Martial arts: start from copying the root bone

Chapter 63 0063: Holy Lord!
If Luo Tianhao just wanted to try his best to win over the genius Lu Changfeng before.

Now, Luo Tianhao wanted to hug Lu Changfeng, the immature tree of the sky.

Lu Changfeng's terrifying talent, and the scene Lu Changfeng just showed.
Luo Tianhao unconditionally stood on Lu Changfeng's side.

Sikong Tuxiong is a majestic man who looks to be around 50 years old with serious facial features.

His actual age is seven or eighty years old.

Sikong Tuxiong glanced at Lu Changfeng with a complicated expression.

He also noticed the change in Lu Changfeng's body when he faced the energy of Sikong Jue's bloodline just now.

This son is not a homeless person at all!
There is a famous teacher behind this child!
It's no wonder that such a talented disciple, how could no one be envious!

It is hard for Sikong Tuxiong to imagine how to hide the saber technique in the disciple's body to form a mark!
The strength of the person behind this son is extremely terrifying!Can't offend!

Maybe it's a hidden old monster on a certain celestial list.

Sikong Tuxiong thought for a while, and cupped his hands at Lu Changfeng, a blood-forging-level warrior: "Since Elder Lu wants to continue the unfinished battle with Sikong Jue, then the old man will naturally have it."

"One month, one month later, Sikong Jue must return to Sikong's house."

"In addition, during this period of time, I will send the elders of the clan to accompany Sikong Jue to prevent my nephew from doing anything against the interests of the family because of his lack of thoughtfulness."

Lu Changfeng also knew that what he could do was already the limit.

If it continues, it may backfire. Lu Changfeng reckoned that the mark on his forehead would run out of energy after using it a few times.

At least one chance to reproduce.

Lu Changfeng nodded, and said, "Thank you, Patriarch Sikong, for your success! This junior is very grateful!"

"Mmm." Seeing Lu Changfeng's attitude, Sikong Tuxiong's face became better.

"Goodbye, everyone."

Sikong Tuxiong cupped his hands, glanced at Sikong Jue on the ground, and left the ring like a bird.

Yuan Zhen picked up Sikong Jue, nodded slightly, turned and left.

Feng Qingtian congratulated Lu Changfeng and left the ring.

"Elder Lu, come to give lectures in the sect next month, and the disciples in the sect miss you very much." Luo Tianhao laughed and pulled away to leave.

Lu Changfeng opened his mouth and left through the passage behind the players' seats.

The audience outside the arena was buzzing, and they watched a big show today.

Early tomorrow morning, it is estimated that the news about Lu Changfeng and Sikong Jue will hit the headlines of various newspapers in the martial arts world.

"Lu Changfeng!"

"Brother Lu!"

Just as Lu Changfeng left the passage, two voices sounded one after the other.

It was Xu Shaoying and Feng Jiu.

"I apologize for my recklessness before the match, Lu Changfeng, you are such an awesome and talented swordsman, I want to target you! One day I will fight against you in the ring!"

Feng Jiu looked at Lu Changfeng with sparkling eyes.

Lu Changfeng had a bad feeling.

Fortunately, Xu Shaoying came up together: "Brother Lu, let's have a drink to celebrate?"

"As it should be!"

Lu Changfeng nodded, and walked up with Xu Shaoying.

"I want to go too!" Feng Jiu shouted.

"We're going to a place where women are not allowed to go, so do it yourself!" Lu Changfeng turned around and said seriously.

"Ah?" Feng Jiu was stunned on the spot, Lu Changfeng took the opportunity to speed up his pace with Xu Shaoying, and disappeared into the crowd.

Feng Jiu stomped her feet angrily: "Hmph!"

"Lu Changfeng, you can only be defeated by me! Any swordsman who wants to challenge you must first pass me!"

An unknown small restaurant somewhere on Wuma Street.

Lu Changfeng and Xu Shaoying sat opposite each other, drinking a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine.

Xu Shaoying raised his glass to toast: "Brother Lu, thank you for being merciful last time, otherwise I wouldn't be able to pass a move under your hands! The competition has benefited me a lot!"

Lu Changfeng waved his hand: "For the group arena, communication is the most important thing."

After a pause, Lu Changfeng asked Xu Shaoying for the identities of the people present today.

"By the way, who were those people who came to the stage to prevent us from continuing to fight?"

Xu Shaoying took a sip of wine and said excitedly: "Feng Qingtian, the owner of the Phoenix Martial Arts Gym, was the first to stop you from continuing the martial arts competition."

"The ones who came up after that were Yuan Zhen from Taizhen Martial Arts Academy, who is Sikong Jue's master."

"The other one is the current head of the Sikong family, Sikong Tuxiong, who is said to be a ruthless guy."

"The remaining one is Luo Tianhao, the head of the Broken Moon Sect. It seems that you should know Brother Lu."

"Gathering so many masters, this scene is really rare. I guess the seniors were afraid that you two geniuses would have an accident, but in the end it was Sikong Jue who fainted. Brother Lu, you should have won."

"By the way, Brother Lu, what was your last move with your eyes shining?"

"I've never seen a move coming from the eyes. Is it a top-notch move? How did you cultivate it?" Xu Shaoying asked like a curious baby.

Lu Changfeng smiled, thinking that I don't know how the imprint is formed.

He waved his hand: "This is a secret."

"I understand." Xu Shaoying showed a clear expression, he was no longer exploring the secrets of warriors, he could have a private drink with Lu Changfeng, and returning to the martial arts hall tomorrow is enough for him to boast.

The two drank for an hour before leaving the restaurant.

It was late at night, and most of the lights on Wuma Street were extinguished.

Lu Changfeng walked out of the restaurant leisurely, circulated his Qi and blood, expelled the smell of alcohol, and immediately regained his clarity.

"It seems that Sikong Jue is in trouble."

"Blood talent should be of great significance to the Sikong family."

"These big forces should have records of bloodline talents."

Lu Changfeng thought, the next time he went to the Broken Moon Sect, he would ask Luo Tianhao about related matters.

Judging from Luo Tianhao's attitude towards him today, he probably wouldn't reject him.

At this time, Lu Changfeng also realized that the mark on his forehead must have misunderstood the masters off the field tonight.

There is a high probability that he thinks that there is an expert behind him.

That's why Sikong Tuxiong has such an attitude towards his mere blood forging level.

"If you want to talk about an expert, 'Elephant Girl is indeed the expert behind me. She passed on the Fengtian sword technique to me, and she is considered half of my master. The problem is that she sleeps in a crystal coffin. I don't know when she will wake up." Lu Changfeng thought.

But it's good to let them misunderstand. In this way, with the sign of a master behind this, it will be much easier for Lu Changfeng to get along in Jiangnan Mansion.More and more like a duck to water.

Lu Changfeng thought about the current situation.

Unknowingly, there were two more men in black robes blocking the way.

The collars of the two men in black robes were very high, covering most of their faces and only showing half of their faces above the bridge of their noses. They didn't look like good people.

Lu Changfeng subconsciously leaned out of the interface.

Name:? ? ? (Black Robe No. [-])
Root bone: lower than A
Talent: low-grade knife skill talent
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Name:? ? ? (Black Robe No. [-])

Root bone: lower than A
Talent: low-grade swordsmanship talent.

The interface information of the two is exactly the same as the similar appearance.

"What are you two doing?" Lu Changfeng asked in a concentrated voice, keeping a distance.

The two black-robed men looked at each other, then they knelt down on one knee and put one hand on their chest to salute Lu Changfeng neatly: "Greetings, Holy Master!"

(End of this chapter)