Chapter 147

Wu Xiu was asking Zifeng about Wu Feichen. When he heard Zhao Wuji's voice, he suddenly patted his forehead. He thought it was bad, but he forgot the Lord. Hearing her daughter praising Zifeng in front of her, Wu Xiu used some praise words for a while. Unexpectedly, these Praise Words virtually brought trouble to Zifeng.

"Zhao Wuji, don't think everyone is afraid of you! If you want someone to fight, I will accompany you. Don't provoke others here. Zifeng doesn't know you. Why should he fight you? " As soon as Wu Yafeng saw Zhao Wuji coming out to look for trouble, she didn't fight at all. It's always the same every time. No matter what occasion, as long as she met Zhao Wuji. This guy hasn't had a good time. However, no one in tieyuncheng and Xizhao county is his opponent.

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, "you? I give you a hand, you are not my opponent! I invited brother Zifeng, the leader of the younger generation in Qingyun town. Do you want to reward brother Zifeng? " With that, Zhao Wuji had walked to the open space in the hall, holding a plain white silver gun.

"You!" Uyafeng pointed to Zhao Wuji and couldn't speak for a moment. She really wasn't Zhao Wuji's general.

In this way, the eyes of the people around him focus on Zifeng. Zhao Wuji's character is unknown to anyone in Xizhao county. If he wants to fight with you, if he doesn't, he will pester you for three days and nights and pester you until you can't stand it. You still have to fight with him.

"Zifeng, what do you think to do? As long as the child sees excellent peers, he always has to challenge." Wu Xiu looked at Zifeng helplessly.

Zifeng didn't seem to see Zhao Wuji's behavior. It was boring to fight for the first person in the younger generation. He turned and took out a letter from the amulet bag and handed it to Wu Xiu. "My father asked me to hand it to Uncle Wu before Zifeng went out."

Everyone looked at Zifeng with a worried face. Xiong Da gloated aside and said, "now there's a good play. Zhao Wuji hates that someone ignores him most. Wu Zifeng has seed. Ha ha, see how he can be beaten into meat buns later."

Wu Xiu took a look at Zifeng, his air was calm, his breath was stable, his eyes were ancient and undisturbed, and he was not disturbed by the outside world. He couldn't help praising Wu Feichen's good son in his heart. Before Wu Feichen said, "nephew Feng, do you really want to leave him alone?"

"Otherwise, Uncle Wu doesn't want Zifeng to fight with him, if he likes it. What if the first person of the younger generation gives it to him? I, Wu Zifeng, never claimed to be the first of the younger generation. Today, Wu Shumu praised Zifeng. " Brother Zifeng explained with a smile. The title means nothing to him.

"You may not know that Wu Zifeng almost killed the examinees when he enrolled in Haoran College; Once a man alone killed the notorious general's scar in the later stage. Maybe he despised people in Xizhao county. " Lu Shuming came out and explained to the crowd that he didn't say anything, so the crowd screamed, and the war spirit in Zhao Wuji's eyes became more solid.

Zhao Wuji pointed with a plain white silver gun, "Wu Zifeng, if you want to be a man, come down and have a vigorous fight with me. Don't be a shrinking turtle, let me look down on you!"

Seeing Zhao Wuji shouting below, Chen Zhaoming couldn't help but rush up, but he was stopped by Zifeng. Before Zifeng turned around, the plain white silver gun had pierced his heart towards Zifeng

Seeing that no matter how exciting he was, Wu Zifeng didn't have the slightest look to fight, Zhao Wuji's blood rushed to his heart, shouted, and his vitality exploded.

It was obvious that Zhao Wuji became angry and made a sneak attack. He followed his steps and flashed into the hall, "Zhao Wuji, you want to fight, don't you? OK, I'll accompany you today. I hope you don't regret it! " At this point, Zifeng had no way to avoid it. He took out the ink knife from the talisman bag and confronted Zhao Wuji.

Seeing this, the people in the hall retreated to make room for a wider space, but when they saw Zhao Wuji's plain white bright silver gun shaking, a burst of empty voice sounded, "look at my life-threatening shooting." As soon as he did it, Zhao Wuji used his proud skill.

The first style: the startled Hong suddenly turned into a flash of lightning, mixed with Zhao Wuji's roar, attacking Zifeng's whole body. Under this fierce attack, Zifeng was like a boat in the vast expanse of startling waves. Everywhere was full of crisis, but he escaped the fatal blow every time.

Chen Zhaoming frowned. It's not Zifeng's way of playing. If Zifeng had been fighting with Zhao Wuji, why did he just dodge instead of attacking today. Among the people present, not only Chen Zhaoming found this phenomenon, "brother Zhao, which of them do you think is more powerful?" Wu Xiu walked behind a middle-aged man and asked with a smile.

"It's hard to say. Although it seems that the dog is in the upper hand, Wu Zifeng has no power to parry. If you look carefully, there are many places where Wu Zifeng deliberately doesn't fight. If you don't do it, it's hard to judge his strength. " The middle-aged man was Zhao Wuji's father and looked at the two people on the court with a concerned face.

Zhao Wuji picked another move from the plain white silver gun: the three Yang Qitai envoy came out. The plain white silver gun was impervious by Zhao Wuji's dance and hit Zifeng from three directions. Soon Zifeng's figure was completely covered in it, and a proud smile naturally climbed to the corner of Zhao Wuji's mouth, Relying on this "lethal shooting technique", Zhao Wuji doesn't know how many so-called talents he has defeated. It seems that Wu Zifeng can't be spared today.

Since the first world war with kongmu that day, Zifeng was threatened and couldn't fight back. In kongmu's sword technique of "ten thousand blade killing", his body method has been improved unprecedentedly. This time, the shadow following step also revealed his edges and corners. Ren Wuji's "Sanyang Qitai" angle was tricky and the speed was extremely fierce. Zifeng just stood where he was, and the gun shadow never touched Zifeng.

Finally, Zhao Wuji noticed the situation, and all his vitality gushed out. Angry, "killing and locking his throat" finally came out in one form, and the moves hit Zifeng's vital place. In this way, although Zifeng could sense the position of the plain white and bright silver gun, he couldn't keep up, and finally heard the sound of "jingling" between gold and iron in the hall.

After pushing away with Zhao Wuji, Zifeng said calmly, "enough, end."

Then an invisible pressure directly imprisoned Zhao Wuji, and the huge ink knife was slowly placed on Zhao Wuji's neck. The contest between the two geniuses was over, and no one could see what happened at that moment.

The long gun in Zhao Wuji's hand fell to the ground with a bang!