Chapter 133 The Drunkard's Intentions Are Not Drinking

The Red-robed Fairy Li Mochou was famous, and everyone in the martial arts world knew that she was as pretty as a peach or plum, but had a heart as vicious as a snake or a scorpion. At this moment, hearing her words spoken with great dignity, everyone fell silent.

Because Li Mochou's martial arts skills were so high, the heroes estimated that the only ones who could defeat her were Hong Qigong and Guo Jing. Even if Mrs. Guo was in good health, the chances of winning or losing would probably be fifty-fifty.

However, Feng Yi said that they were of equal seniority and similar age, and asked the seniors and the host to be witnesses, which disqualified several people from taking action.

But if you don't agree with his words, let's not mention that Feng Yi broke into the Mongolian military camp alone, swept away five masters, and broke the military formation, which had already shocked the martial arts world and became a legend. Even if Hong Qigong and Guo Jing turned against Feng Yi, he would definitely be able to retreat unscathed, and the consequences can be imagined!

Besides, everyone in the martial arts world knows the rule of making friends through martial arts. The part where Li Mochou challenged Huang Rong was also revealed by Feng Yi, so naturally they could not leave.

Hong Qigong closed his eyes and stroked his beard, smiling slightly, "Girl Li, you are a skilled martial artist and a smart person, you are indeed a match for Rong'er. How you behaved in your life is up to public opinion, I won't argue with you, but an old beggar's men will not kill those who repent.

Today, Feng kid has been beating around the bush to protect you, you must not let him down!"

Li Mochou's specious arguments could not shake Hong Qigong's mind. It was just that Hong Qigong was kind-hearted by nature, and he would not kill even the most heinous person as long as he sincerely repented.

In the past, the old monster Liang Ziweng used yin to replenish yang and broke the bodies of many women, but when Liang Ziweng begged for mercy, he was only forced to have his hair pulled out. Hong Qigong then told him to take good care of those women and not to do it again.

That's why he didn't kill Ouyang Ke, but saved Ouyang Feng. At the top of Mount Huashan, he wanted to kill the traitor Qiu Qianren. But after he came to his senses, he said no more. All this was truly due to his personality.

Li Mochou looked sad, lowered her head and sighed, "I was wrong for a moment, living in hatred and going astray...

She blinked her eyes and said, "But now that I think about it, if it weren't for the cause in the past, how would I know that there are still people in this world who care about me." A charming smile appeared on her slightly rosy face.

At this moment, she was less aggressive and indeed had some fairy-like demeanor.

Feng Yi stretched out a hand and held her slender hand, but he felt that her palm was cold and full of sweat. It was obvious that she was extremely nervous after what she said just now.

Suddenly, a light laugh was heard, and Zhu Zi's willow-like clothes and hair fluttered in the wind. He stood in the hall in an elegant and graceful manner.

Li Mochou was secretly surprised to see his light movements.

Zhu Ziliu smiled and said, "Then let me learn the ancient tomb school's martial arts!"

Li Mochou snorted coldly and asked loudly: "Are you recommended by everyone?"

As long as it wasn't Hong Qigong or Guo Jing who took action, Li Mochou was not afraid at all, but she still wanted to ask clearly, she didn't want it to go on and on.

Zhu Ziliu pondered for a moment and said, "I like to write poems, couplets, calligraphy and reading all my life, and my martial arts skills are very rudimentary. How dare I be recommended by everyone?"

After a pause, he smiled again: "But you consider it a great shame because you lost to Island Master Huang. You harmed my Senior Brother Wu and his wife, and even insulted my mentor. I am not talented enough, so I have no choice but to take on the responsibility!"

Huang Rong said in a clear voice: "Brother Zhu, your One Finger Yang Kung Fu is superb, and Brother Li's ancient tomb martial arts are exquisite. We should wait and see, so don't be modest."

The heroes all shouted, "Mrs. Guo is right... Mr. Zhu, you will have to bear the trouble..."

