When the rest of the disciples heard this, they all subconsciously pricked up their ears, Feng Lang took a fancy to the new long sword, this time there was a lively look, according to Feng Lang's temper, if you don't give it, the new person can accept it.

When Lu Ming heard this, his eyebrows subconsciously furrowed.

These days, Feng Lang keeps giving him some small troubles, he has always been careless, just to recuperate his muscles and bones, but he didn't expect this guy to have to inch in, and he actually opened his mouth to break the sword spirit's body long sword.

A hint of sneer flashed at the corner of Lu Ming's mouth, he raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Lang lightly, as soon as he withdrew his hand, the long sword received from his side: "I use this sword easily, naturally I can't give it to you, if it's okay, I won't come out to practice swords these days, and when the World Swordsman Conference starts, I will come out to sign up." ”

Saying that, Lu Ming didn't want to look at Feng Lang anymore, so he turned around and prepared to go back to his house, the Rising Sun Sword Sect didn't seem to be big, but it was complete, and each disciple was assigned a room, and there was a lot of free.

Feng Lang originally thought that Lu Ming would be as obedient as before this time, but he didn't expect to turn around and leave after rejecting him.

Feng Lang suddenly felt an evil fire emerge from his chest.

"You stop for me!" Feng Lang caught up with Lu Ming in a few steps, stopped his body directly in front of Lu Ming, looked at Lu Ming viciously and said: "Did you kid eat the courage of the ambitious leopard, you actually dare to pretend that you didn't hear what my senior brother said, if you want to participate in the World Swordsman Conference, this sword will be obediently handed over to me Senior Brother, otherwise you still want to sign up, tell you, no way!"

Lu Ming looked at Feng Lang, who was jumping with anger, and only felt bored for a while. didn't want to deal with such a jumping clown at all, turned to one side, walked straight past the angry Fenglang, and chose to ignore it.

Feng Lang watched Lu Ming walk by, and his brain was so angry that his brain was dazed for a while, and he didn't react until Lu Ming took more than ten steps.

A new disciple who entered the door actually threw his face!

Feng Lang's eyes swept around, and he saw that the disciples of the Sword Sect who were still afraid of him were silent, and their eyes fell on him, and he suddenly trembled with anger.

A horizontal in the bottom of my heart. Feng Lang knew that if he didn't clean up this newcomer Lu Ming. The prestige of the senior brother he had established in the sword sect was about to be swept away, his eyes swept over the sword frame beside him where the ironwood sword used for sword practice was placed, and he pulled out one sharply, aimed at Lu Ming's back and stabbed it violently.

"Boy, today, Second Senior Brother, I will teach you what it means to respect teachers!"

When Feng Lang shouted. The rough and blunt blade of the ironwood sword was about to stab Lu Ming. The eyes are full of hideousness. With a shake of his hand, he turned directly to Lu Ming's right arm!

A few exclamations suddenly sounded in the sword training field, and a group of disciples all knew that although the iron and wood sword was not open. But the weight is far heavier than an ordinary long sword, if you have enough strength to hit your body, you will definitely have broken bones and tendons, they all don't care about bullying Lu Ming, but seeing Lu Ming's dismal end, they all instinctively have compassion.

But even if this is the case, no one is willing to help, even if someone wants to do it, the strength of the Fenglang Great Sword Master realm is much higher than them, and they can't save it at all.

"It's bad, Feng Lang's temper has always been able to follow the hair, this newcomer is too bold, in front of us these people didn't give Feng Lang face, this kid is a waste......"

"Is this person really stupid, the realm of the Fenglang Great Sword Master is only weaker than the master and the senior brother in the master, and if you go against him, you will definitely be retaliated against. ”

"But this attack is too ruthless, if you lose your arm or something, how will you practice swords in the future......"

Lu Ming's consciousness was clear, and Fenglang's sneak attack was as slow as slowing down in his consciousness, and the hideous look on his face was also clearly reflected in Lu Ming's mind.

"I really don't know whether to live ......or die" Lu Ming didn't expect Feng Lang to be so ruthless, if an ordinary person was stabbed in the arm by such a sword, he would definitely be seriously injured, and if he couldn't be treated, one arm would be scrapped.

As soon as the corners of his eyebrows moved, Lu Ming dodged on the side of his footsteps, and as soon as he raised his hand, he grabbed the ironwood sword in Feng Lang's hand in his hand, and easily snatched the ironwood sword with a shock of his wrist, and the whole action was smooth, just like Feng Lang himself sent the ironwood sword to him.

"Haha...... Forehead ......"

Feng Lang couldn't help laughing fiercely when he saw that Lu Ming was about to be hit in the arm by his sword, but before the whisper came out of his mouth, he felt a light in his hand, Lu Ming didn't know when it turned around, and the ironwood sword didn't know when it fell into Lu Ming's hand.

Feng Lang subconsciously stopped, but the arm stretched out by the sword seemed to have forgotten to take it back, and it was held in the air in a daze.

Lu Ming looked at Feng Lang and subconsciously pouted: "It's better to teach a lesson, it's still annoying these days in the province......"

