Lord of the Desert

Chapter 238 The Benefit of Tongue
Lu Yunshi held the broken knife, his face flushed red, but he couldn't turn back.

"Back then, the Lu family was a dignified god, but now he is a disciple of his surname, running around in exchange for some rewards..."

Jiang Wenbo turned around and picked up the hydrangea, and said in a voice that everyone could hear.

"If I were you,
If you have self-respect,
I can't put on that red skin! "

As soon as this remark came out, many children from the aristocratic families seated in the main building cheered loudly.

But Master Lu Yun was already on the verge of collapse.

Hong Fan suddenly thought of the conversation he had with Gongsun Shi before leaving Jinhai City—the family's attitude towards the Martial Arts Academy can be seen from that scene.

During the banquet on the third floor, Yuan Xuesong and Yan Yulin stood up abruptly, their faces sinking like water.

They were already extremely angry, but they finally held back their counterattack.

Money is not as good, power is not as good, and combat power is not as good...

Anger without strength is meaningless except for self-harm.

Jiang Wenbo heard the movement upstairs and raised his head to take a look.

Proud, and disdainful.

Hongli was so frightened that she turned pale and shrank aside.

Yuan and Yan took a deep breath and sat back trembling.

Bai Jiaci clenched his hands into fists, but turned his face sideways, not daring to let those aristocratic families see his winks.

At this time, Hong Fan saw Zhan Yuanzi straightening his robes and getting up slowly.

Then there was a break.

"presumptuous!"

In Hong Fan's eyes, Zhan Yuanzi has always been an easy-going person.

This is also the first time he has seen it so serious.

"Tiqi is poor, and the sky and the earth do not reach, showing that the sun and the moon do not shine;

Running back and forth, risking life and forgetting death...

How dare you be disrespectful? ! "

A question, especially awe-inspiring.

Jiang Wenbai's momentum was suffocated.

It's true that he doesn't like Ti Qi.

One is that the Martial Arts Institute under Guan Qimai's rule often opposes the family.

The second is that the Dahua Gaomen do not feel that they are inferior to the Xiao family from the bottom of their hearts, so they naturally regard the title of "Emperor's disciple" as an insult.

But under the eyes of everyone, Jiang Wenbai's sarcasm was fine, but he didn't dare to speak out.

"The head of Guizhou, who is a commoner, is also worthy of talking to Jiang's noble son?!"

He glanced at him forcefully, and didn't accept this, only humiliating from other places.

Some applauding laughter came from the direction of the main building, but was interrupted immediately.

"The commoner also knows how to serve the country, and the head of Guizhou can also relieve the people from hanging upside down!"

Zhan Yuanzi did not back down, and his voice was even louder.

"Beautiful clothes and fine food have wasted years, such a shameless person is not worthy of talking to me!"

All the seats are quiet.

Jiang Wenbai is the daughter of the Jiang family and the nephew of Jiang Yihu, the master of Yuanci who "shocked Baili".

He has rarely been squeezed out in his life, let alone sprayed.

After Zhan Yuanzi scolded him, Young Master Jiang's tongue got a little knotted.

"You, what kind of man are you to show off your tongue?"

With blue veins on his forehead, he cursed.

After resting for a while, Jiang Wenbo organized his speech before he could straighten out his breath.

"This matter happened because of the third child of the Lu family. You and I have never met each other. You are nothing more than standing up for him!"

"Well, come down, let's do it again!"

The broken iron was unsheathed for the second time.

Zhan Yuanzi shook his head seriously.

"How about doing it again?"

He looked down solemnly.

"If you win, you are right? If I lose, am I wrong?"

In a simple sentence, there is no dexterity, just plain truth.

But Jiang Wenbo choked to death again.

Hong Fan laughed silently, and suddenly recalled the first time he met Zhan Yuanzi - when they were about to discuss each other, the latter also directly surrendered in the same way.

He was not originally Mu Qiang, so how could he win or lose?

That's the kind of person who can be alone at the age of forty and fall into a situation of "betrayal of relatives and relatives", still indifferent and leisurely.

"My cultivation level is far inferior to that of brother Lu, and I will definitely lose in a fight with you."

