The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 256

Tang Sufan and the others exchanged cups and cups, and their voice was loud, spreading 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 out?"

This is not only for Tang Sufan, but also for His Majesty.

"Thank you Brother Li for your kindness, but Lao Li and I can handle this matter by 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 kindness to come forward directly.

Why refuse...

Only Tang Sufan knew.

Li Xiaogong pondered slightly, then said: "That's all right~"

The crowd chatted for a long time, and the banquet finally came to an end under Cheng Yaojin's eagerness to try.

At the thought of thirty jars of fine wine, Cheng Yaojin scratched his bearded face with an itchy heart.

Thirty altars, enough for the old man to build for a while!

After eating, it was natural that there was a show that everyone was looking forward to.

Tang Sufan fights Cheng Yaojin~
A frail scholar fighting a rough man——

After eating and drinking enough, Cheng Yaojin who walked to the yard burped a lot, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve in satisfaction.

Grinning and laughing straight~
After eating this kid's delicious meal, he can bring another thirty jars of fine wine away.

What a beautiful thing~
Qin Qiong and his party came out from the living room door, each of them with their stomachs upright, looking quite full of indigestion.

Everyone has a satisfied smile on their faces, and they can watch a good show after a good meal.

What a beautiful thing~
yard.

Cheng Yaojin patted his stomach lazily, and looked at Tang Sufan who walked out slowly.

He grinned and said, "Boy Tang, do you want me to give you three tricks~"

Naturally, I have to pretend for a while, at least I want to have a little face——

"No, can the competition be allowed? I am a young man who still speaks martial arts very well~"

Tang Sufan rubbed his hands together, his eyes raised, and he laughed.

"By the way, Lao Cheng, bet, bet, I can't just give you wine if I lose, what if you lose?"

Cheng Yaojin straightened his back and waved his hands nonchalantly.

"Hahaha, lost? If you lose, my old Cheng, you can make any request!"

With your two ounces of meat, let my old Cheng lose?

Hahaha--

Tang Sufan narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked jokingly, "Really?"

There was a sound of chest slapping, plausible: "Is this still fake?"

"Okay then~"

"Su Fan, you are just a scholar, Cheng Xiaowei seems to be brave, be careful~"

Tang Jian looked at Tang Sufan and couldn't help reminding him.

After all, the size of the two of them is there.

No matter how fat Old Man Cheng looked, he was still a first-class general in the imperial court.

If it hurts somewhere, it's really not good.

Qin Qiong also frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.

And Yuchi Gongye didn't know what was smiling, 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 put on a serious posture and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Li Shimin acted as the referee, and took a look at it with interest.

Then he opened his mouth and drank: "The competition begins!"

The sound fell, and Cheng Yaojin casually opened his mouth and let go of his hands on his chest.

Then a gust of cool wind suddenly hit with the sound of piercing the air, Cheng Yaojin's eyes shrank sharply due to his martial arts practice all these years.

Because Tang Sufan, who was a foot away from him, was already in front of him, a sense of danger made Cheng Yaojin blow his hair.

In an instant, the hairs started to stand up, and Tang Sufan's big feet were already in front of Cheng Yaojin.

Cheng Yaojin made a gesture to retreat, 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 his group...

The figure drew a graceful parabola in the air, and then slammed down hard on the ground.

Cheng Yaojin even rolled over like a boar rolling on the ground, kicking up snowflakes all over the ground.

Cheng Yaojin, who was still thinking about how to keep his hand, suddenly lost his soul.

When he fell to the ground and became conscious again, his arms were so numb that he lost his intuition, and then a heart-pounding pain spread from his arms.

hiss~
Cheng Yaojin let out a breath of cold air, subconsciously propped himself up on the ground.

But as soon as he got up, his head just lifted up.

A sound of breaking through the air followed again!

It stopped steadily beside Cheng Yaojin's raised head...

Quiet!

The whole yard is silent!
Only Yuchi Gong's eyes were excited.

That's right, that's how it should feel!

Tang Sufan's figure stopped in front of Cheng Yaojin.

The corner of Cheng Yaojin's mouth twitched, and the wind brought up by that punch just now made him confused for a long time.

You can even see that the small fist is so white and tender that it doesn't look like a fist that a martial artist should have~
Lifting up a little, he saw that the seriousness on Tang Sufan's face had dissipated.

The smile showing the small white teeth is so gentle——

"Old Cheng, you lost~"

Then came Tang Sufan's voice, and flicked Cheng Yaojin's forehead with a finger.

Announcing the result of this competition——

Looking at Cheng Yaojin struggling to get up halfway in the yard, and Tang Sufan standing in front of Cheng Yaojin, even Qin Qiong was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time...

One move defeats Zhijie——

This!
Tang Sufan slowly withdrew his hand, and regained his gentle and elegant scholarly appearance at the beginning.

But Cheng Yaojin didn't come back to his senses until three breaths later, and got up from the ground.

Immediately, his face was blushing, and he was speechless for a long time, and the expression on his face like a pot helmet was extremely complicated.

Did not deny anything.

After all, if he was on the battlefield, he would die with that punch——

Li Shimin, who was standing closest, had the corners of his eyes twitching wildly. 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 how powerful this move is.

Seeing Cheng Yaojin speechless for a long time, Tang Sufan patted him on the shoulder.

"How's it going, Old Cheng~ Don't worry, you won't be ashamed to lose to me—"

Seeing Tang Sufan's teasing look, knowing that this kid was helping him relieve the embarrassment, Cheng Yaojin's expression eased——

"Where did you get the strength, kid? Old man...cough cough, before I'm ready, you just kicked this old man away!"

Cheng Yaojin still put on a hard face and reluctantly said, wanting to save a bit of face.

But the trembling arms and the constant pain made Cheng Yaojin howl in pain.

this kid!
How could his skill be so against the heavens!

Let the old man suffer such a big loss! ! !
"Hmph, haven't you lost yet?"

Tang Sufan smiled jokingly, and he was naturally a little surprised.

Something in my heart was also confirmed.

If it was true, Tang Sufan would not dare to fight him.

To put it bluntly, it wasn't because he didn't talk about martial arts just now, and relied on cheating and sneak attack, so that Lao Cheng taught him a hard lesson when he was negligent.

Cheng Yaojin hummed twice, not knowing what was in his mind, and he didn't refute it.

If you lose, you lose...

Everyone walked into the yard.

Li Xiaogong sighed directly: "Hiss, Su Fan, you are really good at martial arts! Could it be that you learned it from the mountains?"

Under the amazed eyes of everyone, Tang Sufan waved his hand casually to explain.

No way, plug-in, no accident.

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