Chapter Fifty-Eight: First Defeat

Unable to open his mouth to defend himself, Li Junfeng's first reaction was to lean back to avoid the incoming punch, then tap the opponent's wrist with his left foot, kick his abdomen with his right foot, and fight back fiercely. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

'Bang', the handsome young man withdrew his fist, and Li Junfeng's foot kicked to the abdomen hard, he stood still, Li Junfeng slid out of the distance, only a 'carp to stand up' got up, but one stumbled, almost unsteady, but his right leg was so numb that he couldn't move.

Li Junfeng was taken aback, since he learned the 'dragon leg method', he had never suffered a loss in a hard collision situation, and this time he kicked it on the iron plate.

There were many Meteor Sword Sect disciples watching on the side, and someone sneered at the moment: "Boy, bullying our Senior Sister Daixue, you still dare to send it to the door, and you don't weigh your own catties, hahaha!"

He Daixue saw that Li Junfeng was not the opponent of the senior brother, and she also raised her head arrogantly, looking at this 'hypocrite' who made her hate with contempt.

The handsome young man wanted to go up again, but he saw a girl standing sideways in front of Li Junfeng, and said coquettishly: "Who are you? Why do you beat people for no reason?"

"Boy, hiding behind a woman is also a skill. The disciple sneered again, causing laughter around him, this person looked like he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, which made people so annoying.

Li Junfeng gently pushed Xiao Luoyan away, staring at the other party coldly, others ridiculed him for not doing it properly, this person did it without asking what happened, which made him a little disgusted, even if he couldn't beat it, he would never back down.

Xiao Luoyan felt that there was a hot wind rushing behind him, but it was Li Junfeng's anger that had already ignited the 'Dragon Flame Explosion', and his figure flashed, so fast that his figure was blurred, and he rushed straight towards the handsome young man.

When it was approaching, Li Junfeng jumped up, stepped down, and the sound of the dragon's roar faintly came out, and the 'dragon leg method' stepped down from above, plus the 'dragon flame explosion' that briefly improved his strength, and the force exceeded a thousand jun.

"Falling Star Earth Break!" "Brother Master simply punched up, his fist streamered, as if a meteor cut through the air, his fists and feet connected, only to hear a loud sound of 'bang', Li Junfeng spit out a mouthful of blood, like a kite with a broken string, flew upside down, fell heavily on the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Senior brother!" Xiao Luoyan rushed over to help him up, but he didn't expect to be pushed away.

Li Junfeng stood up unyieldingly, his legs trembled, his body swayed, as if he would fall down at any time, his eyes were resolute, he just refused to admit defeat, even if the other party was at least ten years older than him.

"Come again!" Li Junfeng spat out a mouthful of foam and put on a posture, Xiao Luoyan looked at his stubborn side face worriedly, but he didn't know what to do.

"Look for death!" Senior Brother rushed over, only two moves, the other party bullied Senior Sister Dai Xue, and if he didn't beat him, it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Suddenly, a wine gourd fell from the sky, and smashed between the two of them with a 'boom', and a wave of air spread out, and the dust flew, breaking the momentum of the master's rush forward, only to hear Mo Shen's voice coming: "I have only been in for a while, why did I fight?"

At the door of the 'Tianxing Pavilion', Mo Shenyuan stood side by side with a middle-aged scribe, the scribe had thick eyebrows and big eyes, extraordinary instruments, wearing a neat literary shirt, carrying his hands behind his back, although he was about fifty, his eyes were as black as deep water, and his temperament exuded leisurely, which made people unconsciously close.

Seeing that Mo Shen came out, Xiao Luoyan said aggrievedly: "Master, this person beat his senior brother to vomit blood as soon as they met, you must uphold justice." After speaking, the beautiful eyes like a crescent moon glared at the senior brother.

"Chen'er, what's the matter?" the middle-aged scribe asked with a straight face, this young man was brought by his uncle, and he was injured by his disciple, so he should ask clearly, otherwise it would not be easy to appease his uncle's temper.

"Back to the master, this person bullied Senior Sister Daixue. The senior brother replied.

This middle-aged scribe turned out to be the head of the Meteor Sword Sect, and at this time, he was also very helpless to accept such a young apprentice from his uncle Mo Shen, but he also had to treat it as an equal, and asked Li Junfeng at the moment: "This friend, is there such a thing?" If it is wrong for us, I will not favor my own disciples. ā€

Li Junfeng was stunned when he heard this, friend? This boss is at least more than half a hundred years old, shouldn't he be called 'Xiaoyou'? However, he saw that the head of the family was kind, and his master was also here, so he told the truth: "At that time, it was Xiaosheng's friend who had some conflicts with this girl, Xiaosheng just wanted to resolve the misunderstanding and became a peacemaker, but he didn't want to hurt people with such a discord as soon as they met. ā€

The head turned his eyes to He Daixue and asked more seriously: "Xue'er, is this friend wrong?"

He Daixue lowered her head, not daring to make eye contact with the master, she had rarely seen the head of the door with such a straight face, knowing that she was a little dizzy because she was wrong, so she had to reply weakly: "That's right." "In front of the majesty of the head, where did she have the courage to lie.

"Chen'er, you have disappointed me too much, as a senior brother of Xuan Xingliu, you do things without consideration, you are unstable, and you will be punished for facing the wall for three months, do you have anything to say?"

"The disciple has nothing to say, and he will receive the punishment. The elder brother's confession made the face of the head soften a lot.

He Daixue was a little unbearable, and interjected: "Master, this is not about the senior brother's business, if you want to punish Daixue, you will punish Daixue!"

The head snorted coldly and said, "Do you think you don't have to be punished? You copied the door rules for me two hundred times." After speaking, he saluted Mo Shensheng, and then brushed his sleeves and left, leaving these disciples who didn't dare to say anything and He Daixue with a pale face.

Mo Shenyuan then walked over and picked up his wine gourd, pulled the stopper, and brought it to Li Junfeng's mouth.

"Master, I don't drink. Li Junfeng blocked it with his hand, he was really the kind of person who poured three cups.

"It's medicinal wine. Mo Shensheng said, then poured a sip into Li Junfeng, stretched out his palm against his chest, and used internal force to dissolve the medicinal power. Li Junfeng only felt a warm current wandering between his heart and lungs, and his breathlessness and pain were reduced a lot.

Looking at Mo Shenyuan's eyes that cared about him, Li Junfeng was a little ashamed and said, "I'm ashamed of Master." ā€

Xiao Luoyan helped him wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and comforted him when he heard the words: "People have cultivated more than ten years earlier than you, what is there to be ashamed of." ā€

Mo Shenyuan asked, "Then do you want to make a face for the teacher?"

Li Junfeng said without thinking: "Of course I want to!" Even if he is not a master, he will not allow himself to lose, because he promised Lan Yajing that he cannot lose to anyone else except for her. The vows I once made are still in my heart, but things are wrong.

Mo Shenyuan carefully looked at this apprentice with extraordinary qualifications, if the fighting spirit is still there, he is a plastic talent, and a person who is defeated once and collapses is not worthy of being his apprentice of a drunken swordman.

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