"Bastard!" Gongsun Wenda slapped the table in anger, and the tea bowls on the table jumped up. The old man pointed at Gongsun Helan's nose and cursed: "What's wrong with the farmer? Didn't the ancestors of our Gongsun family also come out of the fields? Do you even look down on your ancestors now?!"

"Dad!" Gongsun Helan closed the folding fan, stood up and retorted: "How can you compare him with your ancestors?! Although the ancestors had been in the fields, they were once a general of a country. How could they compare with the common people like him?"

"How do you know that a nephew is an ordinary farmer? The ancestors of the Liu family also worked as a general under the account of the Old General Yang Su. In terms of background, their Liu family is not inferior to the ancestors of my Gongsun family!" Gongsun Wenda also stood up and said, "And in terms of literary talent and martial arts, a nephew may not be worse than your illegitimate son!"

It seems that the old man knows the origin of the Yang and Liu families quite thoroughly. Liu Yi looked at Yang Bofang and saw him sitting there leisurely tasting tea, not caring about the quarrel between Gongsun and his son. It seems that he is no longer surprised by such things.

"Oh?" Gongsun Helan looked disbelief. He pointed at Liu Yi with a folding fan and said, "Since that's the case, how dare he try to get better with me?"

Bodhisattvas have three parts of fire, not to mention that Liu Yi is not the kind of person who loves to be angry. When someone pointed at the nose, Liu Yi's anger suddenly popped up, and no longer cared about etiquette. He stood up and bowed to Gongsun Helan and said, "Brother Helan wants to compare with what he wants to do, just take a step down, one after another!" I still don't believe it. As soon as I pass through, I can't compare with you, an ancient man?

"Okay!" Gongsun Helan saw that Liu Yi's promise was readily agreed, so she took back the folding fan and said, "I will not bully you, we will not engage in poetry. Since your ancestor of the Liu family is also a military general, I believe you have learned a little, so what about us?

"Martial fighting?" Yang Bofang put down the tea bowl. He knew the situation of the Liu family clearly. Liu Mingzong passed away too early and did not have time to pass on the martial arts he passed down from his family. If it were a martial arts fight, how could Liu Yiu be Gongsun Helan, the opponent known as the Gongsun family's martial arts genius?

Yang Bofang was about to stop him, but he was interrupted by Liu Yi's words: "Okay! If you want to fight, you will fight. Liu will take it! I wonder if Gongsun wants to use weapons or be bare-handed?"

"What's the point of bare shirt? It's natural to use weapons to fight." Gongsun Helan gently waved the folding fan, looking relaxed and contented. He didn't take Liu Yi seriously.

"Okay! You can choose the time and place, and Liu has agreed." Liu Yi agreed without hesitation. A young man like Gongsun Helan should teach him a lesson so that he can't be so arrogant in the future.

Gongsun Wenda did not object, and a smile appeared secretly at the corner of his mouth. This situation was exactly what he wanted to see. He had seen Liu Yi's literary talent last night, and now he also wanted to see how Liu Yi's martial arts are? It would be great if he could take the opportunity to teach them a lesson.

"Yi, are you?" Yang Bofang stood up. He wanted to know if Liu Yi was slapping the swollen face and pretending to be fat, so he showed off his ability to take it for the sake of face.

If so, his result would be very miserable. Although Gongsun Helan was dressed like a literati and was very artistic, he was not weak at all in martial arts. He was also ruthless when he started. If Liu Yi was defeated, he would probably be inevitable in bed for ten days and half a month in the future.

Liu Yiong comforted Yang Bofang and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Yang, my nephew will pay attention to his proper measures when he takes action, and he will never let Brother Helan be like Wang Shuai."

"Wang Shuai?!" Yang Bofang remembered the young man who was crippled by Liu Yikong last time, and he injured three meridians with one punch. He just couldn't die, and it just happened to be a cure. Why didn't he expect that a person who could punch such a punch would be without martial arts?

Yang Bofang felt relieved, smiled and stopped talking.

"Okay! You're a man! Just for this, I'll take back my previous opinion of you." Gongsun Helan took the folding fan and made a call to Liu Yi, saying, "There is a martial arts hall in the backyard, and all kinds of weapons are available. Please, brother, please!"

"Brother Gongsun, please!" Seeing Gongsun Helan like this, Liu Yi's anger dropped a lot. From this point of view, this folding fan man was not useless.

Gongsun Helan, Liu Yi and two young men walked in front, Gongsun Wenda and Yang Bofang followed behind. The four of them came to the martial arts hall in the backyard together.

After entering the martial arts hall, Gongsun Helan took off her coat, revealing her strong outfit. She had a short collar and a small dress, and she was neat. After finishing up the dress, he first chose a golden dragon spear on the weapon stand, and tried a few moves, and then signaled Liu Yi-Yi to choose a weapon that would be a good choice.

Liu Yiuan glanced at the weapon stand and found that the weapons here were very complete. There were almost all kinds of weapons including knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, and eighteen weapons. He really deserves to be the family of military generals who built the Wu family.

However, there seems to be no such strange weapons as nunchakra here.

There was no choice but to make one by one, Liu Yiu, who could only play nunchaku. He accused Gongsun Helan of guilt, took a small dragon stick about one meter long from the weapon stand, and put it in his hand. It was less than five pounds, made of essence wood. It was enough to make a standard 72CM nunchaku.

He waved his knife and cut the stick, and asked Gongsun Wenda to have a rope. In less than five minutes, a simple nunskull was made by Liu Yi. He held it in his hand and waved it casually twice. Liu Yi put on an authentic eight-way night battle in the middle of the Martial Arts Hall. He hooked his finger at Gongsun Wenda and said, "Brother Gongsun, please!"

Gongsun Helan put Panlong gun on the ground, looked at the two wooden sticks that Liu Yi had made after fiddling for a long time, and said, "Brother Yi, you are fighting with me with this kind of thing? Hahaha, are you crazy about gaining and losing your heart? This young master advises you to change it to another practical one. It will save you from being beaten up for a while."

Liu Yi stood there steadily, calmly, and smiled faintly at Gongsun Helan, "Thank you, Brother Gongsun, but the one you are most used to is this weapon. Brother Gongsun just come."

"Okay! I'm not polite in this way." After saying that, Gongsun Helan picked up a gun and stabbed him directly.

It is a perfect thorn, agile, fast, like a dragon, like lightning. You can tell at a glance that it is only after thousands of times of continuous practice.
Chapter completed!