He Qifeng had two punches with Mr. Lin, a big man in Konghou City, on the lake before, causing a splash of water several feet high, and the enthusiasm of the spectators to see the excitement was even higher, and they all looked forward to him being in the ring. It's the last day of the competition, so it should be a little different, right?

Living up to expectations, he took the stage, in an extremely dazzling way.

He drew an afterimage on the surface of the lake, and after landing in the ring, he was still erratic, like a butterfly flapping its wings, which was elusive.

Eye-catching and showy is his forte, he is familiar with it and enjoys it.

The first young man in white to take the stage was named Fengyu, a loose cultivator with no sect background, who entered the Wind Realm at a young age, and has always been above the top, and has repeatedly refused the solicitation of large and small sects in the southwest. For half a month, he has been standing in the crowd with the mind of knowing himself and knowing that he will not be defeated in a hundred battles, watching the movements in the ring, knowing which of the fifteen people who won the ring is genuine, and knowing who is the Xibei goods who did not fall into the ring and fell into the water with the help of others. In his opinion, among the fifteen people who entered the second round, only the fourth prince of Nanzhao and the prince of Wu'an of Eastern Wu had some doorways in their hands, but they could only hold on to a little more time in their own hands.

He is confident that he will be the ultimate winner and start a life that will be remembered.

Choosing to be the first to appear on the last day, the wind and rain want to fight from morning to night, and naturally win from sunrise to sunset, so as to receive a blockbuster effect. It didn't take much time for him to easily win three games in a row, and the long sword hanging on his waist was not unsheathed, and he won with a single move suppressed by the realm, showing no mercy to his opponent, and all of them fell into the ring. The complacent man in white did not hide the disdain on his face, these people are too weak, and they still have the dream of eating swan meat with a toad, as long as they win until the sunset, they will definitely be able to attract the attention of the beautiful swan, and they will definitely be able to win her heart.

The wind and rain are very beautiful, and they are beautiful when they think about it.

It's a pity that there was a He Qifeng in black.

He Qifeng landed on the edge of the ring, the black clothes were flying, the toes rushed forward quickly, the speed was staggering, and he was in front of the wind and rain in an instant, and the five fingers of his right hand were opened and pressed on his face, and he was pushed upside down and flew out with a gentle push, and flew more than ten zhang before falling into the water outside the semicircle surrounded by the building boat and the sampan.

The sweet dream of wind and rain followed him into the lake and soaked in the soup, fortunately He Qifeng left his hand, he was not injured, after falling into the water, he dived underwater like a swimming fish, and only then did he come out of the water and emerge from the water, and glanced at the ring that was already very far away, and then swam to the lake.

Too weak, just this bit of ability to rob his daughter-in-law, He Qifeng slowly turned around in the center of the ring, looked around at the spectators, and looked at the young man who looked like a cultivator with a sword and a sword, and said with great indignity: "Who else?"

It was arrogant and domineering, but the spectators liked it and cheered.

The fifteen sons who have won are watching from the wall, all of them are very promising, naturally they will not stand in the crowd by the lake, some stand on the bow of the boat, and some sit in the high-rise private room of the lakeside restaurant. They are not in the mood to watch the excitement, and they will not hope that those who will get into the ring are masters like the spectators who do not hesitate to cheer, and today's winner is going to compete with them for a daughter-in-law, so naturally the more mediocre the better.

A private room facing the lake on the third floor of Piaoxiang Building is extremely spacious, and there is a tall young man in Chinese clothes standing near the window, it is Yang Xinghuan, the fourth prince of Nanzhao Kingdom, who said to himself with his hands behind his back: "I can't beat him." ”

Behind him stood a burly middle-aged man in gray clothes, his temples were already gray, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid the old man is not an opponent. ”

Yang Xinghuan said in disbelief: "So powerful?"

The middle-aged man nodded yes.

Yang Xinghuan smiled: "Maybe it's also a gunner, let's see." ”

Wu Qingyi, the prince of Wu'an, Dongwu, had a ruffian face, standing on the bow of the boat in extremely dazzling purple clothes, squinting his eyes and staring at the arrogant man in the center of the ring, and waved his hand: "Qiao Shiyi, you go to meet him." ”

A lean man in Tsing Yi jumped off the bow of the boat, and soon landed on the ring, clasping his fists and saying, "Plum Blossom Gate Qiao Eleven, lead the tricks." ”

Before he finished speaking, He Qifeng had already approached, and his fate was the same as the wind and rain, and he was pushed down the ring and fell into the lake by holding down the face door.

is another trick to win, without a single superfluous word, it is simply a living example of people who don't talk much.

Wu Qingzhi's eyes narrowed even tighter, and he whispered to himself: "Sure enough, it's a hard idea to pierce your hands." ”

He walked into the cabin and said to the middle-aged man with the hair who was drinking with a plump woman in his arms, "Qiao Qi, take the time to kill him." ”

"Well said. ”

He Qifeng made a move, there was no trace of joy on his face, and he yawned unexpectedly, repeating the arrogant words he had said before with sleepiness.

"Who else?"

There really wasn't anyone this time.

