The cold wind of early spring blew unstintingly in the darkness before dawn. The teenagers in the maple forest were continuing their fight in full swing.
The two people who appeared from across the cold pool were Zhao Long and Wang Bodang.
The two met before in the Wolf Leader. Both parties knew that they were similar in strength and wanted to take this opportunity to get to know each other.
Zhao Long was wearing a coir raincoat and bamboo hat, looking exactly like a strong man; Wang Bodang was wearing an animal skin jacket, looking like a hunter.
The two people's attire is in the same style - practical and practical.
The boy in the bamboo hat holds two swords, slashing left and right with extremely fast speed. As soon as they start to fight, the swords move forward in an indomitable way.
Wang Bodang had excellent marksmanship and was also good at his own fists and kicks. Although Zhao Long had powerful swords, the strong young man used both his spear and kicks. Between offense and defense, the two of them fought from the lakeside to the field.
When the two came close, they both stopped in unison. People gathered here. When it was not clear whether we were the enemy or not, both sides chose to wait and see.
"You're late!" Lin Fenghuo didn't look at Zhao Long, but still stared at Lin Lei.
"What? You can't hold it anymore?" Zhao Long said with a smile. He naturally understood that the swarthy boy didn't mean this, but he said this now to test his attitude.
"Humph, if you don't come, you won't be able to see the good show." Lin Fenghuo said with a grin.
"There is indeed a good show, but it has just begun." Seeing the arrival of Wang Bodang and Zhao Long, Lin Lei's mind was spinning, and he laughed maliciously in the blink of an eye.
"Big nose, why are you smiling?" Lin Fenghuo asked with a frown.
"Master Lin, I have to admit that your sword skills are indeed exquisite. I think that within a hundred rounds, you and I will be unable to defeat anyone. I believe that Brother Zhao and Brother Wang are the same as each other. How about this..." At this point, Jieao said The young man paused.
He turned his head, looked at Yi Xifeng with evil intentions, and said: "Our two groups will stop fighting for the time being and clean up the trash fish first, so as not to injure both our groups and allow other small fishermen to benefit."
Neither Zhao Long nor Wang Bodang had any objections. They thought that when they came from the other side, they already understood the situation here and had already made up their minds to deal with it.
Lin Fenghuo's expression suddenly dropped. He said with a straight face: "Killing someone with a borrowed knife? What a beautiful idea!"
Although he said this, Heizi still subconsciously distanced himself from Zhao Long and stood next to Yi Xifeng.
Lin Lei was overjoyed and thought to himself: Whether it is getting rid of that untouchable, or dividing Zhao Long and Lin Fenghuo. The results are all beneficial and harmless!
Zhao Long frowned slightly and glanced at the unruly boy, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.
Wang Bodang also glanced at him and understood Lin Lei's intention in saying this.
"Are you talking about us?" A clear and sweet laughter came from a boulder on the north side of the venue.
I saw a girl with a mask sitting on the boulder at some point. A brown cloak covered her body, making her appear to be integrated with the rock. Only a pair of slender legs were exposed outside the cloak.
Zhao Long frowned slightly and looked at the girl sitting less than five feet away from him.
Wang Bodang was more direct, a solemn look gradually appeared in his eyes, and he asked in a deep voice: "When did you come?"
The girl did not answer the strong boy's question, but stood up from the boulder, jumped to Yi Xifeng's side, and said with a smile: "The good show is never absent, it's just that it comes late!"
After that, without waiting for Lin Lei's reply, he stood up and rushed towards the other party.
The unruly boy's eyes flashed sharply, and he held the straight knife horizontally in his hand, ready to face the masked girl.
Li Xintian's movements were light and he was already fighting with Lin Lei while moving around.
Yi Xifeng saw that although the girl did not hold a weapon, a set of palm skills was very systematic in defeating her, and her opponent could not take her down for a while.
At this time, Lin Lei was even more angry. He thought that among the seven people participating in this martial arts competition, his own strength was among the top three. Zhao Long aside, his strength should be on par with Wang Bo's.
