"Teacher, senior brother?"

Zheng Qiao's eyes fell on the young man walking slowly towards him, with a look of surprise on his face, but he was highly vigilant inside. An unknown premonition filled his chest. He thought no one in the world could make him afraid and nervous anymore, and obviously he looked up to him.

Went to the center of the palace.

The two brothers looked at each other three or four feet apart.

An inexplicably solemn atmosphere permeated.

"It's rare, I can still hear you call me a senior brother."

Zheng Qiao calmed down her inner anxiety.

He said seriously: "What are you saying in senior brother? You and my lips are dependent on each other and you and my brothers are both quarrels, it will not affect the friendship between the past. The senior brother is a senior brother one day, and he will be a senior brother for the rest of his life. But, why are the senior brothers here today?"

Yan Andao: "Come and kill you."

The three simple words that didn't even have murderous aura were so dull that they seemed to say "Today, you and I will drink a drink together", which made people suspect that Yan An was funny. Zheng Qiao couldn't laugh, and he looked down: "Kill me?"

Zheng Qiao was born very well.

That kind of handsome, feminine and stunning beauty that transcends gender, with a bit of natural sarcasm and meanness.

Such a beauty is not an exaggeration to say "Yueli Wushuang". In terms of appearance alone, I am afraid that there will be no one in the world who can compete with him. The natural and affectionate eyes are full of incredible things, and even anger makes it pleasing to the eye.

Zheng Qiao asked again: "You want to kill me?"

Then he questioned again.

"Yan Xingning, do you want to kill me?"

Yan An did not answer the three questions.

Seeing his attitude, Zheng Qiao felt bored. He swept away the fragility and shock of being betrayed just now. The disdain of the corners of his eyes and eyebrows was almost gushing out. He sneered: "Senior Brother, do you think you are too hypocritical? You said that the person who went down the mountain to assist me, and that the person who wanted to kill me was also you. Why? The promise you made can change your orders in the morning?"

Yan Andao: "It's not, it's consistent."

As for how to be "consistent", their brothers can go to the underworld and spend a lot of time slowly talking about it.

Zheng Qiao's voice rose several times: "No?"

It's vaguely sharp.

Yan An didn't answer and pulled out the sword from his waist. When Zheng Qiao saw this, he subconsciously took a step back. The sword looked so familiar. Yan An's deceased father loved the most during his lifetime added a lot of psychological shadow to Zheng Qiao's time in school. The students had a headache when they saw it.

Zheng Qiao also grabbed the sword beside the table.

With a brush, the sharp blade was unsheathed.

He asked again: "Where is your sword?"

Yan An said in a moranous manner: "It's broken."

Zheng Qiao: "..."

Swords are the king of hundreds of blades, and have extraordinary significance for scholars, and their importance is second only to "character". They are generally prepared by teachers or elders in their families. From collecting good forging materials to being released and polished, it takes an extremely long time.

The deceased father regarded Zheng Qiao as his own, and knew that he was embarrassed, so he took over the matter. Therefore, his sword and Yan An's sword are of the same origin and furnace. I hope that these two brothers can have the same relationship, support each other, and follow the gentleman's way.

A pair of gentleman swords have the same outcome.

Zheng Qiao's sword was cut off by him by himself - because after he was humiliated by the old king of Xin, his classmates and friends changed their close and elegant faces, pointed at his nose and insulted him as a fool of himself. He was so hypocritical that he was disgusting.

Yan An's sword was also broken by himself, because the expectation it was cast was already twisted, so it would be better to destroy it. The broken sword was handed over to the wife and asked her to find a sword-casting master in the future and recast the daughter passed on to them.

Today I can only bring the sword of my deceased father.

It's also considered-

Cleaned up the portal.

The cold sword tip flowed with the coldness of death, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zheng Qiao's throat. The cold light flashed and smoothed three or four feet away in the blink of an eye. Zheng Qiao felt the murderous aura that seemed to be nothing but firm as rocks in the air, and then he knew that Yan An had a firm heart.

He held his sword and parried.

There was a crisp sound.

A huge force came from his hand to force him to retreat. He stepped behind him to the table, and he decisively used his sword move to remove his power and swerved his body. His natural affectionate eyes were full of murderous intent at this time. Zheng Qiao no longer concealed his murderous intention in front of Yan An for the first time.

He urged Danfu Wenxin to find that there was no movement.

It was quiet, as if the literary heart had never appeared.

As for the national seal, there was no shadow.

"Yan Xingning, your uncle is really here!"

Zheng Qiao couldn't help but curse.

This scene, combined with the abnormal quiet atmosphere in the hall, was sure that this space was no longer in existence.

