Chapter Ninety-Two: Wind and Rain

The sky was groggy and I don't know when, a cloud came and it started to rain.

It didn't rain heavily, but for some reason, there was an icy feeling.

The monk is fine, but the other bigwigs and assistants around them have opened their umbrellas, and they look at it, which is quite flavorful.

Su Yun held up the umbrella and looked up, the corners of his mouth inevitably showed a hint of happiness: "After all, it won't work, whether he is a monk or not, but he is not Master Park's opponent, no matter how powerful he is, as long as he dies, it will be nothing." ”

He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his rain-soaked watch.

Wei Changfeng sighed: "So many people, do you really think that Brother Park will fail? It's really ridiculous, since Brother Park entered the monk, except for one defeat decades ago, the rest of the people have never been defeated. ”

"I seem to see Master Park again, this southern circle of monks, after several years of silence, is finally about to turmoil. ”

As he was talking, he saw lightning suddenly sound on the top of the mountain!

No!

It wasn't lightning, it was a knife in Master Park's hand.

The sword snow is extremely bright, shuttling through the rain, leaving an afterimage in the air.

A hint of strange color flashed in Lu Feng's eyes, he didn't have a sword in his hand, so he could only use his flesh palm as a weapon.

After all, the opponent's weapons are much more terrifying, after all, they are carefully crafted, not like Li Peng gave to Lu Feng, which is more ornamental than practical.

The aura surged into the palm of his hand, in fact, although Lu Feng had only opened the second realm, but fortunately, because of the mental method, the strength of the aura far exceeded this realm, otherwise, it would be difficult to resist.

On the top of the mountain, only a crackling sound was heard, and everyone's hearts trembled, because they saw Lu Feng receiving the opponent's attack with his palm.

"Crazy, crazy!"

"What kind of realm is this Master Lu, even if it is a grandmaster, he doesn't dare to take the weapon of an opponent of the same level with his bare hands. ”

On the mountainside, the group of monks turned pale, apparently stimulated.

"It's not impossible, if the strength of the aura is comparable to a sword, then why can't you use your physical body to block the weapon?"

Qingchen Daoist whispered, and the rain fell on his body like a jade bead, and instead of drenching him, it jingled and splashed, scattering in all directions.

"Master Qingchen, having said that, but this is too terrifying, could it be that kid has a cultivation method, and it is an extremely strong mental method......" said a monk, a hint of color flashed in his eyes.

Then the atmosphere changed.

Master Qingchen naturally knows what these people think, according to the old ancestor, cultivating immortals is nothing more than a wealthy couple.

That young monk was able to reach this level because he had great resources.

"If you want to rob, you must also have this ability. He just said something lightly, and of course no one would listen.

Hula!

A gust of wind blew.

Lu Feng only felt that the rain all over the mountain was pouring towards him, and immediately after, endless sword light followed.

The wind and rain are like knives, and they are coming suddenly!

"Fight!"

Lu Feng only felt that his scalp was numb, and the skin on his face was extremely tingling, but the matter had come to this point, and he could only fight.

He mobilized all the aura in his body, sank his lower body, and stepped forward.

Crash!

That foot fell, splashed at any time, and the weeds flew, but it was quickly washed away by the wind and rain.

Lu Feng lunged out, and at this moment, all the aura in his body was gathered on the fist of his right hand.

He hadn't learned any other combat techniques, so he could only run the Yongzi Sword Technique, and this punch had a trace of sword intent.

"Desperate?"

Master Park was on tiptoe, as if he was stepping on the wind and rain, looking at the other party's punch, slightly surprised, and a look of jealousy appeared on his face.

"Tut-tut, yes, it's really good, this punch, if I go next, I'm afraid I'll also get hurt, but, why should I take it?"

As an old monster who has been cultivating for decades, although his cultivation has progressed slowly over the years, Master Park has also put all his attention on the control of the aura and the control of the physical body.

His knife has been castrated, and if he is an ordinary monk, he can only cut it down and collide with Lu Feng's punch.

But Master Pu took it back with the help of the strength of his waist and abdomen.

The wind and rain are still there, but his people have fallen back on the grass pavilion.

Rumble!

Lu Feng's punch lost its target and smashed into the air, because there was no force point, causing this punch to seem to hit his arm, and in an instant, the bones exploded and the meridians burst out.

The sky was full of wind and rain, and it turned upside down.

Mo Dingshan frowned slightly, looked into the distance through the rain curtain in front of him, and said worriedly: "Mr. Lu has suffered from experience, that Master Pu is too old and spicy. ”

Li Xuyong lowered his head and did not speak, but looked at his mobile phone.

After waiting for a while, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, raised his head and said, "If Master Lu loses, it will be impossible for the other party to kill him." ”

"Dad, grandpa sent someone?" Li Peng suddenly looked around.

The rain hit the dim plants and made a sound, but he didn't know if it was the sound of rain or the footsteps of people.

Li Xuyong said inexplicably: "Although the world can't interfere too much in the monk circle, but if Mr. Lu is really that Master Lu, he has made great contributions to the country, then we have to protect it, and others will not have opinions."