The Road to Martial Arts BOSS

Chapter 92
On October 24th, Frost's Descent.

This day is the beginning of Shanhe Academy's rest day this month, and it is also the day when Feng Jiu went to the appointment with the sixth prince Feng Chaonan.

The venue for the banquet was the Lingyun Pavilion in the Yunsheng Peak outside the capital of God, the second tallest building in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and only the Qin Tianjian, a professional stargazer and fortune teller, was taller than it.

The whole building is located on the Yunsheng Peak with extremely high terrain, where clouds can be seen halfway up the mountain.Towering into the clouds, not in the world, this is the origin of the name of Lingyun Pavilion.

"Don't be afraid of floating clouds to cover your eyes, just because you are on the highest floor." Qingyu stood alone on the top floor of Lingyun Pavilion, leaning on the railing to look into the distance.

"Junior brother is so talented!" Cheers came, and Han Wenxin came pacing from behind.

"Senior brother is ridiculous." Qing Yu didn't look back, he knew that at this time in Lingyun Pavilion, the only one who could call his junior brother was Han Wenxin.

The Lingyun Pavilion on the top floor has been taken over by the sixth prince Feng Chaonan, and now only five people are still on this floor.

Feng Jiu and Feng Chaonan's banquet, no matter what the inside story is, on the surface it's just a family talk, to deepen the brotherhood.

"Don't talk about state affairs and world affairs, just talk about the brotherhood between you and me." This was what Feng Chaonan said when he met Feng Jiu, as if he wasn't the one who confronted Feng Jiu in front of the academy twenty days ago. .

When Qingyi heard this sentence at the time, Rao was as thick-skinned as a city wall, and still had to bow down.Based on this point, Qingyu is sure that Feng Chaonan has a high chance of ascending to the throne.Thick-skinned people are always better at seizing fleeting opportunities than others.

What's more, to be able to occupy the top floor of Lingyun Pavilion, its wealth and power can be seen as ordinary.

Closer to the point, because the discussion was about family matters, only two brothers, Feng Jiu and Feng Chaonan, were drinking and talking in the pavilion.Feng Chaonan knew how to be a man, knowing that Feng Jiu was usually a loner, so he didn't bring his attendants and a group of dog legs to show off, but only brought Han Wenxin and the eunuch named Xiao Lizi.

There was only one small wine table in the room. Feng Chaonan asked Xiao Lizi to step back and poured the wine himself. The two brothers drank wine with side dishes and chatted. It seemed that they were really just two good brothers who hadn't seen each other for a long time. get together.

"With the talent of a younger brother, it shouldn't be so well-behaved." Han Wenxin walked to Qing Yu's side, looking at the sea of ​​clouds outside the building.

Han Wenxin's words were a bit rambling, but Qingyu knew that he was talking about the entry test.The verses just recited obviously do not match Qing Yu's level of living in Room C and No. [-].

"If a fool thinks a lot, he will surely gain something. This poem, my brother, is just something I got occasionally."

Qing Yu's gaze was like a sword, and he turned to Han Wenxin's smiling face, "Brother, you have already cultivated righteousness, why are you acting like this?"

"How can you say it's an act, this is..." Han Wenxin elongated his voice.

"Brother's true heart..." Suddenly, a palm protruded from the wide sleeve of the robe and struck Qing Yu.

The attack was so sudden that even Qing Yu didn't expect that Han Wenxin would make such a sneak attack.

However, it was not enough to hurt Qing Yu.

Qingyu's right hand flicked up like a snake waiting for an opportunity, and the back shot came first. At a very strange and twisted angle, it bypassed the front palm and buckled at the right hand pulse door of Han Wenxin's outstretched palm.

"Junior brother's hand doesn't look like the way a scholar should have." Han Wenxin's palm seeped white zhenqi, lingering in his hand like a mist, a slight shock, the impact of zhenqi forced Qingyu to stop.

Qing Yu withdrew the Spirit Snake Fist, and the attack turned to the front, a ball of white mist surrounded the entire palm, palm to palm.

"The senior brother will teach the junior teacher what is the way a scholar should have."

The two palms meet, and the two balls of white mist collide, but it is a completely different expression.

Although Han Wenxin's true energy is in the form of fog, his palm strength is solid, full of Confucianism's noble righteousness unique to all laws and changes, and only Confucianism will last forever.

On Qing Yu's side, the strength of the palm was cold, piercing into the bone three points, eroding Han Wenxin's palm.

"Junior brother is good at kung fu!" Han Wenxin praised with a smile.

"Where, it's hard to compare with senior brother!" Qing Yu also smiled.

The two stood on the same spot, not moving a step, both smiling, exchanging polite words with their mouths, but they exchanged palms and fists without giving an inch.

The momentum of the fight between the two became more and more powerful, and the surrounding clouds were attracted, dispersed, and shattered by each other's attacking vigor.

The scattered clouds and mist were taken into Qing Yu's palm, condensed into cold water droplets, and shot at Han Wenxin who was only an inch away.

It was scattered by Han Wenxin's condensed palm, and turned into a cold mist, lingering around the two of them.

"Junior brother, take this palm from senior brother again." The pure righteousness condensed into strands of silk, wrapped around Han Wenxin's palm, and slowly pushed towards Qingyu.

The awe-inspiring, straight-faced, ordinary push palm was forced by Han Wenxin to show off his demeanor of swallowing mountains and rivers.

This palm is strong, but also very slow.With Qing Yu's speed, he could even flash behind Han Wenxin in the next instant and give him a slap.But Qing Yu didn't do that, but chose to stand where he was and take the palm.

Qing Yu took a long breath, the icy mist that had been lingering in his palm dissipated, his palm became crystal clear, even the blue blood vessels under the skin turned white, and he pushed it out with the same palm.

I don't know how many times the two palms met, it was silent.The extremely cold Xuan Bing wanted to freeze the palms he touched, but was defeated head-on by the invincible Haoran righteousness.

The severe cold air turned back, freezing Qing Yu's palms into blue and purple.

"Junior Brother, you are very good." Han Wenxin withdrew his right palm and smiled casually.At this moment, he finally showed the demeanor that a Confucian disciple should have.

"Thank you, senior brother, for your guidance." Qing Yu's face was expressionless, and his palms were retracted into his sleeves, which were covered by the sleeves of his robe.

"Squeak."

The sound of the door opening sounded, Feng Jiu and the sixth prince Feng Chaonan walked out side by side, Feng Jiu still held an ebony box in his hand.

It can be seen that the two had a good conversation, Feng Chaonan was all smiles, and Feng Jiu also smiled rarely (in Feng Chaonan's eyes).

"Junior brother, if you have any questions in the future, you can come to me." Han Wenxin said.

After speaking, Han Wenxin left with Feng Chaonan who came out.

"Are you okay?" Feng Jiu hurried to Qing Yu and asked.

Qing Yu and Han Wenxin fought more and more loudly, and the two drinking inside naturally noticed it.And judging from the expressionless face of the two and the smiling face of the other, it is clear at a glance who suffers.

"Nothing." Qingyu stretched out his right hand hidden in his sleeve, and the purple color on it faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xuan Bingjin's true energy is simulated by the small formless skill, and it cannot be eaten back by itself.What's more, Qingyu started out with Zhiyang's "Sunflower Treasure", so how could he be hurt by this cold air.

"Have you kept your hand?" Feng Jiu asked.

"He also stayed..."

(End of this chapter)