Flourishing age's Medical concubine

"Are you still in the mood to talk about this?" Jin Zhuo glanced at the people angrily and said, "who loses and who wins?"

"Of course, Junmo won." Lin Changfeng and Nangong Mo said together, but Lin Changfeng was somewhat angry, while Nangong Mo was determined. Jin Zhuo raised his eyebrows and said, "wait and see."

A group of people here are talking happily, but the two people on the other side are not relaxed. Equal opponents also mean that if you want to win, you must pay more. In the twinkling of an eye, they had already made thousands of moves. One sword is full of Qi and the other whip is superb. At this time, no matter who left them, I'm afraid they would be crushed by the overflowing vigorous wind. Where they passed, the vegetation around them also fell one after another, as if everyone had cut it with huge scissors.

In the place where everyone couldn't see, the face under the mask of Gong Yuchen faintly burst out of virtual sweat. The whip in his hand also stopped for a moment. Such a small pause, the onlookers did not see anything, even Nangong Mo Jin Zhuo and others did not notice. But it can't hide from Wei Junmo who is in the Bureau. Wei Junmo's eyes moved, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at Gong Yuchen's right hand without hesitation. Naturally, Gong Yuchen couldn't let him stab him so easily. He turned around and flashed away, but the sword shadow of Wei Junmo behind him was like a maggot of tarsal bone, which was entangled without stopping.

"Wei Shizi is really better." Jin Zhuo sighed, but he didn't despise Gong Yuchen in his words. Gong Yuchen's strength is slightly inferior to that of Wei Junmo, but it is still much stronger than them. Being weak is not qualified to despise the strong.

"Wei Junmo, I didn't expect that your martial arts have improved again?" Gong Yuchen stepped back and stared at Wei Junmo coldly.

Wei Junmo raised his eyebrows and pointed his sword at him without saying a word.

Three years ago, when they were both the youngest and vigorous, they lost both in a martial arts contest. Gong Yuchen was almost sure that their martial arts would not make any further progress in the next few years. The last time I met him, I also confirmed his idea, but I didn't expect that it was only two or three months. Wei Junmo's martial arts had made such great progress. Gong Yuchen was almost sure that he was no longer the opponent of Wei Junmo.

Glancing faintly at Nangong Mo standing not far away, Gong Yuchen sneered and said, "the younger martial sister who married the young master Xiange has many benefits."

Soon Gong Yuchen figured out that he could cure the old wound of Wei Junmo so quickly. Who else could there be besides childe Xiange?

"Too much nonsense. Gong Yuchen, are you afraid of death?" Wei Jun asked coldly. His injury was indeed healed, and Wei Junmo benefited a lot from the martial arts script sent by the martial uncle who suddenly appeared at the time of his wedding. But naturally, there was no need to tell Gong Yuchen.

Gong Yuchen sneered, "who's dead? I don't know." with a wave of his hand, a group of men in black rushed out of the dark and surrounded them. Wei Junmo's complexion remained unchanged, but he lightly jumped his eyebrows. "Gong Yuchen, who are you going to compare with me?"

He raised his hand and moved it slightly. He only heard two whizzing sounds, and two sharp feather arrows came through the air. Gong Yuchen waved the whip in her hand, circled two feather arrows and threw them to one side. The feather arrows were noisily nailed to the nearby tree trunk with two misos. Even if Gong Yuchen unloaded half of his strength on the way, the feather arrow nailed into the trunk is still penetrating. It can be seen that the strength of the archer's arm is strong.

A group of men and horses wearing armor and holding bows and arrows appeared on the mountain not far away. Each look was solemn and murderous. At a glance, it was known that it was the elite soldiers of the imperial court. At a glance, there were thousands of people.

Gong Yuchen slowly breathed out a breath, stared at Wei Junmo and said, "I didn't lose to you this time."

Wei Junmo raised his eyebrows and said nothing, but his meaning was clear to Gong Yuchen: people who lose are always unwilling to admit that they have lost.

Gong Yuchen took a hard breath to calm his anger, looked at Wei Junmo and said with a smile, "now, what is Wei Shizi going to do?" Wei Junmo was silent for a moment, "you just hurt flawless."

"So?"

"Let me slap you. You can go if you don't die."

Gong Yuchen suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed wildly, "Wei Junmo, do you really dare to kill me?"

Wei Junmo looked at him faintly. People like them will be ready for the future no matter when. As a last resort, Wei Junmo certainly wouldn't force Gong Yuchen to kill himself. Even now so many people surrounded Gong Yuchen, but if Gong Yuchen insisted on running away, he might not be able to stop him. If he wants to buy the palace to control Chen and die, he also needs to pay the price of response. Wei Shizi never does anything uneconomical.

"Do you know where you lost this time?" Wei Junmo asked.

Gong Yuchen looked at him coldly, and Wei Junmo said, "you shouldn't be here at all." Wei Junmo didn't come here suddenly. He knew that Gong Yuchen would never stop after receiving the news that Gong Yuchen was in Fuwang mountain, so he began to decorate immediately. Otherwise, even Wei Junmo could not have transferred these soldiers here so skillfully and quickly. To put it more clearly, it was a mistake for Gong Yuchen to fight with the imperial army with the power of a Jianghu organization. People in the Jianghu can take one as ten, but they may not be able to take one as a hundred or one as a thousand.

"You think too much of yourself." Wei Junmo said.

For a long time, Gong Yuchen said in a deep voice: "you're right. I promise you, you do it."

Wei Junmo took back his sword and slapped Gong Yuchen without hesitation. It seemed that Gong Yuchen didn't even step back. However, the people close to him clearly saw a wisp of blood falling from the corner of Gong Yuchen's mask. The breath around Gong Yuchen suddenly became chaotic.

"Pavilion master!" two men in black couldn't help but want to rush forward. But he was blocked by two feather arrows that fell to his feet. Gong Yuchen raised her hand to stop them, stared at Wei Junmo and sneered, "well, Wei Shizi's move is really... Extraordinary. However... Wei Junmo, I've been wrong these years. I won't play with you like this next time I meet."

"Give you a quarter of an hour." Wei Junmo said, obviously not paying attention to the threat of Gong Yuchen.

"Go!" Gong Yuchen looked back at Nangong Mo and said in a deep voice.

"Pavilion master!" the people in the water Pavilion glared at the man in blue in front of them. Although Wei Junmo's palm was understated, as people who had been enemies with Zixiao hall for several years, how could they not know the style of Zixiao childe?

"Shut up! Withdraw!" the palace Yu Chen snapped. The two men came forward to help Gong Yuchen and left the mountain forest quickly. The people of Zixiao hall behind the broken back also stared at them warily, retreated quickly to the outside, and soon walked clean.