Chapter 1276: Let you see the difference clearly
"Master, don't compare with him. He cast this iron bag and he is very familiar with it."
Man Zhongli's anxious roar could be heard across half of the martial arts arena.
Ning Xiang also anxiously tried to dissuade Lu Feng from the side. She also whispered that she should not use this method and directly ask for it in the name of the sect. If it didn't work, she would make it known to the world and let the entire soul master world take a look at Qi Sect's behavior.
Lu Feng naturally knew that this could frighten the Qi Sect and demand Man Zhongli's return. However, seeing the upright and pedantic attitude of the Master of Sword Hall, he did not dare to take this risk. If he was pushed into a hurry , I can't guarantee that I will directly take Man Zhongli away from the Qi Sect and go back to the mountains and forests.
In order to take Man Zhongli back without any worries, the Sword Hall Master had to deal with it head-on no matter what, so that he could completely give up the idea of taking Man Zhongli back.
"Stop talking nonsense," the Master of the Sword Hall glared at Man Zhongli in displeasure, "Since you don't want to be my master, you insist on following this young boy to your death. Today I will let you see the difference clearly!"
Man Zhongli was dissatisfied and shouted: "You old guy is so old and you still bully the younger ones. How shameless!"
"How presumptuous!" The Master of the Sword Hall snorted coldly: "Your master has said before that his seniority is equal to that of my master. From this point of view, in this fight, he still takes advantage!"
Lu Feng came to the martial arts arena with a cold face and confirmed: "Will you accept the iron bag you threw and you will no longer be stubborn?"
"You can answer it later!" The sword hall master shouted arrogantly: "If you see those two big circles on the field, go and stand there."
Ning Xiang stopped him and said, "This is unfair. If you throw dozens of iron bags at the master at once, the master will not be able to catch them no matter how talented he is!"
"Why are you so anxious! I haven't finished speaking yet!" The Master of the Sword Hall said to Lu Feng with a straight face: "When I throw the iron bag at you, you must throw it back to me as soon as possible after catching it. You are not allowed to move or stay in the air. Whoever fails to catch the iron bag first and causes the iron bag to fall to the ground will be considered the loser."
"Wait, wait," Ning Xiang said anxiously, "What if you deliberately threw one to the east and the other to the west?"
The master of the sword hall added: "The iron bag must land within the circle. If it falls outside the circle, the thrower will lose."
Ning Xiang asked again: "What about the number of iron packages?"
"There are no rules!" The sword hall master smiled proudly: "Only in this way, with the superposition of numbers, can the winner be determined in the shortest time."
Lu Feng glanced at the two large circles on the field. They were both about four or five meters in diameter and about twenty or thirty meters apart from each other.
Bao Xiuwu's figure came back from a distance at this time.
Walking with him were two figures, an old man and a young man.
The old man has silver hair all over his head and a white goatee. He is tall and tall but has no obvious muscle lines. Instead, he looks a bit bloated, as if he has not practiced for a long time.
Lu Feng subconsciously glanced at the person who came, and seeing the respectful attitude of Xiu Wu on his side, he understood that this person was probably the old master of the Qi Sect.
Turning to look at the young woman who came with the old man.
Lu Feng looked at the familiar plump figure and face and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
Although he knew from Jun Manlou's information that the old sect leader had a granddaughter, he didn't pay much attention to it because there was no detailed record. But at the moment, it seemed that the granddaughter was Wen Ningsi?
Isn't Wen Ningsi a disciple of Ti Zong who has been practicing in Ti Zong since childhood?
Lu Feng expressed his confusion. She had just left Jianxu not long ago. How could she be here if she didn't go back to Ti Zong?
After the old sect master and Wen Ningsi appeared, they did not intervene in the fight between the sword hall master and Lu Feng, but stood silently beside Man Zhongli.
The master of the Knife Hall in the distance also leaned over when he saw this, but he did not greet him as respectfully as the other disciples. He didn't even call him 'master' or 'sect leader', he just raised his hand symbolically, his expression Ice cold.
From a distance, it looks like a father and son who are having trouble.
The Master of the Sword Hall had already arrived in the large circle of the martial arts field. He couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw the appearance of the old sect master. In his opinion, the latter had not paid attention to the affairs of the sect for many years. It's really strange to be interested.
But because of this, a more serious look appeared on his face.
"Sisi, there's nothing good to see here. Go back with grandpa. Grandpa will prepare some delicious food for you, right?"
The old sect leader eagerly coaxed the woman beside him.
Wen Ningsi shook her head, without showing much good looks, and said with a cold face: "If you want to go back, go back by yourself. I want to see Senior Brother Lu here."
"Senior Brother Lu?" The old sect leader raised his eyebrows and said happily: "Does Sisi like that young man?"
"What are you talking about!" Wen Ningsi frowned and said unhappily: "I came here because my two senior brothers, Xiong and Tang, call him brothers."
The old sect leader sighed regretfully after hearing this, and turned to look at Lu Feng casually.
"If you throw a bag of iron with little Gubi, he has no chance of winning."
Wen Ningsi said in surprise: "Uncle Gu is very good at this?"
The old sect leader said: "This is not for fun, it is something to train his strength. He can throw up to seven iron bags back and forth with others."
Man Zhongli was close to Lin, and he heard that the old sect master looked down upon his master. He was dissatisfied and interrupted at the right time: "There are only seven, isn't it good?"
