The opening of the conference was naturally accompanied by a passionate speech.
This year's martial arts conference was the turn of the Jianzong to host, and the person recommended by the Jianzong was a middle-aged swordsman. After the opening remarks, he officially entered the competition.
The competition system is also very simple. Draw lots to decide the opponent.
The so-called layman sees the excitement, while the expert sees the door.
After Lu Feng carefully observed the competition in the ring, he soon discovered that there were many differences between those who grew up in the wild and those disciples who had been training under the guidance of the sect since childhood.
My basic skills and other foundations are not as solid as theirs, and apart from the Yin Yang Qian Kun Kung Fu, the only Kung Fu I practice is the Eagle Claw Kung Fu, and I lack more means to fight against enemies and protect myself.
"Keke, I think Mr. Lu is also a martial artist. I wonder if the martial arts of these disciples in the arena can be recognized by Mr. Lu?"
Leng Yu approached Lu Feng as he spoke. The fragrance was sultry, not to mention that Lu Feng was a vigorous young man and Leng Yu was a goblin who specialized in seducing people's hearts. He practiced the art of harvesting yang and replenishing yin.
Hua Mei has already told Lu Feng that his type is Leng Yu's best choice for training. Moreover, she is also a jerk, very strong and likes to abuse others. Many people have been tortured to death by her.
In the public eye, Lu Feng represented the official family's face, so it was naturally impossible for him to flirt with her in public.
Feeling the comfort of his right arm pressing against Leng Yu's big white rabbit, Lu Feng said seriously: "With the guidance of an expert in the sect, it will certainly be better than a wild guy like me in every aspect."
"It turns out that Mr. Lu is self-taught. Judging from my experience, those of them who grew up in the sect may not be as good as those who fight in the world."
"This river and lake is mostly about fighting. Compared with the killing skills, they are naturally inferior to them. But their advantage is that they have rich resources and can catch up with the people in the river and lake."
"Master Lu is right."
On the martial arts field, there was a wonderful fight with swords, guns, sticks, and bare hands.
As the host announced the end of the game and preparations for the next game began, Lu Feng saw Song Qing coming on the stage with her sword in hand, looking high-spirited and presentable.
"This Song Qing has already entered the Mahayana, and with the personal teaching of his father Song Zhiyuan, his swordsmanship is very exquisite, and he has few opponents among his peers."
Leng Yu explained to Lu Feng.
"I think he is not what he looks like. He is just a hypocrite." Miao Fengjiao snorted.
Lu Feng smiled and said nothing.
After Song Qing came on stage, he bowed his hands in all directions and was very polite and reserved.
Regarding the direction of Zhujian Villa, he took a few more glances, and his eyes always fell on He Xuejiao.
It's a pity that He Xuejiao didn't bother to look at him and only played with the jade pendant that Lu Feng gave her just now.
Another person who received the same treatment was Lu Feng.
Song Qing turned to look at Lu Feng, with extremely unfriendly eyes and a condescending attitude.
If this were in his own territory, Lu Feng would give this kind of person some color.
It happened to be a disciple of Zhujian Villa who was fighting against Song Qing. As soon as this disciple came up, he had a grimace and said, "I hope Senior Brother Song will show mercy."
Song Qing's strength is obvious to all the younger generation, and it's not a shame to say so.
"Hahaha, Junior Brother Qin, please."
As soon as the drums sounded, the two sides fought.
After ten moves, Song Qing deservedly won.
"Senior Brother Song's swordsmanship is exquisite, and Junior Brother is ashamed of himself."
"Hahaha, Junior Brother Qin's sword skills have also improved. I just rely on practicing for a longer time."
Song Qing was a man of gentle manners and good martial arts. Most people present had a favorable impression of Song Qing.
"Bah, hypocrite." Miao Feng complained while cracking melon seeds.
Lu Feng said amusedly: "Why do you have such a problem with him? Logically speaking, a handsome and handsome man like him should be very suitable for you little girls."
Although he didn't quite understand what Lu Feng said, Miao Feng didn't change his words.
"He's just a hypocrite and looks disgusting."
Originally, Song Qing's competition was over, and it was time to leave the field and let the next group of opponents come up to prepare. But he ignored the host's words and turned to look at Lu Feng.
"I heard that Mr. Lu, who came from the capital to Baima City to conquer the martial arts world, is both civil and military. Song Qing is itching for skills. Please give me some advice from Mr. Lu."
When he said this, Lu Feng, who was already jealous of being able to sit in the Tianxiang Pavilion area and be surrounded by all the beauties, now became the target of public criticism.
Tech itchy? I see you are itchy. Lu Feng sneered repeatedly in his heart, and his impression of Song Qing was extremely bad.
It happened that at this time, Leng Yu, a charming person, came to fan the flames and cheer Lu Feng up.
"This is your martial arts competition. It wouldn't be good if I interfered."
"Haha, Mr. Lu is joking. It's just a competition of martial arts. How can we tell the difference so clearly. Please, Mr. Lu."
The Jianghu people hated the government, and he now spoke of Master Lu, wishing that Lu Feng would be targeted by the martial arts people present.
A dog is compared to a brat, but the Sword Sect is great?
Lu Feng glanced around and strode forward.
Miao Feng behind him was cheering him on, "Sir, beat him until he has teeth all over the floor."
"I often hear people say that if you are too strong, you will be easily broken. As a human being, it is better to be humble."
"Song has learned a lesson."
Now that Lu Feng is on stage, the host naturally has no intention of stopping this unexpected competition. With an order, the competition officially begins.
The long sword came out of the hole like a spiritual snake, approaching Lu Feng's vitals.
Lu Feng put his left hand on his back and faced the enemy with one hand.
Just when the long sword was less than a punch away from his body, Lu Feng's fingers stretched out like lightning. His index finger and middle finger clamped the tip of the sword firmly, preventing the long sword from moving forward or backward.
When Song Qing saw this, he immediately approached.
Lu Feng bent the long sword into an arc with two fingers and let go suddenly. At the same time, the internal force was transmitted to Song Qing's arm through the sword body.
The violent collision of internal forces made Song Qing's sword-holding hand numb, and his offensive was interrupted.
Lu Feng would not miss this opportunity. He put his two fingers together and used them as sword points to stab Song Qing's vitals.
Song Qing ignored his numb arms and raised his sword to block.
Unfortunately, Lu Feng turned his sword fingers into palms halfway and slapped the sword with his palm. The Yin Yang Qian Kun Kung gave Lu Feng such powerful and domineering internal strength that the sword almost broke. It bent into an exaggerated arc and hit Song Qing's body. .
Fortunately, Lu Feng only used 50% of his strength in this palm, otherwise Song Qing would definitely vomit blood if he palmed it with all his strength.
Song Qing's face looked a little ugly after falling into a disadvantage just after the fight.
"I didn't expect that Mr. Lu's martial arts attainments were not simple. It was Song who underestimated the enemy."
When Miao Feng heard this, she didn't give him face and said in the audience:
"What's the point of underestimating the enemy? If you can't defeat my master, then you can't defeat me. Why are you looking for any excuse?"
Song Qing's expression turned extremely ugly at this moment.
However, he had perfected his self-restraint skills, and his expression quickly softened, unmoved.
"Master Lu, be careful next time, the sword has no eyes."