Who would have thought that Lin Fenghuo, who was three years younger than him, would have understood the power of the sword so early. What made him even more unhappy was that a pariah and an abandoned baby whom he had never looked down on could be on par with him.
Thinking of this, Lin Lei's eyes gradually turned red. He turned sideways and did not use his sword to block Li Xintian's strike from the air. Instead, he allowed the opening to receive a slap with his left shoulder. He raised his right arm and slashed at the girl with his sword.
As soon as Li Xintian saw that the other party had made an opening, he became defensive in his heart and secretly mobilized his inner strength. At this moment, when he saw the sword coming, he couldn't help but let out a soft snort.
The palm that hit Lin Lei's left shoulder suddenly burst out with an astonishing force. The figure of the unruly young man was also shaken back a few steps by this sudden and huge force.
His slash was barely avoided by the girl.
"Wandering Dragon Splitting the Air Palm?" Lin Lei asked in surprise.
Li Xintian did not answer. The "Wandering Dragon Splitting the Sky Palm" she used was exactly the palm technique taught to her by Li Chengqian.
Li Chengqian has been in the world for more than 30 years and created "one punch, one palm, one skill". One of the punches refers to the "Vajra Arm Fist", one palm refers to the "Wandering Dragon Splitting the Air Palm", and one skill refers to the "Vajra Rock Technique".
Although Lin Lei was knocked back a few steps by the air-splitting palm, he was not injured.
The main reason is that Li Xintian has limited internal energy and cannot exert the true power of this move. Among unqualified warriors, fists and kicks will ultimately be unable to withstand weapons.
Li Xintian's eyes gradually showed a serious look. At this moment, Yi Xifeng came over from behind and handed over the cloth robe he had just received.
At this moment, the girl realized that although she had escaped Lin Lei's slash just now, the sword energy brought out by that sword had already torn her brown cloak, and her pair of slender legs could no longer be covered, but her skin color was darker. The early morning before dawn is not so conspicuous.
Li Xintian quickly took the cloth robe, wrapped it around his waist, and said softly: "Thank you."
"Sit back on the boulder obediently. No matter how good the show is, there must be an audience, right?" Yi Xifeng stared at Lin Lei and laughed softly.
The masked girl looked at the shy smile on his clean face and thought it was very beautiful. She couldn't help but whisper softly: "It's so beautiful!"
"What?" Yi Xifeng was slightly surprised and turned around to ask.
"Nothing, let's start!" The girl turned away her eyes and jumped back onto the boulder as if she was running away.
"You guys had a great time chatting!" Lin Lei said with a smile.
"It will be even more fun when the show starts in a moment!" the fair boy continued.
"I hope your sword will be as powerful as your mouth soon!" The unruly young man said bitterly, and then he slashed with his sword.
Yi Xifeng raised his sword to meet him, and the two started fighting again beside the cold spring and cold pool.
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When Uncle Wang saw Lin Lei taking over Yi Xifeng and Li Xintian alone, he turned to Zhao Long and Lin Fenghuo and said with a smile, "Are you two coming together?"
Lin Fenghuo laughed and said, "I've heard for a long time that Brother Bodang has excellent marksmanship. Today, I have some enlightenment. I would like to ask Brother Bodang for advice!"
"Haha, Mr. Lin has a rich family background. I am a villager from a mountainous background, and I can't even talk about asking for advice. Then I will learn Mr. Lin's clever tricks!"
Wang Bodang raised the cast-iron gun in his hand forward, cupped his hand and saluted.
Lin Fenghuo also put away his playful attitude just now, raised the straight knife forward with the blade facing inward, raised his hand and returned the salute, and said loudly: "Young Master is not worthy of mentioning, if you don't mind being your brother, you can call me brother Fenghuo. "
Wang Bodang laughed loudly and said: "Okay, okay! Brother Fenghuo, be careful!" After that, Wang Bodang came forward with his gun drawn.
Zhao Long saw that the two men were asking for advice in a rather formal manner, so he put the two straight knives back to his waist, leaned against a boulder, took off a wine gourd from his waist, and drank slowly.
