[The first thousand two hundred and forty-two chapters I am already hungry and thirsty! 】
【Chapter 1,242 I am already so horny and thirsty! 】
"Hey! It's Miss Liang who initiated the challenge!"
There was a burst of noise among the crowd at the end-of-year fight. One champion challenged the next champion. This kind of thing is not common, but if you think of Liang Feijin's weird temper, this is not a big deal.
Strange things.
"What a mess."
Liang Feijin's master, Fang Nu, had an old face, but she could only smile helplessly. She was a disciple who was always confused in what she said and did. She had learned nothing but martial arts, and she still acted like a child no matter how old she was.
.
...What are you waiting for? Is this what a girl would say?
Several female elders nearby couldn't help but secretly laugh. Due to Fang Nu's face, they were embarrassed to laugh out loud. They held it in until their faces turned red, and it took a long time before they opened their mouths to persuade Fang Nu.
"Elder Fang, you have to take care of Feijin. Such a big girl really doesn't know what to say. It's all a joke..."
"What's this!"
Fang Nu glared at them. Of course she had no problem complaining about her apprentice, but she was the most protective of others. Anyone who said that her apprentice was not her would be like killing her, and she immediately became displeased.
"My apprentice is innocent and has no ambiguity in his words. Only people with dirty minds can think wildly!"
"Yes Yes……"
The other elders could only smile bitterly and shake their heads. When they encountered an unknown disciple and an unreasonable master - but this master was extremely skilled in martial arts - what else could they do?
"Speaking of which, Feng Ziyue's martial arts is really good. It's normal for Fei Jin to be a little anxious when she waits for him to be her opponent..." Fang Nu narrowed her old eyes and looked at Feng Ziyue from a distance, "...and the young man
If you have a talent, even if you are hungry in other aspects, it is only natural..."
"Cough cough cough cough..."
All the elders coughed heavily, their faces turned red, and they simply stopped talking.
Feng Ziyue and Kuang Zhan Gale had cherished each other since the first battle. Although they hadn't exchanged a few words, they knew each other well. Now they heard the master of the ring urging each other, and they looked at each other and laughed together.
Kuangzhan Gale patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, go quickly. Miss Liang is not someone to be trifled with, but her swordsmanship is extremely exquisite, so it's worth a while."
Feng Ziyue smiled and nodded, cupped his hands and said goodbye to Kuang Zhan Gale. Pointing on his toes, he leaped high from the third ring, landed on the second ring, and spoke with a smile.
"Miss Liang, you're polite. I was having a discussion with Brother Kuangzhan just now. I was so happy that I was delayed for a few minutes. Please forgive me, Miss Liang."
Liang Feijin tilted her head and looked at him for a long time, then she laughed and said, "Don't worry, I was just joking, but I just saw your sword fighting and your fists, and my hands were itchy. Since you are here, there is no need to worry.
, you can take a rest as usual."
Challengers who continuously challenge the masters of the previous several arenas will of course have time to rest. Otherwise, if they fight continuously, even an Iron Man will not be able to sustain it. For the sake of fairness, as long as the challenge is decided, you can rest for a quarter of an hour to adjust your breath.
Feng Ziyue had just finished seven games in a row without any rest in between, mainly because the warriors in the six stages in front did not pose a threat to him and there was no need to expend too much energy.
Kuang Zhan Gale was a formidable opponent, and even though Feng Ziyue won, Liang Feijin expected that he would also suffer some losses, so she kindly asked him to rest before competing, and she was not in a hurry.
"Thank you Miss Liang for your kindness, but the battle with Brother Kuangzhan just now was at the peak of your momentum, so there is no need to rest!"
He had just fought with fast swords and fast fists, and the fight was hearty and refreshing. His momentum was reaching its peak, his fighting spirit was strong, and he didn't want to stop at all.
"That's good!"
Liang Feijin was overjoyed, "I was worried that you were tired and couldn't force out the true meaning of my heart-breaking swordsmanship. Then it would be a wasted fight?"
"Heart-breaking swordsmanship?"
Feng Ziyue was startled for a moment, the name of this sword technique was quite weird.
"Um!"
Liang Feijin clenched her small fists and agreed vigorously, "It is the Heart-breaking Sword Technique. It is the sword technique I created years ago to kill all the Heart-breaking people in the world..."
"puff!"
The elders around Fang Nu couldn't help but burst out laughing. This little girl was so weird, even the name of her swordsmanship was so narrow.
"What's so funny!"
Fang Nu turned her head and glared at them fiercely, "Feijin is very clever and innocent. She created this heart-breaking sword technique, which is a unique combination of hatred and love among the seven emotions and six desires."
Martial arts can almost be said to be the strongest swordsmanship for women. What do you know and how dare you laugh at it?"
Hatred towards someone who has betrayed one's heart is probably the strongest emotion a woman has. However, this kind of hatred is extremely subtle, mixed with deep love. If there is no love, there is no hate. If there is no hate, there is no love. It is most complicated.
but.
Liang Feijin is simple and weird, but she is able to transcend such emotions and create a weird swordsmanship that is like her daughter's thoughts. She can truly be called a genius of the previous generation.
"Yes Yes……"
All the elders were secretly amused, but on the surface they did not dare to defy defense and had no choice but to say so.
Feng Ziyue was different. Hearing Liang Feijin's explanation, he nodded slightly and was quite interested, "Miss Liang is also a master of swordsmanship. This heart-breaking swordsmanship must be unique, so I'm interested in it for a while!"
Liang Feijin's eyes widened, her face full of joy.
"Hahahaha, I finally found a close friend who understands my swordsmanship, so good! If you die by my sword, I will give you a rich burial to express the pain of losing a close friend..."
The logic of her words was so weird that Feng Ziyue had no choice but to smile bitterly. Hearing her words become more and more out of tune, he didn't bother to reply. He raised his sword and said with a smile: "If Miss Liang dies unfortunately, I will do the same."
Please take action to handle this!"
"good!"
Liang Feijin finally nodded, unsheathed her sword, suddenly paused again, and said awkwardly: "By the way, my sword technique is to kill the betrayed person, so I have to arouse the hatred in my heart. When the time comes, the sword move will be too much."
Ruthless, don’t take offense..."
"No wonder..." Feng Ziyue waved his hands repeatedly.
"My expression may be a little ferocious then, so don't worry about it..."
"I don't care..."
"By the time……"
"Miss Liang, look at the sword!"
Even Feng Ziyue's patience couldn't stand this weird woman's nagging, so he flashed his sword and struck first!
The third form of the Sword God Technique!
There are thousands of knots in my heart!
This is also an ever-changing and complex sword move. Feng Ziyue guessed that this heart-breaking sword technique is as complex and changeable as his daughter's thoughts, so this sword fight is about changes in sword techniques, so he chose this move!
Liang Feijin's eyes lit up, and she didn't care to blame him for actually attacking first. She just felt that Feng Ziyue's sword moves were very changeable, and the subtleties in them were actually consistent with her own swordsmanship!