In the open space in the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion, two teenagers stood a few meters apart after facing each other. The corners of Sima Cang's mouth slowly raised a cruel smile, and he said sarcastically: "Haha, I'm curious about where you got the guts, dare to talk to me, and dare to fight." I'll tell you the truth, you can't do more than three tricks in my hands. ”

The smile on Lin Feng's face gradually retracted, and he secretly said in his heart that this product was young and vigorous, and sooner or later he would suffer a loss, and he would teach him a lesson. Then he rolled his eyes at Sima Cang, clenched his fist and raised the fist in his hand, as if to indicate that it doesn't matter what you say, let's see who has a hard fist, who has the final say. This disregarded action obviously angered Sima Cang, and he used his spiritual power to break through the air and roared, which was deafening. At the moment when Lin Feng was distracted, Sima Cang launched an offensive, only to see him silently reciting the law in his mouth, his body swayed slightly after a yin smile, and the whole person disappeared out of thin air like a ghost, and then appeared behind Lin Feng in the blink of an eye, and pointed his fingers into a sword directly at the back of his head, pointing at the wind and putting people to death.

"Brother Lin Feng, be careful, that bad boy's cultivation technique is Wind Fighting, and his speed is extremely fast, and what he is using now is the Yellow Rank Intermediate Spirit Determination Wind Technique, but be careful. "Mo is not familiar with this posture, he didn't suffer less from this trick when he fought against Sima Cang twice, fortunately, he is the eldest lady, and the bad boy doesn't dare to play heavy, and he usually hits the acupuncture points such as the arms and shoulders, and it will be fine for a while at most. But this posture in front of him was a merciless death, which also made Mo Ran couldn't help but exclaim loudly to remind Lin Feng to pay attention. This shout came into Sima Cang's ears, and it made him even more jealous, and he shouted violently, and his fingers were even more neat.

Feeling the ferocious energy attacking from the back of his head, Lin Feng's face changed greatly, and he knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly jumped sideways to dodge. But his left shoulder was still numb, and his arm couldn't move instantly. Only then did he see that Sima Cang's finger was already on his shoulder. Without waiting for Lin Feng to react, Sima Cang's figure flickered, and instantly appeared in front of him, his fists blasting straight out. The other party was really too fast, and he could only vaguely distinguish the flickering figure of the other person, and he couldn't detect where Sima Cang would appear at all? Lin Feng could only see the move at this time, and his spirit moved, and the horizontal sword swept to meet the incoming fist. Sima Cang thought that he had intimidated Lin Feng, so he wanted to rush to succeed and take him down with one move, so he made a dangerous move and bullied him to bombard him closely. But seeing the sharp sword sweeping again, he hurriedly flashed the green shadow, dodged sideways, and stretched out his palms to grab Lin Feng's neck. This is good, Sima Cang's offensive is exactly in Lin Feng's arms, this is not just worrying about not being able to catch your figure, you might as well send it to the door yourself. In an instant, Lin Feng sacrificed the letter Yin Yang Needle, which passed through Sima Cang's palm, flew back and finally returned to his palm, condensing into a gray light, full of spirituality, and the cold glow was shining. Sima Cang looked confused, when did his spiritual decision be broken, his figure looked particularly embarrassed when he stayed in mid-air, at this time he looked at the young man in front of him with a face of disbelief, while Lin Feng was the opposite, looking calm and composed. At this time, he didn't think about the victory or defeat in front of him, but was thinking: It turns out that this son-mother yin and yang needle still has the effect of breaking the spirit, which is really a major discovery. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the thin needle in my hand with joy, and with a movement of my mind, the letter yin and yang needle disappeared into the dantian sea of knowledge. And in front of him, Lin Feng couldn't miss it, his hands clamped Sima Cang's ankles like pliers, and he threw them up in the air, forming a trapeze. It is said that if a Qi cultivator is close to the cultivator who refines his body, it will be a dead word, but this scene is a bit too brutal. This made Mo Ran, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, very nervous, the boss with a small mouth, his fists clenched in front of his chest, with an unnatural surprised expression. "Bang bang bang" There was no other sound in the backyard, it was Lin Feng who kept falling Sima Cang, a few fell back and forth, Sima Cang was thrown into a lot of meat, and he immediately stood unsteadily, but his mouth did not stop, and he still scolded unrelentingly: "Damn, you play yin, Lao Tzu is just on your way today, not a real skill." This doesn't count, wait for Lao Tzu to heal his injuries in a few days, and then come back. ”

