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After sending Jusie away!

"Wow, Master, I didn't expect you to have acquaintances on this vast sea, admire and admire!" Zhuang Sheng had a feeling of throwing himself to Fei Lun at the moment.

Fei Lun smiled noncommittally, broke off a small piece of pastry and tasted it, but did not find that it was poisonous, so he said to Qiao Lengdie: "The dim sum can still be eaten, eat some!" ”

Qiao Lengdie obediently ate half a piece of snack, and as soon as she looked up, she saw an "acquaintance", and whispered in her ear: "Ono Eiji is also here." ”

Fei Lun said lightly: "See, the one carrying the wheelchair!" ”

At this time, Ono was climbing the rope ladder with a wheelchair on his back, and as soon as he stepped on the deck, the figure of the old devil "soared into the sky", jumped out of the deck three feet high, and landed steadily into the wheelchair that Ono had just put down

Then, the Dongying girl who had called Fei Lun to stand in the restaurant of the Peninsula Hotel also went to the deck, and by this time she had changed into a silk black dress, no longer tight, but shining, and the ripples were constantly blowing in the sea breeze.

Fei Lun had to admit that this Dongying woman had very white skin, and her black silk clothes were matched with her mutton fat white jade-like skin, delicate facial features and three-point heroic face, which looked radiant and attractive.

On the deck, almost all the eyes of the young people who were closer to her were locked on her, and even Zhuang Sheng sighed and sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity, this is a female devil, otherwise signing her will definitely be popular for two years." ”

Qi Yuantai laughed when he heard this, and was about to echo Zhuang Sheng's words, but Fei Lun said: "Didn't you say that the old devil in a wheelchair is an enemy?" I bet that Dongying chick is his granddaughter. ”

These words made the prince and Zhuang Sheng look at each other.

Fei Lun no longer paid attention to the Dongying girl, but glanced in the direction of ten o'clock. There was also a rope ladder there, and a group of Indian Asans were on the deck with great skill.

"Didn't you say the Southeast Asian Martial Arts Conference? Why are even Indians coming? Faeron frowned.

Zhuang Sheng hurriedly explained: "It's such a master, India should be the inviting country, and the last time I invited martial arts was a Jiu-Jitsu master from Brazil."

As soon as he finished speaking, the last Indian Ah San to step on the deck caught Faeron's attention, because his body and bearing were very similar to Pallava, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a twin brother.

Dressed in a loose white undershirt, his naturally curly hair was haphazardly tied into a long braid, and he was stamped on his hands when he stepped onto the deck, a strange gesture that should have only been practiced in ancient Buddhism in India. Fortunately, this guy does not have the sinister temperament of Palava and Mosk, which belong to the "Grim Reaper", otherwise Faren may have killed at the first opportunity.

However, the Indian white undershirt was quite sensitive, and Pheren glanced at him and looked at it. To be precise, what he found was not Fei Lun's gaze, but Qiao Lengdie's gaze.

Qiao Lengdie's experience is still shallow, so she naturally doesn't know how to hide her gaze, but a master like an Indian white sweatshirt has a very keen sense, and his pores are especially sensitive to subtle changes in his surroundings, so as long as his eyes are slightly focused on him, he will be immediately noticed.

The eyes of the Indian white sweatshirt are gloomy, giving people a sense of fierceness and horror, but unfortunately it is not enough to deter a talented girl like Qiao Lengdie, but it scares the prince and Zhuang Sheng together.

Feron ignored the look in the Indian white sweatshirt, bowed his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a disdainful smile.

The Indian white undershirt immediately realized how terrible Faren was, whispered a few words with his companions, and took the initiative to come over.

When he got to Feron, the Indian white undershirt stayed a foot away with interest. One zhang is the absolute safe distance that the Indian white undershirt thinks can cope with any unexpected situation.

"Your Excellency's heart is so strong, and your blood is so vigorous, that you are the first person you have seen in many years." The Indian white undershirt put his hands together and bowed to Feron, "I don't know what your Excellency's name is?" ”

Fei Lun frowned, since he became the captain in the reincarnation space, no one dared to call him a widow in front of him.

Thinking of this, Fei Lun sneered: "Yizhang? Is it really a safe distance? After saying that, the figure flashed.

The Indian white sweatshirt frowned slightly, and was about to say more, but his eyes widened, because before he could speak, Fei Lun actually went from the bench outside his zhang to the direction of nine o'clock, and slashed at him with his hand knife, and in the half blink of an eye, he reached less than an inch above his shoulder blades.

The Indian white sweatshirt was shocked, and his entire left shoulder and left hand twisted strangely, and he actually clamped Feron's wrist with the palm of his left hand.

"Ancient Yoga?!" Seeing such a trick, Qi Yuan Tai and Zhuang Sheng were shocked inexplicably.

It's a pity that Fei Lun is beyond the imagination of the Indian white undershirt and the people present, in the case of being grabbed by the wrist, the five fingers are changed to pecking, and the wrist of the white undershirt is "hooked" in the way of a cobra bite.

The Indian white sweatshirt was like a thunderbolt, and his body, which had reached the extreme flexibility, instantly turned into a swimming fish, swayed from side to side a few times, quickly distanced himself from Fei Lun, retreated two feet away, and looked at him fearfully.