The martial arts of the Dali Duan Clan emphasizes understanding. When Zhu Ziliu first joined the Nandi sect, his martial arts ranked last among the four disciples of the Fisherman, Woodcutter, Farmer and Scholar. Ten years later, he was promoted to the second place, and his martial arts at this time were far superior to those of his three senior brothers.

Master Yideng treated his four disciples equally and taught them all his martial arts. However, in the end, Zhu Ziliu understood the most, especially the One Yang Finger, which he mastered to perfection.

At this time, his martial arts skills were still inferior to those of Guo Jing, Ma Yu, and Qiu Chuji, but he was better than Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong and others, and he was a perfect opponent of Li Mochou.

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Zhu Ziliu bowed deeply, took out a pen from his sleeve, drew a few circles in the air, and said to Li Mochou coldly: "Although I am not here to compete for fame, please forgive me for being presumptuous. Based on what you, Li Mochou, have done, I wish to kill you."

Li Mochou's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he said in a low voice: "Mr. Zhu, I have always found the Duan clan of Dali annoying. Let's see who will kill whom!"

She said this, but she knew that Zhu Ziliu must not be taken lightly. She looked at his pen carefully, and saw that it was made of bamboo and sheep hair, with half an inch of ink on the tip. It was exactly the same as the pure steel pen used for acupuncture in the martial arts world.

The steward of Lujia Manor ordered the servants to move the banquet away, leaving space for seven or eight tables in the hall, and added more red candles, illuminating the center of the hall like daylight.

Then Zhu Ziliu laughed and said, "Li Mochou, you have already lost in love. If you lose in martial arts, wouldn't it be pitiful? I don't like to beat a fallen dog. Now, come on!"

Feng Yi took a quick look and saw that Li Mochou's face was covered with frost, but her eyes were gleaming with brilliance. When the heroes made eye contact with her, they felt their hearts tremble with fear.

But Li Mochou said slowly: "Zhu Ziliu, I have hated your Dali Duan family since 20 years ago. Whether it is your words or your martial arts, you are all extremely hypocritical and annoying."

"Same here." Zhu Ziliu smiled gently, his eyes leisurely: "No matter how hypocritical the Dali Duan family is, it is not as cruel and ruthless as you, a crazy woman. Not only does it bring shame to the ancient tomb family, but even the heroes of my martial arts world are ashamed!"

"How shameless you are!" Li Mochou waved her whisk and a streak of snow-white lightning, as agile as a dragon, shot out across the sky.

Zhu Ziliu shook his head and raised his palm to block. With a loud "chi" sound, he leaned sideways and said, "My pen has swept through thousands of troops, but today I am going to subdue demons and monsters. How wonderful!" As he spoke, the tip of the pen quickly moved forward.

With each word he uttered, the tip of the brush pointed at one of Li Mochou's major acupoints. The tip of the brush was like purple lightning, piercing through the clouds and splitting the water, and its power was unstoppable.

"What a big tone you have! Even Master Yideng couldn't conquer the devil in his heart and had to live in seclusion. How much power do you have?" Li Mochou smiled leisurely, and her whisk spread out, revealing a myriad of threads, like snow-white flying feathers. Although it had no edge or sharpness, no matter how sharp the opponent's brushwork was, it would lose all its edge when it came into contact with her.

The two men did not forget to bicker while fighting, but everyone knew that they were exposing each other's scars in order to disturb each other's mind.

When masters fight, if one of them has a disturbed mind and his internal energy is not flowing purely, he will lose.

"Fang Xuanling Monument." Li Mochou suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Zhu Ziliu, you are much better than your brother!"

"Thank you for the compliment!" Zhu Ziliu smiled faintly: "You are not completely ignorant!"

The Duan family of Dali was originally from Wuwei County of Liangzhou. They gained control of the country in Dali and proclaimed themselves emperors. Although their ancestors were from the Xianbei Tuoba clan, they had long intermarried with the Han people and were influenced by Chinese culture. They were no different from the Han people and had long considered themselves to be Han people. Chinese cultural relics spread to southern Xinjiang.

