The prince is very fierce

"good--"

"Sliding shovel——"

"Go around and spare the one behind——"

Zhuangyuan Street was noisy. A group of common people shouted with red faces and ordered two men to fight.

As for the two people in the duel, one was a master from the Hutai Street Martial Arts School, and the other was an 'envoy from a foreign country' who had just entered Beijing.

The people of Dayue have always been arrogant and fond of martial arts. When they were eating in a restaurant, the martial arts master looked at the foreigner a few times and never thought that the foreigner did not behave with his tail between his legs. He also asked, "What are you looking at?", and what happened next? Just let nature take its course.

However, what surprised the people around him was that this barbarian was really good at fighting against the martial arts master. He was losing ground and was about to lose his strength. A martial artist from Chang'an would be humiliated if he was beaten to the ground by a barbarian. Naturally, the people watching became anxious and angry, and even those with some skills wished they could go up on their own.

On the second floor of the restaurant on the street, there is a private room facing the street. ‘The envoy of Baisha Kingdom’ Hu Yanjie and Da Ma Jin Dao were sitting on the stool by the window, looking at the battle situation below.

There were four people sitting in the private room. The woman in green eyes and red clothes had dull eyes and turned a blind eye to the scene outside.

The two men in Miao attire next to them smiled playfully: "Chang'an is known as a million warriors, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that. Just a few people from our Baiyue Wulin can beat everyone here. I don't know how the imperial court lost back then." For Xu Lie."

"Nan Yue" is the name of Dayue. It is naturally impossible for Baiyue, who was beaten as a lost dog, to change the country's name, just like Northern Qi still calls itself Da Qi.

Hu Yanjie sneered twice. Seeing that the outcome was almost decided, he had no intention of watching anymore. He sat back at the table and said:

"The military people of Dayue have always been above the top, thinking that all the Baiyue rivers and lakes are just Xiao Xiaoxiao hiding in the ravines and ravines. Even the court of Dayue regards Baiyue as a small country. This means that it has been stable for a long time and has not suffered any losses. ”

The man next to him laughed twice: "If they hadn't looked down on others, how would we have had the opportunity to come and defraud the reward? Just get a few pieces of fox skin and wild ginseng, and what we get in exchange is real money..."

Hu Yanjie raised his hand and stopped the man's words: "You can't leave Chang'an until after the new year. Don't be so showy if you don't have the money." Then he looked at the green-eyed woman opposite: "Zhongli Chuchu, your idea is really brilliant. I, Hu Yanjie, After traveling around for more than ten years, this is the first time I know that I can make money like this."

Zhongli Chuchu, whose face was covered with red gauze, had a bit of sarcasm in his eyes: "Dayue has always been like this. Officials are used to being comfortable. They don't know how much they weigh when they shout "Heaven Kingdom, Shangguan". Zhuya Island is thousands of miles apart, and they don't know how much they weigh." I want to check it out, but the emperor pays for it anyway.”

Hu Yanjie chuckled: "If we were to come here once a year, why would we travel around the world, provide food and drinks, pack up the gold and silver and put them in the car before leaving, and send people to escort them out of the border? It feels like we are really officials. of."

"The officials are all hungry ghosts who feed the common people. There is nothing strange about it."

"That's true."

Hu Yanjie thought about it for a moment and looked at the city of Chang'an, which was a hundred times more prosperous than the capital of South Vietnam: "Although the money was cheated, there are only about thirty of us, and we won't get much in one cent. How about taking a job in Chang'an and making a fortune?" Walk?"

Zhongli Chuchu snorted: "My share cannot be spared, and the rest is up to you..."

While he was talking, a luxurious carriage stopped outside the restaurant, and the driver on top raised his hand to drive away the people blocking the road.

Hu Yanjie stood up and stood at the window. He raised his eyes and looked around. He saw a young man in white clothes walking out of the carriage. He had peach blossom eyes and angular eyebrows. His behavior showed nobility but was elegant. A vermilion wine gourd around his waist added a touch of elegance. The meaning of dissoluteness.

"Haha - this man looks like a girl, and it's the first time I've seen someone prettier than Miss Chu Chu."

Zhongli Chuchu's eyes were also attracted. After a quick glance, he sneered: "All the scholars in Dayue are like this. They are so girly and weak that they can't restrain a chicken..."

"Wow——"

Before Zhongli Chuchu finished speaking, he saw the 'very weak' young man in white stepping on the edge of the carriage with his knees slightly bent. The four big horses pulling the carriage neighed at the same time, and the carriage shook visibly to the naked eye.

Then the young man in white rose into the sky, jumped over the bustling crowd, and hit the open space outside the restaurant. He was extremely violent but smooth and smooth, without even the slightest movement to relieve his force.

Zhongli Chuchu's words stopped abruptly and he tilted his head slightly, his green eyes full of astonishment.

Countless exclamations also sounded on the streets. The two people who were fighting privately became angry. When they saw someone disrupting the situation, they fisted and kicked each other without explanation.

It was a pity that before the two of them raised their hands, the young man in white pinched the back collars with one hand, brought his hands together and touched them, and their heads hit each other with a muffled sound of "bang--". In an instant, his limbs went limp and he fainted.

The young man in white raised his hand and threw the two of them into the restaurant, turned around and left.

The onlookers were so shocked that they quickly got out of the way wherever they dared to take the lead.

"This guy is so arrogant. The person who beat us left just as soon as he asked!"

The two men in the private room were furious and looked at the leader, Hu Yanjie.

Although most of their group of more than 30 people are just unscrupulous people brought in to make up their numbers, the four sitting here are some well-known masters in the South Vietnamese arena, especially 'Blue-Eyed Scorpion Zhongli Chuchu', who has a high reputation among the younger generation of South Vietnam. , it would be great if Hu Yanjie could travel with him.

When Hu Yanjie saw his brother being beaten, no matter it was due to the rules of the world or the 'face of an envoy', it was impossible for him to remain silent. He immediately patted the window edge of the restaurant:

"Boy, you..."

The words were not finished.

The young man in white on the street threw it casually without even turning his head.

Swish——

The sound of breaking wind was heard.

A silver ingot cut through the sky with terrifying power and hit Hu Yanjie's face directly.

Hu Yanjie's pupils shrank slightly and his face changed drastically. The curved knife behind his waist was unsheathed and blocked in front of him.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the curved knife was smashed into an arc.

Hu Yanjie's eyes were full of horror. The whole person was shocked by the force and took three steps back before he stabilized, knocking the table behind him crooked.

"Hiss——"

Three sounds of gasping for air came from the private room.

Several people turned their heads to look. The young man in white took off the wine gourd on his waist, raised his head and took a sip, then jumped onto the carriage leisurely, disappeared in the carriage, and didn't even bother to turn his head from beginning to end.

"..."

"Whose son is this?"

"Such a good kung fu..."

"So fucking cool..."

The people on the street were whispering and watching the carriage of the rich and powerful go away.

In the private room, Hu Yanjie was holding the silver ingot that had been smashed and deformed, and cold sweat slid down his forehead. He was relieved when the carriage disappeared from his sight:

"Who is this? So unreasonable, I am an envoy from a foreign country..."

Zhongli Chuchu stood up, looked out of the window for a few times, and then snorted lightly:

"I can't afford to offend you."