As dusk approaches, the red clouds are like dye, the green mountains stand tall, and flocks of birds fly into the woods.

With the sound of hoofbeats and flags fluttering, more than 200 riders crossed the mountains and arrived at the open area at the foot of the mountain. The leaders, Zhao Yanrong, Fu Jingtao, Pan Mei and others briefly discussed a few words and chose a grassland near the stream to camp.

Rest. Following the order, the Forbidden Army soldiers divided up in an orderly manner. They set up camp, fed the horses, and were on guard. Some people were responsible for setting up horse barriers and fences outside the camp to prevent the enemy from stealing in the middle of the night.

camp.

When the bonfire was lit, the naughty stars appeared on the light blue night sky. Fu Jingtao accompanied Zhao Yanrong for a walk along the stream, the night wind blew, and the surrounding areas were quiet.

Zhao Yanrong looked at the sunset gradually fading, and her heart was filled with ripples. She said softly: "Will Bai Lian come back to you?"

A beautiful face flashed in Fu Jingtao's mind, and he said with a hint of melancholy: "She didn't say, and I didn't ask. It's a long road, and there are so many separations, who can predict the future?"

Zhao Yanrong pursed her lips and smiled: "How dare you let go of such a stunning beauty?"

Fu Jingtao sighed: "My legs are on her body, so what can I do if I can't bear to part with them?"

Zhao Yanrong suddenly said: "Five days ago, my imperial brother proposed me to be married to Jin Haoming, a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy. After Naji asked for my name and exchanged birth dates, I will marry into the Jin family around next spring."

As he spoke, he looked sideways, his eyes filled with ripples of helplessness and sadness.

Fu Jingtao was in a state of confusion and whispered: "Congratulations, senior sister, for meeting your sweetheart."

Zhao Yanrong stretched out her hand and pinched him, then gritted her teeth and said, "You little heartless person, don't forget me! Don't even ignore me in the future!"

After all, she did not marry a warrior, but chose a scholar as her husband. The main reason was that she did not want to be involved in the struggle for the throne. Zhao Kuangyin recently took action to rectify the generals. Brothers who had been sworn for many years were dismissed or exiled. The cruel side of the power struggle was undoubtedly revealed. If she

If you marry a military general, who knows whether you will become a victim of factional strife in the future?

Fu Jingtao is not a fool, how could he not be able to understand her tenderness? But the shadow of the Zhao brothers is like a mountain, how dare he play with fire and burn himself? He had to pretend to be deaf and dumb and said: "I wonder what the character of Bachelor Jin is? Is he worthy?

Do you want to be with Senior Sister?"

Zhao Yanrong said: "Jin Haoming was born in a family of poets and writers. He is gentle and elegant, and has profound knowledge. However, he has a weak personality and lacks masculinity." As he spoke, he glanced at him, and a cluster of ambiguous flames danced and shone, flashing with a dangerous aura like a tigress.

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Fu Jingtao was sweating profusely and said with a dry smile: "Then my brother-in-law will not interfere with my senior sister's training."

Zhao Yanrong stomped him unceremoniously and said angrily: "No coward!"

Fu Jingtao knew very well that Zhao Yanrong was aggressive and unwilling to be bound by secular etiquette. He would get angry at the slightest moment, so he did not dare to let her have any illusions, otherwise it would be difficult to end!

Suddenly, a sharp police whistle sounded.

Fu Jingtao looked up and saw a person galloping over the treetops from a distance. He was as fast as a galloping horse. He was surprised and confused at the same time. He shouted in a low voice: "Senior sister, you go first!"

Zhao Yanrong turned around and flew away obediently, so as not to distract him from taking care of him. At the same time, figures flashed in the camp, Tuoba Jian, Zheng Peng, Qiao Hui, Pan Mei, etc. appeared one after another. Several groups of soldiers raised their crossbows.

Swords and guns surrounded him, armor and armor were clanging, and strips of dust were kicked up.

Fu Jingtao calmed down for a moment and stood by the stream unmoved.

The visitor was dressed in a white Taoist robe. He tapped the branches with his toes to gain strength. Each time he rose and landed, he was six to seven feet away. With his beard and hair flying, he rushed forward in an instant and landed lightly on the grass, looking at Zhao Yanrong.

From behind, he said calmly: "The military flag is fluttering, the spears are like a forest, the guards are like tigers, and the atmosphere is chilly. Could it be that the Princess of the Song Dynasty is traveling?"

Fu Jingtao couldn't figure out the opponent's path, so he cupped his fists and said: "The noble person is out here, safety is the most important thing. If you are just curious, please leave immediately to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings!"

The white-robed Taoist priest put his hands behind his hands and said: "Kunpeng, the great master of heaven and earth, is flying! I can come when I want and leave when I want. How come it's your turn as a junior to make noises? Unless your martial arts are better than mine, that's another matter."

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No matter how he acted, an extremely terrifying coercion spread to all sides. Fu Jingtao felt a huge force coming to his chest, and the energy in his Dantian sank. His feet were nailed to the spot, and his bones crackled.

Hold the pressure and refuse to move even half an inch back.

The white-robed Taoist priest asked in surprise: "Young man, what is your name?"

Fu Jingtao said in a deep voice: "This junior is Xuanyuan Sect Fu Jingtao. I wonder if my senior has any advice?"

The white-robed Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "What a coincidence, it turns out you are Fu Jingtao! I am Pang Song of the Tiansha Sect!" After saying this, he quickly stepped across the stream and reached out to grab Fu Jingtao's chest.

The movements are smooth and natural, but incredibly fast.

As he waved his palms, the air currents turned into invisible ropes, wrapping around Fu Jingtao's body and arms, trying to restrict his freedom of movement.

For the secret of longevity, the leader of the Tiansha Sect sacrificed his face and attacked brazenly. If outsiders saw this scene, they would be shocked. You must know that Pang Song has been famous for decades and is one of the world's most evil masters.

It's really unjustifiable to bully a junior by following the rules.

The cold wind fell down, and there was no trace of timidity in Fu Jingtao's eyes. Since he was facing a powerful enemy, he had no choice but to fight! He instantly ignited the art of gas and blood, his heart beat strongly, and his whole body's skeletal muscles burst out with powerful force, and he broke free from the restraints of the airflow.

The fist whirled out from the waist and eyes, the wind of the fist surged, and a mountain-shaking fist hit the enemy's claws.

After experiencing life and death in the underground palace, he came into contact with the secrets of lost martial arts, and his understanding of the use of strength and boxing techniques improved to a higher level. He punched out with unparalleled strength, but also implied a feminine and continuous power. He was considered to be the best on the road of boxing.

Entered the house.

Bang! The wind and sand rolled, the sound was like muffled thunder, and the ground immediately sunk into a large pit.

Pang Song missed a move and his fingertips were slightly numb. He couldn't help but look at him with admiration: "Good boy, he's very capable!" As he spoke, he turned to the side and slashed down with his sword. If he hadn't been thinking about the Tai Chi Immortality Technique, he would have wanted to kill him on the spot.

This young man has an unlimited future.

Fu Jingtao's whole arm was numb from the shock, and before he had time to clear his meridians, the enemy's second palm struck him hard. He roared angrily and raised his Qiandu Hai Palm, twisting his waist to block.

Bang! The two palms intersect, and the layers of palm force conflict with each other.

After all, Fu Jingtao's cultivation is shallow, how can he compete with the evil master? He spat out a mouthful of blood, took six or seven steps back, and his left arm hung limply by his side.

Pang Song rushed up quickly, firmly grasped Fu Jingtao's shoulders, and flew into the distance.
Chapter completed!