"Is this Mr. Fei? He looks so polite, can he beat the Japanese?"
"How do you talk? How good is Mr. Fei's "Dragon and the Eight Parts"? The newspapers have said that Mr. Fei has real skills!"
"That's right. How can you tell if you are a master at a glance? Take Sun Lutang, he looks like an ordinary old man. Who would have thought that the old man has real skills?"
"Stop yelling, get out of the way and let Mr. Fei pass."
The crowd was divided into two parts: left and right, those in the back were noisy and stood with their feet up, watching.
Fei Jingting glanced over and saw many familiar faces. The first person was wearing official uniform, wasn't that Yang Jinglin?
Looking back, the eldest son is here, Han Muxia is here with a group of martial arts students, Li Zhizhang is here with his second uncle, and even Yang Yu is here with a group of progressive students.
"Teacher Fei! You're welcome, teach that guy a lesson!"
The voice came from the side, and when I turned my head I saw Bian Wenjie in a dress jumping up and down and waving.
Even this girl is here?
Doesn't that mean... Sure enough, Fei Jingting not only saw Guan Xiyi, but also Ni Qiufeng crowded in the crowd and looked at him sadly.
Fei Jingting greeted them one by one.
"Why does Director Yang have time to come here?"
Yang Jinglin said in awe: "I just got the news. No, I immediately postponed the afternoon meeting and supported Mr. Fei no matter what."
"You're welcome, you're welcome. How are you doing, sir?"
The eldest son smiled and said: "Mr. Fei, you are hiding it so secretly. It turns out that you were the one who wrote Long Ba Bu that day, and you still have some skills. Tsk, it's hard for you to hide it from me."
"The eldest son is too worried. I will provide an outline for the novel. The main writer is editor Pang."
"Hello, Teacher Fei!" Yang Yu came over to say hello and glanced at Yang Jinglin with an unkind expression.
"Hello, hello, classmates. Actually, you don't need to come over."
A progressive student shouted: "What did Teacher Fei say? I heard that Teacher Fei wanted to fight the Japanese. We have been working together all morning, and now we have brought more than 200 classmates to cheer for Teacher Fei."
Li Zhizhang over there saw that Yang Jinglin was so polite to Fei Jingting, so he didn't dare to come forward. He just hid in the crowd and talked: "Did you see that? That's my brother, Fei Jingting! Wen Neng wrote the Eight Parts of Tianlong
, Wu Neng can beat the little Japanese!"
Someone questioned: "Just brag, if he is your brother, why don't you go up and say hello?"
Li Zhizhang snorted coldly and shouted: "Brother Fei, I have brought all the idlers in the courtyard, and we will give them a good fight later!"
Naturally, Fei Jingting would not deny him face and shouted: "Brother Li, don't worry, I guarantee that he won't be able to leave the ring!"
The person who questioned was shocked: "Oh, you really know me!"
Li Zhizhang felt that he was saving face, so he started to talk about the good relationship between him and Fei Jingting.
Sometimes knowing too many people is not necessarily a good thing, just like now. Fei Jingting arrived at Zizhulin only twenty minutes away, but he spent twice as much time talking to acquaintances and friends.
When he came to the stage, some people didn't care, and some were worried. Yang Jinglin, who thought he knew the inside story, naturally didn't care. Just kidding, Mr. Fei is a living god in this world. It's just a competition in the ring. If Mr. Fei is willing, he can turn the Japanese into ashes with a wave of his hand.
Is there any need to worry?
There are many things to worry about, from the group of progressive students led by Yang Yu to Li Zhizhang and the second uncle in the courtyard, they are afraid that Fei Jingting will be hacked to death by the Japanese if he doesn't do anything right.
The crowd surged, with more and more latecomers, so Guan Xiyi and Ni Qiufeng, who were originally far apart, were squeezed together for some reason. The two women were equally worried, and their eyes were equally sad.
"You're so stupid, why do you have to go to the ring?" Guan Xiyi muttered. She had only seen Fei Jingting perform Taoist techniques, but she had never seen how powerful Fei Jingting's kung fu was.
"That's right, just push it away. Why do you have to go to the ring?" Ni Qiufeng on the side said the same thing. She had seen Fei Jingting gesticulating in the yard, punching extremely slowly, but he could fight so slowly.
Who?
The two women were startled at the same time, then turned to look at each other.
"It's you!"
"Vixen!"
"snort!"
"Oh, we are really enemies on the same road!"
After saying a few words, the two women turned their heads and tried to stay away from each other. But at this time, they were next to each other and crowded, so how could they separate so easily?
Fei Jingting, who was worried about going to the ring, couldn't argue at this time, so he just pretended that the opponent didn't exist, and his whole heart was focused on Fei Jingting on the ring.
The arena was quite spacious, three feet above the ground, circular in shape, and the top was paved with wooden boards. Fei Jingting walked up the steps obediently, followed closely by Han Muxia. He looked at Shuiye, who had his eyes closed to relax, and lowered his head.
He said in a loud voice: "The sword takes advantage of its length. Japanese swordsmen are good at cutting and slashing. Mr. Fei can fight with him closely."
Fei Jingting nodded and said nothing.
Han Muxia stopped giving any instructions, patted Fei Jingting on the shoulder, and jumped off the ring.
