I have many teachers

Chapter 95 The target of public criticism
The atmosphere was dead silent for a moment.

The strangely silent atmosphere even made the military boy feel uneasy, and his anger gradually subsided.

At this moment, a pair of green eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar ignited flames, and he slapped Wang Anfeng's shoulder heavily with his right hand, howling:

"Little lunatic, cut him!!"

A surge of internal force poured into the young man's shoulder, shaking the veins in his right arm, and the round iron spoon jumped up spontaneously, swinging the wooden spear away from the military boy's hand, the force was so great that even the boy was dragged into an argument He took two steps to the side, and just now stabilized, his expression was slightly startled, and then he was ecstatic.

In the martial arts arena, this means agreeing to fight!

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, knowing that he had been 'reckoned', turned around suddenly, only saw the bright smile of the Confucian scholar, waved his hand at him, a burst of anger rose, and the spear in the palm of the soldier's son on the opposite side whizzed around, suddenly attack.

When the wind gusts, Wang Anfeng deflects his body, his knees are slightly bent, as if he is about to bend over, he dodges the shadow of the spear, the young man shouts, his wrist shakes, and the spear shoots three times in the direction the young man is avoiding. Now, at the time when the old power has gone and the new power has not come out, it is almost inevitable.

Wang Anfeng didn't have time to draw his sword, so he only used the iron spoon in his hand as a weapon, and swung an afterimage, chopping or stabbing, like a green dragon playing in the water, restraining the long spear firmly.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar laughed lightly, raised his hand and picked up the pot directly, seeing that it was mixed with ash, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, closed his eyes and said:

"Never get tired of fine food, never get tired of fine food... never get tired of fine food, never get tired of fine food, never get tired of fine food..."

"It's not clean, you won't get sick if you eat it!"

Smelling the tangy aroma, he simply closed his eyes, his heart swayed, his palms vibrated, and the medicine porridge in the pot rolled over, covering the thin layer of ash underneath, which made the aroma even more enticing. The Confucian scholar swallowed, He picked up the porridge pot and poured it into his mouth in one go.

Wang Anfeng caught a glimpse of this scene and was out of breath. He changed his footwork, dodged the shadow of the gun, and took advantage of the momentum of his figure to swipe the big round iron spoon. The bell vibrated, and the Confucian medicinal porridge was about to be taken in. With such a shock, his mouth was blurred, he coughed repeatedly, and he looked embarrassed.

At the same time, the young man took advantage of the situation with his right hand holding the hilt of the sword behind his back, and the shadow of the spear pierced the air in front of him. He leaned slightly, pulled out the wooden sword an inch, and stuck the spear point directly, pouring energy into his body, but was caught by the golden sword The foundation of the bell jar was dissolved directly, and only a strong wind was stirred up under the feet.

The soldier's expression was slightly startled, he suddenly heard the sound of swords whistling in his ears, the Eight Faced Han Sword had been completely drawn out, the strength of the sword's edge changed, and the spear's edge was bounced away.

Wang Anfeng advanced with the sword suddenly, the wooden sword whizzed out and slashed out, turning from defense to offense, the shadow of the sword whizzed continuously, like a waterfall flowing across the river, combined with the footwork so that the opponent could only defend for a while, shouted suddenly and said:

"You and I have no grievances in the past, and today we have no grievances. Why did you suddenly attack today?"

Yi Xiuwei was impatient when he heard the words, held the spear horizontally, stopped the sword edge, gritted his teeth and said:

"If it weren't for you like last time, how could I be hungry and make a fool of myself in public?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly startled, angry and amused at the same time, he said:
"It's because you don't eat, and you don't allow others to cook?"

"I made some soup under the martial arts field, which is not against the rules of the academy. There were so many people present that day, why is it just your stomach screaming?"