Zhu Ziliu had served as prime minister of the Dali Kingdom in his time. He was a well-educated man with extraordinary talents, and was the best calligrapher in southern Tiannan. Although he studied martial arts, he did not abandon literature. Later, he became more and more proficient in martial arts, and was able to apply what he had learned to other areas, and integrated the One Finger Zen and calligraphy into one.

This kind of Kung Fu was created by him. No matter how strong other people's Kung Fu is, if they don't have a foundation in literature, they can't resist his Kung Fu which combines both literature and martial arts, and reaches a high level of both literature and martial arts.

There are acupoints in calligraphy, and there is calligraphy in acupoints. It is truly as sharp as silver hooks and iron strokes, vigorous and sharp, and its grandeur contains an elegant scholarly air.

Although Li Mochou did not understand the profoundness of the One Finger, she had followed her master to learn literature and martial arts since she was young. Although she could not say that she was proficient in all poems and songs, she knew everything, so she naturally knew the "Fang Xuanling Stele". She expected that after he wrote that horizontal stroke, he would follow that vertical stroke.

The whisk in his hand moved left and right with the strokes of Zhu Ziliu's brush, and the silver threads fluttered like a god weaving brocade or a jade girl throwing a shuttle. It was as light as flowing smoke, lingering and ethereal, truly mysterious and extraordinary.

Her whisk skills were also derived from the Jade Maiden Sword Technique of the Ancient Tomb School.

Although everyone knew that the two men came from extraordinary schools and that none of them were weak, they were all secretly amazed when they saw such miraculous martial arts.

Guo Fu walked up to her mother and asked, "Mom, what is Fang Xuanling's stele?" Huang Rong looked at it with pleasure, but did not answer.

It turns out that the "Fang Xuanling Stele" was an inscription written by Chu Suiliang, a minister of the Tang Dynasty, and it is a masterpiece of regular script.

Previous generations commented that Chu's calligraphy is like "flowers scattered by a goddess", vigorous and graceful, full of life, and every stroke is in the air, showing the wonderful power of ups and downs. Zhu Ziliu's "Yi Yang Shu Zhi" uses a pen to represent his finger, and every move is rigorous, just like regular script. His heart was full of emotions, thinking: "No wonder Li Mochou is so powerful in the martial arts world, she is really extraordinary. It's ridiculous that I just said such arrogant words, and after fighting for dozens of moves, I couldn't beat her whisk!"

Li Mochou was also very impressed and thought: "No wonder the martial arts of the Dali Duan family are famous and admired by later generations. This man is so calm and powerful at this time. If he really fights with me, even if I don’t lose, I will be difficult to deal with. From this point of view, the title of Southern Emperor is indeed not a blessing!"

In a blink of an eye, the two men advanced and retreated, attacking and defending, and exchanged nearly a hundred moves. Everyone saw that the brush and the whisk were sometimes like two swords entangled, sometimes like a sharp spear breaking a shield, sometimes showing weakness, sometimes showing strength, and the changes were more strange than those of swords.

The wind generated by the weapons was so strong that it filled the hall that accommodated hundreds of people. Those with weaker martial arts skills could not even stand in the hall and retreated step by step into the patio.

Feng Yi was drinking the wine quickly, but the more he watched, the more shocked he became, because he found that Li Mochou's eyes were shining and her majesty was greatly reduced, while the chaos in Zhu Ziliu's eyes seemed to have substance, and it was obvious that his internal strength was even greater than Li Mochou's.

He immediately understood that Li Mochou's meridians were broken by his palm strike, and her power was greatly damaged. Although she practiced the Yijinduangu chapter of the Nine Yin Manual and her internal power was restored, it was still a short time after all, and her internal power was not as good as her in the original plot. He smiled and said, "You two are very capable. This round is just a draw."

