Lu Feng smiled lightly and raised his fingers at Song Qing, "Just let your horse come over."
With the internal strength of the Yin Yang Qian Kun Kung to support Lu Feng, and coupled with a killing move like the Eagle Claw Kung Fu, Lu Feng might not necessarily be afraid of him.
Seeing every move, Lu Feng easily neutralized Song Qing's attack.
However, Jianzong's swordsmanship was indeed exquisite. Even if Lu Feng had the upper hand, he would not be able to cause any substantial damage to Song Qing for a while.
The people in the audience were naturally watching this competition closely.
The comparison was not only about the martial arts of the two young men, but also about the power behind them. Which one was better, the government, or the martial arts school.
Neither party meant to waste time. Song Qing was eager to regain his face, and Lu Feng didn't want to be treated like a monkey.
With another move, Song Qing's sword blade cut through one of Lu Feng's cuffs.
Song Qing was overjoyed, and then used the sword techniques he had cultivated continuously, forcing Lu Feng to retreat continuously.
When Lu Feng took the last step to withdraw and was about to approach the edge of the ring, he suddenly stabilized his retreating body and used all his five fingers to exert force together.
Song Qing knew at this time that he was rushing forward, but it was too late to retreat.
Starting from the tip of the long sword to near the hilt, it was broken inch by inch by Lu Feng with the force of thunder.
Taking advantage of this, Lu Feng's other hand suddenly exerted force and hit Song Qing directly in the lower abdomen. After he retreated to the center of the ring, he couldn't stop flying backwards. Finally, he was able to stop at the edge to prevent him from falling off the ring.
"Concession." Lu Feng said.
"Hmph, I haven't lost yet." Song Qing threw away the hilt of her sword, her face looking very ugly.
He took a sudden step with his right foot and rushed towards Lu Feng.
Lu Feng is also arrogant and will not be polite to him.
Seeing that Song Qing had already hit him on the head, Lu Feng took a step forward, caught Song Qing's fist, and fought back with skillful strength.
Song Qing felt uncomfortable this time, her body flew backwards and her mouth was bleeding.
When he was about to fall off the ring, his father Song Zhiyuan caught him with his palms, taking off the strength from his body and allowing him to stand firm on the ground.
Song Qing wanted to rush forward and fight Lu Feng to the death, but Song Zhiyuan immediately stopped him, "That's enough, isn't it embarrassing?"
Song Qing's face turned green and red for a while, as if she was changing her face.
"Master Lu, Quanzi lost."
After Song Zhiyuan finished speaking, he pulled Song Qing back to the Jianzong area.
Returning to the Tianxiang Pavilion area, Lu Feng naturally received the attention of the girls.
Leng Yu couldn't see that Lu Feng could defeat Song Qing easily, and he coveted Lu Feng even more in his heart. He had the urge to tie Lu Feng to the bed and torture him.
But she had to hold back at this time. She still understood the principle that a small amount of patience would ruin a big plan.
"Young Master Lu is so handsome, I'm even a little moved by the sight of him."
"Hahaha, Pavilion Master Leng is joking. How can my three-legged cat skills compare to Pavilion Master Leng's martial arts? I'm ashamed."
The following competitions continued as usual, during which there were also some outstanding young disciples who shone in the ring.
…
Groaning female voices echoed in the room, weeping and complaining.
Lu Feng was holding Hua Mei's two jade legs that could drive men crazy on his shoulders while working hard. Hua Mei gritted her teeth, grabbed the quilt under her with both hands, and endured everything with half-open eyes.
She herself didn't know how long the two of them had been having fun. She only knew that Lu Feng had endless energy like a bull.
Hua Mei called Lu Feng, and fainted with complete satisfaction under Lu Feng's final sprint.
For a long time, Hua Mei leaned against Lu Feng's chest like a well-behaved cat, "Song Qing really doesn't know how to show appreciation today. If he hadn't been in a martial arts competition, I would have given him some love."
Lu Feng gently stroked Hua Mei's smooth back, enjoying the silky feel, and said:
"It's just a small role, he's not enough for me to remember."
Hua Mei used her jade fingers to draw circles on Lu Feng's chest and muttered:
"The pavilion master's actions today are aimed at you, but be careful. I have been in Tianxiang Pavilion for so many years, but I have never seen a man who can survive the abuse of the pavilion master. Even if he saves his life, He is delirious and acts like a fool."
"Why, you still don't believe me, your man." Lu Feng patted Hua Mei's buttocks.
"I'm just worried."
"Don't worry, now Leng Yu still thinks that I have been poisoned by your Tianxiang Pavilion's secret medicine and controlled by you. We still have a chance of winning."
Hua Mei hummed softly, "It's all up to you."
"By the way, can you help me get some skills? I still don't have enough methods to deal with the enemy now."
"It's not difficult. I will bring it to you as soon as the martial arts competition is over."
"That's good."
"But you still have to be careful about Song Qing. He is gentle on the surface, but secretly has a very dark personality. A rogue cultivator offended him before, and in a few days the rogue cultivator disappeared. I still found out through my own means. What Song Qing did secretly, his father Song Zhiyuan was not a good person either. He was arrogant and domineering in his early years, and he was also doing something secretly because of his status as an elder of the Sword Sect."
Hua Mei paused and continued,
"Both father and son will retaliate for their hatred. What's more, you are now acting as an inspector. If they attack you secretly, people in the world will only rejoice in your misfortune."
"I know this." Lu Feng closed his eyes, "As soon as the martial arts competition is over, I will find time to go to the Sword Forging Villa."
"What are you doing there?"
"There's something I need to confirm."
"Giggle, giggle, maybe you have fallen in love with that He Xuejiao. I know that a woman like He Xuejiao who looks tough on the outside but is weak on the inside is also very interesting to play with."
Snapped.
Lu Feng slapped Hua Mei's buttocks, and with one stroke, he bounced hard.
"I've said it's business, don't think wrongly."
"Yes, yes." Hua Mei snickered.
Lu Feng got on his horse and prepared to conquer again.
Hua Mei was so frightened that she protected her chest with her hands and clamped her legs around Lu Feng's waist to prevent him from moving.
"No, I've already eaten too much today, you bastard."
"One more time, just one more time."
"no."
Hua Mei firmly refused, she clapped her hands, and the two sisters in Qingyi and Suyi pushed open the door and entered.
The night flowed in outside the door, illuminating the appearance of the two women in loose pajamas.
"Master, let us sisters serve you for Sister Hua."
The door was closed, and the two women crawled into Lu Feng's arms like two loaches, presenting their best sides in front of Lu Feng's eyes.
In the Inspector's Mansion, in Lu Feng's room, a fierce battle started again.
The next day, Lu Feng still went to Zhaixingya to watch the martial arts competition. After the younger generation's competition, it was the elders' turn to compete. There was still something to watch, and maybe they could learn something.
At the same time, Lu Feng did not forget to send someone to send the written letter to the capital, and asked He Wan to get some strange copies of the exercises collected in the palace.
