"Although I am among the three ministers, the most proud thing in my life is to have this son. I am naughty, tough, good at studying literature and martial arts, and can fulfill my filial piety. Although many people in the world have destroyed it, I praise this son only. Haha, if you have such a son, what else can you ask for? Everyone, drink this cup together!" Zhang Wengao was in the main position, raised the wine bottle and mat to signal.

During the meal, they were obviously the people who held the power in the court today, or the new nobles: Wang Yun, Ma Ridian, Lu Zhi, Huangfu Song, and the four members of the Yuan family, Yuan Feng, Yuan Huai, Yuan Shao, Yuan Shu, and Cao Cao, each of them held a bottle and drank it in one drink.

As the central figure, Zhang Feng can only be ranked last. He always looks at everyone as he is envious or jealous.

Apart from Zhang Wen, the most proud person was Huang Wan. He originally just hindered his face and promised the Zhang family's family. Unexpectedly, Zhang Feng's reputation was not much more than Gan Luo's twelve-year-old prime minister. Ying'er was bound to be a family member and the Zhang family, and he was worried that he would fall and hit the vendor selling oranges on the roadside.

Tell, does this person have a riding skill with me? Wang Yue thought happily.

What is noticeable is that the general followed behind Ding Yuan. Although he was dressed casually and did not wear a helmet, Zhang Feng, the weapon with a crescent blade that was fast growing to the ground, recognized it. Isn’t it Fang Tian Hua Ji? He is Lu Bu!

The two thick eyebrows, coupled with some sunken eye sockets, made this person look even more unique. I heard that he is a descendant of the Huns and Han people, with a clear curve of his face and a slightly curvy lips that seem to have a hint of unrestrained smile. His majestic body seems to be integrated with the horse under his seat, but his unintentional ups and downs are always in harmony. His long hair is tied together casually, and a simple bamboo crown makes the owner even more elegant.

Huang Zhong just glanced at Lu Bu's posture immediately and the weapons in his hand, and could immediately determine that this person was very powerful, even if he didn't know who the other party was. He whispered in Zhang Feng's ear: "Master!" Zhang Feng's head lightly.

Lu Bu seemed to have heard this sentence a few steps away, and glanced at Zhang Feng, first looking at the tall Huang Zhong, and immediately made a rough evaluation of the other party's martial arts. There was a hint of caution in his eyes, and then looked at Wang Yue. The expression on his face turned into confusion, because Wang Yue's appearance was not visible to ordinary people, as if they were a person who could not know the depth of martial arts at all, and seemed to be a master who could not reveal it. Zhang Feng almost suffered a great loss at the beginning.

When I finally looked at Zhang Feng, my caution and confusion were all replaced by a smile on my face, and it seemed that I said, "You can't do it."

Zhang Feng's eyes looked at Lu Bu, clear and clear, without a trace of provocation, nor was he angry at Lu Bu's judgment. It was just a simple appreciation, appreciating this first general who had mixed praises and criticisms in later generations.

Finally, seeing that there was a man who was half an opponent, Lu Bu thought to himself, and his face returned to his plain, arrogant smile.

In his proud heart, Huang Zhong was considered an opponent, and Wang Yue and Zhang Feng combined were considered half.

When he returned to the mansion, Zhang Feng ordered the buyer to be sent to the ready-made garments, and then put the jewelry together, and planned to ask Huang Ying'er to give it to her when he secretly came out. The current housekeeper of the Zhang Mansion came to invite him and said that a guest had arrived. The original housekeeper was Zhang An, who followed Zhang Feng to Puyang, so he proposed a loyal and reliable person from the servants, named Zhang Cai.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng's innocence arrogance came out like water, and he said in a deep voice: "Since that's the case, Feng no longer pretends to be the little daughter and is ugly."

Zhang Feng led Lu Bu to the north corner of the courtyard, where there were a square piece of open space, with some equipment that Zhang Feng usually used to practice. A weapon stand stood at the corner of the wall at the edge, with almost all swords, guns, swords and halberds.

Lu Bu was curious when he saw these strange things. There was an iron bar as thick as an arm between the two heavy trees, or two iron bars parallel to the air. As for the things he had seen, which were more common, such as stone locks, wooden stakes, etc.

