put in a little more effort. Maybe you could do better. Unfortunately, I have nothing to do next.”
Cai Junchen, the Lord of the Cang, hugged in the turtleIn the “Golden Palace”, the golden lacquer columns are supported by one hand and the carved dragon jade pendant hanging around the waist is tense. He knew his family’s background, that is, he was just a puppet. The three worshippers all agreed with Qingcang in public, but no one really took him seriously. Cai Junchen stared at the back of an old man with his hands and sleeves. The old man was a three tribute worshipper in the mansion. He was a native of southern Xinjiang. He was proficient in medicine, poison and witchcraft. Not only was he good at killing and saving people, but his torture skills were even more bizarre. Cai Junchen has not figured out the exact origins of the three worshipers so far. Qingcang’s intelligence has always been useless. It is not that Cai Junchen does not want to do his best to do it, but that he is unable to do it. Qingcang survived in the cracks of several powerful forces. The purchase of hundreds of sets of armor and weapons had already made Cai Junchen rack his brains. Moreover, for a small dynasty in a chaotic world, there are two things that really consider national strength – not to cultivate entourages, raise hawks and dogs, or build wealthy houses – one is to raise soldiers and use soldiers for a thousand days, that is, the number of soldiers wearing armor, raising soldiers is a bottomless pit, and using soldiers is even more so. It is easy to win a battle, but if you lose all your money, it is easy to drag down a regime that is powerful but has an unstable foundation; the other is to collect secret military affairs, which is an extremely expensive gold-swalking Pixiu. Many words in secret letters are exchanged for blood and life.
Previously, the spy leader of the “Dragon King’s Mansion” swore that the young vassal king was invading the territory alone, and that Beiliang had never had a large-scale military action. Cai Junchen originally intended to test it slightly, and then sit down and enjoy the “king against the king” together to enjoy the beautiful woman and have a good talk. If the youngest prince of the Liyang Dynasty really had sincerity, Cai Junchen would not mind being the governor of Beiliang, or giving a powerful general; if there was no sincerity, it would not be too late to break up and kill people. Unfortunately, the old man in Tang Huaguan insisted on using the talisman formation that was the largest in the “Dragon King’s Mansion”, and then the three worshippers and cavalry general Jiang Heng agreed. Liang Zhong, the second worshipper who claimed to be a remnant of the Spring and Autumn Period but had a Beimang accent, was as casual as ever and chose to stand by and watch. This completely disrupted Cai Junchen’s wishful thinking. He could only hope that Xu Fengnian would die outside the hall. It would be better for the turmoil in Northern Liang to collapse next, otherwise he would have to bring a group of personal soldiers to escape to the more barren and desolate Western Regions. Cai Junchen sighed, turned his head to look back at the golden “dragon chaise”, then turned his head to tiptoe to look at the scene outside the hall, dazed and dazed. Then Cai Junchen felt numb and turned around with difficulty, and saw three men and one woman who had never been masked – two adult men and a pair of young girls. The boy was a fat man, rolling on the spacious “dragon chaise” at this time, as if he was very happy to roll on the “dragon chaise”. The girl was not a beauty, but her appearance was average. Fortunately, her white face covered all her ugliness. If she was placed among the crowd of beautiful palace maids in the “Dragon King’s Mansion”, Cai Junchen, who was not happy without any flesh, wouldn’t even look at it directly. The girl was squatting on the edge of the “dragon chaise” and opened her mouth and took a bite, as if verifying whether this “dragon chaise” was made of gold.
Cai Junchen can treat these naughty childrenHe was not concerned, but the two men who were about teenage years apart made him afraid.
The slightly younger man is majestic and has a “eye-looking” birth. It seems inaccurate to say that he is blind.
A short man in Northern Dynasties was standing beside the Xiongqi man, leaving Cai Junchen with a rough appearance. He stretched out his hand and stroked the “dragon chair”, and the slashed very slowly, as if he was yearning for it and was sarcastic.
Cai Junchen, who was wearing a yellow “dragon robe”, swallowed his saliva and didn’t even dare to breathe even if he didn’t say anything.
The short man smiled, without looking at Cai Junchen, and asked softly, “Is this dragon chaise big or small compared to the one in Liyang Jinluan Palace?”
Cai Junchen was familiar with Beimang’s words and replied carefully, “It’s much smaller.”