Comprehensive martial arts: Inherit the weak chicken sword god at the beginning

Chapter 125 Retreat

The long scroll unfolded quickly, and a picture of a peacock appeared in front of everyone.

Han Fei couldn't help but sigh, Tang Bohu's painting skills are really extraordinary, it can be called a wonderful painting.

The lifelike peacocks and various detailed scenes, coupled with the bowing of the birds, perfectly highlight the noble and ethereal artistic conception of the peacocks.

This painting is definitely a masterpiece.

However, King Ning's purpose is not as simple as admiring the paintings.

As long as there is any damage to the painting while appreciating the painting, he will put the responsibility on Grand Master Hua.

When he has an excuse, he can directly lead troops to attack.

Although Han Fei was here, there was no way to do anything today.

But with an excuse, he can still hold Taishi Hua accountable afterwards.

Although Mrs. Hua didn't know what King Ning was thinking, she didn't take it lightly.

The solution now is very simple, no matter what King Ning wants to do, just don't let him succeed.

"This portrait is precious, let's put it away first."

After finishing speaking, she patted the table with her right hand, and the paintings on the table rolled up.

Of course, the deadly scholar couldn't stop there, he unfolded the painting again, and kicked the table next to Taishi Hua.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them came and went, pushing the table and flying back and forth.

Not only that, they are still wrestling secretly.

The zhenqi collided with each other through the table, and others didn't notice it at all.

The struggle between the two caused the whole table to shake violently.

Suddenly, with a sound of "Sla", the painting on the table was torn apart.

The life-threatening scholar took the opportunity to throw the pot away: "Okay, my lord deliberately shared it with you, but I didn't expect you to destroy the painting. This is clearly despising the lord."

King Ning's face showed an angry look at the right time, and he was ready to speak out for accountability.

However, Madam Hua did not give him this chance.

She said flatly: "I'm sorry, my lord, but we can make up for it."

King Ning sneered: "How to compensate?"

"Tang Bohu has been visiting the mansion recently. I can ask him to draw a picture of a divine bird and phoenix to compensate the prince."

A few days ago, Wu Zhuangyuan caught "Tang Bohu", but he didn't expect it to come in handy today.

After a while, Zhu Zhishan was brought up.

Before he understood what was going on, Mrs. Hua said to him:
"Tang Bohu, I want you to draw a picture of the divine bird and phoenix. If you can't draw it, you don't need to save your life."

Zhu Zhishan was full of helplessness. He had explained it countless times during this period, but still no one believed him.

Knowing Mrs. Hua's character well, he didn't dare to resist at all, so he could only obey obediently.

When Zhu Zhishan came to the white canvas, his eyes gradually became serious.

Suddenly, he picked up the paintbrush on the side and swayed it on the paper.

His movements are smooth, his expression is relaxed, and the paintbrush in his hand is turning flexibly.

He was a completely different person from just now.

Han Fei couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Zhu Zhishan was a man of real talent and learning.

After a while, Zhu Zhishan put down his brush heavily.

At this moment, his face was covered with sweat, but his smile was still relaxed.

Everyone couldn't wait to come forward and watch, wanting to see this stunning painting.

Han Fei took a look, and the corner of his mouth began to twitch.

I thought it was a masterpiece, but I didn't expect it to be "Chicken Pecking Rice".

Not only him, but everyone else on the field was speechless for a while.

It seemed that something was wrong, Zhu Zhishan laughed dryly, and added a circle on the chicken's head.

Then he said: "This is "Phoenix Proud Intention"!"

King Ning was already furious. Originally he only came here to make excuses, but he was really humiliated.

This Mrs. Hua was clearly teasing him.

Just when he was about to get mad, Mrs. Hua had already made a move before him.

She hit the table with her palm, and the whole table flew out, hitting Zhu Zhishan against the wall.

Zhu Zhishan foamed at the mouth and passed out on the spot.

Han Fei smiled and shook his head. It looked serious, but he was not injured at all.

After knocking Zhu Zhishan unconscious, Mrs. Hua turned to King Ning and said:

"I have long suspected that this person is a fake, but now under the majesty of the prince, it is indeed revealed."

"Thank you, my lord."

King Ning opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

This punch hit the cotton, and he really couldn't breathe out at all.

Seeing this scene, the deadly scholar's eyes turned cold.

He and Mrs. Hua seemed to be evenly matched just now, but he has not used his unique move.

As soon as the life-killing scholar sword was released, he was sure to kill Mrs. Hua within thirty strokes.

When his hand just touched the hilt of the sword, an aura as deep as the sea enveloped him directly.

The deadly scholar looked at Han Fei, who just looked at him with a smile on his face.

However, the deadly scholar felt cold all over.

From Han Fei's eyes, he felt an irresistible sharpness, and when he took a look, it felt like a stick in his throat.

In the end, fear overwhelmed the killing intent.

The life-killing scholar could only let go of the hilt of his sword silently, and silently retreated behind King Ning.

Seeing that nothing could be done, King Ning had no intention of continuing.

He apologized to Taishi Hua, then turned around and left with his men.

At the door, Ning Dynasty scolded the life-killing scholar: "Why didn't you do it just now? The power of the life-killing scholar's sword is amazing?"

The life-killing scholar's face became more and more ugly, but he could only swallow his anger.

"My lord, then Han Fei..."

"Hmph, trash!"

In the end, King Ning didn't punish the scholar who took his life. After all, he also knew that no one here was a match for Han Fei in terms of force alone.

On the other side, Han Fei was receiving praise from everyone.

"Hero Han, can you tell me your story?"

Chunxiang is full of longing, girls at this age are curious about everything.

"I want to listen too, I want to listen too." Dongxiang followed suit.

Although Xia Xiang and Qiu Xiang didn't speak, it could be seen from their eyes that they were equally curious.

In desperation, Han Fei could only talk to them for a while.

But in his eyes, the relatively ordinary past is already an unimaginable adventure for these people.

Everyone was full of excitement, wishing they could participate in it.

Afterwards, Taishi Hua and Mrs. Hua expressed their gratitude to Han Fei.

There is no doubt that Han Fei saved the lives of the whole family today.

……

In the middle of the night, a sneaky figure broke into Han Fei's room.

As soon as the man opened the door, Han Fei stood in front of him and said with a smile, "Brother Tang, what's the matter with visiting late at night?"

That's right, it was Tang Bohu who came.

But at this time, Tang Bohu was not as relaxed and comfortable as before. Instead, he said with a smile on his face:
"Don't dare, dare, Daxia Han is famous, how dare I call you brother and brother."

Han Fei knew that he was worried about what happened at the gate of Washington.

Regarding this, Han Fei could only say embarrassingly: "It's a little joking, but I'm sorry Brother Tang."

If you make a mistake, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand upright.

Being caught head-on, Han Fei couldn't quibble.

Fortunately, Tang Bohu was not a narrow-minded person, and he was relieved when he heard Han Fei apologize.

"Brother Han is innocent, let's leave this matter alone."

Then, he changed the subject and his face was a little dignified: "Brother Han, I have something to ask for your help."

Seeing that he was so serious, Han Fei also put away his smile.

"what's up?"

"I want to kill the deadly scholar..."

(End of this chapter)