Chapter 170: The First Battle!

"After a long time, Brother Yi finally appeared!"

"High energy reminder ahead, non-combatants, please evacuate in time!"

"Zheng Kexuan vomited blood and died: both Shengyi, He Shengyi!"

"Awesome word brother!"

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Wen Yi walked over slowly, followed the path that everyone got out of the way, walked in front of Zheng Kexuan, pouted and said, "Don't be ashamed yourself, and leave some for the Yanping County Palace, especially don't lose the face of my Heaven and Earth Society." Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info Although it's the second son.,The two points are also in line with you.,But it's not good to make people laugh.。 ”

Everyone was surprised when they saw that Wen Yi looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, and that he had already done such an earth-shattering thing. And listening to him talk like this, and then seeing that Zheng Kexuan would only use his identity to deceive people, and the distinction between superior and inferior, they all laughed.

Zheng Kexuan was looked at by Wen Yi, and subconsciously took two steps back, but when he thought that Feng Xifan was beside him, he stopped again, looked at Wen Yi and said: "Wen Yi, you have long known that I am the second son of the Yanping County Palace, but I have insulted me three times and twice, can I be the Yanping County Mansion in your eyes?"

"Naturally, there is the Yanping County Palace, but the second prince, do you think you can represent the Yanping County Palace? If it is the eldest prince standing here today, then I naturally have to look at it squarely. Wen Yi smiled and said that the words made the faces of the people of the Heaven and Earth Association change.

The internal dispute in the palace of Yanping County, many people in the Heaven and Earth Association know about it, but no one dares to say more on weekdays, and it is impossible to say it in front of Zheng Kexuan, and now Wen Yi has directly picked out this matter, so there is really no room between himself and Zheng Kexuan.

"You...... You ......" Zheng Kexuan pointed at Wen Yi, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

"I heard that Lord Wenxiang is alone against the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin, and I want to learn the kung fu of Lord Wenxiang to see if it is really as rumored, or if it is all nonsense. Feng Xifan took a step forward, crossed the sword in front of him, looked at Wen Yi and said.

"Yo, a sword without blood, Feng Xifan, is this a challenge to me?" Wen Yi looked at Feng Xifan and asked with a smile.

"Exactly. Feng Xifan replied in a deep voice.

The people in the rivers and lakes whispered, and there was a lot of expectation on their faces, after all, Feng Xifan has been famous in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and Wen Yi is also in the limelight, if the two can fight, it is worth looking forward to.

"Tsk, when Old Hero Feng was mixed with the rivers and lakes, I was still in my mother's womb and was not born, I didn't expect you to challenge me today, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Wen Yi glared at Feng Xifan and sighed.

These words are generally used to mock others, and when they come out of Wen Yi's mouth, it becomes self-deprecation, but when everyone thinks about it, Feng Xifan is fifty years old, and it is indeed too shameless to challenge an eighteen or nineteen-year-old offspring from others.

People who practice martial arts know that this internal force is more and more profound the more they practice, and there is no time to accumulate it, where does the strong internal force come from, at Wenyi's age, the internal force is definitely not as good as Feng Xifan, and there will be a lot of losses here.

Feng Xifan listened to everyone's discussions, his old face was innocent, and his confidence was gone. After thinking about it, he said: "I don't embarrass you when you are still young, if you can take me twenty moves, even if you win." "He fought with Wen Yi that day, if it weren't for the fact that there were too many trees there, and then the Nine Tribulations came again, he would definitely be able to kill Wen Yi.

There is a large open space here today, Wen Yi has nowhere to hide, as long as he is on guard against his weird dagger, Feng Xifan feels that he may be able to kill him without ten moves.

"Twenty moves, Senior Feng is really confident. Wen Yi said in a somewhat strange tone, thought about it and shook his head again: "But you want to kill me, but I can't kill you, it's not fair to me, why don't we make a bet, if you lose, go back to Taiwan today, and don't appear in front of the master in the future?"

As soon as Wen Yi said this, everyone gasped, originally thought that Wen Yi would refuse, but listening to the meaning of his words, he was confident that he would take Feng Xifan's twenty moves.

Feng Xifan turned his head to look at Zheng Kexuan, obviously intending to let Zheng Kexuan decide.

"Okay, just do as you say, if you lose, then you will resign as the head of the Aoki Hall incense, and then kowtow to me three times. Zheng Kexuan nodded in response.

"Old Hero Feng, please be a notary. Wen Yi said to Feng Nandi on the side.

Feng Nandi nodded and said, "Okay, since the two of you want to compete, then the old man, I will be a notary, I hope the two of you will be able to reach the point, don't hurt the harmony." ”

Wen Yi raised his hand to signal everyone in Aoki Hall to be calm, and then nodded at Chen Jinnan.

The people around scattered one after another, and suddenly a large open space came, Wen Yi borrowed a long sword from Li Lishi, but he could test the swordsmanship of this time.

"Master, that Feng Xifan is strong in martial arts, can the junior brother beat him?" Shuang'er looked at Wen Yi with some concern and said.

Shuang'er and Ah Qi also looked at the Nine Tribulations, they had seen Feng Xifan's kung fu that day, Wen Yi didn't have trees to hide, could he really survive twenty moves?

"Wen Yi is not a reckless person, since he will agree, there is naturally no problem. Jiu Yan looked at Wen Yi and showed a smile, she was also very satisfied with this apprentice.

Hearing Jiu Yan say this, the three girls all breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to look forward to watching the scene of Feng Xifan being played by Wen Yi.

The live broadcast room also fried the pot, and they were all speculating whether Wen Yi could survive Feng Xifan's twenty moves, and there were even people who opened a special bet in the live broadcast room, anyway, winning or losing was entertainment, and the money finally invested belonged to Wen Yi, and tens of millions were invested in just a few minutes, I don't know how many anchors were envious.

Zheng Kexuan made a vague gesture of wiping his wrist at Feng Xifan, naturally he couldn't escape the gaze of Wen Yi, who had been observing him, and the killing intent towards Zheng Kexuan in his heart was also a little stronger.

The crowd dispersed, and a flat land of about twenty square meters was vacated, and it was enough for two people to fight.

Wen Yi and Feng Xifan were two meters apart, each carrying a long sword in their hands, and arching their hands at the same time.

Feng Nandi stood beside him, the so-called notary is actually the time limit for confirming twenty moves, as long as twenty moves have passed, Wen Yi chooses to stop, then this competition will be over.

But is it really over with twenty moves, Wen Yi clenched his fists, and today, a month later, maybe not.

"Feng Xifan. ”

"Wen Yi. ”

The two clenched their fists at the same time.

With a bang, the long sword in Feng Xifan's hand was unsheathed and stabbed straight at Wen Yi, a sword without any fancy words, but it made people feel that they could not avoid it.

Could it be that Wen Yi is about to lose in one move? This is what many people think in their hearts, after all, Wen Yi is too young.

Wen Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, his steps changed strangely, and the long sword in his hand was also raised, facing Feng Xifan's long sword.

There was a crisp sound, the two swords collided, and the long sword in Wen Yi's hand suddenly bent out of an exaggerated arc, but the person passed by him. (To be continued.) )