The atmosphere was instantly dead silent.

The atmosphere of silence was so strange that even the soldier boy was uneasy, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

At this moment, a fire burned in the middle-aged Confucian student's green eyes, and his right hand slapped Wang Anfeng on the shoulder, howling:

"Little madman, cut him!!"

An internal force poured into the young man's shoulder, shaking the tendons and veins of his right arm, and the round iron spoon suddenly jumped up spontaneously, swinging the wooden gun in the soldier's hand, and its strength was so great that even the young man was dragged and took two steps aside, before he stabilized, his expression was slightly stunned, and then he was ecstatic.

This in the martial arts arena represents agreeing to fight!

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, knowing that he had been subjected to a 'plot', he turned around suddenly, only to see the bright smile of the Confucian student, waved at him, and a burst of anger rose, and the spear in the hand of the soldier on the opposite side had already whistled around and attacked fiercely.

The evil wind gusted, Wang Anfeng's body took advantage of the situation to deflect, his knees were slightly bent, as if he wanted to lean over, and he avoided the shadow of the gun, the young man shouted, his wrist shook, and the spear hit three times in the direction of the young man's dodge.

Wang Anfeng didn't have time to draw his sword, so he only used the iron spoon in his hand as a blade, and swung out an afterimage, or chopping or stabbing, like a green dragon playing in the water, restraining the spear to death.

The middle-aged Confucian chuckled, raised his hand to pick up the pot directly, looked at the ash mixed in it, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he closed his eyes and said:

"Don't get tired of eating, don't get tired of fine...... Don't get tired of eating, don't get tired of eating, don't get tired of eating......"

"It's not clean, it's not sick!"

Smelling the aroma, he simply closed his eyes, his heart was horizontal, his palms were shaken, and the porridge in the pot was tumbling, covering the thin layer of ash underneath, but the aroma became more and more attractive.

On the side, Wang Anfeng caught a glimpse of this scene and was angry, his footwork changed, he dodged the shadow of the gun, and with the momentum of his body rotation, he threw the big round iron spoon violently, roared through the air, and smashed straight on the iron pot, as if the copper bell was shaking, and the Confucian medicine porridge was just about to be entered.

At the same time, the young man's right hand took advantage of the situation to hold the hilt of the sword behind his back, and the shadow of the gun in front of him broke through the air, and his body was slightly volatile, and the wooden sword pulled out an inch, and the spear blade was directly punched out, and the strength poured into the body, but it was directly dissolved by the foundation of the golden bell jar, and only stirred up a circle of strong wind under his feet.

The soldier's expression was slightly stunned, and he suddenly heard the roar of the sword in his ears, and the eight-sided Han sword had been completely drawn, and the strength on the sword edge changed, and the spear blade was bounced away.

Wang Anfeng violently advanced with his sword, the wooden sword whistled and slashed out, turning defense into attack, the sword shadow roared continuously, like a waterfall crossing, with footwork so that the opponent only had the strength to defend for a while, and suddenly shouted loudly, saying:

"You and I have no grievances in the past, no enemies today, why did you suddenly act today?"

Yi Xiuwei was angry when he heard this, held his spear horizontally, stopped the blade of the sword, gritted his teeth and said:

"If it weren't for what you did last time, how could I be hungry and thirsty and make a fool of myself in public?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, angry and funny, and said:

"Are you not eating by yourself, and you are not allowed to open the stove by others?"

"I made some soup under the martial arts field, it doesn't violate the rules of the school palace, there were many people present that day, why did you call your own stomach?"

Yi Xiuwei's mouth opened slightly, and he didn't know how to answer, Wang Anfeng caught a glimpse of the Confucian student who had already wiped off the medicinal porridge on the corner of his mouth on his cuffs, his wrist shook, and the eight-sided Han sword blade advanced again, but the style changed suddenly, like a tiger descending the mountain, violent and domineering, splitting out the afterimage of the Dao, Yi Xiuwei was flustered in his heart, and he didn't notice that he was pointed at the wrist by the young man's sword for a while, and the spear was almost out of his hand, and his heart was cold.

At this moment, the eight-sided Han sword slashed again and again, turning into an afterimage roaring left and right, his scalp was numb in horror, his heart trembled, he only held a gun to defend indiscriminately, and when he felt that he was about to lose, Wang Anfeng suddenly put away his sword, took a step back, and said:

"This brother is so strong."

"You and I can't tell the difference for a while, so why don't we just tie?"

Yi Xiuwei was slightly stunned, looking left and right, and the people around him didn't have any unusual feelings about Wang Anfeng's words.

The young man's sword momentum turned fierce and fierce, and the sword shadow of the Dao Dao was cut out to cover everyone's sight, and he took advantage of the situation to point at the opponent's wrist with a long snake shocking tail, but it was closed in an instant, and others couldn't see it at all, only to see that the two of them fought back and forth, which was quite exciting.

Yi Xiuwei was not stupid, thinking of the meaning of Wang Anfeng's move, as well as the pain in his wrist, knowing that the other party was much stronger than himself, he took advantage of the situation and hugged his fist with gratitude:

"What Brother Wang said is extremely ......"

Before the voice fell, I saw Wang Anfeng's eyes brighten slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, a whip lock rushed out of the young man's wide-sleeved robe like a python, roaring through the air, and rolled directly towards the right leg of the Confucian steward.

On the side, Wang Anfeng clenched his teeth slightly, and the whip lock in his hand was directly locked on the Confucian student's right leg, and with a pull, the other party stumbled, and his plan to steal the medicinal porridge fell through again.

During this time, Wang Anfeng talked with this Confucian student, the two have different personalities and ages, but they are quite in love, only because of Fang Cai's 'secret calculation' trick, and at this time's 'stealing and eating alone' behavior, aroused Wang Anfeng's young temperament in his heart, no matter what, he refused to let him get his wish.

And Confucian Sheng has 'missed' the food three times, and he also hates this 'little madman', he is delicious in his life, whoever robs him of food is to kill him, if he is not in the school palace, he was deceived by the bad old man, and voluntarily set up seven rules, all kinds of restrictions and shackles, he has already taught Wang Anfeng a lesson, but he can't make a move, it doesn't mean that he has no means.

At that moment, his right leg shook, and the whip lock was as soft as a python that had been hit by seven inches, and Confucius took a step back with the pot stove in his arms, and howled loudly at the top of his throat:

"Fufeng Academy, such as students who have studied for less than a year, listen to the uncle!"

The voice is rich and clear, showing a very clever internal kung fu, and it has spread almost throughout the entire school palace.

The disciples of the school palace have practiced for four or five years at most, and most of the students have only studied here for three years, and they will each visit the famous teacher and refine the martial arts and miscellaneous arts.

But he was shocked when he heard the familiar voice, and exclaimed:

"Gua Wazi, you are still here, this porridge is now full of ashes, and you can't eat it, you come again, come again, and the labor and management will kill you with a ......."

After a while, the voice seemed to be out of trouble for a while, and hurriedly shouted:

"All disciples within a year, come to the martial arts arena quickly!"

"Who can defeat Wang Anfeng, this year's soldiers will be exempted from the exam, and the uncle will give you points!"

"Give the first grade!"

The voice came out, turned into scolding, and disappeared again, in the entire Fufeng Palace, but it seemed to be thrown down a Dinghai Xuanwu, and there was a dead silence for a while, after a few breaths, there was a Taoist figure in the Fengzi Building, the six arts of the gentleman, there were teenagers and girls in the six palaces of Fufeng, or holding spears and sticks, or waist with wooden knives and wooden swords, such as a rolling torrent, towards the martial arts field.

First class!