Someone in the audience who knew Han Muxia immediately said, "Isn't that Han Muxia? Oh, this Mr. Fei is so proud that he even invited Han Muxia to join the battle."
"Han Muxia is very skilled. Now that Mr. Fei is acquainted with him, I think he can't be weak in his skills."
"Stop talking, Japan, get up!"
On the stage, Fei Jingting stood with his hands behind his hands, Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, looking like a master. Unfortunately, his face was a little tender and he didn't look very imposing.
Shui Ye opened his eyes, stared at Fei Jingting, and then stood up slowly.
This arena originally belonged to a theater. The owner of the theater invited an old gentleman to come up to the stage tremblingly and handed each of them a document. This was the certificate of life and death.
Fei Jingting grabbed the brush and wrote his name casually. He turned around and Mizuno also signed his name. Watching Mizuno's brush move like a dragon and snake, and then looking at his two handwritings that looked like dogs crawling, Fei Jingting suddenly felt unhappy.
.
A ronin's calligraphy is better than mine. How can I explain this?
After signing two copies of the document, the old gentleman raised his hands and said loudly: "The certificate of life and death has been signed. The winner is up to man, and life or death is up to God! You two, the competition begins!"
The rumble of the drums sounded, and with the sound of the drums, the people watching the battle in the audience became restless.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Mr. Fei, beat the Japanese to death!"
The drums stopped and the shouts from the audience suddenly stopped. Mizuno shouted and already drew his sword out of its sheath.
With small steps under his feet, Shuiye slowly approached, and then started to circle around Fei Jingting.
Fei Jingting, however, seemed to have nothing to do, standing there upright, only looking at Mizuno with a fierce face.
In the audience, Han Muxia saw that Fei Jingting was not doing anything, so he immediately shouted: "Mr. Fei, point to the tiger!"
Zhihu? A mere prodigal, does Fei Jingting need to use weapons?
Perhaps thinking that Fei Jingting was distracted by the shout, Shuiye seized the opportunity and stabbed him with the knife.
However, he never expected that even with Fei Jingting's eyes closed, the Qi around Shuiye would not be able to hide under Fei Jingting's Heavenly Eye Technique.
The long knife stabbed him, Fei Jingting leaned back slightly, let the blade pass, and flicked the blade with his fingers.
clang!
The force spread along the blade to the handle. Mizuno suddenly felt his hands numb. He was about to withdraw the katana, but it was already too late! Fei Jingting kicked Mizuno on the bone of his calf, and Mizuno immediately fell to his knees.
And this was just the beginning. The next moment, a powerful punch had already hit his face.
Bang!
The katana was thrown up by Lao Gao, hitting Xuanzi in mid-air. Mizuno flew backwards for five or six steps, and smashed through the big drum on the edge of the ring. With a roar, he knocked over the big drum and fell upside down like a green onion.
Inside the drum, no one knows what’s going on.
Just after the fight, the crowd calmed down and took a full second to react before it exploded!
"good!"
"Mr. Fei is mighty!"
"Okay, good fight! Kill the Japanese!"
On the other side of the ring, the ronin and Kurosaki who were holding the battle all stood up. Several ronin shouted Mizuno's name and rushed over in a swarm to check Mizuno's condition. Only Kurosaki stayed there, staring at Fei Jingting.
, it took a long while before he muttered: "Die to me! Die to Dana!"
In the audience, amidst the excitement, Guan Xiyi and Ni Qiufeng breathed a long sigh of relief, and their hearts finally returned to their stomachs. There was more admiration in their originally complicated eyes.
"He is indeed the man I like!"
"Brother Jingting is so awesome!"
The words that came out of their mouths were indistinguishable. The two women looked at each other again. If it wasn't the right time, they would probably start to tear each other up immediately.
"Broom star!"
"Slutty fox!"
"snort!"
"snort!"
In the front row of the audience, Yang Jinglin was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai. However, the eldest son couldn't calm down and exclaimed: "Oh, Mr. Fei is so skilled! He knocked down the Japanese with just one punch and one kick!"
Yang Jinglin smiled mysteriously and was speechless. He said to himself that you have never seen Fei Xianchang's more powerful methods. If you had, you wouldn't make a fuss about the childish behavior in front of you.
Yang Yu and a group of progressive students rejoiced, as if they had won a battle. Bian Wenjie was among them, jumping up and down, not looking like a young lady at all.
Li Zhizhang's bragging was so loud that no one questioned it at this moment. Some people just gave him praises that sounded like compliments.
Han Muxia, who was on the edge of the ring, also breathed a sigh of relief. As the saying goes, experts only know the rules and laymen only watch the excitement. Fei Jingting's kicks and punches just now were all based on flicking the blade with his fingers.
He was close enough to hear clearly, and when he pointed at it, the blade trembled. This was an internal skill! And the internal energy was extremely deep!
Han Muxia secretly thought, no wonder Fei Jingting dared to enter the ring without holding anything. It turned out to be because he was confident in his skills. I think that by coming to compete that day, Mr. Fei also saved his face. Otherwise, he would not be able to eat just with that finger just now.
You have to walk around.
At this time, shouts mixed with Japanese came out, and someone who knew a few words shouted: "Hey, the Japanese are dead, Mr. Fei is awesome!"
"Ah? With just one punch and one kick, the Japanese will die? You can't help but hit, right?"
"You know what? Mr. Fei is so powerful. If it were you, he would have been cut in half!"