Sun Jian is seven feet and nine inches tall, wearing a copper tendon, iron bone, iron cloth shirt, golden bell cover, Thirteen Taibao practices horizontally, and his external skills are so powerful that no one in the world can match.

Because of this, he never uses weapons, because every part of his body is the most terrifying weapon.

Sun Jian is tall and burly, and he has a kind of imposing momentum in every move. No matter where he appears, he is always a prominent place. Even if he does not move or stand, no one dares to provoke him. Anyone can see his strength, and few people are not afraid of his momentum.

Even if some people can compete with him, they lose their courage when they think of his father Sun Yubo.

Therefore, he has always been causing trouble for others, and no one dares to cause trouble for him.

Fortunately, Sun Jian is not the kind of person who makes trouble for people anytime and anywhere. He is not only heroic, but also quite chivalrous, so the Sun Mansion has the most supporters. Every time he appears, there are a group of people around him. So others can't help but not pay attention to him.

Now he appeared again, appeared in front of Feng Wuhen, blocking Feng Wuhen's path.

Feng Wuhen met Sun Jian in the corridor.

There were nine people in total. In addition to Sun Jian, there were eight men in black dressed and strong suits. Nine people lined up in a line, blocking Feng Wuhen's road like a wall. So Feng Wuhen couldn't stop.

Feng Wuhen stopped, looked at Sun Jian in the lead, with a calm expression and said, "Borrow the way."

Feng Wuhen's tone was very calm and cold. Sun Jian was originally trying to make trouble on purpose. When he heard Feng Wuhen's tone speak, he was even more furious, and his eyes were filled with astonishing hostility.

The subordinates seemed to be more angry than Sun Jian. These people not only exuded an astonishing murderous aura, but two of them even held the hilt of the knife and the hilt of the sword. It seemed that they would cut off Feng Wuhen's stinky head in the next second.

The sword was tense and seemed to be about to break out.

Feng Wuhen suddenly laughed, laughing happily and entertainingly.

The nervous confrontation disappeared with the laughter.

Sun Jian's voice was like a thunder, and he said in a deep voice: "Why are you laughing at?"

Feng Wuhen said: "I naturally laugh at you for being patient, and I have only come to cause trouble for me now."

Sun Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, I'm just here to cause trouble." There are many people who are not as good as Sun Jian, and he has always dared to act.

After a brief pause, he continued, "I heard that in the past three months you have come to the mansion, not only have you served you like a master, but you have not asked you to do anything, but also gave you tens of thousands of taels of silver. How can you get such treatment?"

As Feng Wuhen said, Sun Jian was very angry with Feng Wuhen and always wanted to find trouble for Feng Wuhen.

In fact, it is not just Sun Jian, but many people in the Sun Mansion also want to find trouble with Sun Mansion. They are not asking for trouble with Feng Wuhen, but because they are jealous of Feng Wuhen, but because they think that Feng Wuhen is a coward who is not worthy of the old man's attention.

There are many people who want to find trouble for Feng Wuhen, but because of the old man, no one dares to cause trouble. They can only keep their dissatisfaction in their hearts, but Sun Jian is different.

Sun Jian is not only a capable general of the old man, but also Sun Yubo's son, but also the future helmsman of the Sun Mansion. Of course, he dares to make trouble for Feng Wuhen.

A long time ago, Sun Jian was a little dissatisfied with Feng Wuhen, but he never had trouble with Feng Wuhen.

The reason was not because he dared not, but because he thought that Feng Wuhen would have great use to the old man. One month or two months passed, but he could still hold it back. Three months passed, and Feng Wuhen still did nothing, and he couldn't help it. In addition, Feng Wuhen carried the coffin to the door, which attracted many people to laugh at the old accounts of the Sun Mansion. Sun Jian and his subordinates came to find Feng Wuhen's trouble.

Sun Jian’s idea is very simple: Feng Wuhen must come up with the ability to prove that he is qualified to be treated like this by the old man, otherwise he will be covered and get out of bed.

Feng Wuhen doesn't care about anything, but he doesn't know nothing. On the contrary, he knows much more things than most people in the world, but he just doesn't want to pay attention to it.

Feng Wuhen was not surprised at all about Sun Jian coming to the door. He knew that many people in the Sun Mansion wanted to cause trouble for him like Sun Jian, but the only one who had the courage and dared to do such things was Sun Jian.

