"Master Yun, I have good intentions, but I am not afraid of such a wild and rebellious person."
The person who came was none other than Feng Yu, but he wore a silver dragon mask on his face, making his face unclear.
Yun Xiao raised his hands to give a hug and stepped back.
A young man behind Ouyang Wu looked at Feng Yu and couldn't help laughing, "Hey, are you really the King Huai of the Tang Dynasty? What's wrong with Ze? You have to wear a mask during the martial arts competition. Could it be that you are really a hired help?
Bar."
Although Ouyang Wu was arrogant, he was not brainless and stopped him immediately.
"Shut up, don't use your ignorance to lower the status of my Ouyang family."
This man's name is Ouyang Wutian. He is usually very arrogant and domineering in Chu State and speaks without any sense of restraint.
Ouyang Shengtian looked back at him and lectured him in a deep voice: "Wutian, don't talk nonsense. What is carved on this mask is a dragon pattern. Do you think anyone has such courage? Besides, he has the jade pendant and pendant on his waist."
Jian Junxie, he is undoubtedly King Huai."
Ouyang Wu was no longer as rude as before, "His Royal Highness Prince Huai, you are finally out."
"Senior Ouyang's harsh words are just to make me show up. However, these words are still weaker than what I said at the Laba Banquet."
"Hahahaha, His Highness Prince Huai is mocking your lack of writing skills. Please read more books!"
Ouyang Wutian was already unhappy with being criticized by his own family, and now he was ridiculed by the Tang Dynasty people. How could he hold it back? He rushed up to the open-air stone platform in the middle of the lake and faced Feng Yu face to face.
"Don't use your words, you and I will see the truth under our swords!"
Feng Yu looked at the people who were rushing towards him. The Ouyang family didn't stop them, and he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy. This was a plan to fight. Can this be done in public?
"I have been in the arena for several years since I was a child. Although Qin Junze's name is unknown, I still recognize some names. There are six young masters in the arena of the Tang Dynasty, and there are also masters such as Medicine King Gu Yunxiao. Although I have never met him,
Highly respected.”
Qin Junjue looked at his back and sneered, not knowing who he was laughing at. Ouyang Wutian? Qin Junze? Or Yun Xiao?
Ouyang Wutian directly pulled out the long sword. The sword was carefully carved and had an extraordinary bearing. Every detail was polished very well. It seemed that its owner was very willing to keep it.
When he heard Feng Yu bragging about the warriors of the Tang Dynasty when facing him, he couldn't help but feel a little angry.
"Prince Huai, in this situation, it's inappropriate to brag about your own country's warriors. Could it be that you want to fight with someone else?"
Feng Yu's face under the mask laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I always keep my word, how can I let others take care of my home court? I'm just curious. I heard that the Ouyang family of Chu State has a martial arts that has been passed down for hundreds of years.
From this family, Ouyang Wudi is even stronger than me, the Sixth Young Master of the Tang Dynasty. When we meet today, it seems that Brother Shengtian is a little behind compared to what I think in my heart."
At the end, he added a more lethal sentence, "Both appearance and strength."
Ouyang Wudi and Ouyang Shengtian stood on the shore, frowning, "Qin Junze has very good eyesight. He has been following the battlefield for many years. His disturbing mentality can influence the situation of the battle. Wutian should not be his opponent."
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Ouyang Shengtian poured a cup of tea by himself without looking at the center of the lake. He only said, "Wutian has been defeated."
Ouyang Wu was unhappy, but did not refute. He also had the same idea as Ouyang Shengtian.
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Ouyang Wutian stood on the platform, looking at the masked man on the top of the pavilion in the distance. He was filled with anger at those words, "I am Ouyang Wutian, not Ouyang Shengtian. I hope you can die under my sword."
So quick to talk!"
As he spoke, he stepped on the water, pointed his long sword directly at Feng Yu, and struck into the wind. His internal energy was applied to the sword's edge, and it was directed towards Feng Yu's location.
Now that Feng Yu is here, how come he doesn't understand the few people from the Ouyang family who came to Beijing? The leader in front of him is only a seventh-level practitioner, and he is not usually a martial master. For Feng Yu,
That said, the strength should not be too weak.
Feng Yu was seen standing still, and slowly stretched out two fingers of his right hand, directly sandwiching the tip of the sword between them.
No matter how hard Ouyang Wutian tried, he couldn't make any further progress.
He looked at the silver dragon mask that he could see clearly at a close distance, and could imagine how relaxed he was at this moment.
"Your sword is too flashy. It has form but no spirit. It is a weapon, not a beauty. Please be more careful in the future."
With a flick of the sword blade with his fingertips, Ouyang Wutian fell directly back to the platform with the sword.
Although no one around him spoke, Ouyang Wutian always felt that people from all directions were laughing at him. He shouted, picked up his sword and charged forward again.
"Yeah~!"
However, Feng Yu did not give him a second chance. He held the hilt of Jun Xie's sword with both hands, raised the scabbard and lowered it to the top. An internal force started from him and rushed towards Ouyang Wutian.
Ouyang Wutian, who had just jumped into the air, was an ignorant young man. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and the impact knocked him into the water.