Hearing this, Lin Feng grinned, didn't bother to take care of him, slowly walked up to Sima Cang, and slapped Sima Cang directly on Sima Cang's face. It is said that beating people does not slap their faces, how can Sima Cang stand it now, he can't struggle, he can only keep scolding. But what greeted him was a series of big mouths. The crackling sound in the backyard also alarmed Mo Ming and the others who were talking nonsense in the front yard, and they rushed over. But this scene in front of him stunned everyone, in the face of Sima Cang's incessant scolding, Lin Feng was not polite, one slap on the left, one slap on the right, left and right bows, Sima Cang's face was already swollen like a pig's head, and his mouth was vague. Seeing this, Mo Ming looked at the three people in the open space, and said in his heart: This little girl from my family will actually cause trouble to me, and I have to let them fight again, I am afraid that I will die, and it will be difficult for the Sima family to explain at that time. Hurriedly dodged, stopped in front of the two, and asked at Mo Ran with a majestic face: "Ranran, what's going on?"

Mo Otherwise, when he saw that his father didn't ask the reason, he seemed to be asking himself, and suddenly felt aggrieved, and said with tears in his eyes: "It's all Sima Cang's fault, it's he who pulled Brother Lin Feng to compete and compete, and he also killed him." It's just that he's not good, this kid is dead. As he spoke, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look directly, and his white fist clenched a little tighter.

Lin Feng saw that Mo Ming was inserted horizontally in the middle, which was also at stake, so he put away his killing intent and stepped aside. Seeing this, Mo Ming heard his daughter say this again, and the whole thing had already been guessed. Hurriedly squatted down to help Sima Cang, and after a mental investigation, he realized that Lin Feng was measured in his hands, and before he died, Sima Cang only suffered some flesh wounds, so he took out a jade bottle and poured out the granulated blood pill for him to take, and slowly used his luck to help him dissolve the medicinal power. Then he said slowly: "Sima Xian's nephew, today's martial arts competition has ended, you two must not make another incident, you and I are friends in the world, don't make trouble because of a little thing." After Mo Ming finished speaking, he didn't give Sima Cang a chance to object, and with a wave of his hand, he asked his entourage to carry him to the side hall to recuperate.

After arranging these, Mo Ming lightly knocked Mo Ran's little head, and Mo Ran at this time also pretended to be very well-behaved, pinching her shoulders and knocking her arms beside her father, and kept coquettishly in her mouth, as if she was pleading for something. But seeing that Mo Ming's old face was dark, and he pretended to reprimand her a few words, she had to stop talking obediently. Seeing this, Lin Feng also knew that the matter was not making a big fuss, so he said with a straight face: "Mo City Lord, I've caused you trouble." ”

"Haha, it's okay, young people, when they are all strong, it is inevitable that there will be conflicts, not to mention that the conflict itself was not provoked by you. Mo Ming looked at Lin Feng meaningfully, laughed loudly, and said.

"It's just that, it's all that Sima Cang is not good. Mo Ran heard that his father was also on his side, pouted, grimaced at Lin Feng, and said playfully.

"How dare you say it. Mo Ming looked at his daughter playfully, not afraid of people, and liked to play with her temperament, but there was no way to take her. It's really afraid of melting in my mouth, afraid of falling in my hands, and all that's left is helplessness and love on my face. He couldn't help but look worried, and instead shook his head awkwardly towards Xiao Lin Feng, and asked, "Lin Feng, there are still twenty days before the admissions conference, why don't you live in the mansion for a while, there are a few high-grade quiet rooms in this mansion, just for you to cultivate, I don't know what you think?"

Lin Feng could hear that Mo Ming's words were gentle, and he didn't take the previous things to heart, and he didn't blame himself in the slightest. When I thought that there were still 20 days before the admissions conference started, I was worried that I didn't know where to go. And he also has to take advantage of the time to cultivate well, so now that Mo Ming has taken the initiative to let himself practice quietly in the mansion, why don't he push the boat down the river, so he replied solemnly: "The city lord's intention is exactly what I want, as long as the city lord doesn't bother us." ”