Upon seeing this man, Zheng Mingyu immediately regained his anger, covered his bald head, and shouted angrily, "Luan Wu, how dare this bastard insult me, help me kill this kid!"
"Okay!" The big man named Luan Wu agreed and glared at Feng Ziyue fiercely, "Boy, if you dare to offend Miss Mingyu, I won't kill you!"
Feng Ziyue had some free time, but ignored him at all. He wrapped the Qiu Shui Sword and slung it on his shoulder, then slowly turned his head and looked at the provocative man.
He did know this Luan Wu, he was Luan Tingfu's youngest son, and the uncle of the two Jixiang brothers he killed.
The Luan family was originally a member of the Feng family, but in recent years, the Feng family has been unable to succeed, and Luan Tingfu has broken through the realm of great martial arts masters. Somewhat dissatisfied with his current status, he quietly moved closer to the Zheng family, another wealthy family in Wuyang City.
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The eldest granddaughter of the Zheng family, Zheng Mingyu, was not weak in cultivation and was still unmarried. Luan Tingfu thought in his mind that he would rather be a generation shorter than him and wanted his youngest son Luan Wu to marry Zheng Mingyu so that he could join the Zheng family.
This big tree.
Zheng Mingyu was pretty, so Luan Wu fell in love with her at first sight and followed her around like a follower.
Of course Zheng Mingyu looked down on Luan Wu, but the Luan family boy's kung fu was not bad. After all, he had worked hard for a few more years and was now at the level of a warrior. He was also very good at the Vajra Mudra kung fu passed down from his family.
With so many bodyguards, Zheng Mingyu's vanity was satisfied, so she let him follow her.
She had suffered such a shame and humiliation today, and when she was in a state of hesitation and panic, she suddenly saw Luan Wu, as if she had found a life-saving straw.
Luan Wu was extremely happy when he had the opportunity to be a hero to save the beauty. Naturally, he was showing off his kung fu. However, Luan Wu was also considered to be rough but fine. Zheng Mingyu was the pinnacle of martial arts disciples. He still suffered a loss in the hands of others, even though he said he was praised.
Loud, but his attitude was very cautious, and he did not act rashly. Instead, he secretly observed Feng Ziyue's appearance carefully, and felt that he looked vaguely familiar.
Feng Ziyue slowly drew out his iron sword, stretched out his finger and flicked it, and said with a leisurely and proud smile: "Luan Wu, although my sword is ruthless, it is not so easy to kill."
"Your Luan family is a subsidiary of my Feng family. If you retreat quickly, I won't hurt you."
"If you really want to stand out, you must be prepared to die!"
This is not like the two brothers Feng Ziji, Feng Zixiang, who have hurt his relatives and must be killed. The battle of spirits does not have to be divided into life and death. But if Luan Wu insists on killing, then Feng Ziyue Jianxia will naturally not
He would be merciful, since the hatred of the Luan family had already been settled, he didn't care if he spared one more person.
Luan Wu was stunned for a moment, looked carefully, and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be you!"
Feng Ziyue was ostracized by everyone and was considered a maverick among the Feng family's children. Luan Wu visited the Feng family many times and met him several times, but he didn't recognize him for a while.
"Feng Ziyue, you are only at the peak of martial arts, but you dare to be so arrogant? When you Feng Ziping sees me, you have to call me uncle, but you are so rude? Let me teach you a lesson for your father!"
If it were normal, he would probably be rude, but the Luan family just received news that Feng Ziyue actually reached the peak of a martial arts disciple during the test, and the attitude of the head of the Feng family, Feng Tianhe, towards him has also changed greatly.
Although the Luan family now intends to break away from the Feng family, they have not yet lost face. Luan Wu finally felt that he was being polite.
However, he himself thought he was being polite, but to others, he sounded very arrogant.
Zhuge Yu couldn't help but sigh. He didn't expect that a child from a vassal family would dare to be so rude to a direct disciple of the Feng family. It seemed that the decline of the Feng family was a fact.
"Then you give it a try..."
