Chapter 465: Feng Shui Ancient Master

Chapter 466: Ancient Feng Shui Master

"How could this be?" Nie Fengyuan was surprised. His swordsmanship can be learned by visiting the top swordsman masters in Uzbekistan. Although he only learned a bit of fur, it is not something ordinary people can resist.

When Zhong Yilan saw that Zhuo Bufan was fine, there was a hint of lightness between her eyebrows, and she secretly let out a sigh of relief.

"Okay, come again." Nie Fengyuan squeezed the hilt of the sword, took a fierce step forward with his right foot, his wrist trembling, this time the sharp point of the sword pierced the air, pulling out three silver sword flowers, blocking all the way out of Zhuo Bufan. Jian Feng came oncoming.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "boring."

After all, raising his hand, using the most common sword technique, directly chopped down, and the eyes of the others showed contempt. Only those who can't play fencing will chop recklessly, without any technical content.

However, Nie Fengyuan in the mask had already dilated pupils. He couldn't stop or avoid this sword because he felt that he was enveloped by sword energy. This familiar feeling was only when he was studying in Uzbekistan. I've seen it once in the master's body.

"Fight!"

This ordinary sword slowly fell, directly knocking the foil sword in Nie Fengyuan's hand onto the carpet, slashing it straight down, and finally stopped at a position one centimeter above the hood.

Nie Fengyuan's hands and feet were stiff, his forehead and neck were covered with cold sweat, and his pupils widened.

He had a hunch that if Zhuo Bufan really slashed the foil, the shield on his head would not be able to stop it, and he even felt the fear caused by the breath of death just now.

There was a cold silence in the audience, and everyone looked at Nie Fengyuan incredible.

How could Nie Shao lose?

"He doesn't know how to fencing at all, he's slashing like a foolish man, and he doesn't have any artistic skills." A girl said disdainfully.

Zhang Mengmeng and Zhong Ya have the same idea in their hearts. Fencing is an elegant sport popular among high-class nobles. You are like a butcher.

Others saw that Zhuo Bufan could not fencing, although he won, but the disdain in his eyes was even thicker.

"Young Master Nie, are you okay?" Zhang Yong frowned, hurried up in two steps, staring at Zhuo Bufan and said: "Master Zhuo, everyone has discussed it until the end, you almost hurt Nie Shao, do you know?"

Zhuo Bufan said coldly:

"I didn't even bring any protective gear on my body. He came over with a sword, but he was about to hit me. I just knocked down his foil and didn't hurt him. Do you only allow the state merchants to set fires and not the people to light the lights?"

"Master Zhuo, I, Nie Fengyuan, surrender." Nie Fengyuan took off the shield, and a faint sharp expression flashed in the depths of his pupils.

After speaking, Nie Fengyuan turned around and left the club with a group of people. Zhang Mengmeng hesitated and followed with two classmates.

Zhong Yilan took Zhuo Bufan's arm and smiled like a flower: "Anyone can't afford to lose, and he claims to be a rich man without any tolerance. But speaking of it, I was really worried about you just now, you really didn't. Learned fencing?"

"I haven't learned it. It's nothing more than embroidered legs. The moves are gorgeous, but my strength is faster than him. This is the essence of martial arts." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

"What's the truth, have you learned martial arts?" Zhong Yilan didn't know anything about these things.

Zhuo Bufan explained: "For example, your martial arts are advanced, but facing monsters, his power is stronger than you, and his defense is higher than you. What do you use to fight it?"

"Oh, it turned out to be like this." Zhong Yilan pointed her white chin and said, "but thank you for helping me a lot today."

Just now.

Four men were sitting in a box in the hotel.

Zhong Shousong sat firmly on the sofa, and the old housekeeper bowed slightly beside him. He was wearing a black gown and short hair. He looked carefully at his standing posture. He landed on the ground with the soles of his feet, and his back heels fell on the ground slightly, standing like a horse. At first glance, he is a master of martial arts.

On the opposite side sat a twenty-five or six-year-old young man, dressed in a high-end Armani tailored suit with elegant means, a tall posture, coupled with a somewhat handsome face, would definitely make many women scream.

This young man was Cao Simiao, the nephew of the richest man in Qinzhou, and even Zhong Shousong wanted to be kind to him and met him in person.

And beside Cao Simiao sits an old man wearing a Tang suit, with white hair, a clear face and thin face, and occasionally a hint of fine light appeared in his slightly opened eyes. The old butler has been looking at him for a long time, but he can't see the clues.

"Master Zhong, today is your birthday. My uncle didn't have time to come over. He specifically confessed to me to come and wish the old man his birthday." Cao Simiao smiled lightly, showing the demeanor of the family's children in both actions and expressions.

Zhong Shousong was somewhat flattered and said: "The richest man Cao is busy with business, and it is also a blessing for him to remember his old birthday."

Cao Simiao smiled lightly: "Actually I have one more thing I want to discuss with Master Zhong when I came over today."

"Oh, I don't know what is going on?" Zhong Shousong frowned slightly, his eyes showing suspiciousness.

Cao Youwei’s companies have been listed on exchange houses one after another. They are now the richest man in Qinzhou, with assets of tens of billions. Although their Zhong family is also a distinguished family, after all, it is only a three-tier family. In Qinzhou, you can still find a tree with two hands. The Zhong family and the Cao family didn't have much communication, and Cao Simiao came here in person today, which surprised him.

"This is Mr. Gu next to me. He comes from an ancient school. He is proficient in yin and yang and gossip. He is a Feng Shui master more importantly." Cao Simiao looked at the old man next to him and introduced.

Zhong Shousong arched his hands and said: "Old."

Gu Gu just nodded slightly, his posture was very big, and the butler standing next to Zhong Shousong couldn't read it. He coldly snorted, "What Feng Shui master, isn't it a trick to pretend to be a ghost?"

Cao Simiao's face suddenly changed. Zhong Shousong frowned and said angrily: "Old Li is not allowed to be rude, this is the guest of Mr. Cao, is there any place for you to speak here?"

"Master, I'm just telling the truth. I also know several Feng Shui masters in Qinzhou. They are all foreigners and foreigners who pretend to be fools. I am also afraid that Mr. Cao will be deceived." The old housekeeper said in a humble manner.

Cao Simiao laughed and said, "Master Zhong, your butler is also kind, but Gu Master is a true Feng Shui master."

"Really? I don't know what's the real skill?" The old housekeeper obviously dismissed.

Gu suddenly opened his eyes, a ray of green light radiated from his pupils, and with a wave of his hand, suddenly two green lights shot out from his cuffs, like a featherless arrow shooting away, the old housekeeper had not yet reacted, and was caught twice. Lu Mang hit, the whole person flew out directly, fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.