It is impossible to call Wen Xin and cannot activate the trump card of the National Seal. Although the restrictions are aimed at both sides - this can be proved by the lack of any fluctuation in literary spirit around you since Yan'an appeared - but Zheng Qiao is obviously at a disadvantage as the same "forbidden hand".

Although he has talent for swordsmanship, his teacher has limited energy, so his swordsmanship was taught by Yan An. Over the years, he has been pampering and racked his brains to fight with others. He never drew his sword twice a year, and he was basically dying about dust.

Yan An’s swordsmanship is excellent. Not to mention practicing in the winter and practicing in the summer, he is so hard, but he has not fallen behind in recent years. Simply competing in swordsmanship may be taken away by this senior brother! Seeing the tip of the sword sticking up again, Zheng Qiao turned his wrist and pressed against the sword blade that was stabbed onto the sword. The sword body sounded in his ears, and the sword body seemed to be overwhelmed. After that, he was forced to the corner of the wall without any force.

Yan An's hand holding the sword was terrifyingly stable.

Take a move to the point.

However, he knew Zheng Qiao's swordsmanship, and Zheng Qiao also knew his sword shadows flashed and clanged, and the cold sword light seemed particularly strange in this space.

Although Zheng Qiao was in danger and in a mess, his life was still there and he could not die. Since becoming the king of Geng Kingdom, he has never had such a mess again.

Just for a moment, the sword blade thrust straight on his shoulder, and a charming red flower spread out from the blood.

The next sword is death.

Zheng Qiao gritted her teeth and went to catch the sword blade with her bare hands.

Wow—

Blood splattered, embellishing Yan'an's side face.

Tear-

This is the sound of the sword blade cutting through the brocade and gorgeous clothes.

Most of the sleeves fell to the ground.

Just in time, the four words "cut the robe and cut off the meaning".

Yan An paused for a moment, and without thinking, the next sword swung at Zheng Qiao with a more sharp force. When Zheng Qiao saw the half-sleeved sleeve, he described his embarrassing pretty face with a strong disgust, followed by even greater anger: "Yan Xingning! He bullied people too much!"

He fought dozens of moves.

Zheng Qiao's hair was messy and his body was injured more. The red blood almost dyed Tu Bai's clothes into dazzling red clothes.

As his disadvantages expanded, his heart gradually turned into fear. His chest was pounding and beating as his heart seemed to be pierced and stopped beating in the next second. He plucked up all his strength and stabbed away quickly, looking at his posture and wanted to die with Yan An.

This is bound to be impossible.

At the critical moment of life and death, Zheng Qiao realized that he was far less open-minded than he thought, and he cherished his life more than he expected.

The sword tip suddenly turned and swung with a feint.

But the results are not very effective.

With a snap, the sword was removed.

Zheng Qiao was repelled by huge force, and he stepped back several steps but still couldn't stabilize his body. He fell down the steps outside the hall. A spontaneous turn accompanied by severe pain in his body, he rolled dozens of times, and finally rolled down dozens of steps, and finally hit the eyes of Venus.

The blood from the wound was stained on the ground.

The dizziness caused by blood loss made him unable to support his body with both hands. His eyes were firm, and he got up with his bite and staggered forward step by step. He knew that death was pressing towards him step by step, like a maggot attached to his bones.

At this time, he keenly noticed that the surrounding environment had changed compared to before, as if it was covered with a layer of mist.

A sense of joy surged in my heart.

He didn't know what method Yan An used to create this strange space, but he was sure that he could be so domineering that he would cut off Wen Xin and even the National Seal, he would have to pay an extremely heavy price, and it might even be Yan An's own life!

This also means that this situation will not last long.

As long as the time is over, the winner will be decided.

"Senior Brother--"

In an instant, thousands of thoughts flashed through my mind.

Zheng Qiao ran away for a few steps and staggered to the ground. He turned around and looked up and saw Yan An flying down from the height of the steps. After just a few breaths, the other party's appearance changed greatly.

The original three thousand black hairs were mixed with half of the gray color.

The young face has more profound ravines left by the years, and his figure is not as tall as before. What's even more strange is that Zheng Qiao's counterattack can only save his life and does not cause external injuries to Yan An. However, there were dazzling blood marks on the latter's body at some point...

Each position matches Zheng Qiao.

"Senior Brother--"

Zheng Qiao leaned back with his hands.

Although he was still in a dirt at this moment, he did not damage his appearance at all, and even had a bit of broken and fragile temperament.

"Why are you and my brothers?"

"Why is it that!"

His eyes were clear, no different from those back then.

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Hehe, today last year, I started serializing.

What does this mean?

It means that Tang Mei is one year old.

Haha, I originally wanted to let Yan'an eat the bento in one go today, but I overestimated myself.
Chapter completed!