The glory of the king

Chapter 271
Zhao Feiyan?
Could it be that in history, the queen of Emperor Hancheng of the Han Dynasty, Zhao Feiyan, a master dancer who is said to have the unique skill "palm dance" and can dance on the palm of the hand?

Peasley didn't know, but he knew that maybe the girl's future would be changed because of his help today.

But it is also possible that all of this is something that has been settled in the dark.Including their encounter, maybe it is inevitable.

Without thinking about it, Pisley and Ning Xuan continued to walk on the street.

"Xuan'er, why do you women like shopping?" Pisley looked at the excited girl looking around, and asked with a smile.

Ning Xuan stopped, turned her head, and looked at Peasley.

After thinking about it, he said, "Maybe it's because...we want to live forever with the person we like. Shopping just gives me such a feeling."

Hearing such a different answer, Peasley was slightly taken aback, then smiled, and did not speak again.

He just held Ning Xuan's hand tighter.

After wandering the streets with Ning Xuan for a long time, when they came to the door of a tavern, they suddenly saw a large group of people gathered in a circle, as if they were watching some commotion.

Ning Xuan, who was used to being deserted in the palace, liked to watch the excitement very much since she came out.

Seeing that there are so many people gathered together, he quickly pulled Pisley towards them.

Peasley smiled and shook his head, letting Ning Xuan drag him away.

Because Peasley is approachable and doesn't put on airs, Ning Xuan unknowingly no longer has such a relationship with him, and will no longer be too afraid of him.

However, Ning Xuan has always maintained the due respect.Knowing, funny, well-behaved and understanding, this is why Pisley gradually fell in love with Ning Xuan.

When they got to the edge of the crowd, Pisley and Ning Xuan realized that it was two people fighting.

But looking at the action of the two people fighting, it is obvious that this is not two ordinary people fighting.

Because there is a splendid mula movement between the two of them.It looks like a firefly at night, which is quite beautiful.

One of them was a fat man in black, who looked about Peasley's age and was also a teenager.

The other is a middle-aged man with a fierce face, and there is an "X" shaped scar next to his right eye.

To Peasley's surprise, the strength of these two people is not weak.

The fat man in black is a silver intermediate, while the scarred middle-aged man is a gold low.

Although the fight between the two of them seemed indistinguishable at the moment, Peasley could tell at a glance that the fat young man was attacking with all his strength, while the scarred man was coping with it with a calm expression.

In such a situation, the higher and lower will be judged!
Sure enough, after about 5 minutes, the fat man in black began to breathe, and his movements slowed down.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the scarred middle-aged man who had been passively defending began to fight back.

He turned his hands into claws, with sharp silvery white patches appearing on the surface of his palms, and his flesh and blood palms suddenly turned into metal palms, mercilessly grabbing towards the neck of the fat man in black.

The corners of the fat man in black's mouth suddenly curled up slightly, his originally sluggish momentum suddenly lifted, and he punched out directly, with the sound of a wild lion roaring.

Silver Intermediate Level - Wild Lion Fighting Fist!
The scarred middle-aged man obviously didn't expect that the little fat man was deliberately showing weakness, but he was not afraid at all of this silver's advanced skills.

"Tips for carving insects!"

The middle-aged man let out a low cry, and the silver steel claws suddenly turned golden!

Silver Advanced—Golden Wolf Claw! !
The middle-aged man's left paw collided violently with the fist of the fat man in black!
What surprised the middle-aged man was that he didn't have much advantage in this collision.

However, his reaction was swift, and he immediately launched his right paw again, directly attacking the crotch of the fat man in black.

"Fog grass!"

The fat man in black obviously didn't expect the scarred man to be so wretched, and he wanted to back away quickly, but he was horrified to find that his fist was controlled by the opponent's claws, and Mu La, who was several times stronger than him, swept towards his body , making him unable to move at all.

"Golden Warrior?!"

The fat man in black was terrified after seeing the opponent's true strength. Obviously, he didn't know the opponent's strength before the fight!
If he knew that the opponent was a rank higher than him, he would never fight the opponent even if he ran away!
Now riding a tiger is hard to get off, his body is under control, and a powerful claw strikes towards his crotch.

If he was shot in the crotch, what kind of man would he be in his life?
For a normal man, whether it is big or small is not a big problem, but if it is gone, for a man, it means losing most of the meaning of living!It's better to die!

Just when the fat man in black lost all hope and thought that he could enter the palace as a father-in-law immediately and save the time of going to the cleansing room, he suddenly felt a gust of wind pass by his crotch, and the sound of a tiger roaring at the same time.

The imaginary pain did not come, but the middle-aged man with the scar in front of him suddenly took a few steps back muffled while clutching his paw.

And on his right side, a tall and straight black-haired boy appeared by his side at some unknown time, slowly withdrawing his hand from the punching state.

He looked at the young man, recovered from his bewildered state, and quickly cupped his hands at the young man: "Thank you brother for saving the dick!"

Peasley turned his head and glanced at the fat man, and suddenly felt that the fat man was not ordinary.

If it was in the past, Lispie would not have cared about this kind of fight.But this time he shot, but he felt a little involuntary.

Peasley understood that this was the reason why he failed to rescue the beggar girl in time on the street in the afternoon, which cast a shadow on him.

At this moment, Daji's voice suddenly sounded:

"Get the gratitude value from Bai Sichong +50!"

"Current accumulated gratitude: 703."

Oh - this time I added so much, it seems that this kindness of saving "diao" is very important to this fat man in black named Bai Sichong.

wait!Bai Sichong...why is this name so familiar...

boom--

Hearing this name, which he hadn't heard in ten years, all the memories in Peasley's mind about his time in dormitory 310 of the Battle Master Junior Academy came to mind.

Bai Sichong, isn't he the roommate who lived under the same roof with him for several months back then, the son of the baron of Huangquan Kingdom Bai Yiyun!

Ten years have passed, Bai Sichong is much fatter than when he was a child, but from the outline of his face, he can vaguely see what he looked like back then.

Looking at this old friend from his hometown, Peasley felt a deep sense of intimacy in his heart.

But before he had time to recognize the other party, the middle-aged man with the scar looked at the black-haired boy and said with a solemn expression:
"Your Excellency is the Golden Warrior?"

(End of this chapter)