Yi Xiuwei opened his mouth slightly, not knowing how to answer. Wang Anfeng caught a glimpse of the Confucian scholar who had wiped off the medicine porridge pasted on the corners of his cuffs and mouth. With a flick of his wrist, the eight-faced Han sword advanced again, but his style changed drastically, like a tiger descending a mountain. , fierce and domineering, splitting out afterimages, Yi Xiuwei was flustered, he was accidentally touched by the young sword on his wrist, the spear was almost out of his hand, and his heart felt cold.

At this moment, the Eight-Faced Han Sword slashed and slashed again and again, turning into afterimages and whizzing around. His scalp was numb and his heart trembled. Jian took a step back and said:
"This brother is very skilled."

"You and I can't tell the difference for a while, why not make it a tie?"

Yi Xiuwei was stunned for a moment, looking around, the people around him didn't think anything strange about Wang Anfeng's words.

Only then did the young man's sword turn fierce and sharp, and he slashed out a series of sword shadows to cover everyone's sight. Taking advantage of the situation, he tapped his opponent's wrist with a long snake's tail, but it was withdrawn for a moment. Others couldn't see it clearly, only the two of them were seen. Playing back and forth, quite exciting.

Yi Xiuwei is not stupid, he thought of the meaning of Wang Anfeng's move and the pain on his wrist, and knew that the opponent was much stronger than himself, so he took advantage of the situation, clasped his fists gratefully and said:

"What brother Wang said is very true..."

Before the voice fell, he saw Wang Anfeng's eyes light up, and with a flick of his wrist, a whip and lock jumped out of the boy's wide sleeve robe like a python, whistling through the air, and rolled directly towards the right leg of the Confucian scholar in charge, with a skillful move , both domineering and nimble, the power and influence are faintly above that swordsmanship, and he can't help being slightly stunned.

Wang Anfeng gritted his teeth slightly, and directly locked the whip lock on the Confucian scholar's right leg. With a pull, the opponent staggered. His plan to steal the medicinal porridge failed again, and he bit the air with white teeth. There was a click.

During this period of time, Wang Anfeng was talking with this Confucian scholar. They both had different personalities and ages, but they hit it off quite well. It was only because of the "scheming" trick just now and the behavior of "stealing and eating alone" that aroused Wang Anfeng's youthful temper. However, no matter what, he was determined not to let him do what he wanted.

And the Confucian scholar has "missed" the delicious food three times, and hates this "little madman". He eats delicious food all his life, and whoever steals what he eats will kill him. , voluntarily set up seven rules, all kinds of restrictions and shackles have been imposed on him, and Wang Anfeng has already been taught a lesson, but being unable to make a move does not mean that he has no means.

Immediately, his right leg shook, and the whip chain went limp like a python that had been hit seven inches. Confucian scholar took a step back while holding the pot, and howled at the top of his voice:
"Students who have been enrolled in Fufeng Academy for less than a year, listen to the uncle!"

The voice was thick and clear, showing a very high level of internal martial arts, which almost spread throughout the academy.

The disciples of the academy can study for four or five years at most. Most of the students only study here for three years, and then they will visit famous teachers and master martial arts and acrobatics. A quarter of the students raised their heads, listening to voices coming from their ears.

But when he heard the familiar voice, he was shocked and called out:

"You still come melon baby, this porridge is full of ashes now, you still can't eat it, you come again, come again, labor and capital will beat you to death..."

After a while of jumping around, the voice seemed to be temporarily out of trouble, and hurriedly shouted:
"All disciples within one year, come to the martial arts field quickly!"

"Whoever can defeat Wang Anfeng will be exempted from the exam for weapons, fists and kicks this year, and the uncle will give you points!"

"Give A-class top grade!"

The sound came out, turned into swearing, and then disappeared again. In the whole Fufeng Academy, it seemed that Xuanwu was thrown down into the sea. There was a dead silence for a moment. , There are young girls in Fufeng Six Palaces, either holding long spears and sticks, or wearing wooden knives and wooden swords at their waists, like a torrent, coming towards the martial arts field.

A wait!
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