On the arena, Song Qingshu circled around Han Feng in the center along the edge of the arena.
As he rotated around Han Feng, his seemingly light and gentle eyes were scanning the key points around Han Feng's body at extremely high speed.
At the same time, the spiritual power in his body was secretly dormant, ready to take action at any time.
However, what made Song Qingshu find it strange was that Han Feng clearly maintained the "looking into the distance with his hands behind his hands" throughout the whole process without even turning his head.
But no matter where he is from any angle, he is even standing behind Han Feng.
The "sense of voyeurism" that someone was staring at him still didn't disappear, making him frightened and unable to take action.
After circling Han Feng for three consecutive weeks, Song Qingshu never found a suitable opportunity to take action.
Under the ring, the disciples from Tianyuan Academy couldn't help but feel surprised, and they all started talking about why Senior Brother Song didn't take action to defeat this person. Could it be that he was deliberately letting off steam?
Hearing the discussion from the crowd, Song Qingshu on the stage couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Looking at the figure in the center of the ring, motionless as a mountain, seemingly full of flaws, but seemingly without flaws, the calm expression on his face finally stiffened a bit.
"Snapped!"
Song Qingshu put away the folding fan in his hand and smiled calmly at Han Feng.
"Since Brother Han refuses to make the first move, then... I have no choice but to show my shame first."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingshu stood on the ground with his feet, his figure was light and swift, like a "spirit fox treading on the snow", and he suddenly rushed straight towards Han Feng. He ran three steps in front of Han Feng, and then he jumped up.
Song Qingshu's feet were like lightning, and he took more than ten steps a few feet away from the door in front of Han Feng. The strong wind was rolling towards Han Feng.
But Han Feng didn't even blink his eyelids. He regarded the opponent's attack in front of him as if it were nothing, and still looked ahead calmly.
In the end, Song Qingshu's offensive did not really fall on Han Feng.
Instead, he jumped up and flew over Han Feng's head. This attack turned out to be just a feint from Song Qingshu.
I thought I could use this to force Han Feng to take the initiative and find the opponent's flaws, but I didn't expect that the opponent's determination was so amazing and he was not moved at all.
The moment his figure fell down again, Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't believe this evil.
His body suddenly turned sharply and flew towards Han Feng again. He flew into the air and was several feet away from Han Feng again, but Han Feng remained motionless.
Song Qingshu landed on the ground, and with just a slight click, he flew towards Han Feng again.
Going back and forth like this for more than ten times, passing by Han Feng every time, Song Qingshu deliberately created various energy fluctuations and violent sounds to intimidate Han Feng into taking action.
Unexpectedly, Han Feng kept moving and remained motionless from beginning to end.
Even his eyes have become ethereal, seeming to be immersed in the "clouds and mountains" in the distant sky.
Seeing this situation, Song Qingshu couldn't help but breathe slightly heavier. It was no longer possible to stay calm, and he was already very impatient.
But at this moment, Han Feng, who was looking at the "mountains, rivers, clouds and seas" in the distance with his hands behind his hands, suddenly started chanting.
"The water and sky are all one color, a single shadow, and the sea of clouds is a mirage."
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At this moment, Han Feng put his hands behind his hands and looked into the distance, and he seemed to be inspired by it and began to recite a poem.
Seeing this, the crowd below the ring was in commotion, but Song Qingshu on the ring was furious.
I jumped back and forth here, trying my best to test this person, but the other person didn't respond. At this moment, he actually recited a poem in front of everyone.
The key is, reciting poems and writing poems in battle, isn't this my own patent? How dare this guy plagiarize it.
Moreover, the "artistic conception" of the poem just now is quite far-reaching, and the literary talent is even better than mine.
Compared to Han Feng's lack of reaction in the face of his own temptation, the poem that the other party suddenly recited clearly stimulated Song Qingshu more.
A hint of gloom flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, and then he smiled coldly.
"I didn't expect that Brother Han is also a member of my Taoism. The poem just now has an extraordinary artistic conception.
