"Two moments!" The old man chopping firewood muttered to himself after knocking the big smoking pot twice on the sole of his straw shoe, "Warrior, King Kong, Wu Xuan, Tongyou, celestial phenomena, the realm of innateness and the realm of acquired nature. It seems that

He has reached the peak of the third-grade Wuxuan. He can reach such a level at this age. This kid has a bright future. When Liu Wushang of the Liu family first entered the world, he seemed to be at the level of the ninth-grade Vajra. This kid is actually stronger than Liu Wushang. If

If he really came from the Liu Family Sword Lake, then the Liu Family will be the leader in this generation of world!"

Liu Wushang, the sword master of the Liu family of the previous generation. He was rated as one of the most terrifying people in the world of the previous generation. He was a leader in the world. When he first entered the world, he was in the realm of the ninth-grade Vajra. With a sword that did not hurt, he was scared to death in the world.

In the Huashan Fengyun Meeting, the battle between dragons and tigers between the north and the south, and the Battle of Tianmen, which were the most talked-about events in the previous generation, he gained a great reputation and established an unshakable position from then on.

The man in Tsing Yi today is several levels higher than Liu Wushang when he first entered the world. Can the old man not be shocked?

"He, he, actually stayed in mid-air for two moments!"

Ming Lao looked at the man in Tsing Yi who fell from the air with complicated eyes. He has lived for most of his life and has never heard of a young man who can do this! Is it because he is ignorant or is this world no longer the place?

The old world?

Today, it was an eye-opener.

Jun Molian had never seen such a scene before. For a moment, he stayed where he was. In his eyes, there was only admiration for the man in Tsing Yi. No matter how precocious he was, in the final analysis, he was just a twelve-year-old boy.

Who didn’t dream of being a hero when they were young?

"Mo Lian, in the future, you will be stronger than him!" Li Huilan said softly. There was a hint of irresistible magic in her gentle voice.

Jun Mo Lian turned his head, looked at Li Huilan, and said firmly: "Sister, I will do it!"

"Autumn!"

King Liang clamped the horse's belly and drank softly. An armored man next to him handed over the iron spear in a tacit understanding!

The war horse first trotted and then galloped!

King Liang lowered his body and Tie Qiang held on tightly.

Only then did Ming Lao react from the shock and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Prince Liang?"

The King of Liang seemed to have become one with his war horse, turning into a sharp arrow that came off the string, as if a chariot was crushing him!

"Prince Liang, no!"

Ming Lao shouted, stamped his feet and ran, trying to stop King Liang before he took action. As we all know, King Liang was a militant. But no matter how brave King Liang was on the battlefield, without the backing of a large army,

, there is no way he can be the opponent of the people in Tsing Yi! Similarly, no matter how unpredictable the people in Tsing Yi are, it is impossible for them to fight against the thousands of troops under King Liang!

A person's power is limited after all!

If the man in Tsing Yi takes action, even if Prince Liang survives, he will still be seriously injured! When the time comes, Prince Liang's faction will definitely put all the blame on the Jun family.

"How could Prince Liang know our whereabouts?" This thought flashed through his mind, and Ming Lao ignored the detailed analysis and hurriedly stood between the two of them.

The man in green is standing with a sword in his hand, his eyes indifferent.

The thin horse snorted and drooped his head lazily, like a drunkard addicted to alcohol, his eyes blurred.

Although Ming Lao was blocking the front, Liang Wang's war horse named "Qinglu" had no intention of stopping at all!

"Ming Lao, be careful!" Jun Mo Lian yelled, sweating for Ming Lao.

But he saw Qing Lu jump up and easily jump over Old Ming's head. In an instant, he was in front of the man in Qing Yi.

The Iron Robber is like a dragon, with the huge power of King Liang and the huge impact of Qinglu, it thrust out violently! Even a big mountain can stab him to the core!

Jun Mo Lian was so frightened that he closed his eyes, as if he had seen the tragedy of the man in Tsing Yi being picked on the iron spear!

"Click."

A crisp sound!

Ming Lao turned around and looked.

The man in Tsing Yi stood where he was.

The iron in King Liang's hand was cut into two pieces, and the Qinglu people stood up, motionless!

"Such a strong sword power, even this fierce horse was restrained! He really has the potential to become the first person of this generation!" On the big stone, the old man puffed out the thick smoke again, and his turbid eyes changed.

Unfathomable.

Jun Molian opened his eyes and was shocked by the scene in front of him. The weirdo is so powerful!

Li Huilan was thoughtful and thought secretly: "No one should know that Ming Lao changed his original schedule. How could the King of Liang have such leisure time when he is stationed in the important place of Youzhou? It doesn't seem like he met by chance."

"Pfft-pfft."

Qinglu snorted and landed on his front feet. The horse's head was less than three feet away from the man in Qingyi!

"Your skills are good, but how many pieces of armor can you block me from?"

King Liang laughed.

The man in Tsing Yi's face was expressionless and calm.

The skinny horse dug its front hooves into the ground out of boredom.

"Ming Lao, you didn't even say a word to your brothers when you came to Qingzhou, do you think you're looking down on me? I still have fresh memories of fighting the enemy side by side!" King Liang turned his horse's head, but did not dismount.

Ming Lao cupped his hands and said: "The King of Liang is guarding the important place of Youzhou and is busy with military affairs. How dare he disturb you? I am just taking the young master home. There is no need to disturb you, a busy man."

Prince Liang dismounted, patted Mr. Ming's shoulder familiarly, and said with a smile: "Don't mind what happened just now. I was eager to fight for a while, but I was just joking with the young people."

