That night, Feng Xiaohan turned into a spirit cross-legged, and was also thinking.

There are sixteen days left before the exact time of the competition. Na Lou Tingyu is perfect in the spiritual transformation, and he is the lowest in the spiritual transformation. Whether it is the subtleties of the use of vitality or the thickness, he is better than himself.

I can use a mountain boxing technique from Changming Sect, and the essence of it has been stored in my heart, but this is only basic martial arts, and it is the foundation for practicing more profound and profound martial arts in the future.

Lou Tingyu has been practicing at Qingzhu Peak for several years and should be able to do this boxing technique.

The second is weapons. He has always hunted with bare hands, and his most commonly used tools are stones and wooden sticks. Even if he is given a peerless magic sword, he may not be able to use it freely. Compared with Lou Tingyu, who has elegant sword skills, it is not enough to see.

Although he likes to defeat the enemy with the strengths of the enemy, the time is too short now, so he can only find another way.

His only chance of winning at the moment is his solid skin, powerful power, and agility comparable to that of a monkey.

No matter how you look at it, the chances of winning are not high.

Lou Tingyu thinks so, and He Xirou thinks so too.

But some people don't think so.

After listening to the report from the diners, Chen Feng laughed and clapped his hands and praised: "One of these two little stinky guys is straight, and he says something, the other one knows nothing, he only knows to face the enemy and severely damage his opponent. I like the tip of the needle against the wheat.

"Feng Xiaohan is the closed disciple of Qingzhu Peak. If he loses, wouldn't he lose your face? Lou Tingyu is not someone who cares about other people's face."

The diners sighed, "And if he really beat Feng Xiaohan to pieces, what should he do?"

"Do you just believe that Lou Ting Yu will win?"

"What about that?"

The difference between the two is very obvious, not to mention that Lou Tingyu often competes with disciples of Zhufeng, has rich experience in facing the enemy, and has a considerable attainment in swordsmanship.

"Feng Xiaohan was born in the wilderness. It can be said that since he had memories to the present, he has always been facing life threats. No one can easily win a young man who grew up in this state of mind."

Chen Feng said seriously: "He has experienced more battles than the total experiences of the disciples from both mountains inside and outside Qingzhu Peak, not to mention that he is a genius and a fighting genius with miracles."

After thinking about it, I thought it made sense, but I was still a little worried. In his opinion, one side was the closed disciple brought back by the ancestor elder Guo Mingzhe, and the other side was the head's nephew. No matter who had any accidents in the battle, Qingzhufeng was not easy to explain.

Chen Feng seemed to see his concerns and smiled and said, "This competition is Qingzhufeng's own business and has nothing to do with outsiders. And no matter what the result is, it is their own choice."

He shook his head, turned around and went out, and returned to the diner's residence.

Chen Feng looked at the starry sky outside the window, picked up a sword book on the desk, and started to read it carefully.

...

The next day, He Xirou brought Feng Xiaohan to a remote corner of Qingzhu Peak.

I saw three small thatched huts on the open space, surrounded by six purple bamboos and eight green bamboos.

He Xirou told him that this is where Chen Feng lives. It is said that the six purple bamboos mean the six harmony of heaven and earth, and the eight green bamboos mean the eight wildernesses within the universe.

And Chen Feng lives in the center and does not hide his great ambitions.

He was still wearing a white robe, and his hair was not tied up with a hairband. He just scattered it casually, and he was indescribably elegant and graceful.

At this moment, he was sitting lazily on a huge rock, with a bamboo sword on his left hand and a gourd in his right hand. The fragrance of wine was everywhere, and he was attracted to him from time to time.

He Xirou bowed slightly, saluted respectfully, and said, "I'll pay my respects to the master."

Chen Feng nodded, looked at Feng Xiaohan, with a faint smile on his lips.

He Xirou gave him a wink. After a long time, he reacted and bowed and said, "Please pay tribute to the master."

This was what He Xirou taught him yesterday, saying that this is a ritual for the younger generation, and he should bow to the elders when he meets an elder, especially to the master.

Feng Xiaohan felt that this was too troublesome. He first had to stand straight, straighten his clothes and dust, then put his hands on his chest, leaned forward slowly, and could not look directly at the other person. He had to look at his feet to show that as a junior, he did not dare to look at the elders, otherwise he would be disrespectful.

The wind and cold are already washed up when the sun rises. At this time, I wear a clean dress and salute upright, and I look like a junior who knows etiquette.

Chen Feng nodded and smiled, "Xiao Rouer, use the Wanqiu sword technique first, let me see how much you have improved in the past few days."

Although He Xirou was busy with official duties every day during his retreat, she would meditate on time and take two hours to practice swords, not daring to delay her homework.

He signaled Feng Xiaohan to stand aside and then pulled out the sword at his waist, and a sword flower appeared on his wrist. The sword flowed in her hands like a pool of autumn water, and the sword light illuminated the entire venue.

He Xirou raised his hands with a clear finger, pointed the sword tip forward, then pulled upwards, drawing a magnificent sword arc, and the sword energy suddenly soared into the sky. The three feet of dust in front of her were thrown into the air, and a deep and straight sword mark appeared on the ground.

The first move of Wanqiu Sword is to pull Wu hook.

With the sword force of He Xirou, the whole set of Wanqiu swords suddenly sprinkled out like flowing water. For a moment, the sword energy in the field was crisscrossed with cold light. The dust thrown into the air was caught by the continuous sword energy, and the cut was even more shattered until it turned into dust.

These dust was blown in the air by the wind brought by the sword energy, and gradually formed a scene of a hill standing on the water surface.

There is a huge island far away, a lake on the island, and a small hill in the lake, this is Wanqiu.

Wanqiu Sword has a total of forty-eight styles,

Pull Wu Gou,

Cloud-covering sun,

Coral ice,

Sitting alone on the lonely peak...

In He Xirou's hands, he is extremely light and lofty, ethereal and agile, and can move forward and retreat freely when facing the enemy, and be both offensive and defenseful.

In particular, the last move "Hanging the Wind and Rain" is condensed into a front line, bursting out with amazing power, and is inspired by the turmoil of the wind and rain, and is all brought to his arms.

I saw the dust in the sky turning into a thread with the tip of He Xirou's sword, shooting out and entering the bamboo forest.

In the bamboo forest, small holes of the same size appeared on a row of green bamboos as thick as arms, which were actually penetrated by her sword.

Feng Xiaohan was dazzled by the side, and his eyes were a little confused. He was not shocked by the fact that He Xirou was dancing his sword like a lotus blooming, as if he was descending to earth from all over the world.

Instead, when he was immersed in his heart, he drew his sword and showed a sword flower.

There was also a shadow in his heart, drawing a sword, wrist and a sword flower, then he picked up the sword force and used the Wu hook...

When He Xirou pointed his last sword and condensed Feng Chen into a line, Feng Xiaohan pointed his right finger and heard a "swish" sound, and a sharp breath ejected out.
Chapter completed!