The two sides had no friendship, and they could even be said to be dissatisfied with each other. Of course, they could not imagine how peaceful the banquet was. Sure enough, after three rounds of drinking, the middle-aged man who had just quarreled with Kaiyang stood up and said, "I heard that the Western Yue Emperor came from the Western Yue Emperor, and all the martial arts skills were very powerful. I am not talented, so I want to learn a few."

The sound of silk and bamboo in the big tent stopped suddenly, and it seemed particularly quiet. Rong Jin, who was sitting in front of him and didn't speak but was just drinking lazily, suddenly raised his eyes, and his dark red eyes shot straight at the middle-aged man, "You... want to learn about this young master's martial arts? How many moves can you take me?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but choke. Among the people he recruited in Yunfusheng, his martial arts skills can only be considered middle-aged and superior. Even if he was impatient, he would not want to provoke Rong Jin. His face turned a little blue, and the middle-aged man forced to smile and said, "The Emperor of Western Yue is joking. How dare he ask the Emperor of Western Yue for advice when he is low in martial arts skills?"

"Since you know that your martial arts are low, go back and stay obediently, don't upset me." Rong Jin said mercilessly. If it were usual, no matter who the other party was humiliated so by others, the middle-aged man would definitely be angry, but the cold and ruthless red eyes of the pair of Rong Jin made him tremble in his heart and he was unwilling to say anything.

"Your Majesty! The last time Kaiyang wants to learn the master's tricks!" Kaiyang, who was sitting on the lower side, suddenly stood up and laughed loudly.

Rong Jin narrowed his eyes and glanced at him lightly, "If you lose, be careful of your head."

"Yes!" Kaiyang laughed loudly, with no fear on his young face. He bowed to the middle-aged man and said, "Senior, please show mercy." The middle-aged man's face changed a few times. He snorted and pulled out the sword beside him and stabbed towards Kaiyang. Kaiyang looked calm and moved away without hesitation. He pulled out the sword of a Northern Han guard beside him and started to move directly. Kaiyang himself had no sword, but he pulled out the sword of the Northern Han guard to use it. It can be seen that he was careless about this battle. The middle-aged man was immediately so angry that his face turned ashen, and he attacked Kaiyang with a sharp sword.

Outside the big tent, in a corner of the Beihan camp, Xiao Ting looked at the soldiers of Beihan who were waiting for battle in front of him, and then looked at the sound of weapons hitting from the brightly lit tent not far away, and squinted his eyes and said, "What is Yun Fusheng doing?"

The guards beside him whispered: "The men under the Marquis of Jing'an seem to be competing with the people from the Western Yue."

A trace of mockery flashed through Xiao Ting's eyes and he sneered: "When he competed in martial arts, did he think the Emperor of Xiyue is really a man in the martial arts world? So what if he is named a marquis? Still can't change the style of the man in the martial arts world." The guard nodded and said: "What the young master said is that even if it is a martial arts world... Marquis Jing'an will not have the upper hand. I'm afraid he wants to use wheel battles to consume the strength of Emperor of Xiyue and others?"

Xiao Ting sneered: "If this young master is him, he will just let someone surround the big tent and then shoot thousands of arrows at once. It's more reliable than any wheel battle. Go and clean up and let's leave here immediately."

"Young Master, this..." The guard said in embarrassment.

Xiao Ting said: "Rong Jin dares to come to the banquet with a big swagger. Do you think they are not prepared? Even if Rong Jin is stupid, would Wei Wuji be stupid together? Even though we know that our troops are far better than them, they dare to come to the banquet to compete with others like this... Who knows what else will happen next? We can't make a contribution this time, so don't lose our lives."

"Yes, young master." The master and servant didn't say much, and directly packed up their salutes and went out of the Northern Han camp. Although the power here is controlled by Yun Fusheng, Xiao Ting was born in a Northern Han family and an important emperor. Of course, no one stopped him if he wanted to leave, so the two of them had a very smooth journey out of the Great Camp and headed towards the Northern Han Imperial City.

In the big tent, the middle-aged man who had already had the silver light of the long sword dance suddenly screamed and knocked out and fell on the carpet not far away. Everyone looked sideways and saw the dark red blood stains under the middle-aged man dyeing a large carpet red. The blood was gurgling on his wrists and he couldn't move at all. People who were close could clearly see that their hands were clearly broken by someone. Even if there was a famous doctor who was powerful, he would be a useless person from now on.

Kaiyang looked at the waist knife in his hand with satisfaction, waved his hand back to the guard's scabbard, and smiled and said, "The sword of the Northern Han is really well-known. Although he is a little unaccustomed, it is still extremely sharp. Oh... this senior really can't hold on. If the weapon is not good at taking advantage of it, it will lose its weight for a while. Please forgive me and the Marquis of Jing'an."

The people in the world opposite were waiting for Kaiyang with hatred. He clearly had deliberately cut off the tendons of a man, but he looked innocent and pretended to be pretending. No one expected that the young man in front of him who looked only in his early twenties and smiling with a friendly face would be so cruel and ruthless.

Yun Fusheng's face was slightly dark, but he did not have an attack. He waved his hand and asked someone to lift the middle-aged man down for treatment. Soon, someone stood up again. A woman in her forties and fifties looked at Kaiyang with a black whip in her hand. "If you are in this situation, let the old man come and experience it."

Kaiyang blinked, he was completely unfamiliar with people in the world.

Wei Wuji sat leaning against a chair, looking at everyone with a smile. He sipped leisurely with a glass in one hand, and was extremely graceful. Seeing Kaiyang's face was confused, Wei Wuji said, "Kaiyang, this old lady is one of the most masters in the world. When she was young, she had a nickname called Yin Ji, who was good at using long whips. Her martial arts were feminine and she won with her quick victory. Although you don't have an advantage, you are still young, which is a kind of tempering. However, you need to remember to respect the elderly and respect the wise."

Kaiyang smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wei, for your advice. I promise not to smash the face of this old senior."

"The son of the selves is teachable. This senior Yin Ji is the only one left with this face, so he can't beat him." Wei Wuji smiled with satisfaction.

"Wei Wuji!" Yin Ji's face turned black, and her already weird appearance became even more distorted. This Yin Ji's appearance was not outstanding, but it was said that it was an old senior. At most, she was a few years older than Wei Wuji. It was just because of practicing martial arts that not only looked older than her real age, but even her already pretty face became weird. Her appearance was originally an untouchable pain for Yin Ji, but Wei Wuji poked again and again. What old senior and old lady are only this face left. Except for Kaiyang and a few others present, who didn't know Yin Ji? Who doesn't know that Wei Wuji was deliberately squeezing her?
Chapter completed!