By midday, the old street had gathered a large number of people who had come to watch the war. There was even an old man in a boa constrictor red robe with long eyebrows.

This old man is obviously from the palace and has a special status.

People from various families tried to say hello several times, but they were stopped by those who had seen Mrs. Lu before.

For a while, there was no one to make a sound. It was quite strange.

At this time, the old man looked around and said in a hoarse voice, "after waiting for so long, the two protagonists are reluctant to appear on the stage, and the adults are silent. The old slave's life is light and cheap. It's nothing to suffer here. You can't help asking for the nobleman, is the Shen family so big? "

The old man's deep voice broke the silence, but no one answered.

Only Xun Guangyuan, who came from Hanshan academy, sighed.

"Why did Mr. Xun sigh? Do you think the old slave's words are unreasonable? " With a smile, the old man suddenly fixed his eyes on Xun Guangyuan.

Xun Guangyuan was slightly displeased by the venomous look in his eyes. He could not help shaking his head and saying, "Duke Qu's words are heavy. Some of Xun's teachers dare not regard himself as a teacher."

"Ha ha, Hanshan academy is one of the eight holy national culture academies. You can afford that, sir."

When the old man finished speaking, his eyes gradually drew back to the depths of the old street. He sneered in a low, inaudible voice and said, "Mrs. Lu? Hey

It seems that only he can hear this sentence clearly, but who is there who has not cultivated himself? Even Xun Guangyuan's generation, even if silent, can sense three points. Besides, this kind of self deceptive tone of convergence?

"I said why it stinks in front of the old street gate today. It turns out that you, an old poodle, are smelling of urine. Don't go away soon!"

And the provocation of the old man, intentionally or unintentionally, also attracted a response at the first time.

A young and arrogant voice suddenly exploded in everyone's ears, followed by a rotating broken stone!

The stone tore the air, and the terrible force almost pulled out a red streamer in the eyes of the public. The ordinary stone was constantly crushed by the friction between the stone and the air. When the stone swept out of the old street, it was a thin red line, pointing directly at the old man's eyebrows!

The pupils of the old man shrank into a needle like shape, and some of his thin bodies suddenly stood upright, and his Qi machine reversed, which gave rise to the momentum of people's eyes.

He reached out his hand like lightning, grabbed at the red line, and said in a deep voice: "such tricks, you dare to take them out of disgrace!"

Bang!

The red line disappeared in his palm, but the old man just swayed. The red boa robe was like a pool water wrinkled by the wind. The two broad sleeves of the robe were raised backward like banners in the wind, making a "whoosh" sound.

"Hum!" The old man looked at the old street grimly and snorted coldly.

This seemingly painless collision, the old man and the young voice of the host each showed amazing means, which surprised the audience. At the same time, several middle-aged people with official status immediately frowned and secretly suspected the deep meaning behind the old man's attitude.

"Is your majesty finally going to attack the old street?"

The idea flashed through their minds.

"Father Qu, don't make trouble." Seeing that the old man seemed to have a sense of provocation, Xun Guangyuan had to stand up and say, "if you have provoked several elders, it's hard for your father-in-law to go back."

The old man with the surname Qu glanced at Xun Guangyuan and said with a deep smile: "so does Han Guang academy?"

Xun Guangyuan's face changed and he stopped speaking.

He had already made a statement to Mrs. Lu. This time, he just came to watch the war because he had some personal relations with the Shen family leader. Naturally, he didn't want anyone to drag the cold light academy into the water.

Especially in this sensitive situation, if you say a wrong word, it may bring disaster.

Seeing that he wasn't cheated, the old man grinned and silently grinned, then looked at the old street with a bit of anger: "little lame, such a big temper, be careful to cause trouble to your shopkeeper!"

But the young voice of the former one sounded again and said lazily: "the shopkeeper said before his long journey that if someone said bad things about Aunt Lu, he would cut off his tongue. If he dared to be disrespectful to Aunt Lu, he would break his hands and feet. How many hands and feet do you have? Or Can you grow that thing again and cut it for me? "

"Young man, it's useless to be a tough mouth. If you don't stand up, I'll have a good time with you." The old man's long eyebrows were raised, but he could not see a happy and angry smile on his face.

But as long as people who know him will know, this Duke Qu has already moved his heart.

"Qu Haijiao, what skill is bullying children, or I will play with you?"

In the middle of the street, there was another sound of playfulness.

After hearing this voice, the old man's face was as heavy as water. After "ha ha ha ha smile", he put his hands into his robe sleeve, lowered his eyebrows and eyes and said, "since manager Jing has spoken, how can the old slave care about a younger generation?"

"I don't have so much prestige, but I was entrusted by the old man to take care of the little lame man. I don't care if Qu Haijiao wants to play roughshod and kill people in the old street. As long as you don't touch him, you can do whatever you like. "The voice, word by word, drifted out of the old street. Qu Haijiao was already livid.

Then someone found that his feet were half a foot in the ground.

The whole body Qi machine is like being washed away by the waterfall, and the wrinkles on the face exude blood beads.

If it was not for the mercy of the other side, and Qu Haijiao had a very strong body base, he would suffer a great loss this time.

But even so, Qu Haijiao still learned a lesson. The pride that he had developed in the deep palace was restrained. He lowered his brows and eyes and stopped speaking. He stood in the same place like an old monk in a fixed position.

I don't know how long ago, a low voice suddenly rang out among the crowd, "coming!"

With this low voice, many people looked into the distance and saw a slender figure coming slowly.

"Shen's little maniac..."

Some people from various families immediately recognized Shen Fangge.

Xun Guangyuan looked at the young man who was walking slowly, and saw the shadow full of fierce breath behind him. He could not help frowning.

But thinking of his mission to the imperial capital, Xun Guangyuan looked at this young man who might become his disciple.

"Young master of the Shen family, how fierce and murderous

At this time, Qu Haijiao, who had been beaten down, looked at him with a smile that he didn't know what to do. "I wish master Shen a victory in this battle on behalf of the nobleman, and killed the bodyguard who didn't know what to do."

Shen Fangge, who had already gone to the front of the old street, did not look at him. He said in a cold voice, "this battle is for the identity of the Shen family's disciples. Winning or losing has nothing to do with Shen Fangge."

After that, Shen Fangge raised his foot and stepped into the old street, leaving a sentence, "when Lu Li comes, ask him to go into the street and die."

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