Su Yuting no longer paid attention to her best friend who was full of illogical thoughts, picked up her mobile phone and wanted to call Ling Xue, but after thinking about it, she put it back down. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo Mo, who was bored, seemed to remember something, and couldn't help but ask curiously: "Yuting, the exam is tomorrow, by the way, what volunteer did you fill in?"

Fainted, it's been a few days since the volunteers were filled in, and my best friend only now remembered to ask this, I really don't know what she's thinking all day long?

Su Yuting said sullenly: "Xiaomo, I'm going back to the capital!"

"It's great to go back to the capital, I'm going to fill in the Beijing School of Journalism, hehe, we can still stay together and have fun." ”

"You don't know...... Hey, forget it, let's not talk about it. I, ah, now I just want to find Ling Feng and let him treat my mother, alas, I don't know if he is dead or alive now......"

In fact, Su Yuting was forced to return to the capital, she was almost old enough to get married, the Su family naturally wanted her to go back, and then all kinds of blind dates, she was naturally very annoyed!

But there is no way, she is unwilling, the children born in a wealthy family are poured into the idea that the interests of the family are above everything else as soon as they are born, and the marriage is not up to them.

Mo Mo patted his magnificent chest, and said confidently: "Don't worry, maybe we will see him in the examination room tomorrow, and when the exam is over, I will go and find him to see my aunt." ”

Originally, Su Yuting said something, but seeing her best friend's confident appearance, she had to sigh: "Alas, I hope!"

In a high-end residential area in Yanhai, in a Japanese-style villa, a bald old man with a face as white as a dead man has his eyes down, sitting cross-legged on a tatami mat, looking like he is wandering out of the world.

After a long time, the two broomsticks were raised, and the triangular eyes burst out two cold rays as solid and cold as knives, and threw them on Beichen Incheon, who maintained a reverent kneeling posture below......

"Incheon, how many years have you been under my door?" the old man's voice was like iron, without any emotional fluctuations.

Obviously, this old man is the famous sword master of the island country, the head of the sword of Beichen - Beichen Wasteland! It is estimated that his cultivation has entered the realm of transformation, and the way of the sword has reached the realm of unity of man and sword.

Beichen Yidaoliu is said to be a sect, but it is better to say that it is a samurai family, so Beichen Wasteland is also the uncle of Dongchen Incheon.

Beichen Incheon, who was usually arrogant and abnormal, was like a docile sheep at this time, and replied respectfully: "Hi, Master, my disciple has been carefully taught by Master for ten years, three months and seventeen days!"

"Is there anything to be gained from this trip to the sea of smoke?"

"Master, in the sea of smoke, I haven't met anyone worthy of the disciple's shot, not even the one who walked through Shihe under the mountain, master, according to what the disciple saw, the warrior of the branch is not enough to filter at all!"

"Incheon, even Zhang Minxian is indifferent to this matter at all, just with his son who can only eat, drink and have fun all day long, what master do you think he can find?"

"Hey!" Beichen Incheon replied respectfully, but secretly did not think so.

"Masao Yamaguchi in order to open the Huaxia trading market, it seems that there are plans for Zhang Minxian to marry recently, although Zhang Minxian is not enthusiastic about this, but we have to prevent it, Incheon, do you know what to do next?"

"Hey, Master, Miss Meihui is a disciple's, whoever dares to hit her idea, the disciple will personally cut off his hand and ask for his life!"

"Yo Xi, this is worthy of being my disciple of the Beichen Wasteland!"

"Master, don't worry, tonight the disciple will let that garbage gentleman kneel in front of him, and let him get as far away as Miss Meihui goes. ”

"Yo Xi, tonight I will bring Miss Meihui to the scene in person, I hope you can show my Beichen sword and ......"

"Fair competition, life and death, begin!"

With an announcement, in an instant, the originally boiling crowd immediately quieted down, and the entire underground ring was silent......

In the ring, a tall and tall Chinese warrior dressed in a strong suit, about thirty years old, pulled a starting hand and said in a deep voice: "Please!"

Opposite him was a short, meaty island warrior who bowed and returned the salute, but his eyes were full of disdain, and he casually opened a karate frame.

There are very few masters in martial arts, and even if there are, few people can see them! Not to mention that this kind of duel in which a life-and-death document is signed according to the ancient rules is even rarer. For a moment, everyone present couldn't help but hold their breath......

After all, this is an underground ring, and most of the people present are rich people looking for excitement, so they have more or less placed bets, at least hundreds of thousands, and at most tens of millions.

Most of the rich people present naturally bet on the Huaxia warriors at the beginning, who knew that this small island country had won more than ten games in a row, although this money was not in their eyes, but what made them depressed was that they saw the island people running rampant on their own territory, but there was nothing they could do.

"Chirp!"

The Huaxia warrior moved instantly, and the whole person let out a crane roar!

I saw that his neck was up, his head was raised, his hands were slightly open like wings, his right leg was raised, and his right leg was cushioned. The whole person had already flown up in the air and swept towards the warriors of the island country.

Crane fist.

At the moment of flying over, the Huaxia warrior's palms instantly clenched out and pecked into a crane's beak, his arms were violently entangled, and a spiral wind swung up his strength suit, pecking out like lightning.

"Ho!"

The warrior of the island country shouted, and immediately retreated to eight steps, after avoiding this blow, the whole body bowed forward, and at the same time stretched out his arm, and his right hand was like a big axe opening a mountain, slashing towards the neck of the Chinese warrior!

The Huaxia warrior seemed to have expected his kill, and with one foot on the ground, he had instantly avoided his blow. For a while, the two of them came and went, fighting together in the ring......

In the VIP room, looking at the two people who were indistinguishable in the ring, Ling Feng's two sword-like eyebrows were slightly raised, and he immediately said lightly: "Zhang Zhidong, immediately let Chen Yang admit defeat, he is not the opponent of that small island country." ”

"Brother Feng, Master Chen is a descendant disciple of Crane Shape Fist Grandmaster Wang Xiaofeng, I finally invited him!

In fact, there is a key reason, that is, the competition between martial artists, especially this kind of duel in which life and death are signed, it is easy to divide life and death, but it is difficult to admit defeat! This is the so-called Buddha fighting for a pillar of incense, and people fighting for a breath.

If he forcibly stopped it, he would be regarded as a life-and-death enemy by both sides of the competition, so Zhang Zhidong didn't believe in Ling Feng's judgment, but he couldn't do anything about it at all.

Ling Feng didn't say a word, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately walked out of the VIP room directly and quickly walked towards the ring......

At the same time, in another VIP room, Dongchen Wasteland had closed his eyes and recuperated when he saw this! Because the two of them seemed to be fighting inseparably on the surface, but for a martial arts master like him, the victory and defeat had already been divided, so what else was there to see?

"Incheon, who do you think will win between Noda and Nashina?"

Dongchen Incheon pondered for a while, and then replied cautiously: "Master, I think Yamashita-kun can win within ten moves......

"Incheon, tomorrow you go back to the island country, and then go directly into the sacrificial knife room to meditate, when you realize the sword intent of that divine sword, you can come out when you want. Although Beichen Wasteland's tone was light, it did not allow anyone to doubt it.

"Hey!"

Beichen Incheon was confused, and his heart was full of dissatisfaction, but he knew very well in his heart that no one had ever dared to disobey Master's order.

"Three moves! Within three moves, the people of China will definitely die......"

PS: The college entrance examination is over, I wish you all good results! )