Although Sun Jian was in a hurry to make trouble, Feng Wuhen did not feel any disgusting towards Sun Jian. He could not even expect Sun Jian to be able to hold it in for so long, so he still looked at Sun Jian with some admiration.

Facing the fierce and murderous Sun Jian and his men, Feng Wuhen smiled faintly and said, "What do you want? Let me spit out the ten thousand taels of silver and roll the bed and leave?"

Sun Jian's anger was suddenly stunned, and the others were as if they were strangled to their throats. For a moment, they couldn't speak.

None of them expected Feng Wuhen to say this. However, Sun Jian quickly recovered and he said coldly: "That's not, you only need to do one thing."

"What's up?"

Sun Jian said: "You only need to show your skills and prove that you have the ability to get ten thousand taels of silver."

A smile appeared at the corner of Feng Wuhen's mouth and said, "That's all?"

Sun Jian said: "My request is not too much. If you really prove that you have the ability, I can give an explanation to the brothers in the Sun family."

"It makes sense." Feng Wuhen asked with a smile: "What are the abilities of these eight subordinates?"

Sun Jian immediately understood Feng Wuhen’s meaning and said, “They were originally elites of the Sun family, and after my personal training, they were good at one or twenty.”

Feng Wuhen said lightly: "If they are good players, only I can know if they are good at using my sword."

"What does it mean?" Sun Jian raised his eyebrows and smelled something was wrong.

Feng Wuhen said lightly: "If you can't even block a sword, how can you be called a good player?"

Everyone was furious, and eight pairs of eyes were suddenly covered with blood, emitting an astonishing murderous aura.

"Brush" "Brush"

The two of them drew out their swords and said angrily: "I'll try your best."

The words fell.

The sword light suddenly rose, and the two of them rushed towards Feng Wuhen.

The battle happened very suddenly, but it was not beyond Sun Jian's expectations.

This group of subordinates was trained by him, so he certainly knew their temperament. It is absolutely true that he used the four words "like a fire" to describe them.

Feng Wuhen's words were simply ignoring them. How could they bear this kind of anger? It was strange that they would not cause trouble for Feng Wuhen.

Sun Jian did not take action. The moment his subordinate took action, he stepped back, intending to see if Feng Wuhen had real skills.

But there is no need at all.

Sun Jian had just stopped by the corridor. Before he could have time to watch it, the battle stopped.

The sound of tinging in my ears sounded.

Only a shadow flashed like a meteor in front of me, flashing in one flash, and eight weapons were added to the ground.

Feng Wuhen stood there, his sword was still in the sheath, and he seemed to have not moved, and he seemed to have never taken action. However, the weapons on the ground, the people who fell on the ground were undoubtedly proved that Feng Wuhen knocked everyone down to the ground in a flash.

Sun Jian was stunned. Although he was proud of his own skills, he thought he could not do Feng Wuhen's ability. Feng Wuhen really had some ability.

Feng Wuhen looked at Sun Jian who was a little dull and said, "How is my skill? Is it worth ten thousand taels?"

Sun Jian stroked his palm and said, "It's worth not only worth ten thousand taels, but even if the old man gives you 100,000 taels, I won't say anything."

Feng Wuhen smiled and said, "Can I leave now?"

Sun Jian smiled and said, "You have such ability, you can go anywhere, but I have a request." Sun Jian's eyes glowed and his expression was excited.

Feng Wuhen said: "Do you want to fight me?"

Sun Jian nodded: "How do you know?"

Feng Wuhen said: "Can anyone feel the fighting spirit on you?"

Sun Jian laughed and immediately explained: "I'm not trying to fight you to cause trouble for you, but I haven't encountered an opponent worth fighting for a long time. I'm happy to see the hunt, and I hope Mr. Feng will be successful."

Sun Jian's attitude towards Feng Wuhen has indeed changed drastically, and it can be seen from his tone and title.

Feng Wuhen is not the kind of petty person, and he is not disgusted with a person like Sun Jian. He is born premature. When Han Tang picked him up in the past, although he had no past memories, his thinking was almost like an adult. Over the years, he has seen too many ugly faces in the world. A person like Sun Jian can almost be regarded as the kind that can win his favor the most.

Feng Wuhen did not refuse Sun Jian's request.
Chapter completed!