Chapter 8 Becoming famous as a true martial artist
Everyone couldn't clearly see the situation on the field, and couldn't hear any sounds, so they couldn't help but speculate.
"Hey, what do you think is going on? After the sound of the swords clashing just now, there has been no other sound."
"Who knows what the two of them are doing? Could it be that the blow just now made them faint?"
"Impossible, otherwise where did the sound of the two swords clashing come from, but looking at the previous performance, I kind of regret betting that Senior Brother Yan will win."
Everyone speculated, and Ye Jingshu's curiosity was aroused. For the first time, she asked the active pharmacist Miao: "Brother Miao, can you see clearly what happened on the field?"
Medicine Master Miao was flattered, but he couldn't seize the opportunity given to him. After all, the field was filled with smoke and dust. If he wasn't in the middle of a battle, no one could see the situation clearly. However, he didn't want to lose face, so he adopted another method.
I saw Medicine Master Miao closing his eyes, and after a moment he said: "Although I can't see clearly, I can feel it with my soul. The strong internal energy fluctuations from the beginning are gradually weakening, especially for Junior Brother Yan. See Come on, your guess must be accurate."
"My guess? Are you saying Yi Xifeng wins?" Ye Jingshu said.
"Otherwise, wouldn't you have been optimistic about him from the beginning?" Medicine Master Miao said with a cold tone.
Ye Jingshu did not answer this time, but remained silent, which made Medicine Master Miao think that she was jealous for a moment and had made a mistake. She hurriedly said: "Junior Sister, you have the same opinion as me. In fact, I felt Yi Xi from the first time they fought. Feng has a greater chance of winning, after all, Junior Brother Yan has used all his special moves, but there is nothing unique about the moves that Yi Xifeng dealt with."
"Um."
Seeing her brief reply, Pharmacist Miao didn't want to talk anymore, so he didn't say anything.
On the field, the two of them still maintained their previous postures, fighting each other's inner strength.
"What's the name of this move?" Yi Xifeng suddenly asked.
Yan Xiaoqing was surprised. After such a level of inner strength, the other party could still speak. You should know that the anger was released as soon as he opened his mouth. Although the other party's tone was not as relaxed as before, it was still unexpected. He didn't expect it, so he didn't want to be outdone. Instead of using the soul to transmit sound, he gasped: "The wind...is calm...the waves are calm."
"It's a calm situation, and the prodigal son never returns to the sword." Yi Xifeng praised, "But, Senior Brother Yan, I'm offended."
Yan Xiaoqing's expression was stern. Before he could react, he only heard the other party shout loudly, and his whole body's true energy burst out. He instantly felt as if his chest was hit hard. His little wave was mercilessly swallowed by the other party, and he also Unable to hold on any longer, he flew out.
Yi Xifeng gasped for breath. Although he won the battle, looking at the other party's figure, he couldn't help but admire him in his heart. Besides, this person had the same temperament as him, and he didn't dislike him too much, even though the two of them had had many differences before. Conflict, but if you think about it from someone else's perspective, if you were Yan Xiaoqing, you would probably do even better than him.
After the contest between the two ended, the dust on the field slowly dispersed. Everyone's eyes widened, and they saw Yan Xiaoqing covering her chest with her hands on her face, looking very embarrassed, while Yi Xifeng was not much better, and her clothes They were also dirty and messy, but they looked much better than the other party.
"Senior Brother Yan, who of you won?" One person asked the question that everyone was most concerned about.
Yan Xiaoqing smiled bitterly and was about to tell the result. Unexpectedly, Yi Xifeng was the first to say, "Senior Brother Yan's Prodigal Son's Sword of No Return is really powerful. The blow just now made me feel like I was falling apart. In this game, we It’s evenly divided, and there’s a long way to go. It seems that we still need to work harder to practice and strive to have a winner next time.”
The vast majority of people who supported Yan Xiaoqing cheered when they heard this. However, Yan Xiaoqing looked at Yi Xifeng blankly. He was not stupid. He understood that this was the face given to him. Now that he thinks about it, the other party What he said before about not having any feelings for Ye Jingshu between men and women was true. He couldn't help but feel enlightened and laughed.
"Junior Brother Yi, since you said so, I will have to practice more diligently in the future. You can break through to the level of Xiaoqiang in a short period of time, which makes me feel even more stressed. However, I will definitely defeat you next time. Yan Xiaoqing pretended to be relaxed and carefree.
As the saying goes, if you don't climb the stairs, you are a fool.
Yan Xiaoqing is such a docile donkey. As soon as Yi Xifeng gave him face, he naturally became more cheerful and liked him more. The relationship between the two also eased a lot. There was no tension as before. Everyone He also glanced at Yi Xifenggao.
"As a newly promoted inner disciple, Yi Xifeng is really not an easy person to be able to tie with Senior Brother Yan."
"It seems that this humble disciple does have his strength. The gossip he had about him before was probably just jealousy."
"Leng Mianwang's strength is enough. Now that there is Yi Xifeng who can compete with Senior Brother Yan, I'm afraid this humble family will have a bright future in the future."
Zhang Yuetian and other disciples from the humble sect were overjoyed to see Yi Xifeng's tie, which was much beyond their expectations. Even Wang Haitao, who had always had a cold face, smiled. As soon as Yi Xifeng came to them, all the disciples He stepped forward, lifted him up, and threw him high into the sky.
Li Xintian looked on, smiled and clapped his hands and said, "Brother Xifeng, you are so awesome!"
Everyone on the field thought that the two were tied, but there were only two people who couldn't hide it, and that was Miao Yaoshi and Ye Jingshu. Just by looking at the expressions of the two after the battle, they expected that Yan Xiaoqing must have lost to the other party. In the former's heart, I also vaguely felt an indescribable threat.
Ye Jingshu looked at Yi Xifeng with a look of admiration in her eyes and murmured: "What is the origin of Yi Xifeng? It's incredible."
Medicine Master Miao trembled when he heard this, and an uncontrollable anger surged into his heart. He could see that the woman he loved in front of him was already interested in this boy Yi Xifeng. This was not a good sign. After thinking about it, he realized She couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. In terms of strength, how could that boy be her opponent? Besides, she was also a famous disciple in Zhenwu Dao Hall. Why did Ye Jingshu never pay attention to herself, but to Yi Xifeng, who had no emotions at all? Woolen cloth.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he actually left Ye Jingshu alone without caring about her. After all, no one could bear it if he devoted himself to one person for a long time, but that person showed no response and instead fell in love with someone else.
"Okay, okay, let me down quickly." Yi Xifeng begged for mercy.
"Brother Yi, you are so proud of our humble family. I have to treat you to a nice drink today." Zhang Yuetian said, "We, the humble family, will not return home until we are drunk today."
Wang Haitao did not speak, but gave Yi Xifeng a thumbs up, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
