Chapter 9 Drink back

"Little marquis!" Outside the war circle, two exclaims, and the two guards who followed Yang Qian finally realized what happened in the war circle. The two did not expect that with their young master's cultivation, they would not be able to support three rounds in Fang Yun's hands. You know, when Yang Qian beat Fang Yun half a month ago, the two of them witnessed it with their own eyes.

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Two strong winds hit the face, and there were two more powerful guards in the war circle. The two of them did not touch the ground. With a gentle leap, they threw into Fang Yun like a swallow.

"You are so bold, aren't you afraid of being exiled 20,000 miles and sending Vedica to do cooly?" Seeing the two guards rushing over fiercely, Fang Yun immediately stood still, opened his eyes angrily, and opened his mouth with an angry rebuke.

Fang Yun was familiar with Confucianism in his previous life, and his achievements in Confucian literature and etiquette were extremely high, and he was deeply appreciated by several Confucian scholars with real power in the imperial court. Confucian self-cultivation pays attention to cultivating a noble and upright spirit. Fang Yun has been immersed in Confucianism for a long time, and his body naturally has this kind of atmosphere.

In his last life, he was humble in force. To now, he has achieved a little success in martial arts, and he has won the four words of boxing and momentum. With this rebuke, the two guards immediately felt that there was a minister of the court standing in front of them. They scolded them with a straight face and wanted to send them to the distant and cold Veda.

As if they were watered by ice water on a hot day, the two guards suffocated and dared not come forward again.

The law of the Great Zhou Dynasty was strict. Under the control of Confucian ministers, the etiquette was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The Zhou Dynasty was hierarchical, and the princes and princes like Fang Yun could not afford to provoke the two guards without titles and background. For the soldiers who committed the following crimes in the Zhou Dynasty, they always abolished their martial arts cultivation and sent them to the distant Vedic continent to do hard labor.

The Vedic continent is far away from the Middle-earth Shenzhou, which is poor and barren, and the land of 30,000 miles is desolate. The Zhou Dynasty has always been a place of exile for prisoners. Once it is distributed there, there is basically no hope of returning to Middle-earth.

One sentence shocked the two Houfu guards. Fang Yun lowered his head and picked up the beads that fell from Yang Qian's body. He just glanced at them, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"People-level beads!" After all, he comes from the Hou family, and his knowledge is not much worse. As soon as he saw the snoring baby in the middle of the beads, Fang Yun recognized the baby.

"With this treasure, my practice for one day is equivalent to six days at ordinary times, equivalent to twenty-four days for ordinary people!!" Fang Yun was shocked, and there was no shortcut to martial arts. Even if Fang Yun takes advantage of his memory, if he wants to make progress in martial arts, he has to practice hard day and night. But with a baby like human-level beads, it's completely different.

On the human-level beads, Fang Yun saw a short journey of advanced martial arts in a short period of time.

"I didn't expect that there was a baby like a bead like Yang Qian!" Fang Yun soon made a decision in his heart. He must have this bead.

"Fang Yun, what kind of magic skills have you practiced, magic skills!! I have some level beads, which is equivalent to five or six days of practice in a day. How can I not beat you!" On the other side, Yang Qian finally woke up under the trick of the two guards. He didn't care to stop the bleeding and shouted at Fang Yun with a shocked face.

The treasure of human-level beads, with the accumulation of nobles such as Pingdinghou, is only a few in the house. The new marquis like the Marquis of Sifang doesn't even think about it at all. Yang Qian couldn't figure out how Fang Yun could show such a strong cultivation in a short time.

Fang Yun didn't bother to pay attention to him at all. Yang Qian, a well-bred and spoiled noble scholar, didn't know the hardships of his cultivation. Fang Yun's strong strength was completely obtained by him by turning an hour into two parts and practicing crazily.

When Yang Qian was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly with such a human-level pearl in his arms, how did he know that Fang Yun was practicing hard in the cold night? Don't mention the hard work of practicing martial arts. In the last life, in order to call back Fang Yun's interest in martial arts, Mrs. Huayang spent a lot of effort to let countless guards or intentionally or unintentionally compete and fight in front of Fang Yun.

This extra ten years of knowledge alone is enough for Fang Yun to leave Yang Qian far behind. In terms of combat consciousness, the two are far from the same level!

"Yang Qian, do you remember our bet? I have an idea now," Fang Yunshi stretched out his two fingers, pinched the big human-level beads, and rotated slightly: "I want this thing, and I want the human-level beads on you!" The voice is resolute and negotiable.

Yang Qian was stunned and suddenly broke free from the arms of the two guards: "No, this bead can never be given to you!"

"Do you want to gamble?" Fang Yun bowed his fingers and put the human-level beads in his arms, saying coldly.

Yang Qian stopped and shook his head: "No, with other conditions, we can retreat when we meet in the future. You give me back this bead!"

"Now you are not qualified to negotiate," Fang Yun looked at them with a condescending look, and he just wanted to trample on him in this way. In the last life, Fang Yun hated martial arts, to some extent, because of the beating of two people half a month ago.

Fang Yun gained the current power with his hard work. Naturally, he no longer has to be polite to these guys.

