Spring and Autumn I Am King

Thank you book friends for the reward for mourning Wu Huaxia!

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What stopped Zhao Wuxi from going was Handan Ji who almost became his companion.

Handan Ji was wearing a white swordsman uniform with that handsome face on his face. He stared at Zhao Wuxi and Zhao Guangde with a smile and said:

"Two cousins, long time no see."

Zhao Wuxi felt that things were getting more and more wrong, and his hand gently stroked the hilt of the sword.

"Zhao Ji, what do you mean?"

Hearing this disgusting name, Handan Ji's cheeks twitched slightly, and then disappeared. He turned to his side and said, "No other intentions. Today, Ji wants to introduce two Pan Gong classmates for his cousin, that's all."

His smile became more and more smug, he took a half step aside, revealing the vision behind him.

Wu Tie looked at it, and saw that surrounded by the disciples of the doctor, in the center were two gentlemen who were wearing crimson and blue swordsmen's uniforms.

Handan Ji respectfully stretched out his hand to the boy in Jiangyi and introduced, "This is my uncle, the middle-class son of the Shangjun Zuo's family."

Zhao Wuxi recalled the lineage of the Qing family he had learned, and knew that this person was the direct son of Jin Qing Zhong Xing Yin's son, Zhong Xing Hei Hu.

I saw that Zhongxing Heihu had a short stature, only more than six feet, and there was a layer of light fluff on his lips. Others wore swordsmen's uniforms similar to short jackets, with bare arms or with wrist guards, but he wore long sleeves, covering his hands tightly, hugging his chest, and not holding a wooden sword. The gloomy eyes looked at Zhao Wu Xie with a playful attitude.

Zhao Wuxi heard that the black humerus is named after the black birthmark on his arm from the elbow to the shoulder. It is said that the birthmark is still in the shape of a "pi" (pi), a totem of the ancestors of the Zhonghang family, and it is not easily shown to others.

He knew in his heart that he had a follow-up reaction to his last conflict at the Yanzhang of the Zhao Mansion in Xinjiang. Handan Ji not only moved to live in the Mansion of Zhongxing, but now his attitude is determined to stay in the palace. Take refuge in the uncle's family.

Zhao Wuxi was not very surprised by this, but at this point, he completely regarded Handanji as the enemy of the traitor.

Thinking so in my heart, Wu Xie still gave a slight salute to the middle line Hei Huo, saying that he was looking up for a long time, while being distracted and guarding against the surrounding situation.

Contrary to his expectations, the other party also returned the courtesy according to the rules, calling him "Zhao Zi" with a slightly gloomy voice.

This made Zhao Wuxi slightly relieved. He had thought just now that there would be a gang fight between middle school students who had a fight in the gym in his previous life. However, according to the current situation, after all, everyone is a noble family, and there are bandits and gentlemen, and they all need to talk about their face and etiquette.

Unexpectedly, when he raised his head, he saw behind the crowd, Le Fuli, who was shrunk in the corner, squeezed his eyes and mouth even more exaggeratedly.

What is this situation?

At this moment, a loud voice exploded in the ears of both him and Zhao Guangde.

"I don't need to introduce myself, I am Fan He, the second grandson of the ruling!"

But it was the Qingzi in the blue swordsman's uniform who spoke. He had a round head and a tiger's back, eyebrows like a sword, a arrogant attitude, a domineering look, and he held a long sword in his hand - it was a real long sword, without a shirt. Visually, it is at least more than three feet, and the nanmu scabbard is carved with gluttonous patterns, and the beast's mouth contains beads, which is radiant.

Without waiting for Zhao Wuxi to respond, he turned away the Handan Ji who was about to introduce him with one hand, and stood directly opposite Wu Xie with his sword.

"I heard that Zhao Zi was brave and fought with black bears in the forest. Is there such a thing?"

Others compliment Wu Xie from the point of catching a white deer. The black bear hunting is really not a concern. Fan He asked this inexplicably, what was he trying to do?

Just as he was thinking about how to answer this extremely jumping question, Fan He's attitude suddenly changed from sunny to overcast.

He said fiercely: "However, I am afraid that Zhao Zi does not know that my Fan clan is a descendant of the Xiong clan, and the decorations on the flags and chariots include black bears. Zhao Zi kills bears, such as destroying my banners and humiliating my ancestral temple. If you want to try Zhao Zi's skills, please!"

After all, he actually drew his sword and unsheathed it like that!

