Feng Jin outside the arena looked at these girls in their twenties, and even many old aunts who were almost thirty years old, shouting "Brother Li" and "Brother Li" frantically over there.

At this time, it was as if 100,000 grass and mud horses were roaring past in my heart......

Feng Jin grew up with Feng since he was a child, and the two of them have long been immune to each other's appearance, but he really didn't expect that Feng would be so handsome.

Well, that's right, he always thought that Feng was a mediocre brother, a very good brother to him, but his strength and appearance belong to the upper middle, his strength is not weak, he is not ugly, and I'm afraid even he thinks so.

But until today, he didn't know what it meant to "never see the world", and this group of girls and old aunts was a perfect interpretation.

"Monroe, do you think Feng is so handsome?" Feng Jin really couldn't hold back, shook the girl's little jade hand, and approached.

Ma Monroe rolled his eyes when he heard this, and said coquettishly: "That is, you don't think Brother Feng is handsome, hum~"

Feng Jin smirked for a while, and suddenly said inexplicably: "Monroe, you changed your words very quickly!"

As soon as these words came out, Ma Menglu's pretty face instantly pulled down, and said fiercely: "Believe it or not, I bit you to death, you are getting closer and closer to Mengyi now, and the brain circuit is clear!"

"Hiss-I was wrong, I was wrong, don't bite me, am I just excited, I said it without holding back......" Feng Jin gasped and said aggrievedly.

"Die, when did you say something excitedly, you did it on purpose, deliberately laughed at me! Hmph, you're done with you!" Ma Monroe sharpened her little tiger teeth and stared at Feng Jin fiercely.

Feng Jin wanted to cry without tears at this time, what, why did she provoke this master again, obviously she was telling the truth, and she was happy to say it, why did it become a deliberate joke on her.

Ma Monroe is sixteen years old this year, and it stands to reason that he should call Feng Mou's younger brother, but because of Feng Jin's relationship, he called "Brother Feng" like him.

Just as Feng Jin explained to Ma Monroe aggrievedly, the crowd around him suddenly boiled.

"It's Confucianism! Confucianism! Oh my God, the top ten Confucians out of the hundred saints are here!"

"It's really a Confucian person! In previous years, it was a hundred people who were ranked lower, but this year, even Confucian people came!"

"Oh my God, so handsome, this little brother is really handsome!"

Feng Jin and Ma Monroe heard the discussion around them, and they both looked at the field, only to see a young man in Tsing Yi with a sword standing opposite Feng, gentle and elegant, without the temperament of a martial artist.

However, this kind of gentleness and elegance is not deceptive at all, because he does not hide the powerful qi and blood that is rolling in the sky, and he can feel the strength of this person from afar.

Feng Jin couldn't help but have a dark face when he saw this, and he was a little embarrassed, without it, just because he told Feng Mou with a determined face just now: In the previous Dai Zong banquets, only a few of the hundred saints came to compete, and you didn't have the luck to meet it.

And then what...... As soon as he finished speaking, it was less than half an hour before the Confucian Tianjiao came......

Not only could he not see through this kind of thing, but also the countless people around him who watched the banquet and the leaders of the major forces.

Martial arts Dabi, when it comes to the root, he is a platform for communication between powerful and powerful gates, and the second is to find some pillars from the rivers and lakes and the people to introduce them into the court.

Why didn't any of those noble children end up?

As a noble son, that is, the big man above the five capitals, people want to enter the court is a matter of one sentence, people want to show their faces and go directly to Dai Zongtai, where is the kung fu to break in.

There may be a lot of nobles and descendants of powerful ministers at the literary gathering, but there is no one in the martial arts competition, and there is no one to watch the excitement.

The reason is simple, martial arts is a mountain, and the scenery under the mountain is as beautiful as the top of the mountain.

Wendao is a piece of sea, and the scenery on the sea and the scenery under the sea have a unique flavor.

As for the people of the Hundred Saints, they are actually the same as the children of the nobles, so they need to break in one pass, and they can directly enter the Dai Zongtai, and the idle ones will spend that amount of time with you.

