A few days have passed.
The outer disciples of the Martial Arts Academy have been preparing for the competition since early in the morning. In the middle of several mountain peaks, a ring with a width of more than ten meters has been set up. There are tables and chairs already arranged around it, and those outside can only sit on the ground.
Rumor has it that this arena is quite old, which also represents the importance attached to this competition.
Among them, the fourth prince Xiao Jingming and the fifth prince are the most eye-catching among the new disciples of the martial arts academy, followed by Lu Yuntian and other more talented ones.
Of course, it is not impossible for someone to conceal their own strength.
People from other countries also come to the Martial Arts Academy, but for the powerful Xiao family dynasty, these people can only rank behind.
Most of the disciples responsible for preparing these have stayed at the Martial Arts Academy all year round but have no qualifications. They have the deepest feelings for the Martial Arts Academy and are the most attached to the Martial Arts Academy.
The youngest is only twenty.
As the sun began to rise, a man in plain clothes came to the front carrying a chair belonging to an elder.
The outer disciple had a bare head, and those who didn't know thought he was a monk.
But this person just shaved his hair because he didn't want to waste time washing his hair.
Even if it caused others to laugh, he didn't take it seriously.
When pursuing martial arts, pursue it with all your heart, rather than half-heartedly.
This man has a pure heart.
A few dozen meters away.
A figure waved a fan and sat down next to Lu Feng, who was staring at him. Yun Luohong suddenly felt bored when he noticed that it was an inconspicuous outer disciple.
Some people can see the clues, but he thinks it's a waste of time if he knows at a glance that it won't work.
"What's so good about this person? It's better for the young Marquis to teach me martial arts."
Lu Feng picked his ears and was not impatient with his words, so he reiterated his words.
"How many times have I told you, you have to ask my father about this, or you can ask your father to ask the emperor."
No one is omnipotent, and it is already very difficult for him to practice Reiki.
If I try martial arts again, I might be crushed at such a young age.
As for today's big competition, Lu Feng had already received the news before, and Mu Yanxue had people secretly arrange it. The first match would be between him and Mu Yanxue.
When it comes to the whole matter, Lu Feng thinks she is a good expert.
The fifth elder must have noticed that he took the white tiger away. Now he must be struggling to find the trace of the white tiger. After all, if he finds it, he can confirm who his good "master" died at.
It's a pity that White Tiger Lu Feng let him stay with the great elder.
Even if the fifth elder knew about this, he would probably have no choice but to swallow his breath.
Who told the fifth elder to be unclean behind his back?
I heard Yun Luohong next to me ask:
"If you admit defeat, do you really want to give up the position of the Marquis?"
Lu Feng looked confused when he heard this. When did he agree?
"Hahaha, I knew it!"
Mu Yanxue's calculation was wrong. If emotional matters were too wishful, there would be no good results.
People around him looked at Yun Luohong's laughter strangely.
The same was true for the bald outer disciple who happened to pass by Lu Feng. Lu Feng happened to raise his head and glance at him. Their eyes collided and Lu Feng smiled at him.
Outer disciple Xu Zhe saw Lu Feng smiling at him and naturally smiled back.
After a brief exchange, Yun Luohong glanced at the outer disciple and whispered:
"I will inform the young Marquis about this person's situation after we are done here. As long as it is the person that the young Marquis wants to know, Yun will not let you down."
When he was young, he called himself Yun.
But Yun Luohong, the historian's father, did have this ability.
Lu Feng did not refuse, so Yun Luohong stood up and left.
As soon as he left, Meng Ziyan came over.
"Lu Feng, when did your relationship with him become so good? This man is a fox. We can't play with him."
At first he wanted to come over and saw that the two seemed to be having a good conversation, so he didn't come forward.
Meng Ziyan and Lu Feng were already familiar with the matter of speaking ill of others behind their backs, so they didn't have much scruples. Even when Yun Luohong appeared, Meng Ziyan didn't panic at all.
This is what he learned from Lu Feng, and he is thicker-skinned than anyone else.
"Do you think I'll let others take advantage of me? Everyone gets what they want. How has your master treated you recently?"
Lu Feng asked.
If you had already inquired, you would know that he and Meng Ziyan were good friends, and your attitude would be much better.
Meng Ziyan was dejected and stretched out his trembling hand, wanting to cry but without tears.
"I was given more weight and changed to five hours."
Originally, Meng Ziyan was still an undistinguished person. He had been depressed for a long time during this period, and he was a bit unsatisfied in front of Lu Bao.
Furthermore, he thought that there was a big gap between him and Lu Feng, but in the end, he even rode the tiger, and he was still climbing the mountain stupidly.
Why……
The only gratifying thing is that I have initially understood what martial arts is and am already a warrior.
"By the way, Mu Yanxue seems to be here."
As soon as he said these words, Lu Feng saw the girl surrounded by several people over there, sitting down in the seat that belonged to the elder disciple.
Each elder's disciples are different, and only direct descendants can sit on them.
It seems that the disciple chosen by the Fifth Elder is Mu Yanxue.
However, the secret disciples will not be exposed easily by the elders, and these have nothing to do with their ordinary disciples.
Mu Yanxue, who was sitting in front, turned back and looked at Lu Feng over there displeased.
Seeing her look, Lu Feng had no choice but to stop squatting in this position that did not belong to him. After all, he was still a direct descendant of an elder.
Who allowed him to be the only disciple under his master?
"Ah? Are you going now?"
Meng Ziyan was a little disappointed and thought he could chat for a while longer.
"I'll try to make my jumps look more cool when the time comes!"
After saying this, Lu Feng slowly walked forward along the road, his swaying appearance looked like he was really useless to the hundreds of disciples.
Wherever Lu Feng passed by, there were disciples talking about it.
"If I was treated so humiliatingly in public, it would be absolutely impossible for me to appear in this competition."
"I'm afraid you don't know that Lu Feng is the son of Lu Qingtian. When he was in the capital, he looked like Xiao Yangba. How can you be said to be like this quietly?"
"Yes, if my father was also Lu Qingtian, I might be even more arrogant than him, hahaha..."
Most of the disciples in front are new to the martial arts academy this year. As for last year, they were still preparing for their competition and had no time to deal with the affairs of these juniors.
However, Lu Qingtian's status in their hearts was still very high, and a few senior brothers were particularly concerned about Lu Feng's movements.
Gu Linhu didn't come, but several other elders had already arrived.
Lu Feng sat down calmly, looking more serious at this time.
