With a clang, the snake-shaped sword was returned to the scabbard. Du San, who was tall and tall, showed a humble smile on his childish face. He cupped his fists and said to the young man in brocade clothes opposite him, "Second Young Master's swordsmanship is extraordinary. Thanks to Second Young Master's mercy, I could barely hold on for a long time. At this point, it is really difficult for Du to continue and he resigned."
Second Young Master Chen's slightly pale face finally gained some color. He smiled slightly and said reservedly, "It's good that you know."
Secretly, I don't know how many people are praising Du San for his understanding of the world and his future prospects may not be limited.
As soon as the two of them finished fighting, someone else entered the scene. This time, the battle was about palm power. Every time the palm power was activated, the river would definitely boil, which was even more spectacular.
"How can the weather here compare to your poems and articles?"
Jiang Yingyue, who was leaning on the railing of the boat, looked at Jia Junpeng with his eyes wide open with a smile, still wearing a red dress, like a blazing fire.
Jia Junpeng wiped his forehead and said, "It's dangerous, it's too dangerous. If you do this accidentally, you will be injured immediately. Soldiers are indeed an ominous weapon, and saints are not allowed to use them."
"You!"
Jiang Yingyue stomped his feet and groaned angrily.
Today, young people from the Guang'an Prefecture Martial Arts circle gather together on a boat for a night outing. Nielong River, Jia Junpeng was forcibly dragged here by Jiang Yingyue.
Looking at Jiang Yingyue's retreating figure, Jia Junpeng couldn't help but spit turbid Qi into the river. How could he not know the girl's thoughts? It's just that the civil and military paths are different. Even if they come together temporarily, they will drift apart in the future.
By practicing martial arts, you can have extraordinary strength and a long life.
Now they are both young beauties, but decades later, Jiang Yingyue is still as beautiful as before, and he may be shaking and his teeth will fall out.
How many young scholars do not admire martial arts? Who does not have the fantasy of joining the army and fighting on the battlefield? However, his family background is such that he can only abandon literature and practice martial arts.
He could only throw away the girl's kindness like running water in front of him.
"Ah, who is this? Why don't I recognize him? I wonder if any brother can introduce him to me."
Jia Junpeng was watching the ferocious palm power competition between two young masters not far away, when suddenly, a discordant sound came from behind.
He turned his head, and his two sword eyebrows were immediately broken, "Zhu San, you have only been away from Furong Town for a long time, and you are now blind."
The young man was sharp, and one word made the purple-clothed young man across from him fly into a rage. Several people following the purple-clothed young man couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Zhu San was extremely angry, pointed at Jia Junpeng and said angrily, "Okay, very good, you are still as sharp as before. I want to see if your mouth is tougher after all these years of practice. Is it your teeth that are tougher, or my slap?" After that, he swiped his big hand towards Jia Junpeng's face.
Seeing that the slap was about to land, a black shadow rolled up like a poisonous dragon. Zhu San hurriedly withdrew the palm he waved out. The poisonous dragon immediately retreated, but it was a long whip.
"Zhu San, you really are becoming more and more useless as you live longer. You are not afraid of ridicule if you attack a helpless scholar."
But it was Jiang Yingyue who rushed back in time.
Zhu San's face turned red, and he suddenly raised his voice, "But I don't know who is going to be ridiculed. You Jiang Yingyue, the third generation warrior Aristocratic Clan, have also had Liquid Condensation expert in your clan. You are thinking about this mortal man. If word spreads, will your Jiang family still have the face?"
Zhu San knows that Jiang Yingyue is beautiful and has great martial arts skills, and is the secret admirer of many young people here. If he stirs up the water like this, there will definitely be trouble.
Sure enough, he just made a commotion here, which immediately alarmed everyone. Even the fight over there stopped, and the crowd rushed this way.
"Yingyue, I saved today's round. Did you really bring this young man with no Martial Arts foundation?"
A tall and handsome young man stood at the front of the crowd like a star holding the moon, looking at Jiang Yingyue majestically.
"Pang Big Brother, I, I..."
Jiang Yingyue was speechless for a moment.
Young man of the Pang family looked coldly, "From today onwards, Jiang..."
"Why are you so excited!"
Young man of the Pang family Before he could finish his words, Jia Junpeng intercepted his words, walked in twos and twos and stood a few feet away in front of him, and said loudly, "I really don't know where you got the confidence. You think so highly of yourself and know how to punch and kick. Do you really think you have become a saint on the spot? And I don't know, True Intention is only in the book, but it is not something you can know."
The young man is not a arrogant person, but he knows that if he is not arrogant and draws attention away, he will really cause big trouble for Jiang Yingyue.
When he started talking like this, the crowd laughed at him, and the effect was astonishing.
For a moment, the deck was full of shouts and curses.
Young man of the Pang family didn't care about Jiang Yingyue. He waved his hand to stop the noise, stared at the boy, and said word by word, "If you hadn't come from Furong Town, you would be dead."
The young man said, "It seems that you also think that literature is not as good as martial arts?"
Young man of the Pang family looked up to the sky and laughed, "I think you are too busy studying and have no idea what the world is like today. Young man, I advise you to open your eyes and see the world."
Jia Junpeng said, "Today's world is naturally a world where warriors rule the roost, but not all warriors can rule the roost. Let's not talk about others, but among the kings, how many of them can reach the peak of their physical fitness? As far as I know, among a hundred warriors, I'm afraid there won't be even one Qi Sea Realm Expert. I don't know how such a warrior is qualified to rule the roost."
"On the contrary, among the literati, there are only a few heroes who can serve as assistants and ministers, and who can occupy high positions. From a local perspective, I don't know that literature is not as good as martial arts. I'm sorry, I think everyone belongs to this section."
Young man of the Pang family sneered and said, "A sharp-tongued person with a sharp mouth is just a tongue-twister. What can he do with that?"
Jia Junpeng clasped his fists at Tianyi, "As far as I know, the Immortal Saint was just a young boy from the Nielong River back then. He was famous for his poetry and became very successful. Have you forgotten? Before the Immortal Saint, there was also a Poet Immortal, Word Sage. His articles were wonderful, feeling God's will at the top, and obeying the people's hearts at the bottom. Phoenixes and dragons soared, clouds bloomed."
When it comes to talking, Jia Junpeng rarely has an opponent. For a while, he tried his best to change concepts, change the topic, generalize, etc., and made Young man of the Pang family speechless. Jiang Yingyue's pretty face turned red and his heart felt like a deer.
"Brother Pang, this man is used to quarreling and rarely loses. I think it is better to drive him off the boat and let him swim back."
Zhu San advised that he knew Jia Junpeng too well and knew that if this guy continued to interfere, the situation would definitely collapse.
"Brother Zhu means, are Brother Pang and I quarreling? Am I bored, or is Brother Pang bored?"
Jia Junpeng said with a smile.
After swiping, Young man of the Pang family's face darkened, Zhu San was sweating profusely, cursing secretly, why is this bastard becoming more and more sinister, and deeply regretted that he provoked this troublemaker for no reason.