With a "bang", Zhou Ziheng's palm slapped his hand fiercely on the wooden table, staring at Guo Xiaojiu's face with some playful look: "Criminal Zhou Ziheng of Luoyang, the future King of Luoyang is me! Who are you?"

"Guo Xiaojiu, the old man in Guanjian Tower, I have to call him Uncle Master." Guo Xiaojiu narrowed his eyes, his eyes were a little sharp, and he quickly swept the face that made him displeased.

This guy turned out to be the guy who chased his little sister every day? No wonder he often complained when he was a child that he was a family who deserved to be beaten up.

"Ye!" Zhou Ziheng was a little surprised. He never expected that his expression was filled with a smile in an instant: "It turned out to be the junior nephew that Hongluan often talked about, but, after all, he is a junior. It would be not good to talk to me like this, right?"

The two personal guards were relieved and knew that the young man with a sword belonged to their Luoyang City. Hearing the words of His Royal Highness, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha!" Guo Xiaojiu reached out and touched the scabbard, and slapped the table with a palm. The force was much greater than that of Zhou Ziheng before.

With a palm falling, the table swayed left and right a few times, and then it sank with the force and broke into a pile of waste wood.

"What kind of elder are you? Don't think that you can show off your power in front of me by being my little sister's follower."

Guo Xiaojiu retreated and kicked away the wooden stool under his butt. The more he looked at the prince of Luoyang, the more he felt how could the younger master tolerate such a playboy.

"Ha!" Zhou Ziheng sniffed awkwardly, reached out to stop the two close-fitting guards from approaching: "As a junior, I don't respect my elders at all. Today I will teach you a lesson in Luoyang City, a yellow-haired boy."

"Crack!" Guo Xiaojiu drew the knife directly, neatly and neatly.

"You don't have that qualification, but I want to teach you a lesson, draw your sword!"

The dignified Prince, His Highness, must not be fooled, took two steps back, opened the formation, and drew out the long sword.

The two of them seemed to be tense, but neither of them immediately took action. After all, the swords and swords were blind and could not hurt each other.

The two people's eyes collided, like two male lions in heat looking at each other, and their steps were also changing left and right.

Finally, Zhou Ziheng shook his head: "I think this is the case. We just clicked until we hit it, and we hit it with empty hands."

After saying that, he withdrew his sword, reached out and inserted it into the ground under his feet, and pierced deeply into the ground with the scabbard.

Guo Xiaojiu took back the knife, untie the constraints with one hand, and clasped his fist with the other hand and pressed it on his lower abdomen.

Then, he also thrust hard, stepped forward and stabbed Zhou Ziheng.

These two people should be a little different age, and they are both the easiest to get angry. One person didn't like each other very much, but when he saw that he was the follower who he often told about when his little sister-in-law said, of course he didn't hold back. The other person felt much more frustrated. Usually he was looking for others for bad luck, but today, it was a good thing...

Without waiting for more thought, the big fist that was originally attached to Guo Xiaojiu's abdomen had already hit Zhou Ziheng's chest.

The surrounding divine guards really didn't interfere, but their faces were staring at the field with a strange look. A few guys who didn't understand them were asking their companions in a low voice.

"Hey!" Zhou Ziheng could not dodge, and was punched hard, immediately turned red and retreated four or five steps away.

After one punch, Guo Xiao

Jiu did not pursue, patted his sleeves gently, squinted his eyes again to look at the prince in front of him: "It is worthy of being the most powerful playboy prince in Luoyang City, and I can't even eat a punch."

After saying this, Guo Xiaojiu breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, he felt much better, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You sneak attack me!" Zhou Ziheng argued with some dissatisfaction.

In front of so many divine guards, where did the prince of Tang Tang put his face? When his mind was hot, he didn't think about it anymore. He fisted and rushed over.

Just when the scene was noisy, no one noticed the previous carriage that jumped out of the two pretty girls. The curtain was slowly pulled open, and a beautiful figure slowly poked out.

Another woman was covered by a purple gauze, wearing a pale green Taoist shirt, and carrying a sword of an ordinary Taoist disciple behind her back.

This woman is tall and should be no less than Guo Xiaojiu and Zhou Ziheng. Compared with ordinary women in the Tang Dynasty, she is more than one head taller than the ordinary women in the Tang Dynasty.

A woman’s eyes are beautiful, and her eyes are like stars at that night, which can make people sink.

Unfortunately, it is noon, and no matter how beautiful the eyes are, they can only hold the bright sun.

The woman's eyes looked in the direction of the tea stall, and the corners of her mouth under the gauze seemed to be slightly raised.

Zhou Ziheng's punch was full of confidence, but instead, Guo Xiaojiu's wrist was pinched by both hands, kicked Zhou Ziheng to the ground.

The divine guards naturally did not dare to laugh. The two close-fitting divine guards rushed forward and ran to Zhou Ziheng quickly, wanting to help him up.

"I'll do it myself!" Zhou Ziheng supported his body with both hands and clenched his fists tightly. He felt a little bit asking for trouble.

The two personal guards did not dare to violate his orders, so they could only stand aside in embarrassment.

