Chapter 1229： Fiasco

In the darkness, Qianmiao felt a murderous intent struck through the obstacles, and rushed to the Fengxuan beside him.

Feng Xian has been checked, his body agile on one side, turned over to avoid the attack.

She took a step back, turned on the light on the ring, and suddenly saw the scene in front of her. A middle-aged man with a hair bun held a long stick in his hand, playing Shaolin Kungfu, and fought Fengxian.

Feng Xian didn't attack him, but stepped back, swiftly avoiding all his attacks.

Qian Mian had seen Jiang Yuan's photo, and he was the man with the ancient male hairstyle in front of him.

Her people had also searched for it before, but they couldn't find it. It turned out to be hiding in Taishizhou.

His skill is not good, but he is very good at finding loopholes.

After touching Fengxian and accidentally fighting him, he speeded up, from top to bottom, from left to right, leaving no room to attack Fengxian.

Feng Xian had a calm expression, while avoiding the sticks, his voice slowly and quietly said: "If Mr. Jiang wants to learn martial arts, we can make another appointment to know what I am here tonight. Let's talk about business.

When the words fell, Feng Xian grabbed Jiang Yuan's stick lightly, standing tall and straight, with awe-inspiring posture.

"This is the business I want to talk to!"

Jiang Yuan twisted his eyebrows fiercely, holding the stick in both hands, pressing down the corners of his mouth very hard. He squatted with his legs, his hands as tight as his face, and he was firmly grabbing the stick from Feng Xian's hand.

But the stick remained in Fengxian's hand, and the longer it took, the more embarrassing Jiang Yuan felt.

At this time, the Fengxian hand loosened.

Before Jiang Yuan's strength could be recovered, he stepped back a few steps and sat down on the ground, his vigor was frustrated by another three points!

His eyes were fierce, and he suddenly waved his hand. In an instant, three darts flew out of the sleeves, and they all flew towards Qianmen!

Feng Xian stepped over subconsciously to block it, and Jiang Yuan seized the gap in a sneak attack, with a successful sneer at the corner of his mouth.

In the next second, Jiang Yuan felt the figure shaking in front of him. In just one second, he stood up and was suddenly kicked down again. His hind buttock hit the cold ground again, causing a dull pain!

When he slowed down, he opened his eyes and saw that the three darts had been intercepted by the sealing string and stuck between his fingers, and they hadn't hurt them at all!

And the girl who was standing by the wall came to the side three meters away. She kicked the kick on her body!

Three meters, one second!

Jiang Yuan was a little surprised, with an incredible color in his eyes, focusing on the girl's face.

Feng Xian stretched out his hand towards him and said, "It's rude."

Jiang Yuan snorted coldly, slapped his hand away, stood up quickly, and after shaking the dust on his body, he squinted at Qian Mi again, thinking in his heart.

The eyes turned back and forth between the two, seeming to have a plan.

"Follow me in!"

The lights all around turned on all of a sudden and returned to normal.

Jiang Yuan left the two behind and walked into the hall with strides.

Qianmiao and Fengxian looked at each other, without saying a word, stepping in.

Entering the front hall, the first thing you see is the painting hanging in the middle of the wall in the hall.

Qian Mian looked calmly at first, then looked at the eyebrows, and looked at relief.

After a while, his eyes moved away from the painting.

Jiang Yuan caught a glimpse of her eyes, the corner of his mouth curled up, sat down in the main seat, and ordered the servant to serve tea.

"Feng Zongye visited late, why is it?"

He deliberately pretended to be confused, and his small eyes looked at Feng Xian faintly, as if unwilling.