Chapter 192 Swinging a Knife and Fighting the Remnant Foil
Yan Hong rubbed her slightly red and swollen eyes and looked at Ah Feng in front of her. She couldn't help being shocked. She even ignored her daughter's restraint and threw herself into his arms, bursting into tears.
Ah Feng had grown up in the mountains and forests since he was a child. He didn't know anything about men and women. He was immediately frightened and confused. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to hold the sweetheart in front of him like Lin Yu put his arms around Liu Ziqing's waist.
In my arms, I can
But when his hand reached to his waist, he didn't dare to touch her. He felt uneasy and uneasy, like a wild deer striking a bell, jumping continuously, and even his face, which was always as cold as the cold wind, started to jump.
I started to look a little overwhelmed.
"Who are you? Let her go quickly!" At this moment, a man with a gun rushed out of the hall. Seeing this scene, he shouted angrily.
Ah Feng knew that it was these people who forced Yan Hong to cry, and the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared. He shouted in a cold voice: "Who am I and what do I have to do with you?"
At this time, Yan Yun hurriedly tugged on Lin Yu's clothes, pointed at the man with the gun, and whispered: "Brother Lin, that is Ning Sanqiang!"
Lin Yu nodded slightly, stepped forward, grabbed Ah Feng who was about to take action, and signaled him not to act rashly, then he bowed to an older elder and said, "This must be
Mr. Yan is famous in West China City, Lin Yu, I would like to say hello to Mr. Yan."
Old Man Yan glanced at him with disdain, waved his hand arrogantly at these uninvited guests, ignored him, and shouted angrily at Yan Yun: "Yan Yun, from now on you will be a bad person.
Don't take it home. Uncle Zhang, see the guests off!"
The old man who had just invited Lin Yu in had a hint of apology on his face. He made an invitation gesture towards Lin Yu and said, "Young heroes, I'm really sorry. Please forgive me!"
Lin Yu did not get angry, but just smiled and said: "I have heard for a long time that the Yan Mansion in West China City always treats people with courtesy. I didn't expect that this is how you treat guests. It's really better to meet each other than to be famous."
After saying that, without waiting for others to answer, he turned around and left, saying: "Qing'er, Ah Feng, since they don't welcome us, let's leave!"
At this time, a handsome man stood up with a sword in his hand, shouted coldly, "Isn't this the Yan Mansion that you can come and leave as soon as you say?"
Lin Yu turned around slightly, smiled calmly, and said: "Looking at your majesty and extraordinary demeanor, you must be Ouyang Yibing, the eldest son of the Ouyang family in Jinan Prefecture, Shandong."
Ouyang Yibing's expression was very arrogant, he snorted, glanced at Lin Yu disdainfully, and shouted coldly: "Not bad, you are a bit knowledgeable, and you also know my name, Ouyang Yibing."
Lin Yu smiled slightly and said: "Walking in the rivers and lakes, how can you not know the affairs of the rivers and lakes? I wonder what Brother Ouyang wants to do when he stops low-class people?"
Ouyang Yi shouted in a cold voice, "Don't call me brother here. I, Ouyang Yibing, don't have a brother like you who is a nobody."
Seeing Lin Yu being humiliated, Liu Ziqing next to him snorted coldly and shouted: "Who wants to call you a brother? You are a pervert..."
Liu Ziqing suddenly realized that it was a bit inappropriate to openly call Lin Yu a thief here, but calling him by his first name did not seem very friendly. His watery eyes rolled around and he said: "Brother Yu doesn't want to be with a sick cat like you."
We are brothers, huh!"
When Liu Ziqing is angry, she is as beautiful as a fairy in the sky, at least in Ouyang Yibing's eyes. If someone dared to call him a sick cat, he would have been so angry that he would have drawn his sword to stab them. But.
This time, not only did he not draw his sword, he didn't even show any anger on his face. He just looked at Liu Ziqing's foolish smile.
At this time, the man in green who had been standing next to him came out with a long sword in hand. He bowed slightly to Lin Yu and said, "I see that Brother Lin also uses swords as weapons. Next week, Yang is willing to learn from Brother Lin."
Great move."
Lin Yu smiled slightly and said: "My sword is never easily unsheathed. I hope Brother Zhou can forgive me!"
Zhou Yang looked angry and shouted: "Are you looking down on me?"
Lin Yu smiled calmly and said: "Brother Zhou, don't misunderstand me. The person who wants to compete with you today is not me, but someone else."
After saying that, Lin Yu looked at Ah Feng with a smile.
Ah Feng seemed to realize something, and then he raised the black dagger in his hand into the air, and shouted in a cold voice: "Whoever wants to compete with me today, just come over, I, Ah Feng, will definitely accompany you to the end!"
At this time, Ouyang Yi snorted coldly and shouted: "You dare to show off your power here with just a short knife. You don't take my Ouyang family seriously!"
Ah Feng's eyes were like sharp swords. He looked at him coldly and shouted: "I just don't take you seriously!"
Ouyang Yibing has been pampered since he was a child. He has always bullied others since he was a child. He has never been bullied like this before. He immediately became furious. He raised his sword and flew out. He shouted angrily: "Since you are looking for death, today
I will make it happen for you."