Zhan Yuanzi continued.

"But if you insist on fighting, I will accompany you."

He said that he was a bachelor, and he was about to jump down the third floor, but Hong Fan held his shoulders.

The latter had already seen the cruelty in Jiang Wenbo's eyes.

Hong Fan pulled Zhan Yuanzi away, stood on the railing with one hand, and looked down at the people downstairs.

"Red Ribbon Tiqi, Jinhai Hongfan."

This time, he didn't use such humble words as my subordinates and my humble servants.

"Since this Mr. Jiang insulted the Martial Arts Academy, he also scolded me."

"The matter has come to this point, it is a bit unreasonable not to do it."

"I am better at fighting than my brother, if you are not afraid, why not replace me?"

He laughed provocatively.

"Joke, whoever you say will come?"

Hearing Hong Fan's Jinhai accent, Jiang Wenbo became more and more disdainful.

"Now that the hydrangea is in my hands, how can you fight me?"

The inherent arrogance flows out of the words and sentences.

"Then how about adding some color?"

Hong Fan said immediately.

"I won, just return the hydrangea to Lu Yunshi and apologize."

"I lost, I will take your seat."

After hearing this, many children of the family laughed.

"My seat is the second-best seat at the flower tasting event. Counting the drinks, it's worth a thousand taels of silver!"

Jiang Wenbai said contemptuously.

"Can you afford it?"

As soon as the words fell, a silver ticket stretched straight by the true energy shot out with a "shua", nailed into the railing on the third floor of the main building, and then softened again.

"One thousand taels of official ticket, if it is fake, it will be exchanged."

Hong Fan withdrew his hand and said calmly.

Jiang Wenbo was taken aback, unable to change his words.

"You have to bring shame on yourself, just come down!"

he shouted.

Hong Fanfei stepped down from the stage.

Surrounded by lights and gazes, the two stood opposite each other.

"Jiang Wenbo has all six veins."

Jiang Wenbo pointed forward with the broken iron.

"You don't need weapons?"

"Hong Fan, he has all four veins."

With his hands behind his back, Hong Fan caught his opponent's eyes without giving up.

The river wind blew, and the lights flickered.

In the dappled light and shadow, almost invisible fine sand overflowed from the potted plants around the stage.

"Since that's the case, don't make excuses if you lose!"

Jiang Wenbo didn't waste any more time, he pressed forward with his sword, and slowly accelerated.

The few masters who were on the high ground saw something was wrong.

Behind Jiang Wenbai, countless sparse and dim golden stars were chasing directly at his feet.

At the distance of four arms, Broken Iron stabbed forward.

With one step down, Jiang Wenbai's complexion changed suddenly.

It was obviously the best quality carpet, but it lost its friction at this moment, giving him the illusion of stepping on balls all over the floor.

The sword was crooked, and the swordsman also slipped to the side.

"Be careful, it's sand!"

Liu Xingxian on the fourth floor leaned forward, and shouted after concentrating on distinguishing.

But with the fighting speed of the Chaotic Realm fighters, how can they speak in time?

Jiang Wenbo was in mid-air, he didn't understand what was going on, he just supported the ground with his left hand and wanted to retreat.

The palm also slipped.

He fell sideways on the ground, and felt his right palm tighten again, and saw that the broken iron sword was firmly stepped on by the boots.

Although Jiang Wenbo is a Wenxiu and has not experienced any life and death scenes, his martial arts cultivation is there after all.

His first reaction was to draw his sword and roll away.

Unexpectedly, the long sword could not be drawn!
Jiang Wenbo stared at it, and saw a cloud of fine sand wrapping the sword body, immediately urged out the three-foot air blade, and twisted his wrist horizontally.

In his mind, there is nothing unbreakable in broken iron.

But this time, the sword let the master down.

PS:

Painter, Sheng Ye.Covering the lack of the sky and the earth, it is obvious that the sun and the moon do not shine.With a slender pen, all kinds of things can be done from the heart, and the ability of a square inch can be displayed, and a thousand miles can be in the palm of your hand.

——Zhu Jingxuan's "Tang Dynasty Famous Paintings"

(End of this chapter)