Ouyang Wu released his inner strength, poured it into the lake water, and pulled him suddenly to save him.
Ouyang Wudi stood up and said: "His Royal Highness King Huai is so skilled that Wudi admires him. I would also like to thank His Highness for giving guidance to my cousin and teaching him the truth. I am very grateful. However, it is hard to disobey the teacher's orders. There is still a battle between you and me. I can only ask
Already."
Ouyang Wutian was originally throwing out the bait. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this group of Ouyang family members are probably half of them young masters, most of whom are at the seventh or eighth level. This Ouyang Wutian has a cultivation level above the seventh level.
But he doesn't even have any strength and is not qualified to represent the Ouyang family.
It turns out that Ouyang Wudi, one of the four geniuses, is the protagonist.
"Ouyang Wudi has fought against him before. He is a difficult opponent. Now, I am afraid he has reached the eighth level."
Evil Young Master An Yinan said quietly, but Mo Dingxuan interrupted him.
"No, it should be half-step to the ninth level, or in other words, the realm of the eighth level, half-step to the strength of the ninth level, I can feel it from his sword energy."
Several of them are also strong men at the top of the eighth rank. In comparison, their strength is between the same.
"This guy is no match for that loser. It looks like it will be a wonderful competition."
As always, Mr. Gui likes to watch the excitement. The more interesting it is, the more excited he becomes.
Ouyang Wudi and Feng Yu performed Qing Kung almost at the same time and landed on the edge of the platform at the same time. As for him, Feng Yu didn't try too hard, so it was better to be careful.
The two of them held their swords and saluted, bowed slightly, "Please."
Ouyang Wudi's sword fell out of his hand and fell straight down. With a heavy step, he pulled the sword out of its sheath, leaving the scabbard in the cracks on the ground.
internal force
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The long sword made of black iron was activated and flew straight over.
Just when the Xuantie Sword was only ten centimeters away from Feng Yu's chest, it stopped, but Ouyang Wudi's right hand was still exerting force without being interrupted.
What is that barrier?
"Innate strength! The old prince's unique skill!"
Ouyang Wu watched this scene unfold and asked Ouyang Shengtian next to him, "Are you sure?"
"Uncle, are you asking me?"
"nonsense."
"I have never agreed to this challenge. In my nephew's opinion, it is humiliating and unbearable to take the initiative."
"Insolent, no matter what happens to Ou Zhidan, he is still your third uncle!"
"So? Didn't you let Wuwei go?"
"Originally, I wanted to send two more people to try him, but I didn't expect that he knocked back Wutian without even making a move. It was in vain for them to try again. To avoid being gossiped about the wheel battle, Wuwei had no choice but to take action.
But at this moment, I always have a bad feeling."
"A half-step ninth-level match against a ninth-level lower realm, uncle, do you want me to go?"
"If you take action, everything will be safe."
Ouyang Shengtian didn't answer, and looked quietly at the two people standing in a stalemate on the platform.
"I didn't expect that His Highness Prince Huai's cultivation level is so great. He must have just broken through the ninth level."
"It seems that besides Yun Xiao and Miss Jiang, there is another target to chase."
"The innate Gang Qi is very interesting. Being able to condense this innate Gang Qi into a real form when you first enter the ninth level is an extraordinary talent."
"Don't think about it now. Let's wait and see when we break through the ninth level. He might be about to challenge Yun Xiao."
"That guy Yunxiao, don't care about him, he's extremely boring."
Feng Yu flicked his left thumb, Jun Xie was unsheathed, and a cold light suddenly appeared.
The man and the sword avoided the Black Iron Sword and stabbed directly.
Ouyang Wudi did not panic, and controlled the Black Iron Sword with both hands in a very strange posture, with no intention of avoiding Jun Xie's direct thrust.
Feng Yu felt a murderous aura coming from behind, and suddenly turned sideways, causing sparks to appear from the friction between Xuan Tie and Jun Xie's sword edges.
"This is the flying shadow in Kun Yue's sword technique. It's really powerful."
"Your Highness's cultivation is also very impressive. When they faced each other head-on, he actually blocked the sword."
Feng Yu looked at him. With this move, Feng Yu knew that the sword wound on Uncle Yan's body was caused by this move.
Thinking of Uncle Yan, the murderous aura on Jun Xie's sword became obvious. The ninth-level cultivation level was not concealed at all, and the faint internal energy was released, disturbing the nearby water surface and actually boiling a little.
Ouyang Wudi is also more cautious. It can be seen from his murderous aura that he still underestimates him. Unlike the ninth-level low-level warrior who was defeated by him, he is much more terrifying.
Yun Xiao and Jiang Xingwan were not nervous at all. They knew Feng Yu's true level, but the one who had fought against a ninth-level warrior with real swords and guns was a disciple of the Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy. For Ouyang Wudi, he couldn't
The only one who might lose is Ouyang Shengtian, who is a big threat.
Ouyang Wudi also began to accumulate strength, and an invisible halo was cast on the long sword. Neither of them tried it, wanting to kill directly. However, Feng Yu's focus was always on Ouyang Shengtian.
I feel that it is impossible for him not to take action, at least after Ouyang Wudi is defeated, there will definitely be a battle!