Chapter 292： King Nanyuan meets a madman

Chapter 292 Nanyuan King Encounters a Madman

At the north gate of Wanzhou.

A group of people from Yanjing is in a stalemate with a group of people from Beiqi.

Nanyuan Wang Bai got out of the carriage and said to the young man in red clothes stained with blood and with unruly eyebrows on the horse, "We were the first to arrive, so it's okay to let you pass first. But you shouldn't hurt me The subordinates are still speaking rudely, is it true that Dayan is like a barbarian and has no etiquette at all?"

Ying Zhefeng had a horsewhip wrapped around his hand, and swung it towards King Nanyuan. The crackling sound seemed to tear the air apart. Once it falls, it's almost the same, not to mention that the flesh is bruised.

Bai Zhan didn't hide, but he wanted to see if the young man would dare to do something to him right away.

The whip landed in the empty space, Ying Zhefeng found it very interesting, and showed his white teeth when he laughed. "Old man, Nanyuan King? A cowardly and small country that only sends protons to my Great Yan, what right does it have to talk about etiquette with me? My whip is etiquette."

Bai Zhan squinted his eyes and looked at the team behind the young man. The black bird totem was clearly printed on the flag, which represented a powerful country. Reminiscent of the people who participated in the ball game on Dayan's side, this young man must be the one known as the mad king. And the majestic person behind him should be Yi Zhaoxian, the dean of Qianming Academy.

The young master next to Yi Zhaoxian is handsome, but who is it?

"So, King Feng is not going to apologize to us?"

Ying Zhefeng laughed out loud, full of jokes and sarcasm. "Nanyuan King, you have lived a long time, how can you eat all your knowledge? Since you know that I am Feng Wang, you still expect that I will apologize to you. Is it because you are too naive, or is it my reputation? not far enough?"

Negotiations failed, Bai Zhan raised his voice, and turned to the back of the team, "President Yi? Is this how you, Da Yan, treat guests from afar?"

Yi Zhaoxian rode forward on the horse and reined in the reins. Although his status is high, he is a courtier after all, and King Feng is the son of the emperor. "King Nanyuan, the Nine Kings of our country are like this young man who is full of vigor and heroism. Even Your Majesty appreciates his innocence. The ones injured on the left and right are just subordinates who don't have long eyes, so forget it. Why bother for him , basking in the sun."

Nanyuan King's face became paler, he understood that even if he is the Nanyuan King of a country, he is no match for a prince of a great country. There is truth in the fist.

He extended the etiquette between countries, "In this case, let's ask the host for an explanation after entering the city."

Ying Zhefeng has long been impatient, what can I ask you to explain? His arm trembled, and the whip swung out again. This move was full of luck, and it was actually running towards King Nanyuan's face.

Bai Zhan straightened his back, come on.

However, the whip did not fall after all, and was firmly held in the hand of another handsome young man who descended from the sky.

Ying Zhefeng was furious, not only because someone dared to confront him, but also because he, who was invincible among the princes, was actually restrained by a little-known kid.

"Who are you? How dare you touch my whip?" Ying Zhefeng asked loudly.

Zhen let go of his grip on the lower part of the first floor, and Ying Zhefeng almost fell down. The horse's hoof was raised high, and it was barely stable.

"Didn't you just say that? Whose fist is harder is etiquette, so I proved that I am stronger than your fist!"

Ying Zhefeng's blood was aroused, and he jumped off the horse, "Okay, then I will play with you. Look at the trick."

The whip carried the sound of hunting wind, and greeted Zhenyilou. Really the first floor is not in a hurry, flashing and moving. His figure was like a ghost, and the whip couldn't even touch a piece of his clothes.

The Northern Qi side, including the wounded warriors, cheered.

"Good job, young master, good job."

"Sure enough, there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people."

"Haha, if you are weak, he will be strong. The breeze blows over the hills. The arrogance just now."

Yingzhe was in a panic, and he was ready to kill. When the fight reached the thirtieth round, his whip was snatched by Zhen Yilou. When the two of them staggered, he swished out the long sword under his waist and made a sneak attack!

Zhen Yilou seemed to have eyes in his back, dodged in a flash, turned around, kicked Ying Zhefeng and fell to the ground.

(end of this chapter)