Hearing Luan Wu mention his departed father, Feng Ziyue frowned, his hand holding the sword tightened, and his murderous intent increased.
The Luan family was well informed. The old man was strictly forbidden to leak the test results. Unexpectedly, not even half a day later, the news had already been spread. But from Luan Wu's tone, it seemed that he should only know the results of the test. Feng Ziyue
The destruction of the red jade blood marrow crystal pillar must have never been known, otherwise, with his early warrior training, he would never dare to be so arrogant.
The realm of a warrior is a whole level higher than that of a martial artist. When he uses his hands, he has an absolute advantage in terms of strength, speed and control. If Feng Ziyue is an ordinary martial artist at the peak, then Luan Wu is better than him.
No matter how arrogant one's cultivation level is, it is never too arrogant.
But if he were a peak martial artist who could destroy the red jade blood marrow crystal pillar, it would be completely different.
Luan Wu saw that he looked arrogant and didn't take him seriously at all, and his teeth itched with hatred. Thinking of the hatred of his two nephews, and having to show off in front of Zheng Mingyu, the evil spirit rose in his chest, and he didn't care about the Feng family.
, anyway, the Luan family had long planned to break with the Feng family, and Feng Ziyue had always been ignored in the Feng family. Although there had been changes during this period, Luan Wu didn't take it to heart. He wanted to
Teach him a lesson.
"You're rude!"
He moved his palms together, roared angrily, and pushed forward with all his strength. Suddenly, the shadows of his palms filled the sky, and they also came in a surge.
Luan Wu had practiced this set of Vajra Mahamudra to seven or eight points, and his demeanor was as cautious as thousands of golden lotuses blooming at the same time. They were gorgeous and hidden with murderous intent. He clearly had the essence of family martial arts, and he became a warrior.
Zhuge Yu, who was a cultivator, couldn't help but secretly nod his head, thinking that this person's foundation was actually very solid.
It's a pity that in Feng Ziyue's eyes, it has flaws everywhere and is not worth a glance.
"Luan Wu, your palm skills are far worse than your father's!"
Feng Ziyue has seen Luan Tingfu's palm skills. After all, the great martial artist has a profound cultivation. In his hands, the Vajra Hand Seal has turned virtual into reality, just like overwhelming mountains and seas. With Feng Ziyue's current cultivation, in addition to forcefully
, there is no other way.
However, although Luan Wu's palm technique was gorgeous, it was mainly based on feints. Feng Ziyue chuckled and swung his sword carelessly. The tip of the sword trembled, calling out dots of starlight and stabbing into the center of the palm shadow in the sky.
Luan Wu's eyes blurred, and he felt that the opponent's sword was as powerful as electricity, and every sword seemed to be stabbing towards his palm. No matter how many changes he made, he could never escape from this ordinary sword.
The trajectory of this sword was cunning and fierce, as if it was going straight through the palm of his hand, and it was as if his palm skills would be wiped out with one strike. Luan Wu was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly withdrew his hands, and retreated three times in a row.
He took another step, took another four or five steps, and then stood still, with a look of panic on his face.
When he looked closely, he saw that the sword in Feng Ziyue's hand was only raised diagonally and horizontally, as if it hadn't even moved.
"Be careful! This kid's swordsmanship is very strange!" Zheng Mingyu saw that he failed and hurriedly warned him.
Luan Wu rolled his eyes, "Auntie, you should have said it earlier!"
He was angry in his heart and hated Feng Ziyue for making him lose face. He missed this move and felt his face was burning. He couldn't get off the stage for a while. But if they really wanted to fight, this kid's sword skills were weird and he wouldn't be able to take advantage of him for a while.
Cheap, in this case, I had to use a trick!
Luan Wu gritted his teeth and suddenly crossed his arms in a strange posture. His face turned red and his neck became thick, and he made a "gu" sound in his throat.
Although the sound was soft, Zhuge Yu was startled and shouted hurriedly, "Brother Luan, please don't get into a big fight in my Zhuge family's shop!"