"As I expected, Zhiji is also a martial arts practitioner!" Lu Bu laughed.

Zhang Feng pulled out a spear, carried it behind his back, and pointed at Lu Bu with one hand to signal.

Lu Bu smiled and pulled out an ordinary long halberd and said, "The weapon I used is Fang Tian Hua Ji, so I can't say that I have to use this instead. Please tell me the move." The slightly divided feet, and the casual posture made Zhang Feng feel the fighting spirit that came to his face. For Lu Bu, it was a good stimulant without side effects, but it was a very painful pressure on Zhang Feng. His legs were a little irritated, and he wanted to throw the gun to the ground and turn around and escape.

Lu Bu seemed to see Zhang Feng’s thoughts, and then showed a smiley expression and said, “It’s better to be timid before fighting. Is it better to be lying on the ground? Is Zhiji a real man?”

After hearing this, Zhang Feng felt a force rising from the bottom of his heart, running through his limbs and five internal organs. Wherever he passes, his blood is boiling, his pores are open, and he breathes excitedly with the fighting spirit surrounding him. The uneasiness, cowardice, and the negative emotions brought by Lu Bu's name actually ran away without a trace.

Lu Bu is just a person, a flesh-and-blood mortal. I, Zhang Feng, don’t even have the courage to fight with him, so why are you talking about defending the country and peace? Ying'er still respects me? Huan'er calls me a "good-looking brother", but she can only see it. I have lived for more than 30 years, but why is my courage getting smaller and smaller, but I am not as big as my testicles? It’s so fucking embarrassing!

Thinking of this, Zhang Feng's eyes closed, and when he opened them again, the divine light flashed slightly, lingering in his eyes like the mist of the fairyland. A murderous aura that was completely different from Lu Bu emerged out of thin air, intertwined with Lu Bu's fighting spirit, repelling each other. It was like a pair of enemies, and he was unwilling to accept it if he didn't completely extinguish the other party.

Lu Bu also felt Zhang Feng's changes, his eyes flashed with a flash of charm, and he sincerely praised: "Okay!"

Zhang Feng looked directly at Lu Bu, no longer afraid of this famous general in later generations, and said, "Feng's martial arts are a bit weird. Although he has achieved a little success, it is not enough to attack. Please give me the first brother to the first to give me a call!"

Ordinary tricks are like a classmate, which inevitably makes Lu Bu look down upon. It is better to use his own special skills to show his ability.

Lu Bu still chuckled and said, "Okay." He moved his feet and his hands also. His index finger, thumb and middle finger of his right hand gently pinched the ordinary halberd and stabbed Zhang Feng straight into Zhang Feng's chest. Although it was just a simple test, Lu Bu took action. Who knows what power it was?

The halberd blade did not open because Zhang Feng was practicing at home, so he was afraid of hurting people. However, in Lu Bu's hands, there was a faint squeaking sound of the air. Lu Bu was indeed well-deserved.

Even Wang and Huang, who came after hearing this, saw this seemingly simple move, and couldn't help but exclaim in unison: "Lord (Feng'er) be careful!"

Zhang Feng looked calm and suddenly moved his right hand, grabbed the tail of the gun, quickly turned around in the air, drew a circle, used the spear tip as the blade, and with a "double" sound, he hit one-third of the halberd's head against the spear tip. The halberd sank and was broken.

Lu Bu was surprised that Zhang Feng was not weak at such a young age. Although he used three-pointers to take action, it was not easy for ordinary people to take over, let alone Zhang Feng was obviously not weak in the year?

What's even more amazing is that Zhang Feng held the gun but did not use the gun moves, but smashed it down like a stick. Even though Lu Bu had experienced many battles, he had never seen such a fighting style, but the heroic spirit of the warrior made him shout: "Okay."

However, Zhang Feng's move was not over. The spear head hit the halberd, and it bounced back as if there was life. It drew a semicircle in the air again, and quickly scratched Lu Bu's right hand holding the halberd with three fingers.

Lu Bu was shocked, what strange trick was this? He actually used the elasticity of the gun and the countershock power of the opponent's weapons as an offensive move?

Without having time to savor it, Lu Bu relied on his rich experience and took a little step back with his right foot, and Zhang Feng and Lingli's gun returned in vain.

