Spring and Autumn I Am King

Zhang Mengtan's guess was right. Wei Ju's indifference was because he had another plan in his mind.

After learning that Zhao Wuxi was not a lecherous woman, he raised his sense of this person to the level of "my enemy". He knew that Zhao Wuxi's threat to him as an adult was no less than Fan's. Jia, the eldest son of the clan, Hei Heng of the Bank of China, and Yao, the second son of the Zhi clan.

Today, Fan and Bank of China set up a bureau in the Sword Room, and Wei Ju heard a little about it, so he and Han Hu gathered the Wei and Han children of the Pan Palace by the pool to discuss countermeasures, and did not dare to enter the Sword Room rashly.

And Zhao Wuxi entered the Pan Palace for the first time. He had no foundation and could not understand, so he suffered a loss.

Wei Ju also stopped Lu Xing's plan to remind Zhao Wuxi, because he already had a plan in his mind to kill two birds with one stone.

At least in the Pan Palace, the alliance of the three families of Zhao, Wei and Han is imperative, and the enemies are Fan and Zhongxing. He wanted to take the lead, which has been recognized by Han Hu, but he was not sure to subdue Zhao Wuxi and the incomparably intelligent Zhang Mengtan.

So, there is this scene in front of me.

And Han Hu, the direct son of the Han family, was facing the crowd at this time, wearing snow-white dark clothes and a dark shoulder-length hair. It is up to Wei Zi to decide, and he will not ask any further questions.

Wei Ju knew that although the Han family was very close to the Zhao family, they were very close to the Zhao family members. Han Hu's plan is the same as his, hoping that Zhao Wuxi's momentum will be suppressed by Fan and Bank of China, and it is best to lose face once. .

It would be even better if his performance this time could make General Zhao Yang dissatisfied and lose the qualification to compete for the heir.

After all, Wei Ju and Han Hu both wanted their cousins ​​Bo Lu and Zhong Xin to be promoted, and Zhao Wuxi had now become the most powerful contender for the throne of the Zhao family.

Wei Ju was thinking about his plan and felt that it was perfect, when he heard Zhang Mengtan, who was dressed in a deep crescent moon and not wearing a swordsman uniform, burst out laughing, and the clear laughter resounded by the pool.

Wei Ju was a little strange: "Why is Zhang Zi laughing?"

How could the Wei and Han's thoughts be concealed from Zhang Mengtan? He didn't expose it immediately, but said without hesitation: "Without him, laugh at the short-sightedness of the Wei and Han families. If things go on like this, the Ru family will be in the same place. In the battle of Pan Gong's children, they were completely defeated!"

Hearing Zhang Mengtan's words, Lu Xing's expression changed slightly, and he said angrily, "Shuzi dare! What do you mean!"

Wei Ju's face was also a little gloomy, but he still held back his impulsive cousin Lu Xing and let Zhang Mengtan continue.

Zhang Mengtan pursed his lips lightly, wrapped his hands around his sleeves, and touched the peach blossom with his knuckles. He is a quick-witted person, and the situation is urgent. What to do next, he can only think while talking.

Fortunately, he knows that he speaks slowly, so he has enough time to think.

He said slowly: "Actually, Meng Tan is not worried about Zhao Zi, he has won the auspicious white moose, auspicious people have their own celestial appearance, they can naturally turn danger into danger, and they can also get the reputation of being one person against the crowd and not falling behind. Instead, it's the Wei family, the Han family? Hehe, hehe!"

He immediately sneered, but stopped talking, his eyes swept over the Wei and Han disciples, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

Except for Wei Ju and Han Hu, who was still sitting with their backs to each other, everyone present was enraged, and they all picked up wooden swords and sabres, wanting to teach the madman a lesson.

Wei Ju, however, knew that Zhang Mengtan was extremely intelligent, and his words were not false. He stopped the crowd, restrained his senseless attitude, bowed respectfully, and said, "How short-sighted I am, how can the Wei and Han families be defeated? , and ask Zhang Zi to teach me!"

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In the sword room, the sound of slamming wooden swords resounded throughout the room.

Sweat dripped from Zhao Wuyi's head, soaking the black swordsman uniform.

"It's too strong." He thought to himself, just now, he and Fan He had already gone through several battles, and the wooden swords collided several times, but they all retreated with one blow.

During these trials, he realized that Fan He's swordsmanship was indeed very strong, almost surpassing that of his strongest swordsman, Yang Tong Rong.

