Chapter 82 Single-handed Hero

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"Brother, you have always said that Uncle Liu is the hero. Now that he has sent his son to Changsha, why don't you take the opportunity to lead us to the run?"

The soldier's careful words, like a needle as thin as dust, gently stabbed in Wei Yan's heart. This thorn seemed to release all the thoughts buried deep in his heart. In a trance, there was a painful and itchy illusion.

"You go out first and then inquire about the situation of Jiangxia's army to see what Liu Feng did." Wei Yan did not respond to the soldier's proposal and gently waved him back.

He stood up, holding the heavy knife in his hand, and his hand full of vine-like veins stroked the cold blade, and the faint blue light on the edge of the blade flashed in his bright starry eyes.

Suddenly, he clenched the tiger's palm and suddenly held the handle of the knife. The ape's arm stretched out obliquely. The blade swept out wrapped in the hunting wind. The fierce wind was like a wave rising from the ground, which instantly shook the whole military tent.

"I thought Liu Xuande would come in person, but I didn't expect that he would only come with one of his sons. Is it that I, Wei Yan, am destined not to meet Bole in my life?

As he muttered to himself, a little hatred quietly appeared on Xiongwu's cheeks.

The curtain was suddenly lifted, interrupting Wei Yan's mind. He looked up and saw that it was the soldier who had just reported the news and returned.

The blue veins on Wei Yan's face were faintly**. When he was about to scold, the soldier shouted with a shocked face, "Brother, someone outside the camp shouted that he wanted to see the eldest brother, and he called himself Liu Feng, the leader of the Jiangxia Army."

Liu Feng? It came so fast!

A touch of surprise flashed in Wei Yan's eyes. The long knife stood up and asked, "How many people did he bring?"

"Only one person rides."

"One person, one ride?" Wei Yan repeated it in a thunderous voice. Obviously, he thought that either he had heard it wrong or the soldier in front of him had said something wrong.

The pawn was shivered by him and said tremblingly, "It's true that one person rides one by one. Except for a portable sword, he doesn't even bring the weapons of horse warfare. Brother, what should we do?"

The unexpected look on Wei Yan's face gradually faded, replaced by strong curiosity. After a moment of meditation, he raised a sneer at the corners of his mouth: "This Liu Feng is a little bold. Let him come in. I'd like to see what kind of person he will be who dares to break into my camp alone."

Wei Yan shook his robe, turned around and sat back in front of the case, and put the long knife horizontally on the case.

Outside the camp.

Liu Feng was dressed in a silver robe, sitting on a white horse on his crotch, with a blue sword hanging around his waist, with a peaceful smile on his face, staring at the antlers, one by one persevering and nervous soldiers.

Although these people seem to be a little frightened by him, a single-handed guest, the listed formation and vigilant will to fight all show a kind of awe-inspiring military spirit.

At a glance, the apist knows that all these soldiers under Wei Yan are elites with strict discipline.

After a while, there was a small scratch in the other party's camp, and then the camp door opened, and a strong soldier shouted at Liu Feng, "My eldest brother invited the general to come inside to meet him."

Liu Feng took a deep breath, gently clamped the horse's belly, and slowly stepped into the camp one by one.

Hundreds of encircled soldiers opened like waves and gave up a narrow passage. Despite this, they still held the weapons in their hands and stared at the young general who had passed by with vigilance.

Along the way, Liu Feng calmed down and did not squint, as if he was surrounded by air, ignoring the pair of murderous eyes.

Under the guidance of the messenger, Liu Feng came to a huge military tent. He knew that Wei Yan was in it, so he turned over and got off the horse, threw the reins to the messenger, and said with a smile, "I'm bother you to feed this horse. Remember, it's not the best forage, it can't eat it."

The messenger was stunned. He couldn't figure it out. How could the young general in front of him have the courage to break into his own camp alone, and he could be so arrogant, as if he were reviewing his subordinates.

Just as the soldier was distracted, Liu Feng had strode into the account.

As soon as Fang entered, a murderous atmosphere like cold winter snow rushed to his face. Looking at the solemn face behind the case, he looked at the strange long knife placed on the table. Obviously, the owner of this place did not intend to call him as an unconsidered guest with goodwill.

Liu Feng was not in a hurry to open his mouth, but carefully looked at the legendary Wei Yan with a smile. Through his sharp eagle eyes, Liu Feng saw a kind of introvertedness, but it contained infinite pride, but inadvertently, he keenly noticed that in the originally bright eyes, But there was a faint flash of melancholy.

At this moment, those eyes are also looking at himself, as if the sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man in front of him is beyond his imagination.

In the big account, no one owner and one guest spoke, but silently observed each other, and the atmosphere was a little strange for a while.

"I've been looking forward to the name of General Wen for a long time. It's a pleasure to meet you." As a guest, Liu Feng was the first to break this strangeness.

A sneer flashed from the corners of Wei Yan's mouth: "I, Wei Yan, am an unknown person. I am not famous as Changsha. Why did Mr. Liu look up to him for a long time?"

At this time, although Wei Yan had some kind of conceit, even he himself admitted that he was an unknown person, but he would not dream that Liu Feng's "long-term admiration" was not just politeness. In this world, I'm afraid that Liu Feng was the only one who could use the word "long-term admiration" to him.

As soon as Fang opened his mouth, Liu Feng felt that Wei Yan was not a person who was easy to get along with, but he did not hate his surname. Anyone with great talent would have a strange surname. Only those who did nothing would eventually be cautious, afraid that he would behave differently from others.

In the face of Wei Yan's stiff attitude, Liu Feng did not think it was strange at all, but smiled faintly: "Other people like to pursue those who are famous people in the world. I am a little strange. I like to look for the gold buried in the dust, so the word 'long time' is not wrong."

Liu Feng's compliment is almost close to the highest level. The seemingly casual "gold buried in the dust", like a pair of invisible hands, gently scratching Wei Yan's self-esteem hidden in the depths of his heart, instantly making him have an unprecedented desire.

After Wei Yanwei was stunned, he snorted coldly: "Mr. Liu came all the way from Jiangxia. He didn't just say these compliments to me."

The flashing look could not escape Liu Feng's eagle eyes. He knew that his words had pierced Wei Yan's nerves.

He took a deep breath and said cheerfully, "I, Liu Feng, have always not liked to beat around the bush, and I believe the general is the same. Then I'll open the skylight and speak up. The purpose of my single-handedly this time is to persuade the general to return to my command.