Lotus Tower is the second best in the world

"Qiangqiang!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Fang Duo was so sick that he lost control of his arms and returned the long sword to its scabbard.

"You... Mmmmm."

Fang Duobing's eyes widened, but he didn't say the next words. Li Lianpeng used his internal strength to forcefully sew his mouth shut.

"call……"

Li Lianpeng breathed a long sigh of relief, with a spring-like smile on his face. He cupped his hands and said loudly:

"My foolish brother, I am too outspoken. I drew my sword in the street and disturbed everyone. I'm sorry."

After that, he stepped forward and hugged Fang Duoying's shoulders, who could not move, and whispered in his ear:

"Give me some face and I will make it up to you later."

The people who were watching nearby naturally took advantage of him, and as Li Lianpeng finished speaking, the crowd dispersed.

Many of them did not understand the move just now, but they also knew that the young master of Tianji Villa who suddenly jumped up was definitely not subdued.

It must be Li Lianpeng, the most mysterious young master in Yangzhou City, who used some extraordinary means.

The rumors were true. Some Jianghu people who were ready to make a move resisted the urge to challenge and hid in the crowd, looking for their opponents.

There are a lot of reckless people in the world, but most of them are somewhat discerning. Those who don't know how to advance or retreat are dead and will not have the opportunity to participate in this martial arts conference.

Su Xiaoyong stepped forward and patted Li Lianpeng on the shoulder with a half-smile.

"How does it feel, being in the spotlight?"

As he spoke, he raised his smooth jade chin and looked at the female heroes not far away who didn't want to disperse.

Li Lianpeng did not look at those bold heroines, but looked at Su Xiaoyong seriously.

"Xiao Yong, you have to believe me. If Fang Duobing hadn't shouted like that, no one would have noticed me."

"Ha ha."

Su Xiaoyong sneered, "Next time you go out, just like A Fei, wear a mask!"

Li Lianpeng nodded heavily, "I'll listen to you, Xiaoyong."

It is impossible to wear a face covering.

He has a handsome face, but he just wants to be seen by others.

What's the point of wearing a mask?

He, Li Lianpeng, acts magnanimously and has a clear conscience, so why is he so shameless?

Of course, you cannot say these words to your wife who is eating something.

As a girl, being more possessive proves that she likes you enough and can have fun secretly.

In addition, he also understood Su Xiaoyong's temperament, and it was just to give the young people who were controlled by him a step down.

She doesn't really care about the gazes of those Jianghu heroines, otherwise it wouldn't be what it is now.

Li Lianhua watched with interest. Seeing Li Lianpeng looking over, she quickly raised her sleeves and covered her lips.

Li Lianpeng suddenly felt quite unhappy.

No, he can't be the only one under control. He can't stand Li Lianhua being so carefree and carefree. He must also find a romantic partner for him and let him carefully taste the love between his children.

"Who is that, Lotus, stop having fun standing around and come and clear Young Master Fang's meridians. I will take them to the front to continue watching the game."

"Brother, don't worry and leave it to me." Li Lianhua stepped forward and signaled to Li Lianpeng and the others that they could leave.

Several people who were traveling with him looked at this scene with different expressions on their faces.

Chen Qingping bought a roast chicken from somewhere and was gnawing on the chicken legs.

Duan Luo held the long sword and looked at the motionless Fang Shaoxia with a smile.

As for the other women, except for a pair of senior sisters from Emei Mountain, including Zhu Er, Su Chan'er and Zhu Shuyao, all had teasing smiles on their faces.

During this period of time together, Li Lianpeng was the backbone, and everyone was used to it.

As the hostess of Li's house, Su Xiaoyong rarely took care of anything on weekdays. The housekeeper named Qingque was in charge.She only focused on summarizing and organizing news about the world. Occasionally she would take out a booklet and write and draw.

This is a charlatan's hobby, and it has not changed even after marrying Li Lianpeng.

Su Xiaoyong determined to be like his grandfather Su Wencai and get a thousand-person registration.

It would be a pity if there were so many capable people and young talents in the world of martial arts and they would pass by without leaving a trace and leave nothing behind in the future of the world.

She wants to add a little ink to the water of time to record the major and interesting events that happen in the world every year.

Compiled into a book and passed down.

Li Lianpeng naturally agreed with this. He even hired a few down-and-out scholars who were good at writing novels and stories at a high price to help Su Xiaoyong sort out the deeds of the knights in the world.

Make it readable and spread its origins.

As long as there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

This world is not just about fighting and killing. All the heart-stirring stories are full of positive energy and should be passed on so that more people can know about them.

Time is irreversible and the dead will not be resurrected.

The road to the rivers and lakes is long, the mountains are high and the rivers are long. The knights in the rivers and lakes are like the crucian carp crossing the river, giving birth to geniuses from generation to generation.

After you sing, I will go on stage, just like the bright moon meets the rising sun, there should be traces to follow.

What Xiaoyong did didn't make much sense from a close perspective.

But from a long-term perspective, this is the only way for future generations of people in the world to feel the grace of those ancestors.

If it were passed down only through oral tradition, within two or three generations at most, the heroic deeds of those heroes, heroes, and heroines who were once active in the world would have changed.

It's not recorded at all, it's black and white on yellow paper, it's true.

A moderate storm did not affect everyone's interest.

This is a rare grand occasion in the world. People from all over the world gather together to keep warm, which warms the world a lot.

People who practice martial arts have body yang like fire, and most of them are not afraid of severe cold in a short period of time.

Therefore, almost all the heroes competing in the arena wore thin shirts to facilitate their actions.

Regardless of men or women, if you don't look at the face, the figure is excellent.

The limbs are well-proportioned and full of strength.

Of course, there are a few people who are either round or short and thin. These people are all evil and should not be underestimated.

Those who dare to come to the martial arts conference, at least, have a special skill.

Led by Li Lianpeng and Su Xiaoyong, several people were wandering aimlessly to watch the excitement. Suddenly, they were attracted by two people fighting in a ring in front of them.

……

at the same time.

The General Forum of the Golden Yuan League.

"Your Majesty, this is the medicinal meal that my family has cooked for 49 and [-] hours. Your Majesty, please take a bite~"

Jiao Liqiao begged the man in front of her in an almost coquettish tone.

Di Feisheng sat cross-legged on the bed and said coldly:
"No need, this alliance leader doesn't like soup."

"The slave family clearly remembers that your Majesty used to like..."

"I don't like it anymore."

Jiao Liqiao had a look of disappointment on her face. She had no choice but to put the soup bowl in her hand on the wooden table aside. She looked at Di Feisheng, who was healing his wounds with Zhengyun Gong, bit her red lips and said:

"Since Your Majesty is not willing to drink the decoction, why not let the servants serve Your Majesty..."

"Get out!" Di Fei couldn't bear it anymore, opened his red eyes, and looked at Jiao Liqiao coldly.

(End of this chapter)