"Good gun!" Although Lu Bu avoided it, the three of them still spoke without hesitation and cheered loudly, especially Wang Yue, as if he had used this exquisite move by himself.

Zhang Feng withdrew his gun without attacking, and once again put the gun behind him, standing in the wind, his white Zen clothes whistled like a proud flag.

Lu Bu calmed down, roared, and then passed another move, swept from Zhang Feng to the left, using at least five points of force.

Zhang Feng was still with one hand and still drew a circle, but this time he was from bottom to top, and with a sound, he almost hit the same position of the halberd, and then a small semicircle, which still attacked Lu Bu's right hand.

This time, Lu Bu was prepared for the defense. Without waiting for the tip of the spear to approach, he slid to the left and slashed the long halberd towards Zhang Feng's waist.

But no matter what move Lu Bu uses, Zhang Feng always stood in a small circle, like a painter, easily using one big circle, a small circle, and a semicircle to dissolve Lu Bu's tricks one by one, and then handed out his own move accordingly.

However, Zhang Feng knew that this set of kung fu had one of the biggest shortcomings, which was... Since he only summarized it based on the principles of Tai Chi and was not proficient, he did not attack and was all defending moves! I believe that based on Lu Bu's attainments, he would definitely see it.

Sure enough, when Lu Bu used 60% of his hands, Zhang Feng could not resist the gun in his hands. With a sound of the spear, the murderous aura that could almost compete with Lu Bu's fighting spirit also disappeared.

Zhang Feng sat on the ground with his butt, supporting the ground with both hands, without any of the demeanors that a great aristocratic clan should have. He casually bowed and said, "Brother Feng Xian's magical skills, Feng felt ashamed of his own, and admired him." Huang and Wang were already praised as if they were thrilled.

There was no longer the smile of contempt on Lu Bu's face at first. Anyway, he said seriously: "Don't be humble when you know the intelligence. Lu Bu has experienced many battles, but has never encountered such a difficult opponent. If he had time to do so, his skills were more skilled and more skilled, he would probably be no one in the world to stop him!"

When Zhang Feng heard Lu Bu say so seriously, he was extremely happy from the bottom of his heart. He looked up at Lu Bu's tall figure and cage himself into his shadow: "Thank you, Brother Fengxian, for your misunderstanding!"

Zhang Feng was very moved by his sincere words. Somehow he said something that made him feel impulsive: "Brother Fengxian's magical skills, if you don't dislike us, how about we become brothers of different surnames?" He regretted it as soon as he said that how could a top general like Lu Bu become a sworn brother with him?

"It's just that Feng is naughty and unrestrained..."

Unexpectedly, Lu Bu was overjoyed and said, "I admire my magical skills from my heart. I really want to do this. I dare not ask for help. I am also a straightforward person. I hate that hypocritical behavior the most. My true nature is exactly what I like. Bah, I still feel sour and arrogant. I hate those scholars who always stay in their lives. I really suffocate me to death."

Zhang Feng jumped up from the ground with joy, and his body, which was already exhausted, became energetic again. He patted the mud behind his butt, hurriedly pulled Lu Bu and ran to his room, and turned around as he ran: "Hansheng, please ask his servants to prepare some candles and incense burners. I want to become sworn brother with my righteous brother."

Huang Zhong and Wang Yue looked at each other, a little surprised and helpless, so they hurriedly found someone.

Zhang Feng thought excitedly, Lu Bu, a great figure, he was going to worship me. His complacent feeling was beyond words. He accidentally stepped on the solid wooden pillar in the corner of the wall. The arm closest to the ground was tightly pulling Lu Bu's sleeve. With a bang, he fell to the ground in a mess and lay face down. A sour and sour feeling came from his high nose, and his eyes quickly became wet.

It's over, my nosebleeds, and Zhang Feng thought in anger.

Lu Bu was shocked and said, "Brother, is it okay?"

When Zhang Feng turned around, he had a face, half of his face was gray, and red blood flowed out of his nose, mixed with gray, and a happy smirk, dyed a very handsome face like a madman. How could he have the elegant and calm demeanor of a master when confronted Lu Bu just now?
Chapter completed!