It seems that the fact that Fan He cut off his own sword just now is not an accident, but a manifestation of real kung fu. Because even if the weapon is sharp, it is necessary to cut the key force position in order to break the bronze sword like a bamboo slice.

The other party is only a boy of 14 or 15 years old, so his rivals of the same age cannot be underestimated.

Now, what should we do?

The initial trial is almost over, Fan He has already figured out Zhao Wuxi's swordsmanship level, if he attacks again, it will be a crazy viper bite!

So, can't wait any longer! Must be preemptive!

He held the wooden hilt in both hands, raised his flat shoulders, slightly bowed his body, and slowly took a step to the left.

On the opposite side, Fan He held the wooden sword in one hand and raised his side to his chest. Seeing Wu-shirt's movement, he was contemptuous and moved slightly to the right.

But this confrontation didn't last long, but Zhao Wuxi attacked first.

After he continued to make a fake move to the left, his body suddenly leaned in the opposite direction! He strode out, and then moved forward with force, pushing the sword with both hands and stabbing. Almost at the same time, Fan He's eyes flickered, he slid forward, twisted his body and exerted strength, his left palm pushed his right fist, and the bamboo sword also stabbed out!

Whoosh! Two wooden swords with extremely fast initial speed pierced the air, like two poisonous snakes, swimming towards the target, trying to take a fatal bite.

However, the short sword in Wu Xie's hand was completely stabbed in the air.

The two touched for a moment like a dragonfly in the water, and then spread out again. It seemed that there was no change, but...

At the place where the two had just fought, there was a black brocade, and several black hairs that were cut by the sword wind slowly fell.

It turned out that Fan He's wooden sword had already slashed several inches above Wu-shirt's head, and immediately cut off the black brocade that he had tied into his hair. His dark hair was scattered down, and Wu-shirt's scalp was hot. pain.

Fortunately, he didn't get hit directly in the forehead, otherwise he might have fainted at this moment!

"Fan Ziyi wins!" Zhonghang Heihuo was no longer silent, but applauded with his palms.

Just now, he was still frowning watching, Fan He gave up the plan he had agreed on in advance, **** his own weapon, and abandoned the easy victory, which made the Bank of China Hei Huo very unhappy. But the two were of the same status, just a cooperative relationship, and he couldn't force him to order.

However, now his brows are slightly stretched, because it can be seen that Fan He's victory has been decided!

Seeing this, the youths from Fan and Bank of China kept shouting and booing.

Zhao Wuxi took a half step back, terrified. His swordsmanship was no better than archery, and he was not very outstanding. Although he had competed with people of different styles such as Yang Tongrong, Wang Sunqi, and Tian Ben in Chengyi, his winning rate was not high. Facing Fan He now, he actually felt that he couldn't see through the depth of the other side. This was a sign of the huge gap in sword skills between the two.

"Come again!" However, he became more and more courageous.

The rescue soldier Le Fu left to move has not yet arrived. He has no other way to escape. Now he can only persevere and win! Otherwise, if they were forcibly humiliated~www.wuxiahere.com~, they would be faceless to see Zhao Yang and Pan Gong.

He is not Han Xin who can endure the humiliation of his crotch! It is the proud son of the Qing clan, a pure black bandit gentleman, any stain will affect his status in the Pan Palace and affect his future great cause.

Wu Xie silently prayed to the ancestors of the Zhao family, don't be discouraged, there are too many accidents in such competitions, not only relying on skills, but also hope.

So he changed his sword-holding position, took a deep breath, and quickly entered the state again.

Fan He also sneered and changed the sword in his hand, wide open.

Weakness! The arrogance of the other party is also an opportunity.

This time, Wu Xie didn't make any extra moves, but suddenly stepped quickly, the wooden sword in his hand stabbed at Fan He at a tricky angle!

But there was a sneer at the corner of Fan He's mouth.

"Zhao Zi, you have too many flaws!"

Everyone on the side was dazzled, only to see that when the swords of the two passed by the wrong side again, they did not move much, but one of them let out a grunt and then pulled away from the body again.

Who was injured? The eyes of the teenagers were constantly searching for the two of them.

"Fan Zi, on your shoulder..." A young man with sharp eyes cried out.

Fan He tilted his head slightly. He found that there was an extra white mark on his right shoulder!

This is the trace left by the wooden sword, and it is Zhao Wuxi's handwriting!

It stayed on Fan He's blue swordsman uniform, like a wisp of cloud floating in the blue sky.