Fei Lun smiled and said, "Ancient yoga, but Er'er. ”

The Indian white sweatshirt saluted him and said: "The kung fu of the pavilion is extremely clever, Na Luo Yan bows to him!" ”!

"Miao @ Vitian!?" Feren's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Exactly!" The white-jersey Naroyan bowed again, "I don't know Your Excellency's name..."

Feren snorted, "You don't need to know my name. "In fact, at this time, he has already moved to kill Na Luoyan, even if this Indian Ah San does not have the breath of "death" on his body, but he should be of the same origin as Palava, and if he can't keep it, he will trouble him one day.

You must know that Na Luoyan's kung fu is not as good as Fei Lun, but it is enough to deal with other people, especially to deal with the current Qiao Lengdie, it is more than enough to deal with the current Qiao Lengdie, rather than missing today, beware of this Indian Ah San everywhere, it is better to kill a hundred nearby.

Even if Naroyan knew of Pallava's death but had no intention of avenging it, Feren did not want to leave such a hidden danger, for him, it was called "the heart to harm others, and the heart to defend people is indispensable".

For Fei Lun's unkindness, Na Luo Yan was obviously mentally prepared, and immediately gave another salute, and walked backwards a few steps before turning around and leaving.

It was only at this time that the crown prince and Zhuang Sheng recovered from the shock, and their eyes looked at Fei Lun even more uphill.

Fortunately, Faeron and Na Luoyan fought very quickly, and there was no one within a radius of a few zhang, so it didn't attract attention, otherwise this alone would make the little devils unable to fight.

After a while, several more groups of people came up to the deck one after another. At this moment, although the huge deck was not overcrowded, at least one-fifth of the places were crowded, and familiar martial arts people were greeting each other. Then, they found their own seats and sat down one after another.

It was almost noon, but the surrounding three-point beauties only provided drinks and fruits for the people who came to participate in the martial arts, but there was no meal. The various warriors didn't care about this, and it seemed that they had expected this situation for a long time.

Fei Lun clearly knows that in the current world, there is no one in a million who has truly cultivated the kind of true qi mentioned in martial arts novels, and most of the internal cultivation methods are used to achieve the purpose of strengthening (rigid) and warming (soft) their own meridians and muscles.

Therefore, many of the warriors of the inner family eat an astonishing amount of food, but this is not a reason for them to eat haze when they arrive at the meal.

To put it bluntly, it is how much nutrients and oxygen can be provided by one's own blood to various parts of the body, and if you eat a lot of things before the competition, more blood will be supplied to the digestive system, which is not good for the competition, and it is even more unfavorable for the battle of life and death.

At this time, that is, before the fight of life and death, a delicate balance must be reached between adjusting the state and consuming a small amount of food, otherwise it is likely that others will take advantage of it and lose their lives.

When everyone was seated, Fernando's old boy took the stage and began to speak on behalf of the organizer, the Ayana Group. After a round of nonsense, the referees from several martial arts powers in Southeast Asia appeared on the stage, and Zhi Xuan was on the list.

Then, an old man in a brocade robe, who was a little trembling when he walked, came to the stage to announce the rules. Don't look at him walking a little fluttering, but his speech is clear and full of energy.

"This conference is divided into two parts, one is to preset life and death, and the other is to communicate freely; Free communication is also divided into two parts, one is to learn from each other, and the other is to fight grievances. ”

The grievances listened to the ears, but it was just a different way of saying, but in fact it was still life and death.

When Fei Lun heard this, he couldn't help but smile on his face, it's funny to cover his ears and steal the bell like this! sex! In a flash of thought, he couldn't help but ask Zhuang Shengdao: "The old man on the stage, who is he?" ”

"Isn't it, Master, you don't even know him?" Zhuang Sheng was somewhat surprised and surprised.

Fei Lun glared at Zhuang Sheng and said lightly, "Is it necessary for me to know him?" ”

Thinking about Fei Lun's terrifying force, Zhuang Sheng hurriedly patted his horse and said: "That is, Master, your old man is like a lonely man who lives in seclusion outside Xiangyang City, he is a hermit master, and there is no need to know Qiu Moquan, the honorary president of the Chinese Guoshu Association." ”

Fei Lun muttered the name "Qiu Moquan", raised his hand and gave Zhuang Sheng a burst of shock, and reprimanded: "This old guy has entered the power of transformation, I can despise him, but you are still a few streets away from him!" ”

When Zhuang Sheng heard this, he was shocked and said with a shy face: "Master, I also know that there is a big gap with President Qiu, how about your old man teach me something!" ”

Faeron looked at him again and said, "Okay, that's no problem!" When I'm out of leave, you'll go to the police department and practice fighting with my men! I'll teach you something special when the time comes. ”

Zhuang Sheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he was overjoyed: "Thank you, Master!" ”

Qi Yuan next to him looked envious, his mouth moved, but he never dared to say what he said in his heart.

Fei Lun saw through the prince's thoughts at a glance, patted him on the shoulder and said, "You can't chew it if you are greedy, the true qi I lost to you last time is still there, right?" You haven't forgotten the line, right? Keep practicing and you'll have unexpected results! ”。 (To be continued)