"Draw?" Zhu Ziliu's eyes changed and he shouted, "It's still a long way to go!" He suddenly took off his hat and threw it to the ground. His long sleeves fluttered and he ran wildly. His body was like a gust of wind, circling around Li Mochou, and his moves were completely out of order.

But he seemed like a madman, drunk, or possessed by a demon, and his writing was full of energy and his fingers were moving like dragons and snakes.

Guo Fu asked with a surprised smile, "Mom, is he crazy?"

Huang Rong said, "Well, if you drink three more cups, your writing will be even better." She picked up the wine pot and poured three cups of wine, then called out, "Brother Zhu, let's drink three cups to liven up the atmosphere." She held the cup in her left hand and flicked the cup with her right middle finger, and the cup flew over steadily.

Zhu Ziliu raised his pen and pushed Li Mochou a step away, then picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. Huang Rong then drank the second and third cups.

Seeing that the two men were urging each other to drink in front of the battle and did not take her seriously, Li Mochou wanted to knock the wine glass down, but Huang Rong followed Zhu Ziliu's style and always took advantage of the opportunity to flick the wine glass away so that she could not hit it.

Li Mochou had fought hundreds of battles in his life, and knew that Zhu Ziliu's martial arts skills were no less than hers, especially his internal strength. However, if she insisted on drinking, she might give Zhu Ziliu an opportunity and be defeated by him. So she let him drink and thought about how to defeat the enemy.

Zhu Ziliu drank three cups in a row and shouted, "Thank you very much, what a great finger-snapping skill!"

Huang Rong laughed and said, "What a sharp 'self-talk'!"

Zhu Ziliu smiled and thought, "I have always been proud of my intelligence, but I am always inferior to this little girl. She saw through the unique skills that I have been studying for more than ten years at a glance."

It turns out that what he wrote at that time was the "Zi Yan Tie" by Zhang Xu of the Tang Dynasty. Zhang Xu is known as the "Cursive Saint", the saint of cursive script. Du Fu's poem "Eight Immortals Drinking Song" says: "Zhang Xu drank three cups of wine and passed on the Cursive Saint. He took off his hat and exposed his head in front of the king and nobles, and his brushstrokes fell on the paper like clouds and smoke."

Huang Rong persuaded Zhu Ziliu to drink three cups of wine. Firstly, it was in keeping with his status as a martial artist, secondly, it would make him more drunk and his brushwork more sharp, and thirdly, it would also dampen Li Mochou's spirit and repay her for what she had just forced her to do.

Women are not very narrow-minded, and Huang Rong and Li Mochou are the worst of the bunch.

Li Mochou watched Zhu Ziliu's brush moving like dragons and snakes, either accumulating strength to make a desperate move or making light strokes to take advantage of an opportunity. The cursive writing also caused the shadow of the brush to cover the sky and the sun, and she had no idea where the brush would land. After thinking for a moment, she shook her body and started to circle around on the field.

The ancient tomb's lightness skill is unparalleled in the world. Although Zhu Ziliu has profound skills and his lightness skill is not weak, he cannot catch up with Li Mochou. No matter how wonderful his finger brush technique is, its power is greatly reduced.

Zhu Ziliu saw this and couldn't help but yelled angrily, "Li Mochou, don't run if you have the guts."

Li Mochou sneered, "Why don't you catch up with me? Is your Qinggong not as good as mine?"

Zhu Ziliu let out a long whistle and flew several feet away. The brush in his hand moved as fast as a flying dragon and drew towards Li Mochou.

Li Mochou did not try to block it, but floated back with a graceful posture, dancing with the wind.

Suddenly, Zhu Ziliu shouted loudly and attacked with a palm.

Li Mochou's body was flying backwards, but suddenly her body sank and fell slowly to the ground.

This kind of peerless lightness skill stunned all the masters in the audience. After a long while, everyone started to cheer.

Li Mochou was seen circling east and west, as if walking without touching the ground. He would find opportunities to attack, but if his moves missed, he would just disappear without engaging in a fight.