The old sect master smiled for a moment and said, "Did you know that the weight of these iron bags are different, and the force to control each iron bag needs to change accordingly. It is normal for a slight accident, slow reaction, injury of menstruation and broken bones, and in serious cases, even It will put a load on the meridians, and not many of my disciples can throw five."
Man Zhongli said contemptuously: "Then you are too weak to control your strength. My brothers and sisters can easily control five or six."
Bao Xiuwu interjected: "Everyone can talk big words. You have to know that the lightest iron bags in our sect are only a few kilograms, while the heaviest ones weigh hundreds or even thousands of kilograms. From the outside, they have nothing to do with each other." You can't sense the difference between reality and reality. You can only distinguish the severity at the moment when you take it into your hand, and you can only exert the corresponding strength at that moment..."
Man Zhongli was shocked for a moment, and a trace of worry flashed across his face. The difference between the sandbags they threw during daily practice was only a few dozen kilograms. Even so, sometimes they were so tired that they almost couldn't adapt to Cha Qi. It was hard to imagine the difference of several hundred kilograms. What an amazing amount of adaptability it takes to take it on.
Considering the terrifying strength of the sword hall master and the throwing power, the gap would probably be more than a few hundred kilograms.
At this moment, the sword hall master on the field had already thrown the third iron bag.
Before that, he deliberately chose the lightest iron bag as a start. He wanted Lu Feng to adapt to the light weight, so that when he picked up the second heavy iron bag, he would be overwhelmed and staggered. The embarrassing scene of lying down.
But he didn't expect that after throwing the second iron bag, Lu Feng only took half a step back and bent his knees before successfully throwing it back.
The amazing reaction and adaptability revealed during this period made the Master of the Sword Hall a little impressed.
Therefore, when the third iron bag joined the battle, the sword hall master stopped holding back and poured a strong throwing power into the iron bag, which increased the weight difference between each iron bag to a higher level. level.
But unexpectedly, Lu Feng still took it very easily.
This made the Master of the Sword Hall start to look solemn, and the number of iron bags he threw gradually began to increase.
"This kid..." The old sect leader squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the battle situation in the distance, and murmured to himself: "The Qinghe Sect's force-relieving method is actually used in a good way."
"Qinghe Sect?" Master Sword Hall and Hua Xiuwu were shocked at the same time, "He actually has something to do with Qinghe Sect?"
The two of them stared at Lu Feng on the field. After a closer look, they noticed that there was a thin spiritual energy surrounding him. The spiritual energy seemed to have condensed into a thread-like river, flowing continuously around Lu Feng.
The moment before he picked up the iron bags, they seemed to have fallen into the river and their strength had softened a bit. With the help of his spiritual energy, he could identify the specific weight and unloaded them while sliding down the river of spiritual energy. After losing the power of throwing, it continued to flow along the path of the spiritual energy river for a short period, and was thrown back with the remaining strength.
The whole movement is unusually skillful and light, as elegant and indifferent as a meandering water cup, and even gives people a feeling of effortlessness and no consumption.
"Xiao Gu wants to win, but I'm afraid he has to act rogue."
The old sect leader sighed and glanced at the many iron packages on the edge of the martial arts arena.
At this time, there were as many as six iron bags thrown back and forth between the Sword Hall Master and Lu Feng, but both of them performed with ease.
It was only when the seventh iron bag was added that the relaxed look on the Sword Hall Master's face dissipated.
But unexpectedly, Lu Feng remained very calm and composed when faced with the addition of the seventh iron bag, which made the Master of the Sword Hall frown.
It also surprised everyone who was watching the fight between the two.
Man Zhongli was the first to say proudly: "I just said that the master is amazing! Just seven are not a big deal. Now you know what I said is not a big lie!"
Hua Xiuwu had a sullen face and hesitated to respond in shock. Lu Feng's performance really shocked him.
Because of his pride, Man Zhongli's loud voice also reached the ears of the Sword Hall Master.
Under this stimulation, the sword hall master's face became extremely ugly, like a jealous and resentful woman.
After the iron bag in his hand was shaken, he shouted to Lu Feng: "I don't want to overwhelm you with my strength to win, but you have also said that you and I are different in generation, so it is reasonable for me, the 'junior', to take advantage of you. As it should be!"
The moment the words fell, the figure of the sword hall master suddenly stepped into the air from the circle, and slapped back several iron packages that were thrown in the air.
Seeing this scene, Lu Feng's expression suddenly froze. They were originally standing on the ground, basically intercepting the iron bag on the way and throwing it back. However, the master of the Sword Hall undoubtedly shortened the time for the iron bag to fall. It also speeds up the speed at which the iron bag flies back.
In almost an instant, Lu Feng faced the seven iron bags that were slapped back at the same time. Although they fell in sequence, due to the force of the throwing that was deliberately controlled by the master of the sword hall, if he was still standing on the ground, he would probably be hit. The moment the iron bag fell, he faced seven iron bags at the same time.
And if you learn to fly into the air, you will not be able to fly for a long time due to the limited strength of the Heavenly Soul Realm, and it will be difficult to hit all the iron packets in mid-air at the same time.
"What a good plan!"
A coldness flashed in Lu Feng's eyes. Originally, there were seven iron bags thrown back and forth on the field. As long as he maintained a good rhythm of counterattack, he basically only needed to catch at most three or four at the same time. At that level, he could still rely on the Qinghe Sect. Take over with the force-relieving means.
If the number increased to seven at once, he would not be able to react with such a reduction of force. This would undoubtedly block his way to release the force and fight back.
