The news of Murong Fei's martial arts competition with Tang Feng soon spread under Murong Du's instruction. There were many guests, as many as three to four hundred people.
Most of these people knew that Murong Fei was the number one young person in Tiannan Province, but not many had seen him take action. At the same time, everyone was really curious about Tang Feng's identity.
So not long after, the huge martial arts training ground was already packed with people. People stood around the martial arts training ground, with looks of anticipation on their faces.
"Tell me, who will win in the final battle between the two of them?" someone asked.
"It goes without saying that our Gusu Murong Fei is a young hero of our generation. His strength is extraordinary at a young age. He is considered to be the number one young person in Tiannan. Naturally, he wins!"
"I agree with my brother. Who is Murong Fei? He is only about twenty-four years old now. According to rumors, he has already understood the family secrets of Murong from Gusu. He is truly a genius that is rare to see in a century!"
There were nearly three hundred people around the martial arts training ground, and undoubtedly the vast majority of them were optimistic about Murong Fei. After all, his reputation in Tiannan was too great.
However, some people hold a different view: "I don't think so. Didn't you see that the man named Tang Feng was at the door just now, and even the head of Murong's family was polite to him? This shows that this person is anything but simple.
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"So what? Maybe Murong's old family master is polite to him, but that's just because the strength behind him is not simple. This is not enough to show that this person is strong. Besides, he is even younger than Murong Fei.
What capabilities can these have?"
"Isn't that right? Master Murong will definitely win this battle!"
Faced with the comments and discussions around them, the two people standing in the center of the field were completely deaf to them.
Murong Fei was wearing a white satin gown, standing straight with his sword in hand. His robe was fluttering in the cold wind, and he looked indescribably chic and elegant.
Tang Feng, on the other hand, wears very ordinary clothes. Because he grew up in the army, he already has a deep love for military uniforms. Therefore, even if he is not in the army now, he still wears an olive camouflage military uniform with yellow feet.
Brown nubuck military boots.
Although the camouflage military uniform was a bit old, it still gave him a distinctive and vigorous look when worn on his 1.8 meter tall body.
Murong Fei was standing opposite Tang Feng at this moment, staring at him with a pair of calm and determined eyes, and suddenly said: "Where are your weapons?"
Tang Feng stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly: "I never use weapons."
Murong Fei pointed to the rows of weapon racks next to him and said proudly: "We, Murong Murong of Gusu, are from a martial arts family and have eighteen kinds of weapons. You can choose the weapon that suits you best."
Tang Feng smiled, shook his head and said, "Just now, your grandfather, you called me Brother Tang. In a sense, your grandfather and I are the same generation. In other words, you are my junior."
At this point, the corners of Tang Feng's lips raised, and he continued: "I won't use weapons to fight against a junior."
When Murong Fei heard this, he couldn't help but be so angry that his mouth twitched and his whole body trembled. This damn boy is really shameless. His grandfather just called him "Boss Tang" because of his identity as the other party's dragon group. He didn't expect this man named Tang to be...
He just kicked his nose and hit his face.
But after all, he was from a wealthy family and had excellent cultivation. He soon calmed down again and said: "It's okay not to use weapons. It's just a duel later. If I hurt you with the sword in my hand, don't do it."
Blame me."
Tang Feng smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, as long as you have this ability, I won't blame you."
The implication is that you, a kid, are not capable of hurting me.
Murong Fei was not a fool, so he naturally understood. With a sudden clang, he drew his sword.
"In that case, I'm here to learn your clever tricks!" Murong Fei pushed the sword with his chest flat, and with a flick of his wrist, sword flowers immediately appeared on the tip of the sword.
The sword body is completely white, and when the sun shines on it, it still exudes a chilling chill. Anyone who knows swords knows that he has a good sword in his hand. Although it is not at the level of a famous sword, it can definitely cut iron like clay.
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Tang Feng stood there with his hands behind his back, looking straight ahead, not even looking at the sword in his hand.
Seeing that he was being looked down upon, Murong Fei was really angry. He stepped on his foot and the person was already as light as a plum blossom and flew over with great agility.
His figure was as light and agile as a plum blossom, and the sword in his hand seemed as light as a feather. Suddenly he made a sword move, and the sword light danced in an instant, and the sword energy intertwined vertically and horizontally, invisibly weaving into plum blossoms.
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At first glance, there were actually eight plum blossoms. The plum blossoms were flying, exuding a formidable aura under the sun, and surrounding Tang Feng from all directions.
When the red dragon in the distance saw this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Eight plum blossoms have been displayed with just a few movements of his hands. It seems that Master Fei's plum blossom sword flower has become a big one."
Murong Cheng's face was proud, but he said: "It's just a great achievement, and the restoration has not reached the perfect state. This set of plum blossom swordsmanship is an earth-level martial arts. If you practice it to perfection, you can dance out nine plum blossoms in a flip of your hands."
Come."
Murong Du couldn't help but smile and said: "Father, your requirements for Fei'er are too high. He is only a few years old now. At Fei'er's age, he will definitely be able to practice this set of Plum Blossom Sword Technique to perfection in less than two years."
Chi Long said in a deep voice: "The eight plum blossoms have enveloped his entire body. It depends on how this person named Tang can break through it."
Just as he was talking, eight vivid plum blossoms had floated closer, less than half a meter away from Tang Feng.
However, Tang Feng's man still stood there motionless, still looking straight at him, as if he was really admiring the plum blossoms, completely unaware of the power of the plum blossoms.
"Why is he still not moving?" The people around him became anxious when they saw this.
"This person must have been frightened!"
"It's over, the plum blossom sword energy is enveloped, I'm afraid that his hands and feet can be cut off in an instant!"
Many people saw this and couldn't bear to see the horrific sight of Tang Feng's blood splattering on the spot, and couldn't help but close their eyes.
However, at this moment, Tang Feng moved. He raised his hand like lightning, stretched out two fingers and pinched it upward.
In an instant, the eight dancing plum blossoms disappeared instantly, as if they had evaporated out of thin air under the sun, and all movements stopped at this moment.
Everyone looked at it with a look of horror on their faces, and they all exclaimed: "This, how is this possible!"
In the middle of the field, Tang Feng still hadn't moved even a step and was standing there, but there was an extra sword on his index and middle fingers.
He just held the opponent's sword tip, casually and relaxedly, and the snow-white sword body reflected the sunlight on his face, making him look as calm and indifferent as ever.