When he finished speaking, his sword had already stabbed directly towards Ah Feng's throat.
Ah Feng did not take this seriously. Although Ouyang Yibing's moves were as gorgeous as his own, in Ah Feng's eyes, these were just tricks to deceive children. They had no other effect besides looking good.
Just when Ouyang Yibing was feeling proud, he suddenly saw Ah Feng moving, moving like the wind.
Ouyang Yibing's expression was horrified when he saw this scene. Before he could catch A Feng's figure, he suddenly felt the long sword in his hand tremble. Before he could recover, he was directly thrown away.
When other people saw this scene, they were all shocked. The people from the Ouyang Family even rubbed their eyes hard. They couldn't believe that everything they saw before them was real. The future head of their Ouyang Family was actually so vulnerable. He couldn't even make a single move.
If you pass, you lose.
Ouyang Yibing stood there with dull eyes. The breeze blew by, revealing a panicked face. He raised his head slightly and looked into Ah Feng's eyes to see if he was a human or a ghost.
But just as he raised his head, he suddenly lowered his head again. Ah Feng's black eyes were like lightning and swords, making him dare not look directly.
Seeing this scene, an elder of the Ouyang family hurriedly stepped forward to support Ouyang Yibing and asked with a concerned expression: "Yibing, are you okay?"
Zhou Yang was shocked when he saw this scene. He didn't expect that this young man who looked to be less than twenty years old could actually have such fast sword skills. Even he might be ashamed of his speed. This has always made him a genius.
How can a swordsman who grew up under the halo be willing to do so?
Thinking of this, Zhou Yang stood up with a solemn expression, bowed his hands to Ah Feng, and said: "The third young master of Canhua Villa, Zhou Yang, is here to ask Young Hero Ah Feng for his advice!"
Canhua Villa is very famous in Daming Prefecture in Hebei Province, and Zhou Yang himself is also a genius in martial arts. At least there are people who can practice Canhua Sword Art to the eighth level before the age of thirty. Except for Zhou Canhua, who founded the Canhua sect back then, he has been a martial arts genius for hundreds of years.
He should be the first person here.
Ah Feng's face changed slightly, and he made a gesture of invitation and said: "Suwen Canhua Villa's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the martial arts world, and today is a good time for me to open my eyes."
Zhou Yang waved his sword into the wind, and his figure was like a ghost, moving back and forth in the wind. In a moment, he had thrust out seven or forty-nine swords, all heading towards Afeng's Mingmen.
Ah Feng's face darkened slightly when he saw this scene. His eyes were like two lightning bolts, searching for Zhou Yang's figure in the wind.
Although Zhou Yang's sword is as fast as lightning, it misses Ah Feng every time. Three rounds have passed, and the two sides are still fighting inextricably. In a short period of time, no one can do anything to the other.
The outcome is still undecided. For others, it is just a tie. But for Zhou Yang, who has always regarded himself as a genius, this can be regarded as a great shame and humiliation, especially since the other party is several years younger than himself.
, how could he swallow this breath!
Zhou Yang glanced at A Feng coldly, then glanced at Yan Hong next to him from the corner of his eye, gritted his teeth and shouted secretly: I will definitely defeat you, I will definitely...
Then he saw his anger sinking into his Dantian, and he swung his sword with luck, drawing a flower-shaped sword arc in mid-air. The wind blew away red flowers, and in a moment, flowers flew and fell all over the sky, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Seeing the flowers flying, everyone couldn't help being surprised, and everyone looked at it with their mouths wide open. Zhou Feihua, the owner of Canhua Villa, was even more pleased, stroking his slightly white beard, and nodded with a smile,
He said softly: "I didn't expect Yang'er to be so proficient in this skill. It seems that breaking through the eighth level bottleneck and mastering the ninth level of swordsmanship is just around the corner."
Although it looked like he was mumbling these words to himself, in fact he was just talking to the head of the Yan family next to him, Yan Biao.
Yan Biao nodded, raised his hand, and said, "Congratulations to Brother Zhou. Your son has achieved such an achievement at such a young age. His future will be limitless. Canhua Villa will definitely be in the hands of nephew Zhou Xian."
It will flourish and become famous in the world!"
Zhou Feihua smiled slightly and said: "Brother Yan, I heard that Yan Hong's niece has mastered the true inheritance of Tianjue Master of the Emei Sect, and her future future is truly limitless."
Yan Biao smiled and shook his head and said: "Brother Zhou, you are really kidding me. Yan Hong is a girl who only practices martial arts for self-defense. If she has any future, it is only right to find a good home."
Zhou Feihua nodded lightly and said: "Brother Yan is right. You see that niece Yan Hong and my Yang'er are really talented and beautiful. They are a match made in heaven. If they get married one day, it will be a blessing for hundreds of years."
They are truly a couple of gods and goddesses that everyone envies."
"Zhuang Master Zhou, it seems a bit too early to say this now. At least we have to wait until Brother Zhou wins this Ah Feng." After listening to the conversation between the two, Ning Sanqiang, who was next to him, looked slightly angry.