Li Wenzhong was silent, Feng Qingkai coughed, got up and said slowly: "Wenzhong also wants everyone to be convinced, and he doesn't mean to embarrass Sect Master Shen." The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info It is said that your sect competes in martial arts, and we and other outsiders don't know the martial arts of your school, so how can we understand it......?" Feng Mou didn't think that Sect Master Shen was also well versed in the art of the qin, and in the future, if the Sect Master did not give up, Feng Mou would also be willing to listen to the teachings in this. ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Shen Fengming said with a smile, "Yunmeng's 'Lingyin' branch has few apprentices, if Mr. Feng is interested in this learning, Miss Qiu should be very willing to teach it." ”

Feng Qingkai saw that he pushed the matter to okra in two sentences, but he was not angry, and he also arched his hand to okra and sat down.

Shen Fengming saw that he had nothing to say, so he said to Guan Fei: "'Ling Yin' has no objections, but I don't know what the two branches of 'Phantom Life' and 'Yan Shan' say?"

The Sect Master laughed. Guan Fei said, "The sect leader was originally invited by the old decay, how could the 'Phantom Life' branch question the sect leader?"

"Then-what about 'Yan Shan'?" Shen Fengming's gaze fell on Xie Fengde: "Senior Xie - it seems that he has always been dissatisfied with me, do you want to take this opportunity and we will also see?"

He was condescending at this moment, there was no smile on his face, and his tone was actually provocative, not at all like the humble son when he first appeared. Everyone looked at each other and remained silent.

Xie Fengde was shocked in his heart, and said with a smile on his face: "Don't dare, don't dare." The sect leader is a descendant of the 'Holy Blood', and the old man is naturally convinced. ”

"Oh?" Shen Fengming said coldly, "Then why don't you kneel?"

Xie Fengde's face changed, and Shen Fengming continued: "If you don't kneel, I will naturally be suspicious of you." Miss Qiu is also not kneeling, she has already tried the study of 'Ling Yin' with me, and now--it's your turn to thank you, senior, right?"

Xie Fengde was forced by him, shook his hands, and said, "Since the sect leader said so, the old man is disrespectful!" jumped onto the stage and said: "How does the sect master compare the law?"

Shen Fengming smiled slightly, but did not answer, caught a glimpse of Lou Qianshan on the side of the stage, and said, "Miss Lou, please come here too." ”

"Qianshan, don't go!" Shan had no intention of pulling her, but he didn't know what kind of technique Lou Qianshan used, he only felt that his hands were empty, her sleeves slipped away, and the person was already a few feet away. The confusion of the body was originally the director of the Yan Shan faction, and her figure was so easy to make a mistake in front of the unclear Shan Yiyi.

"Qianshan ......!" Shan had no intention or knew what to do, so he had to follow.

Everyone could see that Shen Fengming was forcing Xie Fengde to fight with him, but what was the reason for this? After all, he had just had a fight with okra, and even if he won, it would be quite exhausting, and he was even injured and choked on blood. If Xie Fengde has already shown his intention to belong, why does he have to have this battle?

Thinking of this, Jun Li had already said: "Feng Ming, the first battle of Shicai took a long time, I think-why don't you rest for a while, why don't you just try again in the afternoon?"

Shen Fengming looked at him, but shook his head, "Daoist, you should come here too." He pointed at Shan Wuyi, "Aren't you—with this Shan Gongzi?"

Jun Li was a little inexplicable, but according to the habit of the past, I heard him call himself a "Taoist", this sentence should be serious, not a gag. He had no choice but to go, and he caught a glimpse of Guan Fei's groaning face, as if he knew something.

It's just that I don't have a chance to ask more questions right now. When Shen Fengming saw him walking by, he said: "Senior Xie asked me how to compare the Fa - this 'Yan Shan' martial arts is the intersection of form and god, so it is natural to use body movements as form - it is a move, and the eyes and mind are gods - it is for internal force. The two are indispensable, but I'm afraid I can't sit like Fang Cai Biqin. ”

The implication is that it is necessary to fight with real swords and guns. The people who didn't understand the magic sound became excited again when they saw that there was a real fight to watch.

"But-Shen Gongzi, just now you are more than the 'magic sound', you asked the big guys not to listen to it, saying that the magic sound hurts people. What kind of 'shape' is it now, not to mention that the big guys can't see it?" Jiang Yixin said from afar.

"That's not a worry. Shen Fengming said with a smile, "You are sitting in the audience, not facing Feng Ming or Xie seniors head-on. There is a poem in the old dynasty that says, "looking horizontally into a peak on the side of the ridge", that is, "shape" is a thing, in fact, it is extremely accurate, it cannot be confused, slightly deviated, the shape seen is different, and the effect is reduced, not like the magic sound is transmitted to all directions, and those who hear it are affected by its force. ”

"That's fine, that's fine. Jiang Yixin smiled, "Otherwise, wouldn't we all come in vain when we come to these three branch meetings!"

After the gossip was finished, the crowd was already breathing, leaving only the killing intent of the two people on the stage, which gradually spread into the entire venue. This is the killing intent that Shen Fengming and okra can't see at all in the confrontation - like a real enemy duel rather than a peer fight, like a battle of life and death rather than a rehearsal contest.

"Senior brother, did he really kill Xie Fengde?" Yang Jing approached Guan Sheng and whispered, but Jun Li, who was carrying up the "chasing snow" and discerning it, could hear it clearly.

