martial arts mythology system

Chapter 117

The next day.

Han Feng slept comfortably, got up and washed, cooked a bowl of porridge, and ate pickles and fermented bean curd for breakfast.

Picking up the Lengyue Baodao, he practiced the sword technique for a while.

[Feng Yun Bi] It's already reached the quarterfinals of Lingshi, and the rest of my opponents are all veterans in the Xuanjian Division. It is inevitable that there will be a fierce battle today.

After adjusting his physical condition to the peak, Han Feng went down the mountain with a knife.

Stepping into the interior of the Xuanjian Division, Han Feng clearly felt that the [Fengyun Dou] has become a lot more formal now.

For example, there are more small flags for decoration on both sides of the street.

It was probably used to welcome the representatives of the big faction who came to participate. In addition to the Compassionate Zen Forest, the Taoist Jade Emperor Sect also sent elders to come.

In addition, there are also representatives from Confucian Zhengqi Palace, Qingtian Sword Sect, Zhong Ling Sect, and Di Yan Gu.

[Fengyun Dou] lasted too long, these big factions did not arrive early like those ordinary ones, but when it came to the quarterfinals, due to various factors, they had to come.

However, with so many martial arts sects coming this time, Gu even dared to make trouble... the courage is really not small.

On the high platform in the north, many sects sit separately.

Around Baiyu Square, there are thousands of guards.

When Han Feng came to the outside of the square, he found that Guo Qinhan and the others had already arrived, so he walked over with a smile.

"Yeah~ everyone came so early?"

Meng Yuqi smiled and narrowed her eyes:

"Wow! Brother Han Feng, you are not late today!"

Han Feng suddenly looked a little embarrassed... When did the impression that he was often late...

But Gu Yunzhou rolled his eyes directly, and said angrily: "Our team was all eliminated, and you were left alone... Everyone came early to cheer for you, but in the end, you were the only one who took your time."

Mo Shanbei looked tired and sleepy, Zhang Lie held his shoulders with his hands, and forced his eyes to open: "Yes, Lao Guo was also beaten to shame, you are already our last face."

Mo Shanbei met Lian Shanxu, one of the best guard masters in Xuanjian Division's younger generation, and his "Spring Thunder Sting" martial arts was completely broken by the opponent's fast sword.

Old Guo smiled helplessly, and said, "I met Bai Zhijian, and it would be strange if I won, okay?"

Lao Bai was not nearby, he was talking to a group of people in the distance, Han Feng walked over and grabbed his collar and pulled him over.

stared at him and asked:
"Old Bai, tell yourself, are you gambling with someone at the opening?"

The guy smiled obsequiously, leaned over with his arms around Han Feng's shoulders, and said in a low voice: "Hey, this is called business investment, boss, you really have to work hard, I invested a lot of money in you. "

Han Feng hit him on the forehead with the handle of Leng Yue Baodao with his backhand.

This gambler is really hopeless...

Seeing Lao Bai clutching his forehead, Luo Yingrou was standing next to Jian Qingci and giggling, the atmosphere of everyone was always so happy.

Han Feng caught a glimpse of Bai Feihuang standing not far away talking to a woman in black robe with a knife.

At this time... the competition began.

Nan Gonglian stood on the high platform to the north, looked around, and the noisy crowd gradually fell silent.

For the first time, Nan Gonglian made an opening remark:

"Everyone, up to now, the [Fengyun Competition] has produced the top eight fighters of all levels. In order to observe this grand event, representatives from all martial arts sects have come to watch, so, I hope that every one of the contestants will The guards, envoys, and swordsmen can all show their best form, and I hope everyone can cheer the most enthusiastically for the players in the battle."

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Lian's voice sank:
"The top eight battle, the first match, Han Feng with the sword against the envoy Qi Shaowei."

After finishing speaking, Nan Gonglian returned to sit behind Jun Huaixu.

As Han Feng's name was read out, the crowd was excited.

Han Feng was used to such cheers, and walked slowly to the center of Baiyu Square.

And Han Feng's opponent, a woman in a black robe with a knife named Qi Shaowei, walked from Bai Feihuang's side to Baiyu Square, and came directly opposite Han Feng.

Under Shihuan's ten thousand swords, black and white robes confront each other.

The quarter-final battle has already started.

The black-robed woman has long hair like ink, her eyebrows are like black, she stands leaning on a knife, looking at Han Feng:

"Han Zhijian, I have admired you for a long time. I thought we could meet each other last night, but I didn't expect to meet in this form today."

Han Feng didn't expect that his opponent was actually Qi Shaowei who invited him to the party yesterday. He was a little embarrassed, so he could only try to bring the topic out of the way.

"I have some matters that need to be resolved yesterday, but I didn't expect to meet Miss Qi like this today. It's a good time to make friends through martial arts and get to know each other well."

"Okay~ Then let's make friends with martial arts today!"

After Qi Shaowei's words fell, she drew the long knife out of its sheath in her hand, and a swipe of white horse practiced on the white jade square to start the battle.

Seeing this, Han Feng swung Leng Yue's sword and fought with Qi Shaowei.

Two people, one black and one white, fight each other, their blades clash, and their aura bursts out.

……

Off the court, Bai Feihuang held Qingluan Saber and watched indifferently.

Lao Bai and Meng Yuqi, the two treasures, approached, Meng Yuqi hugged Bai Feihuang's waist, and asked coquettishly:
"Sister Feihuang, are you familiar with that sister Qi?"

Bai Feihuang patted Meng Yuqi's head, smiled helplessly, and said, "I'm quite familiar with it. Why, are you worried that your brother Han Feng can't beat her?"

Lao Bai immediately answered: "This girl Qi has good body skills and exquisite sword skills, but this level is obviously not worthy of her title of top eight, so she must have some superb means. It's a pity that I saw it before. It's really strange that there is no difference from the beginning to the end of a martial arts competition with her."

Bai Feihuang pursed his lips and smiled, and explained: "Shaowei's martial arts is unique, but it's really hard to find."

Meng Yuqi shook Bai Feihuang's arm and said coquettishly, "Sister Feihuang~ don't be a fool~"

Bai Feihuang said slowly, "Shaowei practiced the superior martial art "Jiangchao Knife" purely for fighting. During the battle, you can use continuous savings to superimpose the strength of the knife. , the more layers of Dao Jin are stacked, the stronger the power will be, so if Han Feng can't win quickly, the later he goes, the harder it will be for him to win."

After hearing what Bai Feihuang said, Meng Yuqi looked at the fighting figures in Baiyu Square with some worry.

"Chong!!"

Suddenly there was a symphony, and the Leng Yue Baodao and the blade in Qi Shaowei's hand collided. Han Feng was forced back by the three blades from the blade.

"Qi Lingshi's saber technique is really wonderful, the saber is like a wave, which makes Han Feng amazed."

"Han Zhijian is absurd~"

The corner of Qi Shaowei's lips curled up, and she got closer with the knife, and looked over at the knife gesture superimposed to the fourth layer.

Han Feng knew that she couldn't let her stack it up any more, so he activated the "Tianzi Wangqi Technique", and cast [Iron Palm Flying Flowers] with his left hand to hit it.

(End of this chapter)