In previous years, the reason why there were occasional people from the hundred saints entering the hall was to attract a wave of popularity, and secondly, for the effect of the show, well, that's right......

Therefore, the people of the hundred saints who really went out to compete in martial arts were basically ranked low, and a university school like Confucianism, which resounded in Kyushu for five days, would personally come down to compete with the people in the rivers and lakes.

Feng's face was a little delicate at this time, and the young man in Tsing Yi and him looked at each other for a long time, and they had already explored each other.

"General, I'm going to change my weapon. Feng suddenly turned his head and said to the general of the war army who was in charge of the ruling.

At this time, it has not yet begun, but you can choose another weapon, the general nodded, and Feng went straight to get a three-zhang long halberd.

This behavior simply made countless people dumbfounded, and their eyes almost popped out.

The three-zhang halberd, what a concept, the standard weapon in the army!

The so-called one-year sword, ten-year sword, hundred-year gun halberd, thousand-year trend.

Why do you say a century-old gun halberd? It's not that it's difficult to get started, it's actually the easiest to get started, it's just a person, it's quick to get started, and it's strong to form.

On the battlefield, you may not be able to pick up a long knife after learning it for a month, and it is not uncommon for you to accidentally injure friendly soldiers.

But what about the gun halberd? Don't say a month, just find a recruit cub who has never been on the battlefield, you just need to teach him how to take it, how to stab people, and it's over.

One action, two sentences, done. If you don't need tea time, this person will be able to go to the battlefield, and if you are lucky, you can stab several people to death, and if you are unlucky, you can exchange lives with others.

The gun halberd is one of the easiest to get started with, but one of the most lethal weapons, and if you want to use it well, there are two concepts.

Stick, is the ancestor of a hundred soldiers, since ancient times, the generals of the battlefield basically started from the stick, and then turned to guns, and then according to personal preferences and talents to choose the future route.

Whether it is a continuation of the gun or a more powerful version of the gun - a halberd, or those who like to open and close widely, they will also choose a long knife.

Guns, flexible, swift and powerful. The halberd is to give up part of the flexibility and turn it into lethality, and the halberd cannot be used if it is not a fierce general.

Feng Mou carried a sword casually before, but now he has directly replaced it with a three-zhang halberd, this change is not scary.

When everyone was amazed, Feng Jin's face gradually became solemn at this time, Feng majored in the art of killing, and the art of killing was not just a sword. The sword is a thing in the rivers and lakes, and on the battlefield, it can't be put on the table.

There are often novels that it is written that the general holds a sword to crisscross the military formation, but in fact, it is all nonsense, and the sword is generally three feet long, and it is only five feet to the sky. People's three-zhang long halberd, that is, twenty-seven feet, you can't even get close, how can you talk about killing all sides?

Oh, the saint with the sword, please sit down, and the great saint who has thrown the sword qi for several miles, please ignore this sentence on his own.

Since childhood, he has vowed to cross the battlefield, and he will die on the battlefield, and if he wants to say that the weapon is the best, it can only be a halberd.

On weekdays, he carries a four-foot long sword on his back when he walks the rivers and lakes, but that's just because the twenty-seven-foot-long halberd is too eye-catching and inappropriate.

At this time, Feng changed his sword and chose a halberd, which must prove that this Confucian young man in Tsing Yi is a strong opponent and needs him to come up with the strongest means.

Sure enough, after seeing Feng Mou change into a halberd, the young man in Tsing Yi's face instantly turned black, and he was no longer as gentle and elegant as before.

"Brother Feng, I was arranged by Meng Lao, specifically to learn from you, you don't need to be so serious, this halberd can be stopped without telling the short soldiers to stop, you ......" The young man in Tsing Yi said in a deep voice.

Feng Mou grinned when he heard this, and said a little hideously: "Then you can also go and change it, I can see that you are also majoring in the art of killing." ”

The young man in Tsing Yi's face darkened even more after hearing this, and there was a trace of fluctuation in the qi all over his body, "I change the hammer, and the killing technique is also divided into whether it is good on the battlefield and outside the battlefield, no wonder Teddy said that you are a reckless man, isn't it just a competition, as for this more serious? You guy, it's unreasonable!"