Chapter 45

Wu Tianjie followed Ziyan after she left. Zifeng was left alone. The room was quiet for a moment. Some thoughts about the future and precipitation in recent days rushed over, and the whole room was immediately sad.

Zifeng sat quietly on the bed, rubbed the bracelet compiled on his wrist, and unconsciously emerged in his mind. Although the beautiful shadow in the boundless forest had only been together for a short half day, Zifeng seemed to have waited for more than ten years for this half day, so that the most gorgeous smile bloomed in a narrow time.

Zifeng smiled, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help rising. He smiled at the scene where they met. That feeling

But there was sweetness and bitterness in the memory. At that moment, the scene was broken. Zifeng couldn't help clenching his fists and making a sound in his joints. Is it destined to be people of two worlds? Zifeng will never forget the young man's contemptuous eyes when he left.

One day, one day, I must stand proudly in front of you! Step on him! At this moment, the seed of the strong in Zifeng's heart finally germinated in this catalysis

The brain began to sort out its own situation. It was also Zifeng's first serious examination of himself. In the later period of martial arts, in the early stage of spiritual power climbing the hall, the skill is yellow level advanced heaven burning fist. The mental skill level is unknown, and the three roars break the formula. There is a fragmented script of sabre technique, which has not been practiced and the effect is unknown. There is also a set of nameless scrolls, which I saw in the Sutra Pavilion of the Wu family before, but Zifeng doesn't see the true meaning of it for the time being.

Zifeng estimated that, in the current situation, he could compete with the general generals. After all, the generals did not have the ability to quench Qi. If the other party was a Wuzong, it was estimated that it was not a combination of generals. It was not enough, obviously not enough. Zifeng was eager to enhance his strength.

When Zifeng calmed down, he began to recall the incomplete Sabre technique in the book. The first move: the wind swept the leaves. Suddenly, the previous scene appeared in his mind. The old willow rolled gently, and the fallen leaves on the ground seemed to be rolled up by the wind. With the swing of the willow branches, they whirled and moved softly and elegantly. However, at the moment when the willow branches were fixed, the fallen leaves condensed into a fierce dragon with teeth and claws, roaring out, A tearing force suddenly gushed out.

No vitality? How can we use the sabre technique? Does it depend on pure power? Zifeng picked up the ink knife. The room was too small. Zifeng came to a quiet corner in the backyard and slowly waved the ink knife to find the rhythm and feeling.

The ink knife whirled gently with Zifeng's moves. Zifeng didn't use his vitality, but his strength. However, after waving for a long time, there was still no change. The knife was still a knife, and the fallen leaves were still fallen leaves.

Slightly suspicious, the son wind decided to speed up the hands, one circle after another, the wind blowing up the blade rolled up the dead leaves on the ground, but the power of the knife method still did not touch, the leaves were scattered towards one side, and the Kwai was tired.

What the hell is this about? Zifeng sat under the tree and put the ink knife across his body. His mind began to recall the actions of the old man's hands again and again. He imitated and guessed again and again. Until the sunset, there was still no progress

Xin'er's call came from afar. When it was time for dinner, Zifeng smiled and dusted his body. He didn't feel depressed because of sitting down all afternoon. He understood that some things can't be urgent and can't be achieved quickly. Especially in terms of cultivation, following nature is the right way.

The last item of the hunting convention finally began when a new day came. It is also the most interesting fight at the hunting conference. Many openings have been set at the entrances of the square all morning to bet on the victory or defeat of each game. The dealer is no one else. It is Lin xuanxi, the town owner, who sets up the village and entertains the whole people. I saw the bustling crowd betting in the openings. The scene was very hot.

The square has been divided into three competition venues, and three competitions can be held at the same time. There are a total of 15 family teams participating in the competition. They conduct two-on-two knockout competitions, and finally leave the top four to compete for the final victory. Wu Zifeng listens to Lin Jianling talking about the rules of the competition.

Behind, Wu Lei sneaked over and whispered, "brother Zifeng, our odds outside are 1:2. Do you want to buy it? I took out all my private money."

Zifeng was stunned when he heard the speech, 1:2? No, the Wujia will win. How can the odds still be this? Unexpectedly, the Wujia has basically no combat effectiveness in previous sessions. It is eliminated in the first game every year. In previous years, it is 1:10. The Wujia can win ten times the profit. This year, it is nothing more than taking into account the variable Zifeng that the odds rise. Even so, the Wujia has little chance to win in gambling.

He didn't say anything. Zifeng is in short supply now. At the beginning, Fu Lao gave him 10000 Xuanshi. A few days ago, he bought some things with Xin'er and Ziyan. There was little left. He handed Wu Lei the rest and a total of 1000 Xuanshi given to him by Wu Tianjie“ Buy the martial arts family to win. Go and ask, brother Ziming, does he want it? "

Wu Lei, who had seen so many basaltic stones, was stunned. His eyes soon lit up and asked Zimo, "brother Ziming, do you want to buy it? Brother Zifeng bought a thousand Xuanshi. We're going to make money next time. " The voice is mixed with uncontrollable excitement. In fact, it's no wonder that the other party is Shen Peng. Isn't it a steady profit.

Ziming's face is still a little pale. It seems that he has not fully recovered from his injury. Ziming's face is somewhat complex. He glances at Zifeng and smiles at each other. It seems that all his past grievances have been cleared in this smile. Ziming handed Wu Lei about 300 Xuanshi, and Wu Lei disappeared without paying attention to the problem of the game.

In fact, not only the three younger generations of Guangwu family, on the high platform and in the stands, almost everyone wants to gamble. Wu Tianjie turned and asked Wu Feiming, "did you bet on those Xuanshi?"

"Of course, it's not easy to seize this opportunity to earn some Xuanshi. How can you miss it. You'll just wait and count. Now let's see Zifeng's performance. " Wu Feiming spoke proudly, as if everything was at hand. It's so easy to get the chance of Xuanshi, but you can't let it go so easily. Others don't know what level Zifeng is. Can he not know.

Such conversations rang out one after another around the square

Finally, in a roar, the battle began. Fifteen teams, the first round of last year's champion Xiao's family, went straight into the second round. In the name of the first game, the Wu family was impressively listed, and the opponent in the middle field was the Shen family. So the Wu family and the Shen family went to the middle court and waited for the start of the game.

The three members of the Wu family, Wu Zifeng, Wu Ziming and Wu Lei, have a look of calm and light, talking and laughing.

The Shen family alliance, Shen Peng, Qiu Yifan and Qi Zihao were frowning and silent, and the judgment was made between them.