He yawned again and said, "Ben Gongzi will sleep first, you love to brag and brag, you love to brag and brag about donkeys, and you can do your own thing, but there is one point, whoever dares to go to the ring when Ben Gongzi sleeps, he will screw off his head and sink into the lake to feed the fish." ”

After saying that, he really lay down in the ring, chose a comfortable position, and fell asleep not long after, without any master demeanor.

I don't know if I was frightened by his warning, or if the boy who was originally going to play on the last day knew that he was two pounds and didn't want to humiliate himself, after he fell asleep, no one really went to the ring again.

After sleeping for a long time, He Qifeng woke up satisfied until he was full of clothes in the evening, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a white dress falling from the sky.

Han Xuesi's white clothes fluttered, and he fell in the ring like a celestial being, not to show off, but to have a last resort.

The high enthusiasm of the onlookers was taken away by He Qifeng's long sleep, afraid of missing a more exciting ring match, so that no birds and beasts dispersed, and now a white dress fell from the sky, like a heavenly immortal, which made them instantly cheer up, and they were glad that these extremely boring hours were not in vain.

He Qifeng turned his head and landed in the ring, looked at the familiar and brilliant faces in front of him, and pouted: "You kid still know that you are coming? It's almost dark." ”

Han Xuesi smiled and said: "Xueyuan has been tired all the way south, and there are blind death-seeking swords blocking the way, the younger brother is really tired and tight, so he has to sleep soundly on the couch, there is a lot of delay, and I ask my brother to forgive me." ”

He Qifeng frowned and said, "Speak well." ”

Han Xuesi grimaced and said, "Little brother slept and had a sweet dream by the way. ”

He Qifeng snorted coldly: "The big bed brocade is gentle, your kid is sleeping comfortably, my son has slept in this hard ring for most of the day, and his whole body hurts." ”

Han Xuesi said: "It's here, the younger brother takes his brother to the city to rub it first, then take a hot spring, and then go to the Qiaoyin restaurant to find an old lady to loosen the muscles and bones for the brother, and then find an Oiran to accompany the brother to stay up all night and talk about poetry and songs, one-stop service, to ensure that the brother is satisfied." ”

He Qifeng smiled sinisterly: "Even if you kid has a conscience, those things are easy to do when it's dark, it's still early, is the virtuous brother interested in fighting?"

"Real or fake?"

"Of course it's a real fight!"

As soon as He Qifeng stomped his feet, four water walls several feet high rose around the ring, which happened to surround the ring in the middle, isolating the sight of the spectators, and there were only a few people who could see the situation of the two through the water wall.

It didn't take long for the four walls of water to fall, and then there was a splash of water, the boat was fine, not affected much, some of the sampans were directly overturned by the artificial waves, and many of the spectators near the lake became the fish in the pond that were affected, like a heavy rain, and some did not stand firm and fell into the lake, but they were quickly rescued.

Despite this, the spectators were still very happy, there were many cultivators in Konghou City, but there were not a few who could come and go, these two sons were so young that they could toss such a big movement, what are they not masters? Although they didn't see the battle between the two young people, a black and a white, in the middle of the clear water wall, the scene in front of them was enough to brag to others, Lao Tzu had seen the gods fight.

The sun sets and the gong sounds.

The two young sons stood in the ring lightly, and the spectators didn't know who won or lost.

Han Xuesi smiled and hugged his fists and said, "Thank you brother for keeping your hand, the younger brother was lucky to win half a move." ”

He Qifeng smiled slightly: "Don't be embarrassed, if you lose half a move, you will still be your eldest brother." ”

The two brothers are commensurate, not polite, but real kowtow brothers.

A year and a half ago, Han Xuesi met He Qifeng when he was fishing for sharks in the South China Sea, and the two met late, and that night they lit three coconut trees in front of the Tanah Lot Temple, cut off the shark's head and drank blood wine, and sincerely kowtowed in front of the tall statue of the sea god to make brothers with different surnames, not to be born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, but to die in the same year and month.

Han Xuesi looked at the upstairs boat on the southeast lake from afar, and saw the shadow turn back to the cabin, and said loudly: "Mo Cui, I, Han Xuesi, will definitely marry you until death!"

In the cabin, Mo Cui covered her mouth and smiled after hearing Han Xuesi's words, smiling happily.

Liang Xin said on the side: "Cousin, you are a girl, be reserved." ”

"No!"

In the private room on the top floor of Piaoxiang Building, the middle-aged scholar put down the celadon teacup and looked at the middle-aged man dressed in Miao people on the opposite side: "But the Han family in Qiyun City?"

The middle-aged Miao man frowned and shook his head: "The old man doesn't know, the little girl only said that a young man who saved her would come to the ring." ”

Mr. Lin, a middle-aged scholar, said with a smile: "The younger brother helped the elder brother to go and test it?"

The middle-aged Miao man smiled and said, "Then Mr. Lao is annoying." ”

In the ring, Han Xuesi said to He Qifeng: "Drink, what are you waiting for?"

He Qifeng bowed his mouth to the southeast and said, "Why don't you go over and say hello?"

Han Xuesi said: "It's not suitable. ”

"Let's go. ”

Two young men, one black and one white, jumped out of the ring, and soon landed in the open space by the lake, and walked leisurely towards the city.