Suddenly, Guo Xiaojiu turned his head and looked in the direction of the carriage: "You are finally out!"

As he spoke, he had already walked to his sabre, reached out and pulled out the sabre, and tied it back to his waist.

After hearing Guo Xiaojiu's words, the divine guards noticed that there was already an additional female disciple from Taoism around them.

Zhou Ziheng stood up and frowned slightly. Sure enough, a real master will appear when you relax and feel that you won’t show up.

The divine guards were already prepared, and about a dozen divine guards formed a semicircle and approached the carriage.

Facing the disciples of the Taoist sect, they dare not underestimate them.

The woman raised her hand gently and saw the sword behind her back automatically leaving the sheath and dancing with her fingers. The long sword, no, should be a flying sword, dancing randomly in the air.

"Flying Sword?" Zhou Ziheng exclaimed in surprise. The characters in the Taoist sect were indeed extraordinary, but they still couldn't be afraid: "The situation was so big that it covered his face. How ugly is he afraid of being seen by others."

"I think the face under the veil may be beautiful. How about a bet?" Guo Xiaojiu interjected inappropriately.

The flying sword hadn't waited for them to continue to mocking him, and had already pirated towards Zhou Ziheng's face in the wind.

Before the god guards who were close to the car could react, the flying sword had already passed over their heads, leaving a harsh buzzing sound.

Zhou Ziheng did not dare to neglect, so he quickly turned around and drew out the long sword.

The two personal divine guards should have good cultivation. They blocked the sharp first sword for him, and were both shook back more than ten steps, and blood was overflowing from the corners of their mouths.

The second sword followed, and the target was still Zhou Ziheng.

"Block it myself, I'll lift her fig leaf!" Guo Xiaojiu said, already rushing towards the direction of the carriage, and his speed was comparable to that of the flying sword.

But this skill was still enough for the female disciple of the Taoist sect to shoot out the sword twice, once knocking back Zhou Ziheng, and once letting his shoulders see red. If the two close-fitting divine guards had not leaned against Zhou Ziheng again and grabbed his shoulders in time, the sword would have pierced firmly into his heart.

The legendary Taoist flying sword, the divine guards naturally cannot get involved. Not every Taoist disciple can use such excellent sword control skills, let alone the female disciple, who should be in her youth.

Guo Xiaojiu quickly drew the knife, held his hands full, waved it hard, and a strong wind slashed straight at the female disciple of the sect.

The female disciple frowned slightly, shook her body, removed the strong wind, and moved slowly, just avoiding the blade.

However, the purple gauze covering the face was just rubbed to the corner by the strong wind, revealing the beautiful face of the female disciple.

"So beautiful!" Guo Xiaojiu muttered in his heart, and said no exaggeration that this little face was much more beautiful than the sea he had seen, and it was the kind of cold and desolate beauty.

The strong wind fell and the gauze fell. The woman's eyes showed a little murderous intent. The flying sword that had originally planned to stab Zhou Ziheng again rushed back.

"How is it? Is it extremely ugly?" Zhou Ziheng reached out to hold the bleeding wound, but his eyes stared in Guo Xiaojiu's direction.

"If possible, I think I would marry her as a wife. Do you think she is beautiful or ugly?" Guo Xiaojiu glanced back, her eyes full of heat.

"Tsk, I see you, a rural villager, have never seen any world. Beauties, I have caught a lot of Luoyang City. If I can let me marry you home, Hongluan is the only one."

Zhou Ziheng raised his head proudly. Thinking of the woman wearing a sword in the city, his wounds no longer hurt.

"I must open it for you, and my eyes widen and carefully!"

Guo Xiaojiu's sword swung backwards, just in time to hit the flying sword that was attacking. The force of the sword made his body lean forward quickly.

"Not good!" The female disciple of the Taoist sect thought to himself that he wanted to retreat, but his speed was obviously faster than Guo Xiaojiu's approach. The flying sword had no time to support him, and there was a little fear in his eyes.

"Hao!" Guo Xiaojiu reached out and quickly explored it, and actually tore off the veil directly, and the pace under her feet was also slow.

This time he saw the face of the female disciple more clearly, and his heart suddenly became more and more pounding. Walking along the way from Henan Road, this was really the first woman who made his heart beat faster in terms of appearance.

"Oh no!" Guo Xiaojiu was stunned and the flying sword flew quickly. The woman stepped on the ground with force, and her body flipped over and stepped on the flying sword.

With a cold look, he stared at Guo Xiaojiu's body. The two extremely beautiful eyeballs seemed to be shooting Guo Xiaojiu directly.

"Ning,... Ning Buer?" The Divine Guards may not know who the female disciple of the Taoist sect was, but who Zhou Ziheng was. He had seen the portrait of him coming to Qingcheng Mountain a few days ago.

Ning Buer on the flying sword was already controlling the flying sword seven or eight meters high from the ground, and she also looked down at the same time.

"The great master of Taoist sect, Ning Buer, please give me advice!" Ning Buer nodded slightly at Guo Xiaojiu, reached out and pointed, and a sharp light shot directly at Guo Xiaojiu's door!
Chapter completed!