Although Zhu Ziliu was very agile, he could not move around the hall as freely as she did, and could never catch up with her.

The onlookers were surprised to see the two of them circling several circles. They saw that Li Mochou's lightness skills were so strong that it was like flying on land. No matter how Zhu Ziliu attacked with his palm and pen, he couldn't even touch her body.

At this point, everyone had already seen that the two had their own strengths in martial arts, and neither could do anything to the other! Guo Jing whispered to Huang Rong, "Li Mochou has a vicious heart, but his martial arts are very powerful. If you fight him, what are your chances of winning?"

Huang Rong smiled and said, "It's not much, but it's better than nothing!"

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Guo Jing said: "Rong'er, if you meet her next time, avoid her if you can!"

Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him and said, "The older you get, the less courageous you become." She knew that her husband cared about her, but as the saying goes, caring can lead to confusion, and no one could make a fair evaluation.

Guo Jing smiled and scratched his head.

At this moment, Huang Rong let out a "huh" sound. Guo Jing turned his head and saw Li Mochou wrapping Zhu Ziliu's brush with her whisk and leading it to the side. Zhu Ziliu seemed to want to withdraw the brush to change his moves, but he couldn't, as Li Mochou's left palm had already pressed against his chest.

Zhu Ziliu failed to dissolve Li Mochou's sticky force, and praised her with a "good"; then he suddenly used his left hand to perform a "Yaksha exploring the sea" move, and pointed his finger at the "Qi Hai point" on Li Mochou's lower abdomen.

This move was a must-have for attacking the enemy, and it was also a move that would hurt both sides. Whether it was Li Mochou's Red Snake Palm hitting Zhu Ziliu's chest, or his finger poking Li Mochou, both of them would be seriously injured or even killed.

Feng Yi raised his eyebrows, without moving his feet or bending his knees, he moved like a ghost. He stretched out his arm, grabbed Li Mochou's shoulder and lifted her up.

Everyone was horrified to see that Li Mochou's magical powers were in vain and she was unable to dodge. Zhu Ziliu failed to retract his hand in time and poked Feng Yi's abdomen with his finger. He felt his finger get hot and jumped back three steps, secretly saying "shame".

His movements were extremely swift and agile, and others thought that he was being knocked away by Feng Yi's internal energy that was used to counterattack. However, they did not expect that he would float away on his own when he touched Feng Yi's body.

Zhu Ziliu used the One Yang Finger to poke Feng Yi's vital point in the abdomen, but he still felt the recoil force. However, his face remained normal, and he performed the unique skills he had practiced for decades, as if he was juggling. He cupped his hands and said, "You are a person of great status in the martial arts world. Don't you think it's beneath your status to suddenly attack without saying a word?"

Feng Yi smiled and said, "You two haven't won yet, so it's just the right time to stop. Do you really have to lose both of you?"

Most of the people present were veterans who had been in the martial arts world for a long time. They were all well-informed and had seen that Zhu Ziliu and Li Mochou were indeed evenly matched. It was impossible to say that Feng Yi favored either of them. Because he had taken Zhu Ziliu's finger with his own body, he had already given him enough face. After all, no one would believe that he could not dodge or block it.

Suddenly, Li Mochou said, "Zhu Ziliu, after I, Li Mochou, mastered the art, I have been active for half my life. Except for old masters like East Evil and West Poison, I have never lost a single move to an outsider.

You can fight me to a draw, you are worthy of being Master Yideng's disciple. I was in a hurry yesterday, and if my words were inappropriate and offended your master, I apologize for this."

Zhu Ziliu looked over and saw that Li Mochou looked at Feng Yi with a smile on her face. Her eyes were full of affection. It was obvious that she was apologizing because of Feng Yi! Before Zhu Ziliu could speak, the Wu brothers were furious. Wu Xiuwen sneered and said, "Li Mochou, even if you and Feng Yi are eloquent and talk nonsense, you are just making up stories. If you want my brother not to avenge your mother's murder, forget it!"

