Contempt, ** naked contempt! Nan Tang at least sent a third-rank official to visit. You sent someone who could almost be said to be of no character to receive. Such specifications definitely do not conform to the equivalence of foreign affairs practices! Lin Feng did not take it to heart and observed these two fun people with a smile.

"Well, the Southern Barbarians, get off the ship quickly and saw the rituals of the Great Liao enemy, Liema Du, Lord Xiaodu!" The middle-aged man in front of him walked to the ship and shouted loudly.

The Liemadu Department was under the jurisdiction of the Telimadu. It was the chief official of the court etiquette, general etiquette and other officials, and was in charge of the rituals of the Liao Kingdom. The Yishi Yi tribe and the Yaonian clan, the three fathers of the horizontal tent, and the Bali tribe of the State of the State. The four divisions of the 20 divisions of the Khitan, and the status was very noble.

Lin Feng almost laughed out loud when he heard this Han Chinese official language with a straightforward word. This is a Japanese translator from later generations!

Lin Feng slowly dusted off the snow on his head, tidied up his clothes, waved his hand, and took the lead in picking up his steps.

One hundred and four special forces soldiers were fully armed with cold faces, and lined up in several neatly lined up behind Lin Feng.

The middle-aged man was startled and glanced at Lord Xiao behind him and immediately became proud again. After the special forces soldier got off, the middle-aged man stretched his neck and looked at the boat. He did not see the familiar scene of a large number of handymen carrying gifts in the past. Even the boat began to turn around and set off. He immediately turned cold and turned around to ask Lin Feng: "Aren't you going to offer gifts to my Great Liao Holy Emperor? Why can't you see it?"

Lin Feng pointed to the bulging shoulders of several special forces soldiers and chuckled softly: "The items given by my Emperor of Tang Dynasty are very precious. We carry them with us and dare not leave us for a moment!"

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Feng with a strange expression. He couldn't see him expressing anything to him. He immediately lowered his face and said coldly: "Let's go, follow Lord Xiao back to the city!"

Lin Feng ignored him at all, took a step forward, stood directly in front of Xiao Du, staring at him with expressionless eyes.

Xiao Du's expression gradually became solemn. He suddenly roared and went further. He drew his sword with his right hand and slashed at Lin Feng's squad.

Lin Feng, who was already mentally prepared, shouted: "It's good to come." The steel knife he pulled out met Xiao Du's steel knife in the same posture.

Xiao Du kept shouting and attacking one after another, one slashing like a knife. In addition to the feeling of feeling uncomfortable when Lin Feng first took the two slashes, he became more and more accomplicated when he got back, and he also made a louder sound in his mouth.

Two balls of sword lights danced among the snowflakes, stirring a large area into a chaotic white mist.

After fighting for thirty swords, Xiao Du suddenly took a step back, screamed strangely, and rushed towards Lin Renzhao behind Lin Feng.

Lin Renzhao smiled contemptuously, moved half a step to the left, and the knife handle was silently cut from the underside of the ribs. The sword force was gently touched by the old Xiao Du's ribs by Lin Renzhao's knife handle. I immediately knew that it was no match at all, so I turned and rushed towards Chen Desheng in the back row.

Chen Desheng would not be as polite as Lin Renzhao. He suddenly swayed backwards, then rushed forward, and used his shoulders to knock Xiao Du away.

"You are so bold! You dare to beat Lord Xiao!" The middle-aged man shouted, and ran to Xiao Du on the snow, saying something urgently in Khitan.

Xiao Du, who had already gotten up easily, slapped in the face and stood there as the middle-aged man stood there.

Xiao Du walked over with a grin, and three Chinese characters popped up with difficulty: "Good Kung Fu!" Then he gave Lin Feng a thumbs up, and then said a few urgent words to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man walked over in disappointment and said without any worries: "Mr. Xiao said, your kung fu is pretty good! I would like to ask you, should you set out to meet the saint in Nanjing now, or take a rest and leave?"

The Nanjing that the man mentioned refers to Nanjing Xijin Prefecture, among the five capitals of the Liao Kingdom, which was the Youzhou at that time and the Beijing in later generations. Now, because last winter began to use troops to the Han Kingdom in the south, Emperor Shizong of Liao Yelu Ruan Zheng led his personal guard tent to enter Nanjing City from the land of Dongnabo.

"Let's go now!" Lin Feng replied calmly.

Xiao Du came over, looked at the special forces soldiers one by one, sighed, turned around and bowed to Lin Feng, ordered the middle-aged man to ask for a few words, and then took the initiative to walk west along the straight road under the snow.

Not long after, a middle-aged man named ** drove over a hundred tall Khitan horses with dozens of horsemen.

Xiao Du flew over the big dark horse in the row very quickly, and then looked at Lin Feng provocatively.

Lin Feng looked at the tall, fat and smooth horse, and really liked it in his heart. He let out a long roar and flew on the horse first.

The special warrior immediately flew onto a horse. Several high-rider riding skills flipped a somersault in the air, and then improvised to play the game of hiding in the pedal. Xiao Du saw this scene, his eyes rolled up, and he made several immediate moves in a very relaxed manner.

Lin Feng couldn't help but applaud. After all, he was the ancestor of the horse. Those actions were not stagnant and were done in one go. His subordinates were still far behind others.

After Xiao Du finished his movements, he nodded to Lin Feng and ran forward. Lin Feng let out a smooth roar and followed him.

More than a hundred tall horses had their horses flying, the snow mud was rumbling, the sound rolled into thunder, and the trail condensed into fog, which was spectacular.

Lin Feng, who rushed to the front, kept hitting the cold wind and snowflakes that were rushing towards him. A coolness soared into his heart and heart. He felt a sudden passion in his heart. His face turned slightly and he shouted:

"The cold wind is drifting, the snow is falling; the long road is long, walking on singing. Looking back at the stars, the past is like smoke and clouds, I still remember the separation, leaving only the love in the snow. Love in the snow, love in the snow, dreams in the snow have not woken up, infatuation has been exchanged for a lifetime of tears. Walk in the snow, walking in the snow, I walk alone in the snow, and I wield so many heroic feelings. Only by walking with you and with you can you pursue your dreams..."

It was Lin Feng’s favorite theme song "Flying Fox in the Snow Mountain" in his previous life, and it was sung according to the situation at this moment, with a unique rough, heroic style and charm.

The special forces soldier who followed closely followed Lin Feng remembered all the simple lyrics when he sang the second time, and sang them in unison.

Xiao, who was rushing in front, couldn't help but turn his head to look at such a group of passionate men, roaring wildly without wanting to be outdone, and galloping desperately.
Chapter completed!