"Damn, Master, I didn't expect you to have an acquaintance on this far sea. I admire you!" Zhuang Sheng felt promising to Feilun at this moment.
Feilun smiled unquestionably, and easily broke off the small piece of pastry and tasted it. He didn't find it poisonous, so he said to Qiao Lengdie: "Dinner can still be eaten, eat some!"
Qiao Lengdie obediently ate half a piece of snack, and when she looked up, she saw the "acquaintance" and whispered with Feren's ear: "Hiji Ono is here too."
Feilun said lightly: "I saw it, that's the one carrying a wheelchair!"
At this time, Ono was climbing up the rope ladder with a wheelchair on his back. As soon as he stepped onto the deck, the old Japanese figure "sky" and jumped out of the deck three feet high, and steadily landed on the wheelchair that Ono had just put down.
Then, the Japanese girl who had previously called Feilun to stay in the restaurant of the Peninsula Hotel also went to the deck. At this time, she had changed into a silk black suit. She was no longer tight, but instead shining brightly, and rippling under the sea breeze.
Continuous.
Feilun had to admit that the Japanese woman had very white skin. Her black silk dress and her white jade-like skin, delicate facial features and three-point heroic face made her look shining and attractive.
On the deck, the young man who was closer to her was almost all eyes locked on her. Even Zhuang Sheng tsk out and sighed: "What a pity, it's a pity. This is a female devil, otherwise he would have signed her and promoted her for two years.
It can be red.”
Qi Yuantai smiled so badly when he heard this. Just as he was about to agree with Zhuang Sheng's words, Feilun said: "Didn't you say that the old Japanese squatting in a wheelchair are enemies? I bet that Japanese girl is his granddaughter."
These words made the prince and Zhuang Sheng look at each other.
But Faren no longer paid attention to the Japanese woman, but glanced at ten o'clock. There was also a rope ladder there, and a group of Indians were climbing onto the deck with great skills.
"Didn't you talk about the Southeast Asian Martial Arts Conference? Why are even Indians here?" Feiren frowned.
Zhuang Sheng hurriedly explained: "It's such a master. India should be the invited country. The last time I invited a martial arts expert was a Brazilian Jiu-jitsu expert.
As soon as he finished speaking, the last Indian A-san who stepped onto the deck caught Feiren's attention because his body and demeanor were very similar to Parawa, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was a twin brother.
This guy was wearing a loose white sweatshirt, his natural curly hair was tied into a long braid and dragged it back. He was still making seals on his hands when he stepped onto the deck. This strange gesture should only be circulated in ancient Indian Buddhism. Fortunately, this
The guy doesn't have the weird temperament of Palawa and Mesk, which belongs to the "God of Death", otherwise Feiren might have murderous intentions as soon as possible.
However, the senses of this Indian white sweatshirt are quite sharp. Feilun glanced at him and saw this guy. To be precise, what he found was not Feilun's gaze, but Qiao Lengdie's gaze.
Qiao Lengdie is still very experienced, so she naturally doesn't know how to hide her eyes. Experts like Indian white sweatshirt have a very keen sense of spiritual perception, and their pores are particularly sensitive to subtle changes around them, so as long as they focus their eyes on him.
You will be immediately noticed.
The eyes of Indian white sweatshirt are sinister, giving people a sense of fierce, cold and terrifying. Unfortunately, they are not shocked to a talented girl like Qiao Lengdie, but they are not enough. Instead, they scared the prince and Zhuang Sheng so much that they both suffocated their hearts.
Feiren ignored the Indian white sweatshirt's eyes, nodded slightly at him, and even a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Indian White Sweat immediately realized the terror of Feilun, whispered a few words with his companions, and took the initiative to come over.
Before he arrived near Feilun, the Indian white sweatshirt stayed tactfully one zhang away. Ten zhang is an absolute safe distance that the Indian white sweatshirt thinks can deal with any emergencies.
"Your spirit is so strong and your blood is so strong that you have seen in so many years." Indian white sweatshirt and his hands were put on his hands and bowed to Feren. "I don't know who your surname is?"
Feilun frowned. Since becoming the captain in the reincarnation space, no one dared to be a sage in front of him. This Indian San is really arrogant and must teach him some lessons.
Thinking of this, Feiren sneered: "Yezhang? Is it really a safe distance?" After saying that, a figure flashed.
Indian white sweat shirt frowned slightly, and was about to express more, but suddenly his eyes widened, because before his words were gone, Faren went from the bench outside to his nine o'clock, and even pointed his hand at him with a knife.
In half a blink of an eye, he reached less than an inch above his shoulder blade.
In addition to being shocked by the Indian white sweatshirt, his entire left shoulder and left hand twisted strangely and even clamped Feiren's wrist with his left palm.
"Ancient yoga technique?!" Seeing such a move, Qi Yuan and Zhuang Sheng were shocked.
Unfortunately, Feilun exceeded the imagination of the Indian white sweatshirt and the people present. When he was captured, his five fingers were changed to pecking, and he "checked" the white sweatshirt in a flash in a way that a cobra bites people.