Feng Yi laughed loudly and said, "That's a good point. You finally see that she is making excuses, but what can you do to her? Your brother wants to take revenge, but can he get it by leaving your grandmaster and master?

Besides, making a specious argument is Madam Guo's magical skill. If she hadn't been ill, wouldn't she have let Mo Chou claim that she was defeated by her words? Today, I will teach you that making a specious argument is also a means of defeating the enemy?"

Huang Rong was right. If she wasn't afraid of forcing Li Mochou to get angry and fight with her, she would have met no match in the field of making a false argument. The Wu brothers showed grief and indignation. They also knew that their master's wife was a master of making a false argument.

Feng Yi suddenly shook his body, poured a bowl of wine on the table, and said with a smile: "I know you all think that Mo Chou was talking nonsense just now, and you are dissatisfied in your hearts. In fact, I also think that she is trying to change the concept."

Everyone was puzzled and stunned, but they heard Feng Yi say: "It is common sense that people in different positions have different views. Let's say we are gathering today to resist the Mongols because the Mongols invaded our territory, killed our people, and brutalized us. We are all passionate men and we are indignant, right?"

"good!"

"That's right!"

The heroes responded in the same way.

Feng Yi drank the wine in his hand and continued: "But you know what the Mongols said about invading Song?"

"What do you mean?"

Feng Yi said: "Kublai Khan told me that our Song Dynasty has a corrupt ruler and corrupt officials, and the people are living in dire straits. The Mongol Empire has a stable political system and harmonious people. They are attacking the Song Dynasty in accordance with the will of heaven and punishing the people! Tsk tsk, he said it as if he is the savior. Those of us who resist are damned people who are ignorant of the times and hinder the progress of history!"

"Fuck that stinky dog ​​fart!"

"Fuck you!"

Most of the heroes were vulgar people, and they cursed at each other so badly that some women blushed when they heard them.

Feng Yi put his hands together and said loudly: "We are all Han people, so we will definitely disagree with this statement, but what is the standard for verifying right and wrong?"

His inner strength was so strong that he suppressed all the noisy sounds.

"If the Mongols invaded the Song Dynasty and were defeated, we would say that the Mongols were brutal and unpopular, and we would be right.

But what if they destroyed the Song Dynasty? Then wouldn't their words be the will of heaven? The popular will? No matter how dissatisfied we are, we are just incompetent and furious! So it's not about words, but about facts!

Because everything in the world, the right to interpret ultimately belongs to the winner, this is not only the truth is only on the edge of the sword, but also the truth that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. "

Wu Dunru's face looked like a fried pig liver, and he said angrily: "From what you said, it seems that there is only power in the world, and no justice?"

Feng Yi said in a deep voice: “Justice will naturally come!

But this requires someone to ask for it!

Who will ask for it? How to ask for it? You want justice without power? You are probably overthinking it. "

Li Mochou interrupted, "When I killed Lu Liding and his wife in Lujiazhuang, Mr. Ke stepped forward, but his martial arts skills were not as good as mine. I killed people without hesitation, but he showed mercy and slapped him in the vitals without exerting any strength. Why? I'm not flattering him. It's not that I respect him for his chivalry, but I'm afraid that Guo and his wife are not easy to mess with. Otherwise, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan would have been removed long ago, and there would be no Ke today."

As soon as these words came out, Guo Jing's heart was horrified. He thought of the fact that his master had fought with Li Mochou and was indeed defeated. He thanked her for showing mercy, otherwise his master...

Feng Yi smiled slightly: "So, most people are unwilling to admit the fact that only power can protect people, but it exists!