"What...... What?"

Feng Lang still hadn't fully sobered up, and he couldn't figure out how the long sword in his hand could fall into Lu Ming's hands.

Lu Ming looked at the stunned Feng Lang and was not polite, thinking that if an ordinary swordsman was attacked by Feng Lang like this, he would lose an arm if he didn't get it right, so he slapped the sword on Feng Lang's chest, and with just his strength, he knocked Feng Lang out in an instant.

Feng Lang's body suddenly flew upside down like a broken kite, and was stopped until it hit the courtyard wall.

Lu Ming still didn't go down to the dead hand, after all, it was not so easy to find such a small sword sect that was suitable to sign up for the World Swordsman Conference.

Lu Ming walked to Feng Lang, who was sitting on the edge of the courtyard wall, and just looked up at Feng Lang in fright, and raised the ironwood sword to hit Feng Lang's body, and every blow hit the vulnerable part of Feng Lang's body.

Feng Lang suddenly turned into a rolling gourd in pain, and kept rolling on the ground, crying out repeatedly: "......Ahh Stop fighting, I'll take it, I'll serve you Lu Ming!"

When Lu Ming heard this, he still kept his hand, and the ironwood sword in his hand was simply made into an iron rod to beat Feng Lang, and he didn't stop until he knocked out a few big bags on Feng Lang's head.

In the entire sword training field, it was quiet for a while, only Feng Lang was panting desperately, looking at Lu Ming carefully with bared teeth, and the rest of the disciples of the Rising Sun Sword Sect were all stunned by the sudden outbreak of Lu Ming.

They only remembered that a moment ago, it seemed that Feng Lang was about to attack Lu Ming ruthlessly, but in the blink of an eye, Feng Lang was snatched away by Lu Ming's ironwood sword, and his head was full of bags.

"Am I dazzled......" The swordsman rubbed his eyes vigorously, unable to believe what he was seeing.

"I don't know, anyway, I saw that Feng Lang was beaten up by the newcomer Lu Ming......" Another swordsman with a dazed expression.

"Yes...... Isn't Feng Lang the strength of the Great Sword Master realm, I think Lu Ming seems to be the Sword Master Realm, how can he beat Feng Lang!"

"I don't know ......"

As soon as Lu Ming's ears moved, he took in the whispers of these people, and didn't want to waste time, so he directly stuck the ironwood sword against Feng Lang's head into the ground, and then said in a deep voice: "You just said that you want my sword, and now you still want it?"

Feng Lang looked up at Lu Ming when he heard the sound, but he felt that he couldn't see through this newcomer who had been teasing for several days, he really couldn't figure out how Lu Ming looked less than twenty years old, how could he let go of himself with a sword.

Feng Lang's eyes blinked a few times, only to feel that his mouth was dry for a while, and his expression immediately became much more honest: "This kid must be a master of art, the sword just now, I didn't even see how to reach out and dodge the sword, so it's better not to mess with him now......"

Feng Lang saw that the wind turned the rudder and was cleaned up by Lu Ming, at least he immediately became honest with his mouth.

Hearing Lu Ming's question, he immediately pricked up his ears to hear clearly, and hurriedly replied: "No, no! I was just joking, don't mind." ”

"That's good. Lu Ming pursed his lips, looked down at Feng Lang and said: "From now on, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do, before the start of the World Swordsman Conference, I will also retreat to practice swordsmanship, and in the future, you can just deliver food to my door every day." ”

Feng Lang listened to Lu Ming's unceremonious command, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly, but he still said yes, and he didn't dare to refute, now his face has been lost in front of many people, if Lu Ming continues to fight, his face will not be left at all.

Lu Ming saw that Feng Lang was much more honest, and he didn't have the heart to spend too much energy on such a trivial matter, nodded, turned around and walked out of the sword training ground, and went back to his cabin.

Feng Lang watched Lu Ming's figure disappear completely into the courtyard, and then he gritted his teeth and stood up against the wall, staring at the place where Lu Ming's figure disappeared with the evil in his eyes.

"Boy, you are dead! You dare to let me lose such a big face, Senior Brother will come back soon, and I will definitely let you taste the power of Senior Brother when the time comes, I feel good with you!"

After the indignation was over, Feng Lang didn't stay in the sword training ground, and walked out of the mountain gate with a grim face......

Early the next morning, Feng Lang, who had been standing near the mountain gate, grinned and medicated his bruised body, and kept muttering Lu Ming's name viciously.

Suddenly, a sturdy swordsman with unusually thick arms appeared on the mountain path, driving a carriage full of stuff up the mountain road.

"Big brother!"

When Feng Lang saw this person, he immediately shouted in surprise, and regardless of the pain in his body, he rushed to the strong swordsman in three or two steps.

The strong swordsman looked at Feng Lang's face blue and purple, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, I said Feng Lang, are you deliberately trying to tease me, what's wrong with you, you actually hurt yourself all over." ”

Feng Lang saw the strong man, and his face was suddenly full of smiles: "Senior Brother Liu, the fool just made himself injured, you are coming back, the harvest from going down the mountain must be good......" (to be continued......