Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 31 Price
People around the table looked strangely at the top of the table from time to time, and it was no wonder that the people at the table ate rice grain by grain with a posture comparable to that of Iraqi mine clearance, for fear that even half of the rice would fall.

In stark contrast to their itinerary is a pair of boys and girls, Lu Mingfei eats and drinks happily, Yuanyuan curls up like a hamster and chews, occasionally stops, looks ahead, and remains motionless , making people wonder if this mechanical girl is short-circuited. Just as you were about to pat her and try to fix it, Yuanyuan continued to chew.

Lu Mingfei was sitting opposite her, and he thought this girl was really interesting, so he didn't speak or smile, just ate in silence, and from the expression on her face, he couldn't figure out anything.

Gradually, some people realized that Yan Luo was not as vicious as the rumors said with his informal appearance.

So someone cautiously chatted with Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei also chatted, there is no airs, of course, the airs must have been imagined by the people in the kendo class, Lu Mingfei, a dead child who can laugh so happily while holding instant noodles with braised beef, what airs can he have? .

This still depends on the soldiers who will follow Yan Luo in Kyushu have the right to speak. They have heard the reputation of Yan Luo long ago. It is built with the blood and bones of countless warriors. Cry, whoever does not talk about it will change color.

I heard that every new soldier suffered from insomnia the night before meeting Yan Luo. Almost every recruit he saw had panda eyes. Lu Mingfei almost didn’t go to give the little emperor a beating. Look at this The King of Soldiers you speak of?
Then the recruits, they went to see Yan Luo in a nervous mood, and just after finishing the report, Yan Luo pulled him and said, don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous, will Doudizhu, we are missing one of the three, add one.

Just when you were confused, Yan Luo secretly stuffed a book, and you opened it, and there were lifelike little people, short and beautiful girls, and wearing such short skirts, where have you seen these before? Ah, the eyes are straight.

Yan Luo put his arm around your shoulder and said.

"Good brother, Shakugan Shana hasn't seen it. It's funny to tell you, I finally found the world's number one master to draw it, and the old man said it was insulting and refused to do it, so I said either you follow mine. It means to draw Shana, or I will kill you to meet her, choose one."

"Guess what, that dead old man is not obedient to draw."

Lu Mingfei just laughed, and then patted your shoulder very vigorously, ruffling your hair.

"To survive."

He said.

You are weeping.

At that time, Lu Mingfei couldn't help it. He was not the kind of person like Zhao Menghua who was used to being the boss, and he really didn't have the experience of a leader.

But the little emperor still asked him to lead a battalion into battle, so Lu Mingfei would lead his people to charge wherever it was dangerous or impossible to fight.

It's a general, Lu Mingfei just wanted to build a good relationship with the soldiers, right? Then what should we do?

Scratching his head and thinking hard, Lu Mingfei's final solution was to give gifts.

Shakugan's Shana, what a beautiful manga, he asked someone to draw it, and gave each recruit a copy.

Everyone is a brother who wants to die together and live together. Of course, I, Yama, have the best things to share with my brothers.

Lu Mingfei thought so.

So, if you want to ask who Yan Luo is, his soldiers have the most say.

"My lord."

"What a helpless guy."

The people in the kendo class also slowly came to their senses.

After eating a meal, Lu Mingfei's performance was obvious to all, he was not vicious at all, on the contrary, this person is simply a dead child who hasn't grown up.

So some people couldn't help it, and they asked directly, saying, Yan Luo, you suddenly kicked the gym today, what are you doing, and what is your purpose?

Lu Mingfei swallowed his food, there was nothing he could do, people who practice martial arts eat a lot.

"Purpose?"

He thought about it seriously.

"Besides finding someone to learn from, what else is there to do in the gym?"

That person will explain.

"There must be a reason for the sparring. You must have some plans or plans, right?"

Lu Mingfei was even more puzzled.

"For people who practice martial arts, it's natural for them to find someone to compare with each other?"

Said he waved his hand nonchalantly.

"If you don't fight or compete, what kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

He put down the bowls and chopsticks, glanced around, and said.

"Everyone is ready to eat."

"Let's go then."

Lu Minfei smiled excitedly.

"I already, can't wait."

Although he didn't say it at the time, few people believed Lu Mingfei's answer.

If you simply want to compete with others, you just come to the gym and fight one by one. How can there be such a person in this era?
But it is true.

After the unification of Kyushu, Lu Mingfei successively visited the Emei Wudang Shaolin Tianshan and other sects in order to break through the outer world and become a martial saint. He fought against the world's outer world.

This is also the method taught by the master. If a warrior is timid and afraid of fighting, then he still needs to practice martial arts, and forget about going home and farming as soon as possible.

Lu Mingfei’s talents are true, and he can choose one in a million, but martial arts is not a mutation in a superhero movie. You can fly into the sky after being bitten by a spider, and you can become a human being if you inject a serum.

Martial arts is not.

You have to look at the double pits in front of the courtyard, they are the marks left by Lu Mingfei standing on stakes for many years.

Then ask the world of martial arts, is there any martial artist who was born behind closed doors, who didn't accumulate a lot of experience in countless battles, and even went through several encounters between life and death.

Especially Yama.

Later people only saw his loneliness standing proudly on the top of the mountain.

A few more saw him narrowly escaped death, saw him lead people into battle again and again, and when he broke through the army and came out, his body was covered in bruises.

So, when Lu Mingfei heard the little devil talk about the history of dragons and hybrids, he felt that these guys are all crazy.

They suddenly gained huge power and power, but never paid a matching price.

But the world is always fair.

Do you think you got it cheap?
Look, God is laughing.

He wants dragons to fight dragons to the death.

Let relatives kill each other, and even devour each other.

That's the price.

You don't think it's fair.

It's just that you haven't seen the price yet.

Yesterday was the first time Lu Mingfei stood up.

Today he is going to compete with others.

Consolidate his strength with real combat.

Of course, a simple sparring, where both sides hold hands, cannot achieve the tempering effect that Lu Mingfei wants.

so what?

Kick the hall slightly.

Stake your honor.

fight me.

Children's palace, kendo class, training room.

This is a spacious space of 40×40. After the kendo class won the national gold medal, it was greatly rewarded by the leaders. There is also an endless stream of students, so they opened up the four classrooms next to it, and after decoration, it became a kendo class. The training room of the class.

When entering the door, a disciple fetched disposable slippers for Lu Mingfei, and he nodded and said thank you.

It is said that it is a fight, but the kendo class has the rules of the kendo class, drink tea first, and then talk about other things after three cups.

After all, it is Kung Fu from Japan, so it naturally has some customs from there. Although it is really necessary to pursue it, whether it is kendo or tea ceremony, it was only spread from the Tang Dynasty when Buddhism came to Fusang.

(End of this chapter)