The blue metal light flickered in the sword room. The sword in Fan He's hand was three feet long, with a long and narrow body. The hilt of the sword is wrapped with silver wire, and the head of the hilt is a monster named Xiezhi. The mouth of the beast contains jade, and the shape is exactly the same as that of the scabbard.

"Hold on!" Zhao Wuxi only had time to say these two words. He had a hunch that Handan Ji appeared and the other party was going to find fault. But killing a bear, what the **** is this reason? The brain hole is really not ordinary!

But Fan He didn't answer. He grinned wickedly, already holding swords in both hands, and stabbed fiercely, looking at the posture, it seemed that he really wanted to pierce Zhao Wuqi!

"Zhao Zi, draw your sword quickly, or this person will really hurt you!"

In the distance, Le Fuli only had time to shout this, and when the boys from Fan and the Bank of China turned around to notice him and wanted to catch him, they ran away from the half-open side door.

Zhao Wuxi dodged the first blow, and Fan He's sword stabbed into the wooden board in the sword room, like an arrow piercing through cloth, it easily stabbed a lot.

Fan He, who had stabbed his sword in the air, turned his face and said, "Don't you draw your sword? Hurry up and fight me!"

Zhao Wuqi broke out in a cold sweat, this turned out to be a real sword with an edge! Is he crazy? No wonder Le Fuli so nervously reminded him that he knew that Fan He's personality was so crazy!

Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked around. The bearded swordsman who was in charge of teaching swordsmanship looked at his nose and nose, as if he didn't see the two Qingzi chasing him. As for the Bank of China Heihou, Handan Ji and the others, they brought the young people in a circle from afar, folded their arms around their chests and looked badly, as if they were waiting to see Zhao Wuxi's jokes.

As for Zhao Guangde, he was already dumbfounded by the dramatic changes in front of him.

Zhao Wuxi had no other choice. Although Le Fuli ran away, it was not known whether he could move in to rescue the soldiers. Now, he can only rely on himself!

No matter whether the other party has murderous intentions or not, he doesn't want to be chased by Fan He into a dog!

Swish! The bronze sword that Zhao Wuxi was hanging diagonally around his waist was finally unsheathed, and the blade was cold and radiant.

Said it was too late, it was fast, Fan He slashed again with his next sword, and Zhao Wuxi leaned over to block with a backhand!

As expected, the huge force of the two swords intersecting and the sound of zizi metal friction did not sound.

Zhao Wuxi felt a sudden lightness in his hand, followed by a "bang", but saw half of the sword body weakly fall to the floor.

Whose sword is it?

It's Zhao Wuxi's sword!

He secretly screamed badly, so he quickly lowered his body and made a hollow turn on the floor, avoiding Fan He's sword swipe over his head.

Wu Xie was sweating coldly on the top of his head. He flashed to safety and looked down. He saw that his two-foot sword had been chopped off more than a foot. It was all cut off!

Although his sword could not be called a sword, it was carefully forged by a swordsman in the lower palace. It was much better than the standard saber of the officials in the Jin army, but it was so vulnerable. This shows that the sharpness of the opponent's long sword has reached Terrifying point.

"Hahahaha!" Fan He seemed to have expected it long ago and laughed wildly.

He covered his stomach, pointed at Zhao Wuxi and said, "Zhao Zi is really embarrassed. How can he wear such waste copper and tin on the waist of Yiqing's son? It is Zhao's lack of copper and tin, so he can only supply his heirs. Can't you be a son-in-law?"

Looking forward to his self-esteem, he showed off the sword in his hand: "My grandfather made a special trip ten years ago to invite the swordsmith from Wu State to forge three sharp blades, pluck the copper from Huoshan Mountain, and chisel the fire of Chaoge Song. After seventy-seven and forty-nine days Fang Cheng. Three swords, one Yulong, one Liu Gong, and one Xiezhi. This one in my hand is the Xiezhi! Just like my ancestor's position as a judge, with the Dharma beast Xiezhi as the soul, Specializing in killing all thieves, bandits, and bandits, as well as those scumbags, lucky ones!"

Speaking of the last sentence, the sword in Fan He's hand pointed at Zhao Wuxi again, and began to approach him step by step! As if he was the "thief, thief, thief, scumbag, and lucky person".

The teenagers from the surrounding Fan and Bank of China party all applauded.

Who would have thought, Zhao Wuxi stood up slowly amid their laughter, looking directly at the approaching sword tip.

Now, what should we do?

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