"Brother Yang, you have to mention the spirit of twelve, Brother Lang not only has a magical footwork, but his internal strength is also one of the best in today's martial arts, much stronger than me!" Zhou Kun was still not at ease, and kindly reminded. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lang Feng smiled at Zhou Kun, and then turned to look at Yang Feng, "I'm also a character with a ghost and a wave of laughter, and I still want face, I don't have to fight for internal strength in the competition with Brother Yang! Let's compare the moves, and the point is up." ”

Yang Feng nodded with a smile, his hands were like hooks, just like a pair of iron claws, fast as thunder, and greeted Langfeng Xiaoxiao three feet away, only to see Langfeng Xiao's left foot to the left, and his right foot slashed diagonally, skillfully avoiding this grab, laughing and shouting, "What a powerful claw skill!", and then still did not attack, but fluttered left and right, the figure was uncertain, no matter how fast Yang Feng shot, he couldn't touch his clothes.

No wonder after stealing the Night Pearl in the Imperial City, the five thousand Imperial Forest Army couldn't help him, not to mention how Langfeng laughed at martial arts, just with his ghost steps, he can go to this world!" The old head of the Hengshan faction praised, and the disciple next to him bowed his head and said yes.

The head of Taishan, who was not far away, stroked his sparse beard, nodded and said, "Master Zhao is reasonable, but in my opinion, the young man surnamed Yang is not bad, and the claw skills he uses are really powerful, sharp and fast, pervasive, and I don't know what kind of kung fu it is." ”

Yang Feng saw that he always couldn't beat him, like a punch in cotton, and secretly thought in his heart, "You can do light work, won't I?" When even if he stopped making moves, he was on tiptoe, but he was using the Tomb Sect light skill.

Although the light skills of the ancient tomb school are not famous in the rivers and lakes, it is created by a generation of martial arts wizard Lin Chaoying, and this person's talent is still better than Wang Chongyang, the first person in Huashan to discuss swords, and her light skills will definitely not be bad.

Lang Feng laughed "Huh", seeing that Yang Feng also used light skills, he couldn't help but be curious, thinking to himself Aren't you a class with an axe, could it be that your light skills can still beat my fame stunts?

The heroes watched fascinated from the sidelines, the waves and the wind laughed and wandered, unpredictable, like a ghostly ghost, faintly, unable to see the real shadow, only a cyan figure flashed there.

On the other side, Yang Feng was swimming in white, the ancient tomb faction was very good, everyone present couldn't ask themselves, but seeing his long hair flying, if the immortal was in the dust, at this time, the sun was shining, a merry and pretty boy who was alive, and the Emei disciples who were watching the battle were dizzy, and they were stupid, and they looked forward to Yang Feng winning. "Haha! Brother Yang, you can't do this, you can't help me, I can't help you, everyone can have a tie at most!" Lang Fengxiao felt that floating around like this was very boring, and said excitedly, I want to see Yang Feng show excellent kung fu and open his eyes.

Although Yang Feng didn't know his thoughts, he also understood that this was the truth, but Lang Fengxiao's ghost steps were indeed weird and tight, Rao was Yang Feng used the Tomb Sect's light skills, and when he pursued and struck again, Lang Fengxiao was already a few feet away.

"Brother Lang, you are bullying my brother like this, if you run away with all your might, even ten of me, and I won't be able to touch your clothes for a hundred! Let's count it as a tie, and wait for the little brother to compare with you in two or three years." Yang Feng stopped, waved his hand and said.

As soon as these words came out, the heroes were in an uproar, and they didn't know what Yang Feng meant by this. Lang Feng smiled and listened to Yang Feng's words, his curiosity rose, and he also stopped, crossed his hands on his hips, and asked, "Brother Yang, what do you mean by this, is it possible that you will still be able to beat me in two or three years?"

"Of course, junior brother, I used to be lazy and didn't practice martial arts well, and when the matter here is over, I will definitely practice hard, maybe I can beat you next year! At that time, Brother Lang, you can't run away even if you have four legs!" Yang Feng said.