Ming Lao also laughed and said: "One of Prince Liang's jokes scared me half to death."

King Liang raised his thick eyebrows, with a smile on his serious face.

"Hahahaha, I believe what others say, but I don't believe what you say! Now that I've arrived in Qingzhou, brother, if I don't fulfill my duty as a landlord, I'm afraid I will look down on my old brothers. Anyway, you have nothing important to do right now.

Come on, go to my shabby place, have a few drinks, stay for two or three days, and then leave."

Ming Lao secretly thought that was bad, but said calmly on his face: "I originally planned not to disturb Prince Liang, but it seems that I have to do so now."

Prince Liang waved his hand roughly and said: "Hey, there is so much nonsense between brothers. They are like women, mother-in-law and mother-in-law."

Ming Lao shook his head helplessly, then turned to Jun Mo Lian and said: "Master, this is the Liang Prince I mentioned to you. I'm afraid we will be delayed for a few days."

Jun Mo Lian trotted up to Prince Liang, bowed and said, "Jun Mo Lian, pay your respects to Prince Liang."

"Ha, he is worthy of being the son of Marquis Wu, and his temperament is indeed extraordinary. Normally, a child as old as you would not dare to say anything when he sees me. I am one year older than your father, so you call me uncle, and it seems strange to call me King Liang. Listen.

It's awkward to wear it. When you come to my place, you're home, you don't have to be restrained." Prince Liang looked kind and like an elder, and touched Jun Mo Lian's head and said.

"Thank you very much, uncle. My uncle is brave and unparalleled, and Mo Lian admires him very much. It is said that my uncle is so majestic that ghosts and gods dare not approach him. When I met him today, I found that he was very approachable, and I realized that the rumors were unreliable."

Jun Mo pity this ghost spirit, Snake followed the stick, and took the opportunity to flatter him, but his tone was neither condescending nor arrogant. Now that we are in Qingzhou, as long as we have a good relationship with Prince Liang, there will be no problem with our personal safety.

"Okay, good nephew! Hahahaha." Prince Liang laughed so loudly that Jun Mo Lian's ears buzzed.

Jun Mo Lian called him an uncle, and the name Liang Wang was so happy. As the boss of Liangzhou, Qingzhou, and Youzhou, even if he took the initiative to get close to others, others would not be as unscrupulous as Jun Mo Lian. Even as an old brother for many years

Ming elders all called him Liang Wang, let alone others.

It is not unreasonable for kings to call themselves "lonely and widowed people". After being in a high position for a long time, it is inevitable to feel lonely. Therefore, King Liang was really happy to hear these uncle calls.

"Uncle is a soldier. The most precious things are the two horses Qinglu and Baige. Qinglu has a fierce temperament and is not suitable for you. Baige is less than five years old and has a gentle temperament, which is more similar to your temperament, so I gave it to you.

It's your turn." Prince Liang waved his hand and gave the white pigeon, one of the two horses sitting on the horse, to Jun Mo Lian.

Qinglu is a BMW, and it is said that BMW is psychic. I don’t know if it understood its owner’s words, and it neighed in protest. It flicked its tail and glanced at Jun Mo Lian, showing its displeasure.

What? The white pigeon is the only companion that I recognize. Master, why did you give it to this brat with just a wave of your hand? Brat, there is no way to snatch my white pigeon away. How dare you take it away?

Come on, I will slap you to death with my horse's tail! Huh, don't you know that I am the famous Qinglu? Grandpa Ma is famous for his explosive temper!

"Qinglu, don't be so petty, I'll find you a partner." King Liang touched Qinglu's head and said to Qinglu like an old friend.

Ming Lao looked at King Liang in surprise. Who didn't know that King Liang didn't love beauties and loved BMWs, and valued BMWs more than his own life. Sitting down on Qinglu, he was even more like a divine horse. Four.

Years ago, King Liang led 300 Qingzhou Iron Armors and suddenly broke into the border of Beiliang, almost causing a war between the two countries. It was only later found out that King Liang was after a little white colt. This shows how much King Liang loves horses.

Two years ago, King Liang came to the capital to report on his duties. The emperor personally asked for the white dove, but King Liang did not relent, but now he gave it to Jun Mo Lian, whom he met for the first time. It is really incredible.

But no matter what, the fact that his son was so highly regarded by King Liang gave Mr. Ming some face.

"Sir, thank you quickly, Prince Liang." Ming Lao said happily.

Jun Molian knelt down solemnly, kowtowed, and said obediently: "Thank you, Uncle Liang."

"My eldest nephew, come here, let me teach you how to ride a horse. As a man, if you don't know how to ride a horse, it's not enough."

Prince Liang accepted Jun Mo Lian's bow with peace of mind and carried Jun Mo Lian onto Qinglu. He also stepped on it and said to Ming Lao, "Ming Lao, let's go and have a drink!"

Without waiting for Mr. Ming to respond, King Liang took Jun Mo Lian and galloped away on horseback.

Ming Lao turned around and cupped his fists at the man in Tsing Yi: "Young hero, please forgive me just now."

The man in green had no expression on his face, mounted the thin horse with a drooping head, and walked away leisurely.

Mr. Ming was helpless, but not angry. People with great abilities have a bit of a weird temper. He then said to Li Huilan: "Miss Li, let's go too, we'll be delayed for a day or two."

Li Huilan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, Mo Lian also needs some experience. It's also an opportunity for him."

In the distance, a man crouching in the grass whispered: "Send a letter to the young master and the matter is settled."

The old man who cut firewood stood up and put the three-foot-long cooked copper smoking pole around his waist.
To be continued...