Guan Sheng frowned, as if he blamed him for his reckless words, looked around carefully, and said in a low voice: "As long as it doesn't affect the original plan, wouldn't it be better for Xie Fengde to die." ”

"But can he really kill him?" Yang Jing said, "In case it ......"

"My dad is prepared. Guan Sheng frowned again, obviously impatient. Yang Jing nodded hurriedly, and stopped speaking at the moment.

Jun Li looked at the stage quietly. Once upon a time on Tiandu Peak, I had seen him and others in the martial arts arena like this, fighting for his life in the name of competition. At that time, he felt that everything was extremely dangerous, but now that he thinks about it, it may not even be as good as what it is today, because at that time - he knew what everything was for, but today - he didn't know what the Illusory Life Realm was planning, and was it Guan Feisuo's plan alone, or was it Shen Fengming's complicity with him?

The mountain wind suddenly rose, and he could faintly hear some noisy whispers behind him, but he didn't have time to look back. On the stage, the two have begun to fight. With the help of the mountain wind, Shen Fengming's long hair that had fallen today had already flown up, and as soon as it was scattered into the wind, it seemed to have lost its original shape, and the color became a little flickering.

-- The so-called "yin and yang translocation", the mental method and the move are all accompanied by "yin" and "yang", and they grow and decline and transform each other, and the "dance of green silk" is no exception. This is the first of the six chapters of "Yin and Yang Translocation", and it is probably the most concrete mental method of this Shan School. The feminine surface and the masculine core loom in the light and shadow, creating the treacherous state at the moment.

Xie Fengde dodged half a step, his arms were half raised, and the true power around his body was slightly used, and with a slight "bang", with the cracking method of "everything is scattered" at the end of the chapter, Shen Fengming's condensation in the green silk dance was used as a needle. He didn't want to be passive, so he flicked his sleeves and snatched out a "fire trick".

"If fire" belongs to the yang, it is a formula in the second "Dance of the Red Sleeves". The air under the scorching sun seemed to be hot, and although the strength was rushing to Shen Fengming's face, even the people who were close to him subconsciously avoided it, as if the heat wave was coming towards him. Looking closely, there was really a ball of orange red like flames, rushing in front of Shen Fengming.

Shen Fengming's wide sleeves were raised--the wide sleeves of his wide coat today didn't seem to hinder him from taking some action, but instead made his movements a little solemn that he hadn't had in the past. The wide sleeves hung down in front of him, and he could block the flames. There was a surprised "oh" sound from the crowd, because it seemed that he was embarrassed by himself by using his clothes to block the fire. When the sleeves are burning, no matter how calm he is at this moment, he will also fall into a laughing stock.

But they are not Shen Fengming. They don't know or can't tell - the "fire" is not the real fire. This hot red flame triggered by internal force must sacrifice its strength to some extent if it is to be formed. In the headwind, the "Green Silk Dance" has not yet dispersed, and the sleeves of the robe are swayed by the heat, but its softness is enough to dissolve the evil in the air.

After exhausting one move, Shen Fengming threw his sleeves and elbows, the sleeves were huge, and he pressed towards Xie Fengde with the momentum of the strong wind. This is the mental method in the third "Dance of the Ink Clouds". Everyone only felt a phantom in front of them, and the white sleeves seemed to be illusioned into countless clouds, which only made people dizzy.

Xie Fengde didn't seem to take it to heart, snorted coldly, and no longer used the exhausting "everything is scattered", and with his palms together, he greeted the fierce "Ten Fingers Gathering Eight Desolations" in the same "Dance of Ink Clouds". I saw that the sharp energy was like lightning cutting into the flowing clouds, although the wind was not reversed, but it seemed to be cut by this lightning, and the flowing clouds suddenly dispersed, and they turned into nothing.

So far, the two have never really crossed hands, but through this flowing cloud and desolate lightning, the sense of alienation has suddenly decreased and the sense of urgency has risen sharply - suddenly, between the fists and feet, they are already close.

Xie Fengde's internal strength was heavy, and when he saw Shen Fengming within three feet, his left hand was half a palm and half a claw, and he pushed it out towards him. It's still "If it's a fire trick", it's still that hot flame, but this time I don't see the illusion of fire, but it can't be underestimated, Shen Fengming condensed his mind with his right palm and greeted him.

Unexpectedly, Xie Fengde's figure suddenly became fast, and before everyone's eyes could reach him, others were already behind Shen Fengming somehow, and that palm pressed towards his vest.

This should be a method of blinding the eyes - the "golden cicada shelling" derived from the extremely fast body method, Lou Qianshan saw it clearly, and couldn't help but blurt out and shout softly: "Be careful!" The crowd also had a unanimous exclamation - that palm could touch Shen Fengming's back, but his figure was also illusory, and the person had swept out a few feet, but the sound of "snorting" still came--the back of the white robe was still burned by the heat.

Lou Qianshan's breath was almost gone. Shan had no intention of peeking at her, she was obviously full of the showdown on this stage, as if she didn't care about herself following the side at all. His gaze fell on her hand. Her nervous hand was pressed to her waist, and it looked like it was a place where some blade was hidden.

She--how did she seem to want to help Shen Fengming?, as if she had been preparing to go up and fight hard--not with the Shen Fengming who had hurt and humiliated her, but with Xie Fengde, who should have the righteousness of master and apprentice.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. Seeing that Shen Fengming should be fine, Lou Qianshan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but the hand holding the blade on his waist did not move away, his lips were still biting, and his eyes were staring at the two of them.