Lang Feng smiled and looked around, and saw that everyone was surprised and suspicious after listening to Yang Feng's words, and felt very funny, but seeing Yang Feng's sincere face, he only thought that he was not deeply involved in the world, and he didn't care, so he laughed loudly; "Okay, good, I want me to Lang Feng Xiao to travel all over the world, swimming all over the world, but today I met a kid who is even more crazy than the Northern Desert Knife to Bayun! Brother Yang, you are a friend and I Lang Feng laughed. ”

After speaking, he stepped forward and patted Yang Feng on the shoulder, "You are a few years younger than Xiao Kunzi, and you will be like him in the future, how about calling me Brother Lang?"

"Okay, Brother Yang, Brother Lang, wait for Mount Emei, the three of us will marry Jinlan, come to Taoyuan and make a three-way alliance, how about going to the rivers and lakes together in the future?" Zhou Kun stood up and shouted loudly there.

Yang Feng has only been in the WTO for a few days, although there are not many people he has met, but Zhou Kun, Lang Feng Xiao is really a person in temperament, but he has similarities with his father Yang Guo, and he feels that he should make friends with such people in his life, seeing Zhou Kun and Lang Feng Xiao talking like this, I can't care about anything, "I, Yang Feng, can be called brothers and sisters with the two eldest brothers, it is a blessing for three lives, how can I refuse!"

Lang Feng smiled and heard him say this, his face was happy, knowing that Yang Feng still had two competitions, and he didn't say more, he withdrew from the school field in a few steps, and smiled at a gray-clothed man with silver hair and a square face not far away, "Senior Xiang Bayun, my brother is even crazier than you!"

The Northern Desert Dao snorted wildly, staring at Yang Feng in the school field, and did not step on the waves and smiled. Lang Feng smiled and didn't answer, he knew that this Xiang Bayun was arrogant, and he only regarded Jiangnan Sword Saint Dugu Aotian as his opponent in life, and the rest of the people couldn't get into his eyes.

At this time, Yang Feng had already played three games, one draw and two wins, and he only felt that he was very enjoyed! He had been in the ancient tomb for nearly 20 years, and he had never had the opportunity to show his strength, and he wished that he would have a few more games.

For a while, no one stood up to call for war, not because they were afraid of losing, this kind of competition was just to make a name for themselves, to show their own mastery in front of the heroes, and winning or losing was secondary. Many people present asked themselves if they were not as good as Zhou Kunlang and laughed, and if they went up, they would only laugh.

As for the colorless Zen master, Dugu Aotian, Xiang Bayun and other martial arts seniors, although their martial arts are outstanding, they can't mess up their seniority, and asking for advice from a descendant is inevitably rude and unruly.

"Which other heroes are coming, Yang Feng is waiting here!" Yang Feng saw that no one called for battle for a long time, and shouted with his fists around him.

"I'll learn a few lessons from Yang Shaoxia!" A middle-aged man about thirty years old stood up and walked over with a long sword in his arms.

The group of heroes looked at each other, and they were all surprised, "It's him, Mo Nandong, the only disciple of the Sword Saint, I heard that the Sword Saint passed on all the unique knowledge of his life to him, and even his own children have not learned a single move and a half!" A Jiangnan man recognized Mo Nandong and said to the others.

"In Xia Mo Nandong, I saw that Quan Zhenzhang was defeated in the hands of Shaoxia, and I admired Yang Shaoxia's swordsmanship in my heart, so I came to ask for advice. Mo Nandong was polite and waited for Yang Feng to reply.

"It's easy to say, since Your Excellency is a disciple of the Sword Saint, then I can't underestimate people, how about using the Heavenly Sword?" Yang Feng frowned and said, for swordsmanship, he asked himself if he was not deeply involved, he was able to win against Li Zhichang before, purely because the swordsmanship of the Tomb Sect was specifically to restrain the true swordsmanship.

If he meets Mo Nandong, he is really not sure, in addition to the swordsmanship of the Tomb School, there is also a set of jade flute swordsmanship, and there is nothing else, and he doesn't know if he can win! But it is impossible to refuse at the moment, so he has to say this, hoping that he can win three points in the weapon, so that he can have a chance of winning.

Many of the people present were originally coming for the name of the Heavenly Sword, and Mo Nandong was even more so as a swordsman, thinking that if he could see the power of the Heavenly Sword, what would it matter if he lost?