It was already night before I knew it.

Cao Hua sat in the cabin on the top floor and looked at the night view by the river with a telescope.

Fang Qifo was wearing a Confucian shirt and sat opposite the desk, telling the next arrangement:

"The court has deployed heavy troops to intercept Jiangling, and it is probably a water battle. After that, there will be no obstacles until Jiangnan. The remnants of Lu Xing'er, Qiu Daoren and others are scattered in various parts of Jiangnan and have sent people to contact each other. When the governor arrives in Jiangnan, he will come to surrender. It is estimated that more than 60,000 rebel soldiers will be recalled..."

After Fang La's defeat, the original million troops could not be wiped out, and they were scattered into many bandits, hiding everywhere in Jiangnan to avoid strangulation. They could no longer threaten them. However, as long as they occupy a piece of territory, Fang Qifu raised their arms and shouted, there would definitely be many people who could recall them.

After hearing the arrangement, Cao Hua put down his telescope, returned to the desk and sat down, nodding gently:

"Fang Shuai is familiar with Jiangnan, and he can arrange everything by himself, and there is no need to report everything to me."

Fang Qifo's face was calm and he chuckled at this: "I am naturally grateful to the governor, but... I still have something unknown."

"Shishou Fang, but it's okay."

"The governor has just stood firm in Shu, and it is a bit too hasty to send troops out of Sichuan. According to common sense, it is better to have troops to be independent according to the dangers of Shu..."

"Fang Shuai has the whole world in his heart, and I am the same in my heart. When I gain a foothold in Shu, I feel comfortable with it and I am not willing to go out to Sichuan to fight."

"Haha...this statement makes sense."

Fang Qifo nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Han'er stood in front of him with a sword in his arms. Seeing that the two of them had finished talking about business, he suddenly glanced around and said:

"Rumored by people from the martial arts world, Fang Shuai and the young master's martial arts are incomparable, and there is nothing to do on the ship, otherwise..."

"Good, good!"

Yu Tang jumped out of the maid's room and lay down at the door and looked at him eagerly.

Luzhu also carefully poked her head out and blinked her eyes to look.

Cao Hua tapped the table with his fingers, looked at Fang Qifo dressed by Confucians, and thought for a moment:

"I killed Fang Bo and Fang Baihua, but they were hostile to each other at that time, and there was a lot of helplessness in Fang Shuai.

However, if Fang Shuai wants to beat me and vent his anger, I can give you a chance."

Fang Qifo's face was calm and he thought for a while: "Fist is afraid of being strong. Fang is over forty years old and has long lived up to his courage, but since the governor has such an intention..."

Fang Qifo put his palm lightly on the edge of the desk, and his robe suddenly shook:

"That'll offend!"

Bang—

A slight crisp sound appeared in the room, and it was slight, but the tea cup on the table ripples.

Cao Hua put his right hand on the table and still tapped the table lightly, the table still motionless.

Kakka—

The slight sound of wood twisting and cracking kept coming from the luxurious room.

The gentle wind blew the two of them in wide robes, and they were quiet and almost silent.

Han'er widened her eyes, took a few steps back, staring at her with all her concentration, and looked nervous.

Yu Tang was inexplicably surprised and stretched his neck and was impatient:

"Young Master, do it!"

"Shut up!"

Han'er was afraid of disturbing the two people who were fighting.

Kakka--

Large desk with curved bulge visible to the naked eye.

Fang Qifu's expression was calm, his left hand was slightly turned, and he also placed it on the edge of the desk.

Bang-

With a loud bang, the desk was split into pieces.

Cao Hua's eyes slightly condensed, his body bounced up like a cheetah, and his five fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed Fang Qi Buddha's face.

Fang Qifu's body was like a catkin, and he stood up lightly, but the chair slid across the room and smashed it against the wall.

Fang Qifo turned back and forth with his iron hook-like claws, and his palms kept slapping Cao Hua's wrist and elbow, just staggering Cao Hua's attack and leveraging his power to move.

Slap—

The fist wind was like a tide, and the sleeve cannon was torn by the wind to make a dull sound.

In just a blink of an eye, the two of them fought for more than ten times and retreated from the desk to the cabin wall.

Han'er was shocked by the gods, and her eyes couldn't keep up, and she didn't dare to get too close.

Finally, Fang Qi Buddha's boots hit the wall of the room and stagnated slightly.

Cao Hua bowed like a tiger, handed out his fists one by one, and smashed Fang Qifo's hands blocked.

Crazy-

The wooden wall was knocked away directly.

Hundreds of black feather guards on the deck all turned around, and Deng Yuanjue and others who were standing at the bow of the ship were also stunned and turned around.

Under the full moon, a figure in Confucian clothes flew out of the room on the top floor of the handsome ship, with wood chips flying all over the sky, and the young man in white robe followed closely behind.

"Wow—"

The boat was restless, and he was looking up with his eyes wide open.

Obviously, many martial artists have been arguing about who is better than Fang Qifo or Cao Hua for a long time, but no one dares to let the two fight.

Fang Qifu ran out of the third floor of the big ship, but his figure did not lose balance. He grabbed the cable of the sail and landed on the mast with a slight relay.

Cao Hua was obviously much more violent. He rushed out of the room and clawed his fingers into the mast, then pulled his body up and landed on the horizontal mast.

"good!"

On the huge ship, roaring and thundering.

The densely packed ships nearby also found movements, lying on the window or plywood to watch.

Under the winter moonlight, the two people stood on a crossbar several feet high and collided again.

The crossbar had nowhere to move, but in just a moment, Fang Qifu was once again forced to the top of the pole.

Seeing a punch coming, Fang Qifu slapped Cao Hua's fist with his palm, and suddenly turned his body, and his muscles were towering. He closed his fists and rushed out like two cannon hammers.

One soft and one hard, the transformation is flawless. I am afraid that Xue Jiuquan has not reached this point at his peak.

Cao Hua was caught off guard, crossed his arms in front of him to block his fist, and he was beaten to fly backwards and hit the mast behind him.

Before everyone could cheer or not, Cao Hua, who had just been knocked away, slammed his feet on the mast and swayed the huge mast slightly. He bounced back like a sharp arrow, and his fists hit Fang Qifu's palm.

Bang—

After a dull sound, countless soldiers of Shu army and Fang La's remains saw Fang Qifo in Confucian robe flying out of the sails, falling into the cold river water, splashing a splash of water.

On the mast, only a young man in white clothes stood with his hands behind his back, like a wolf king under the full moon.

"good!"

The shouts are like the tide.

In a few simple strokes, he proved to countless warriors what it means to "Wuan Tianxia".

No equal?

I haven't had a one-on-one challenge.

However, those who can hold on to Cao Hua for so long without being injured, except for Xie Yijun who deliberately lets water out, Fang Qifo is indeed the first one, and he deserves the word "grandmaster".

Cao Hua had a little appreciation in his eyes, but he was still mostly lonely. He stood on the mast and held his hands that were numb, and looked at the boats shaking flags and shouting below:

"I haven't taken the school for a long time. Has anyone come up to try it?"

"I'll do it!"

Li Bairen came out of the kitchen, climbed up along the mast, and then flew into the river.
Chapter completed!