Moreover, Mo Chou provoked Madam Guo just now, but you were helpless. Why? It's not that her martial arts are unmatched, but that you are so conservative in your hearts, always thinking about the reputation of the martial arts world and the rules of the rivers and lakes, that you are bound by your hands and feet! I believe that if a few Mongolian Tartars come to compete for the leader of the martial arts world, all the heroes will gather and let them come and go freely. And this is not because we are not as strong as others, but because we must be kind and righteous, and abide by the rules, and not be like barbarians and be ridiculed by others! "

Feng Yi let Li Mochou go just now because he wanted to see how these martial arts heroes would respond, but the result disappointed him greatly. The words that had been hidden in his heart for a long time came out naturally.

Everyone was ashamed when they heard this. Li Mochou was just making excuses here. No matter how strong her martial arts were, she could not stop everyone from joining forces. But they could do nothing but get angry.

But if he said he was afraid of Feng Yi, he would seem timid and cowardly. Why would a timid and cowardly person come to the Heroes Conference? "That's wrong." Zhu Ziliu said calmly, "If there really are Mongolians who dare to fight for the leader of the martial arts world, it would be like taking the head of a general in a million-strong army. It's very courageous.

In a hero conference, heroes come first. If we all rush forward, not only will it be a lack of grace, but it will also show that we are guilty. Before we even resist, we have already lost in our hearts!"

"absurd!"

As soon as Feng Yi said this, Zhu Ziliu's eyes sparkled. Feng Yi's eyes were as sharp as steel needles, piercing Zhu Ziliu's face. The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became cold. Guo Jing unconsciously felt a surge of energy throughout his body, fearing that Zhu Ziliu would fight with Feng Yi and be beaten to death by him! Then Feng Yi laughed and said, "Grace, guilty? Wake up, this is a fight between two tribes, a life-and-death struggle. The Mongols will do anything to win. What kind of bullshit grace are we talking about here? What can we use to fight them?"

Huang Rong frowned and said calmly, "Master Feng, you seem to be defending Li Mochou today, but in fact, you have other intentions than the bar?"

Feng Yi said, "I can't hide my thoughts from Madam Guo!" He let Li Mochou go partly as a prank and partly to tell the other heroes that your tricks wouldn't work, so that Guo Jing and Huang Rong would listen to his own opinions.

His face immediately darkened, and he raised his voice and said, "Yes, the grudges between Li Mochou and the martial arts heroes are not important to me, Feng Yi.

If I only want to protect her, I will simply say, if anyone seeks revenge, I, Feng Yi, will bear the responsibility alone, and who can do anything to me?"

"You are too arrogant!" Guo Fu said angrily, "You are so arrogant, aren't you afraid?"

"Maybe!" Feng Yi glanced at her, his expression normal: "In the past, Yang Kang was poisoned by Ouyang Feng's snake venom in the Iron Spear Temple in Jiaxing. Wanyan Honglie, the King of Zhao of the Jin Dynasty, failed to get an antidote, so he had to ask for a famous doctor to save him. But Ouyang Feng said, who can save me from the poison of this old poisoner, and who dares to save me?

Is he crazy?

Mrs. Guo, is that right?

Huang Rong nodded slightly.

Feng Yi looked at Guo Jing again: "In the past, when the great hero Guo led the army to the west, Ouyang Feng said, "Don't look at you holding the military order and leading the army, but I, Ouyang Feng, can come and go as I please. He treats thousands of troops as nothing. Isn't he arrogant?"

Guo Jing frowned slightly, but nodded.

Feng Yi was calm and spoke eloquently: "How can an old man like him be so arrogant? I am only 21 years old this year, so what's wrong with being a little arrogant? Those who can hurt Li Mochou are all top masters in the world. If she makes any mistake, even if I don't know who did it, I will settle the score with their relatives! Who dares to do something to her?

If you just want to protect her, do you need to go to such great lengths? I just want to let everyone know that once you stick to the rules and adhere to morality, even if you gather a group of heroes, you will have no chance of winning against little Li Mochou, let alone against Mongolia!

If this concept is not changed, I think the Heroes Conference will be the last joy for lonely ghosts!"

(End of this chapter)