"No..." Yang Qian's voice paused, and a lot of thoughts flashed in his eyes. He suddenly pointed to Fang Yun and shouted, "I know, you must have colluded with those foreign demons and practiced their martial arts. Otherwise, it is absolutely impossible for Mang Niu Fist to beat my Tiger Fist.

Outside the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are many sects that practice all kinds of martial arts. Many sects have existed for much longer than the Zhou Dynasty. The inherited martial arts can be traced back to ancient times and ancient times, and even the Zhou court, which was at the peak of martial arts, could not control them. They call themselves Taoism and Demonism.

But not the pipe gate and the magic gate, the imperial court of the Zhou Dynasty all refuted it as a demon! Once practiced, whether it is the court or the army, it will never be hired!

"Deng Mao, He Yi, give it to me. I snatched back the human-level beads and injured him. With my mother's burden, I killed him, and with our Pingding Houfu, don't be afraid! This guy has something to do with evil. According to the law of the Zhou Dynasty, if he dies, he will die in vain!" Yang Qian said in a ferocious voice.

"Yes!" Deng Mao and He Yi answered and were very excited. With Yang Qian's order, he is responsible for whatever happens. Anyway, there are many people around. Even if the incident happens, it can be excused at that time.

"I'd like to see, which of you dares to do it!" A majestic voice came, the crowd separated, and Yan Lun stood up proudly and stepped forward.

"Little marquis!" Seeing this man, the two guards looked slightly frightened. Yan Lun's identity is special, but what is more awesome is his two arms.

Yan Lun's martial arts has already stepped into the realm of martial arts. Coupled with his long-term knowledge, the two guards are really no match for him.

"Son of the world!" Seeing Yan Lun, Yang Qian looked stunned. The difference between the two is the real 'civilian' and 'noble'.

One of them is out, and the other is out. Yan Lun's identity is like the eldest son of the Marquis of Pingding, who will inherit the throne in the future. The status of Marquis Wenqu is special. This kind of prince of the Marquis is not comparable to Yang Qian at all.

"I heard it outside the pavilion. Now that you have made a bet, you should execute it according to the bet. Do you get fat by saying what you say? Humph! When did our Dazhou scholar come out with something like you? Yan Lun looked down at Yang Qian with his hands behind his back, looking cold.

"This..." Yang Qian looked shocked and scared. If Yan Lun intervened, humiliated the human-level pearl, and lost the face of the Pingdinghou Mansion, it would be a real big deal.

Fang Yun looked on coldly. He recognized the great son of Yan Lun. However, Fang Yun did not think that he had any intersection with the nobleman of the commoner.

"You don't want to go back on your word, do you?" Yan Lun's eyes entered Yang Qian's heart like a knife.

Yang Qian's heart trembled, and his expression was uncertain. Finally, he stamped his foot, greeted Li Ping, and said hatefully, "Let's go!"

After all, it is a martial arts family. Although Li Ping has broken two arm bones, he can still bear it. Taking a fierce look at Fang Yun, Li Ping followed Yang Qian angrily. The two fought to the end this time.

"Fang Yun, our business is not over yet! ..." In the crowd, Yang Qian put down a cruel word and left.

Fang Yun sneered. People like Yang Qian, holding the most precious treasure of human-level beads in his hand, were actually defeated by himself. Now that there are no human-level beads, no matter how hard he works ten times, he is not his opponent. The distance between the two will only get bigger and bigger.

"Thank you very much, my son," Fang Yun arched his hand. Although Yan Lun's identity is a little special, after all, it is all caused by the common people. In unnecessary circumstances, there is no need to offend him.

"It's a piece of work," Yan Lun waved his hand. He had the demeanor of a son of everyone. He took out the "Demon-killing Sword" from his arms. Yan Lun shook it and said, "Thank you again. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to get this

"The right to promise!" Fang Yun was slightly shocked. After thinking about it, he knew that the scene just now must have fallen into the hands of these two people. He inadvertently helped Yan Lun take a volume of "The Secret of Killing Demons and Swords".

"The son of the world is serious. This is the son's unique vision and insight, but it has little to do with me. I have something else to do, so I'll go first. After saying that, Fang Yun stepped forward and strode away.

After all, the identity of Wenquhou is too special, between the civilian marquis and the noble marquis. Before he knew about Yan Lun, Fang Yun did not want to have too many intersections with him. Anyway, he left a front line and had the opportunity to talk in the future.

"It doesn't matter," Yan Lun watched Fang Yun leave, and felt more and more wonderful in his heart.

The scholars in the school palace are also divided into three or six grades. Yan Lun's identity is undoubtedly the top ranking. There are not many things that can be compared with the Qi-level cultivation and the eyes of the palace. At least Fang Yun, although he defeated Yang Qian and Li Ping in one fell swoop, his vitality-level cultivation is destined to belong to the lower level of the school palace.

The eldest son of the Marquis of Wenqu, who used to intersect with each other, did not dare not give him face, and all of them showed their fear. There has never been Fang Yun who didn't take him seriously and refused to be thousands of miles away.

"Interesting," Yan Lun looked at the background of Fang Yun and walked away.