The challenge continues.

Preparations for Junsheng are also underway.

He is very satisfied with this incident, as long as the matter is bigger, it attracts more and more attention.

Then the less attention he will receive on his side.

The smoother his laundering/money will be.

"Let's make trouble, let's make trouble, the bigger the trouble, the better." Jian Junsheng sneered, "Keep an eye on Qin Song and them, I don't want anything to go wrong." ”

"Yes, young master."

However.

Jian Junsheng thought that no one noticed him, but in fact, Lin Fan's eyes never left him.

Things got to this point, and he felt more and more that Tie Junsheng was doing a big thing.

Otherwise, it will not push him to the cusp, and there is no sign of stopping.

With the challenge of a thousand songs, the martial arts of the entire Southern Province were crumbling.

In the past few days, thousands of songs and hundreds of swords have challenged eleven martial arts halls in a row, and none of them have been defeated, and now the martial arts community in Southern Province is already panicking.

A lot of people are talking about it.

"Now only the Sijia Martial Arts Pavilion has not been challenged, right?"

"It seems that as long as there is a martial arts hall where the master of Huajin is in charge, these thousands of songs and hundreds of swords have been walked through, if you guess correctly, you will go to the Sijia martial arts hall in the afternoon!"

"Si Yanfeng, the master of the Sijia Pavilion, if he can't support it, then the martial arts of Southern Province will be trampled under this stick!"

"Shame."

"It's all to blame on the one surnamed Lin, look at such a big thing."

Some people regard Si Shangfeng as the last straw for the martial arts of Southern Province, and some people blame Lin Fan for the root cause of all this, and they are very dissatisfied.

"Shhhh Be quiet, do you know who this Lin Fan is?" Someone immediately made a gesture of boos.

"Who? Isn't it awesome? ”

"It's not just, it's just, okay? The Lin family, the four major families in Southern Province, is him. ”

"What? The Lin family? ”

The crowd exclaimed.

What's more, it's the twentieth century, and modern society is no longer the era of cold weapons in that martial era.

In this society, money has the right to have the final say, and the rules of martial arts are only in the hands of martial artists.

Most people still have to live according to the laws of society.

So when it came to the Lin family, many people couldn't help but take a breath, no one expected that Lin Fan, who had set off the whole wave, would be the eldest of the Lin family.

This time they shut up.

Even if they were still talking, their voices were several times quieter.

This is the influence of the Lin family in Southern Province.

At the same time, many people are puzzled: "You said that Lin Fan is the eldest young master of his family, and he is not from the martial arts world, why did he make such a big disturbance?" ”

"Besides, he let out these words, let the stick trample the Southern Provincial Martial Arts Realm under his feet, and if he can't close the field in the end, it will be a shame for our own family."

"Not really. In my opinion, he is just a gentleman who has nothing to do, and in the end, he has to rely on the master of the pavilion. If he falls, the Southern Province Martial Dao, I'm afraid that no one will be able to stop this thousand songs. ”

A group of people pinned their last hope on Si Shangfeng.

The eyes that looked at the Sijia Martial Arts Hall were full of anticipation.

"Look, a thousand songs and a hundred knives are coming."

At this moment, I don't know who shouted, and everyone looked behind them.

I saw Qian Song Baidao walking slowly with a seven-foot long knife, and every step seemed to contain a certain rhythm, which was unpredictable.

Behind him are the Korean Wave, Kim Eun-joo, Park Nyima and the like, who are following behind Qiansong Baidao at this moment, and they are all very proud.

In the past few days, they can be said to have been out of the limelight, and the scenery was unlimited for a while.

Now follow the thousand songs and hundreds of swords to challenge the last martial arts hall, as long as they succeed, then they will inevitably become famous and resound in the Chinese martial arts world.

One foot on one province, this head, how loud.

Thousands of songs and hundreds of knives walked through, and the crowd naturally diverted.

The man, who was only forty-six years old, paced in front of the Sijia Martial Arts Pavilion, looked up at the signboard at the door, and said slowly: "A thousand songs and a hundred swords, please see the master of the Si Pavilion." ”

Crunch.

The door of the martial arts hall opened, and a man in Tsing Yi walked out.

Si Shangfeng.

The owner of the Sijia Martial Arts Pavilion, a master of chemical strength.

Because of his perennial martial arts practice, although he is fifty-three years old, he looks like he is only in his early thirties.

Behind him, a group of martial arts hall disciples stood, and on the side stood the bear people of the Xiong Clan's martial arts hall, as well as many colleagues in the martial arts world.

These people have been challenged by Qiansong and Hundred Swords before, and they all failed, and now when they see Qiansong and Hundred Swords, they can't help but snort lightly, and they are very unhappy.

But Si Shangfeng stretched out his hand in a rather elegant manner: "Please." ”

Qiansong Baidao nodded, very coldly, and walked straight towards the martial arts hall.

There is a large martial arts arena in the martial arts hall, which is the place where the disciples of the martial arts hall usually practice martial arts, and it has been sorted out at the moment, waiting for the arrival of a thousand songs and hundreds of swords.

"You just have to take me with a knife, catch it, and I'll leave." Entering the martial arts arena, a thousand songs and hundreds of swords spoke again.

A straight knife?

Everyone's faces changed, they used to take three knives, but now they have become one knife, this thousand songs and hundreds of knives are too crazy, right?

The bear people, Yin Ping, also had ugly faces, as if they had been humiliated.

Si Shangfeng frowned even more, feeling an invisible pressure fall on his shoulders.

When he challenged the bear man before, Yin Ping was limited to three knives, but now it is his turn to be one knife.

Qian Songyi made it clear that he was going to take the last kick and step on the martial arts of Southern Province to death.

This seems to be easier than receiving three knives, but in fact, the pressure of this knife will be much stronger than that of three knives!

Sticks, how can you be okay?

Seeing Si Shangfeng's embarrassed face, the Korean Wave, Jin Enzuo, smiled smugly one by one, and the dog was powerful.

The bear man reminded worriedly: "Brother Si, this thousand songs and hundreds of knives are coming out quickly, you must be careful." ”

Yin Ping on the side also meant this, and nodded, Si Shangfeng is the last hope of the martial arts in Southern Province, if he loses.

That's a shame to throw home!

At that time, the southern province will be reduced to the shame of Chinese martial arts.

As for Lin Fan, they didn't expect this troublemaker to come to an end at all.

Feeling the expectations of everyone, the pressure on his shoulders seems to be heavy.

"I do my best." Si Shangfeng took a breath, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

He didn't feel the stick in the first place, but now he came to the door with a thousand songs, and he should do his best.

"Stand back." Si Shangfeng retreated from the disciples behind him.

"Stand down, too." Qian Song Baidao also waved his hand, and Hallyu, Kim Eun-jo, and Park Nyima also pushed away.

As for the other onlookers, they also hurriedly flashed far away, and the masters fought each other, they didn't dare to watch at close range, if they were accidentally affected, their lives might be gone.

As soon as everyone retreated, the martial arts arena seemed a little empty, leaving only Si Shangfeng and Qiansong Baidao standing in the field.

A person with a long sword in his hand, his green clothes fluttering, and his face was solemn.

A long knife wrapped around it, not moving at all, but green pine freehand.

(End of chapter)