"How could this happen?" Nie Fengyuan was surprised. His swordsmanship could have visited Japan's top kendo masters to learn. Although he only learned a little bit of superficiality, it was not something that ordinary people could resist.
When Zhong Yilan saw that Zhuo Bufan was fine, there was a little lightness between his eyebrows and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, come again." Nie Fengyuan held the hilt of the sword tightly, took a step forward with his right foot, and his wrist trembled. This time the sharp sword tip pierced the air, pulled out three silver sword flowers, blocking all the retreat paths of Zhuo Bufan.
The sword head came towards us.
Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "Bored."
After saying that, he raised his hand and slashed directly with the most ordinary sword technique. The rest of the people's eyes showed contempt. Only those who could not play fencing would slash recklessly, without any technical content.
However, Nie Fengyuan's pupils had already dilated, and he could not stop this sword or avoid it, because he felt that he was already covered by sword energy. This familiar feeling was only when he was studying in Japan, when he was in his master.
I've seen it once.
"Soldier!"
This ordinary sword slowly fell down, directly knocking the flower sword in Nie Fengyuan's hand on the carpet, slashing it straight down, and finally landing one centimeter above the hood and suddenly stopped.
Nie Fengyuan's hands and feet were stiff, his forehead and neck were covered in cold sweat, and his pupils were wide open.
He had a premonition that if Zhuo Bufan really slashed the foil sword, the shield above his head would not be able to stop it, and he had even felt the fear brought by the breath of death just now.
The whole audience was cold and silent, and everyone looked at Nie Fengyuan incredible.
How could Mr. Nie lose?
"He doesn't know how to fencing at all. He chops horizontally and vertically like a reckless man, and has no artistic skills." A girl said disdainfully.
Zhang Mengmeng and Zhong Ya also had the same idea in their minds. Fencing is a popular elegant sport among the nobles of the upper class. You are like a butcher, slashing horizontally and vertically, so what if you win?
Others saw that Zhuo Bufan could not fencing, but although he won, the disdain in his eyes became even stronger.
"Mr. Nie, are you okay?" Zhang Yong frowned and quickly walked up two steps, staring at Zhuo Bufan like lightning and said, "Mr. Zhuo, everyone can talk until they are about to talk. Do you know that you almost hurt Mr. Nie?"
Zhuo Bufan sneered coldly:
"I didn't even bring a protective gear on my body. He came over with a sword and wanted to hit me. I just knocked down his flower sword and didn't hurt him. Do you only allow the state officials to set fire and not allow the people to light the lamp?"
"Mr. Zhuo, I, Nie Fengyuan, admit defeat." Nie Fengyuan took off the shield, and a faint look flashed in his pupils.
After saying that, Nie Fengyuan turned around and left the club with a group of people. Zhang Mengmeng hesitated for a moment and followed her two classmates.
Zhong Yilan pulled Zhuo Bufan's arm and smiled Ruhua and said, "Anyone, I can't afford to lose, and I still call myself a wealthy young man, without any demeanor. But speaking of this, I was really worried about you just now, you really didn't.
Have you learned fencing?”
"I haven't learned anything, just some fancy fists and embroidered moves, but my strength is faster than him. It's the true meaning of martial arts." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.
"What is the truth? Have you learned martial arts?" Zhong Yilan knew nothing about these things.
Zhuo Bufan explained: "For example, you are in a very advanced martial arts, but when facing a tank, his strength is stronger than you and his defense is higher than you. What will you use to hit it?"
"Oh, so that's how it is." Zhong Yilan pointed at her white chin and said, "But thank you today, I've helped me a lot."
It was at this moment.
Four men sat in a private room in the hotel.
Zhong Shousong sat firmly on the sofa, and the old butler was slightly bent beside him, wearing a long black robe and holding short hair. He looked at his standing posture carefully. His soles of his feet were on the ground, and his heels were slightly undulating on the ground, standing like a horse,
He is obviously a martial arts master.
A young man in his 25 or 26 years old sat opposite him, wearing a high-end style made by Armani, which set off an elegant method, and a tall figure, coupled with a handsome face, can definitely make many women scream.
This young man is Cao Simiao, the richest man in Xuzhou now. Even Zhong Shousong has to be polite to him and meet him in person.
Next to Cao Simiao was an old man in Tang suit, with white hair and white hair, clear and thin face. He occasionally showed a trace of lust in his slightly opened eyes. The old butler had been looking at him for a long time, but he looked at him.
No clues come out.
"Mr. Zhong, today is your birthday. My uncle has no time to come here. I specially told me to come over to celebrate the old man's birthday." Cao Simiao chuckled, showing the style of a child of aristocratic families, both in his movements and expressions.
Zhong Shousong was a little flattered and said: "The richest man Cao is busy with business, and being able to think about his birthday is also a blessing for me."
Cao Simiao smiled faintly and said, "Actually, I have something I want to discuss with Mr. Zhong today."
"Oh, I don't know what's going on?" Zhong Shousong frowned slightly, with a look of suspicion in his eyes.
Cao Youwei's company has been listed in trading banks one after another. He is now the richest man in Xuzhou, with assets of tens of billions. Although their Zhong family is also a prominent family, they are just a third-level family after all. You can still find a tree of two hands in Xuzhou. Let's talk about it.
Their Zhong family and the Cao family had no social relationships. Today, Cao Simiao came here in person, which surprised him.
"The one next to me is Mr. Gu, who comes from an ancient sect, proficient in Yin and Yang Bagua, Feng Shui, heaven and earth, and more importantly, he is a Feng Shui master." Cao Simiao looked at the old man beside him and introduced.
Zhong Shousong bowed and said, "Ancient."
Gu Lao just nodded slightly, his posture was very strong, and the butler standing next to Zhong Shousong could not see it, and snorted coldly: "What Feng Shui master is not a trick to pretend to be a god, right?"
Cao Simiao's face suddenly changed. Zhong Shousong frowned and shouted angrily: "Old Li is not allowed to be rude. This is Mr. Cao's guest. Is there any part of your conversation here?"
"Master, I'm just telling the truth. I also know several Feng Shui masters in Xuzhou. They are all people who are strong outside and pretend to be evil. I'm just afraid that Mr. Cao will be deceived." The old butler said without hesitation.
Cao Simiao laughed and said, "Mr. Zhong, you, the housekeeper, are also kind-hearted, but Master Gu is a real Feng Shui master."
"Is that true? I don't know what you have?" the old butler said obviously disdainfully.
Gu Lao suddenly opened his eyes, and a ray of green light emitted from his pupils. With a wave of his hand, two green lights shot out from his cuffs, like a featherless arrow shot away. Before the old butler could react, he was caught by two
The green light hit, and the whole person flew out directly, fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. (To be continued)