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Chapter 92(1/2)

"You really don't need weapons?"

Li Pinggong held a sword in his hand and came closer.

Facing Wei Yan with bare hands, he felt humiliated.

Elders of the Li family watched.

The minister in the court looked at it.

His Majesty looked at it.

The eldest princess watched too!

Li Pinggong, who has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, faced this weak boy from the countryside, actually held a sword while the other party was bare-handed.

Only when the two stood together did he feel embarrassed.

But he would never give the other party a little chance for the sake of face.

Because of this game, he must win!

"arms?"

Facing his question, Wei Yan looked mysterious and said lightly: "What is a weapon? Sorry, I, Wei Yan, dominate the world and never rely on weapons. No matter what weapon you hold, I will destroy it with one move!"

Arrogant!

So arrogant!

As soon as these words were said, even Liu Che on the stage felt that this kid was so arrogant.

The eldest princess twitched, her eyes fixed on the figure.

Old Lady Li finally couldn't help but shout angrily: "Kong'er! Why are you still procrastinating? Kill this arrogant boy to death with a sword!"

It was not that Li Pinggong deliberately delayed, but that he felt that the boy in front of him was very abnormal.

Therefore, he was extremely cautious.

He must never capsize in this gutter again!

This is his only chance!

"Swish!"

He stabbed out with a sword, but did not lie to him, but first tried it a little.

Wei Yan immediately retreated the moment he raised the sword. At the same time, his wide sleeves waved forward and a handful of chili powder spilled out!

"Is this your trick to break it?"

Li Pinggong sneered, ready, immediately raised his wide sleeves and covered his face. At the same time, he held his breath, bypassed the flying hidden weapon, held the sword in his hand, and attacked from the side!

"Is this the boy's hidden weapon?"

Liu Che on the stage couldn't help laughing.

The Li family looked sarcastic.

The eldest princess's eyes showed suspicion and a little disappointed.

Wei Yan failed with one move and retreated again.

Li Pinggong was faster and immediately chased after him with his sword and shouted: "It depends on how many moves you have!"

"Swish!Swish!Swish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Yan threw it again, one move after another, and the moves were the same!

Just this trick!

Streams of powder rose with the wind and immediately floated everywhere, instantly blocking Li Pinggong's way forward.

Li Pinggong did not dare to move forward any more and immediately bypassed from the side.

Seeing this, the Li family was furious.

Old Mrs. Li stomped the crutches in her hand and scolded: "Despicable and shameless boy! Use some vulgar methods and have the ability to do it and fight with my family's kung er!"

"Swish!Swish!Swish!"

Wei Yan ran away while continuing to throw it away, endlessly.

As soon as the old lady Li finished scolding, she saw a gust of wind blowing and a stream of chili powder hit her face.

Old Lady Li was stunned for a moment, and immediately coughed "cough cough". She burst into tears in an instant, and her face was full of burning pain.

Everyone in the Li family was also affected, so they hurriedly helped her back and cursed.

Liu Che on the stage laughed out loud when he saw this funny scene.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Li Pinggong dared not hesitate. He immediately held his breath, closed his eyes, rushed directly towards the young man, ready to stab the other party with a sword!

His speed was very fast and his sword was very fast. He instantly passed through the powder and got closer.

His sword was ready to stab the young man, and he was immediately overjoyed.

However, the tip of the sword suddenly paused, as if it was stabbed on a hard stone, and could not move forward at all!

What's going on?

Li Pinggong was stunned and opened his eyes.

"laugh--"

At this moment, Wei Yan raised his sleeves and a scent of smoke suddenly ejected from it, hitting Li Pinggong's eyes.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Wei Yan immediately sprayed into his eyes and face.

At this time, the surroundings were covered by the pepper powder, pepper powder and other powder he deliberately threw, and he couldn't see his movements clearly outside.

But he didn't know what, but he actually wore a gas mask on his face.

So, he was not ruthless and continued to spray Li Pinggong quickly with anti-wolf spray in one hand, and continued to sprinkle powder everywhere with the other hand.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

Li Pinggong's eyes were suddenly blinded by spicy eyes, and a large amount of spicy powder suddenly sucked in his nose and mouth.

He was bleeding and his tears and his nose kept coughing.

Although he tried his best to hold the sword in his hand, he couldn't help trembling and coughed so much that he couldn't straighten his waist.

Wei Yan walked around behind him and kicked him in the butt.

"Bang!"

Li Pinggong was kicked to the ground all of a sudden.

He was shocked and angry, and was furious. The sword in his hand suddenly stabbed backwards, but it stabbed him in the air.

Wei Yan had already dodged and almost sprayed spray at him.

Li Pinggong could no longer open his eyes, so he hurriedly got up, yelled in his mouth, and stabbed the sword in his hand wildly.

Wei Yan immediately retreated to a place that was not contaminated by powder in the distance. The gas mask on his face had long disappeared, and there was nothing in his hand.

He stood there with his hands on his back.

At this time, Li Pinggong seemed to be crazy. While coughing violently, his face was full of tears, he waved the sword in his hand and stabbed everywhere.

Several ministers and royal children sitting in the audience were all frightened and stood up and retreated, hiding from afar.

Seeing this, everyone in the Li family was both angry and desperate.

Old Mrs. Li wanted to curse, but she still shed tears and snot. She coughed and couldn't curse a word.

Liu Che could no longer laugh on the stage. Seeing General Li in such a embarrassing manner, the corners of his mouth twitched continuously.

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough!"

Li Pinggong coughed continuously, suddenly tripped on the ground by a chair, and the sword in his hand fell out.

Wei Yan then went up, picked up a chair, and smashed it onto his head.

"Bang!"

The chair was broken, and Li Pinggong was immediately covered in blood.

"Do you admit defeat?"

Wei Yan asked.

Your Majesty once said that only by falling to the ground and not being able to afford to lose or admit defeat can one lose.

Although this guy looks pitiful, Wei Yan will never show mercy for the sake of that ten thousand taels of silver.

Li Pinggong grabbed both hands, coughing while roaring hoarsely: "I don't admit defeat! I don't admit defeat! The eldest princess is mine!"

He had completely collapsed and was crazy, otherwise he would not have said such words in front of His Majesty and the eldest princess.

Wei Yan had no choice but to raise the second chair.
To be continued...
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