Self-confidence naturally doesn't mean everything.

And what swordsman doesn't believe in the sword in his hand?

Didn't Simon Blowing Snow believe he could win?

Lu Xiaofeng naturally would not panic just because Zhao Mingyuan was confident that he could win.

It's just that Lu Xiaofeng looked at the four masters standing outside the door, and his face was quite suspicious.

After all, Zhao Mingyuan did not hide his whereabouts, and people kept coming to visit.

Occasionally, after being rejected, there are people who play tricks, and they have also taken action.

It happened that when Lu Xiaofeng came, he saw it once. found that the kung fu of these four people was by no means below him, or especially exceeded.

But such a master is actually guarding the door for Zhao Mingyuan?

Moreover, there is no grievance and dissatisfaction on their faces, but they are all full of confidence and convincing.

Seeing this, Lu Xiaofeng knew that they naturally firmly believed that Zhao Mingyuan would inevitably win, and they didn't want anyone to disturb him.

Lu Xiaofeng felt that these people should be from the Demon Sect, and it seemed that Zhao Mingyuan had subdued the Western Demon Sect in the past few years.

He had already checked carefully, and Zhao Mingyuan always left Jiangnan for a few months every year, and he was nowhere to be found.

Lu Xiaofeng thought that he had gone to the Western Demon Sect, so naturally he couldn't guess that Zhao Mingyuan had gone to sea.

But it's pretty much the same, it's not all a secret organization.

But no matter which organization, it has already shown that Zhao Mingyuan's martial arts are so high that it is convincing.

Of course, that's not the only thing that worries him.

is even more because, now he can't see through Zhao Mingyuan.

Yes, he can't see through it.

Whether it was Ye Gucheng or Ximen Blowing Snow, it felt as sharp as a sword to him.

The masters Lu Xiaofeng had seen before also had their own characteristics and temperaments, that is, the wooden road man next to him, the old knife handle who had put great pressure on him, although he knew that he was invincible, Lu Xiaofeng could still sense his strength.

But Zhao Mingyuan, who is sitting in front of him now, has long lost the arrogance he had when he was rich, nor has he lost the sharpness after the great advance in martial arts three years ago, but is as quiet as the deep sea. Even if there are strong winds and waves on the surface, the bottom of the sea is still the same.

Even Lu Xiaofeng felt that Zhao Mingyuan had an extra bookish aura, as if he was just a boy who read poetry and books without the slightest danger.

You must know that Lu Xiaofeng's spiritual finger is already very sensitive, so as to deal with attacks from all directions.

And Lu Xiaofeng almost has an intuition.

But even so, he didn't perceive any dangerous aura on Zhao Mingyuan's body, as if he was really an ordinary son.

But everyone knows that this is not possible.

Lu Xiaofeng knew that such a Zhao Mingyuan was even more terrifying.

Back to basics.

A word jumped into Lu Xiaofeng's heart.

Although, almost every martial artist has heard this word, and they have also imagined this realm.

However, on the rivers and lakes, Lu Xiaofeng has never seen anyone who meets this realm.

Today he saw it.

If anyone fits this word, it is probably only Zhao Mingyuan.

Lu Xiaofeng had never seen Wu Ming, so he could only guess like this.

Zhao Mingyuan's changes in the past few years are too great, and the progress is too fast, which makes Lu Xiaofeng shocked.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaofeng found another blind spot.

He was only surprised that Zhao Mingyuan had made too rapid progress in recent years. Just now, he suddenly found that he had known Zhao Mingyuan for six years, but in the past six years, Zhao Mingyuan's appearance has hardly changed.

Six years ago, Zhao Mingyuan looked like he was in his twenties, but now his temperament only looks a little different, but his appearance has never changed, he is still so young and vigorous.

This discovery made Lu Xiaofeng's heart skip a beat.

Although, people with high internal strength will naturally delay aging.

Even people like Lu Xiaofeng and Ximen Chuixue, who are in their thirties, still look no different from when they were in their twenties.

However, if you look closely, you can still see that there are some changes from a few years ago. It's just that compared to ordinary people, the changes are smaller and you can't easily see it.

But now that Lu Xiaofeng is looking closely, he really can't see any signs of Zhao Mingyuan getting old.

That must be a more clever internal method.

Lu Xiaofeng was completely desperate.

Whether it is internal strength, swordsmanship or realm, Zhao Mingyuan is definitely not inferior to Ximen Blowing Snow, and even surpasses it in all aspects. He really couldn't think of what Ximen Blowing Snow would rely on to win Zhao Mingyuan.

It's really high and deep!

The more he knew about Zhao Mingyuan, the more desperate Lu Xiaofeng became.

In fact, before coming to see Zhao Mingyuan, Lu Xiaofeng had already gone to Ximen to blow snow.

But in the old courtyard of Ximen's house, he didn't see Ximen blowing snow.

Tomorrow is the second day of February, and it is impossible that the snow blowing at the West Gate has not yet arrived in the capital. Then he was deliberately avoiding Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng sighed secretly in his heart, maybe Ximen Chuixue had really given up all his feelings, he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone, he just wanted to concentrate on the sword competition.

Compared with Ximen Fuxue, the god of swords, Zhao Mingyuan is more like an ordinary person.

But Lu Xiaofeng would rather face the sword god of Shangximen Blowing Snow than the so-called ordinary person like Zhao Mingyuan.

If Ximen Chuixue knew that his opponent Zhao Mingyuan was so powerful, I don't know what he would think?

It must be a joy, Lu Xiaofeng said secretly in his heart.

I'm afraid that even if I find Ximen Fuxue and tell him about Zhao Mingyuan's strength, he will still go to the appointment on time to compete with the sword, even if the sword is broken and he dies.

After all, that's what he is. In the original Battle of the Forbidden City, he did just that. It still does.

Knowing that he was powerless to change all this, he could only clean up and organize the funeral for his friends as he did at the beginning. Lu Xiaofeng left in despair.

Looking at Lu Xiaofeng's staggering back, Mu Daoren asked curiously, "Are you really sure you will win?" ”

Zhao Mingyuan said with a smile: "Could it be that you, the head of the Wudang Sect, still lack these taels of silver, and you need to ask me if you win or lose, and you want to go to the next bet?" ”

Mu Daoren smiled awkwardly, "Who doesn't want silver, but can you really win?" ”

Gongsun Lan next to him also looked at it curiously.

Zhao Mingyuan replied again: "Of course, it must be me who wins!" ”

Only then did the two of them feel at ease.

Soon, the news that Lu Xiaofeng left the Yuelai Inn in despair spread all over the capital, and the number of people who bought Zhao Mingyuan's victory skyrocketed, causing Zhao Mingyuan's odds to plummet, but he still couldn't stop people from placing heavy bets.

After all, Lu Xiaofeng is Ximen Blowing Snow's friend, this is something that everyone knows, and the fact that Zhao Mingyuan chased and killed Lu Xiaofeng has already spread all over the rivers and lakes.

Now after Lu Xiaofeng saw Zhao Mingyuan, he left in despair. Doesn't that mean it all?

Even Ximen Chuixue's best friend didn't think he could defeat Zhao Mingyuan, so wouldn't the outcome of this duel be obvious?

The scales in people's hearts were slammed into tilting, and no one believed that Simon Fuxue could win.

(End of chapter)