That being the case, I'll show off my embarrassment. "
After saying that, Song Qingshu floated up and flew directly into the sky. At the same time, he unfolded the folding fan in his hand and chanted loudly as he leaped into the air.
"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star!"
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"When you finally reach the highest peak, you will follow the Luanhe Wuyun Chariot!"
This Song Qingshu's literary talent is truly remarkable. His body rises and falls, flying over Han Feng's head, and he recites verses and verses. All of them are of great literary talent and talent!
This also caused the female disciples of Tianyuan College to scream again.
"Ah...Senior Brother Song's poems are so beautiful!"
"Senior Brother Song, you are really versatile in both civil and military affairs, as well as in both talent and appearance. I really love you...!"
"Senior Brother Song, you are so handsome, I want to give you a baby!"
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Amidst the flood of screams and confessions, Song Qingshu's heart was finally satisfied, and a proud smile appeared on his face.
Sure enough, in terms of talent, grace, and attraction to women, no one can compare with me.
In a happy mood, Song Qingshu's movement became more and more elegant, as if he was walking on the clouds.
However, just at this moment, Song Qingshu was in a comfortable mood and his figure was flying higher and higher.
In the center of the ring, the smile on Han Feng's face had completely subsided, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
But at this moment, Song Qingshu didn't notice it. He was still immersed in the extremely chic "talent display".
At this moment, he jumped up to a height of more than ten feet with one step. As he floated in the sky, he recited loudly.
"With a single breath, you can leap over thousands of mountains. You ordinary fellows, please saddle your horse for me!"
However, before the verses in his mouth were completely finished, Han Feng, who had been as motionless as a rock below, suddenly moved!
He was seen exerting force with both feet, and his body was like a cannonball, approaching Song Qingshu in mid-air at great speed.
In the blink of an eye, Han Feng was in front of Song Qingshu, only ten feet away!
This sudden scene also shocked Song Qingshu.
Although he was caught off guard, Song Qingshu relied on his extraordinary body skills and extraordinary adaptability to react instantly.
The moment Han Feng approached him, he suddenly twisted around and touched the protective light screen with one foot. He floated like a spiritual wind and moved more than ten feet away in an instant.
At this moment, Song Qingshu felt relieved and at the same time he was also very angry.
I didn't expect that the other party would suddenly interrupt me when I was in the midst of my poetry. This person is really hateful and must be taught a lesson.
Thinking of this, the spiritual power in Song Qingshu's body began to fluctuate violently.
Be prepared to launch an all-out attack on the opponent the moment you land.
As for Han Feng's initiative to launch this round of offensive against him, there is nothing to fear.
The opponent's blow missed, and his figure was suspended in mid-air, unable to use any force, so he could only fall back to where he was.
However, what Song Qingshu and all the spectators were unexpected was.
The moment Song Qingshu retreated, Han Feng, who was about to fall in the air, suddenly raised his foot and stepped hard in the void.
"boom……!"
It was obviously a foot stepping on the empty air, but it made a loud thunderous sound.
Han Feng's body miraculously moved sideways with the help of force. As fast as a bolt of lightning, he appeared in front of Song Qingshu in an instant, and swung down with a big hand.
When Song Qingshu was unprepared, Han Feng slapped the opponent directly in the face.
"Snapped……!"
An extremely clear and crisp sound resounded over the arena.
Everyone was horrified to see that Song Qingshu was slapped and turned around freely in the void.
Song Qingshu groaned and felt a burning pain on his face. Stars appeared in front of his eyes. Before he could realize what was going on, a big hand grabbed his neck.
Immediately, Song Qingshu felt a sudden spin and a strong sense of weightlessness.
next moment.
"boom……!"
There was a roar on the ring, and Song Qingshu was knocked heavily from mid-air to the center of the ring.
The next moment, Han Feng's figure appeared next to Song Qingshu like lightning.
He put his foot on the opponent's chest, leaned forward, stretched out his hands and shot left and right, and slapped Song Qingshu's face wildly!