Let's go with your wrist.
The Indian white sweat shirt was as if it was struck by lightning. The body, which had reached its extreme flexibility, instantly turned into a swimming fish. It waved its left and right a few times, quickly distanced from Feren, retreated two feet away, and looked at him with caution.
Feren smiled and said, "Ancient yoga is nothing but Er."
Indian white sweatshirt bowed to him and said, "! The kung fu in the Pavilion is extremely skillful, Na Luoyan worships it!"
"That's right!" Bai Hanshan Na Luoyan bowed again, "I don't know your name..."
Feiren snorted: "You don't need to know my name." In fact, at this time, he had murderous intentions towards Na Luoyan. Even if the Indian San did not have the aura of "death" on him, he should be with Palawa.
If you have the same origin, you may not be able to cause trouble for him one day.
You know, Na Luoyan's kung fu is not as good as Feilun, but it is enough to deal with others, especially Qiao Lengdie, who is currently in charge. Instead of missing out on today and being wary of this Indian San, it is better to kill a hundred people nearby.
Even though Naroyan knew about Palawa's death, he had no intention of avenging him, and Feilun was unwilling to leave such a hidden danger. For him, this is called "You should not have the intention to harm others, but you should be careful of others.
Must be away”.
For Feilun's rudeness, Na Luoyan was obviously mentally prepared. He immediately gave a bow, took a few more steps back, and then turned around and left.
It was not until this time that the prince and Zhuang Sheng came back from the shock, and the eyes of Feilun were even more impressed.
Fortunately, Feilun and Naroyan fought very quickly, and there was no one within a radius of a few meters, so it did not attract attention, otherwise this would make the Japanese timid and unable to fight.
Soon, several groups of people came to the deck one after another. Although the huge deck was not crowded, at least one-fifth of the places were crowded with people, and familiar martial arts people were greeting each other. Then,
Find seats and sit down one after another.
It was almost noon, but the three-point beauties around him only provide drinks, fruits and vegetables for the people who came to participate in martial arts discussions, but there was no food. No warriors also didn't care about this, and seemed to have expected this situation.
But Feilun knew clearly that in this world, there were only one person who truly cultivated the true qi mentioned in martial arts novels. Most internal practices use health preservation to achieve strength (strong) and warmth (
Soft) the purpose of one's own meridians and muscles.
Therefore, many internal martial artists eat amazingly, but this is not the reason why they have to eat scattered scatter when they are at mealtime.
Internal martial artists pay attention to a strong qi and blood. To put it bluntly, it means how much nutrients can be provided to various parts of the body and how much oxygen can be delivered. If you eat a lot of food before the competition, more blood will be supplied to the digestive system.
This is not conducive to the competition and even more unfavorable to the battle between life and death.
At this time, before the life and death raid, a subtle balance must be achieved in both adjusting the state and taking a small amount of food intake, otherwise it is likely that others will have the opportunity to take advantage of it and lose their lives.
After the audience was almost done, the old boy Fernando came on stage and began to speak on behalf of the organizer Ayana Group. After talking nonsense, the referees from several martial arts powers in Southeast Asia made their debut. Zhixuan was very proud.
List.
Then, an old man with a little trembling walking came on stage to announce the rules. Although he was a little fluttering when walking, his mouth was clear and full of energy.
"This martial arts conference is divided into two parts, one is the preset life and death strife, and the other is free communication; free communication is also divided into two parts, one is the exchange of discussions, and the other is the grudge."
The grudges are heard in my ears, but they are just a different saying, but in fact they are still life and death.
When Feilun heard this, his face couldn't help but smile. It's interesting to cover up his ears and steal the bell! Fucking! As his mind turned around, he couldn't help but ask Zhuang Sheng: "Who is that old man on the stage?"
"No, Master, you don't even know him?" Zhuang Sheng was somewhat surprised and surprised.
Feilun glared at Zhuang Sheng and said lightly: "Do I need to know him?"
Thinking of Feilun's terrifying force, Zhuang Sheng quickly slapped his horse and said, "That's right, Master, you are like Dugu Qiubai who lives in seclusion outside Xiangyang City. He is a master of hermits. There is no need to know Qiu, the honorary president of the Chinese Art Association.
Mo Quan.”
Feilun muttered the name "Quo Moquan", raised his hand and gave Zhuang Sheng a thunderous sound, and scolded: "This old guy has become a magical spirit. I can despise him, but you are still a few streets away from him.
!”
When Zhuang Sheng heard this, he was frightened and said with a shy face: "Master, I also know that there is a big gap with President Qiu. You can teach me something at least!"
Feiren glanced at him again and said, "Okay, there is no problem! After I finish my leave, you go to the police department to practice fighting with my subordinates! I will teach you something special at that time."
Zhuang Sheng was stunned at first and then was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master!"
Qi Yuan next to him looked envious and moved his mouth, but he never dared to say what he said in his heart.
Feilun saw through the prince's thoughts at a glance, patted his shoulder and said, "I can't chew too much. The true energy I lost to you last time is still there? I haven't forgotten the route of practicing, right? I will continue to practice.