"That kid... swallowed my dual-element treasure, the old man wants him to never be able to turn over!" The Poison King gritted his teeth.
"Why be so anxious, Poison King." Luo Ming stood up and walked outside the secret room. "Everything is under our control. His cards have been revealed, and he can no longer play any tricks. You are here to observe the progress of the sword and gall, it's time for me to show my face."
Luo Ming walked outside slowly and returned to the pavilion. What he saw was the pavilion with only the emperor and a group of guards. But Aji, Tangye and others were not seen. Looking at the emperor staring at the stage, as if he didn't even notice that he was here, his eyes were full of surprise. Luo Ming was enlightened, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Counting the time, now should be the time for Feng Jian to win the game.
Looking at the top of the ring, suddenly huge laughter lingered in the audience.
"Ahhahahahahahahahahahaha! Eat this fairy, a sword, one sword, one sword!"
Then all he could see was the sword energy that was so huge that it overflowed.
I saw a nondescript, non-Buddhist, Taoist, and disheveled martial artist, who was constantly swinging his sword at Feng Jian, the proud disciple of Luo Ming on the stage. Every time it was swung, a sword energy like a huge wave flew out. The wind was blowing wildly, like a god descending from the earth.
And the opposite Fengjian, let alone approaching, was basically unstable. Ren is his swordsmanship, and he almost knelt on the ground by being suppressed by the sword pressure from this guy who couldn't even send out the sword glow.
"Rat... Rat, compare swords with me..."
Before the words were finished, the Taoist came with a 'duh', and the wind sword was blown directly to the ground and rolled over three times in a row.
Luo Ming touched his chin: Huh? What exactly is going on
Chapter 109 What's the matter
Luo Ming was not the only one who was dumbfounded.
The whole audience was dumbfounded. I just heard that Fengjian is Luo Ming's direct disciple. Although he is not well-known, but looking at his silent movement when he came to power, he knew that he must be a first-class player. I was looking forward to a fight between dragons and tigers.
As a result, a fairy came...
Now the field is completely showing the scene of 'fighting of gods'. It was almost thought that this was a juggling act invited by the Luo family, as an entertainment activity before the sword was cast.
Jin Caitan's mouth opened and closed, opened and closed several times, and he didn't know what to say. Because what is the situation? !
Even Shen Yiren was muttering: "This guy can't..."
On the stage, the scumbag was dressed in a simple Taoist robe and two big flags behind her body, which seemed to be changed by Xiao Huangquan's pair. There is a 'Get out' on the left shoulder, and a 'Get up' on the right shoulder, which is somewhat charming.
He held Xiao Huangquan's Dan Xin sword in his right hand, and held the sword in his left hand. This set of 'removing disasters and solving difficulties, asking God to ask God to ask the big gossip steps', is a set of ninety-nine taels on Wudang Mountain, plus a special discount package with a fruit plate, which is rarely seen.
Seeing that, Elder Shou, who was in the audience, couldn't help sitting upright, with a serious face, and stroking his large white beard and said, "Fucking salesman, I met an expert here. I'll have to ask for advice later."
All in all a mess.
Among them, only Feng Jian who is in the arena knows best.
The swordsmanship practiced by Fengjian takes the word 'quick' as the primary meaning. His swordsmanship does not need to be tricky, what he pursues is the speed of a little breakthrough. Those who can be killed in the first sword will never be killed in the second sword.
However, this person in front of him is playing in chaos, but he really has no way to get close. In a hurry, Fengjian no longer retains. The figure suddenly disappeared in front of everyone. This is a movement technique that he will only use when performing an assassination mission, and he did not intend to use it in the public eye.
The figure of Fengjian disappeared in the crowd, and all the people watching were in an uproar. They all know that this is the real kung fu taught by the Luo family, and a large wave of praise is piled up in the throat, and "Mani Mani coaxing!!"
With a wave of the Dan Xinjian, Feng Jian, who had just been hiding with his personal skills, suddenly showed a figure without hiding, and was crushed by the sword wind and smashed to the ground.
There was silence in the arena. Suddenly a man's voice shouted!
"Scum Immortal's magical powers are unparalleled in the world, invincible in the world!!"
Among the crowd, a young gentleman with Xianyi on his body, his sword on his side, with endless tears in his eyes, pointed his hand to the stage.
"I knew you were going to take action! I've been waiting for this day for a long time!!"
It was Luo Ming who was sentenced to be the captain of the outfield patrol team today, and the number one fanboy of the scumbags in the world today, Luo Siming, the fourth son of the Luo family. According to a reliable source, this scumbag was one of the four young masters who had been recruited with great sums of money in the past, and was one of the talented people under his seat. Although today's position is hostile, there is an incense love in the middle, which is unknown to outsiders.
But as soon as Mr. Luo opened his mouth to shout, the crowd immediately followed.
"The immortal mana is boundless!"
"Scum Immortals and Tian Qi!"
The scumbag was also made a little embarrassed.
Fengjian, who was surrounded by the cheers for the enemy, suddenly said, "Do you know why I am called Fengjian..."
"Ok?"
"Because... I can read wind."
The wind sword stood up, and the wind and anger also rushed forward, and the human quick sword was faster. The scum immortal drew a gourd and swung a sword again, but the wind sword was like a swimming fish breaking the water, and actually found a way to move forward in the sword wind.
"Your sword-wielding technique is simple, and it doesn't take much time to read the wind!"
The words only said one sentence, the sword of Fengjian has already stabbed on the sword of Danxin. Picking up the tip of the sword, Zha Xian didn't hold it, and the Dan Xin Sword in his hand flew out of the field.
For swordsmen, the sword is more important than life. It is a great disgrace to have the sword taken away. No one thought that a scumbag like a fairy could not even keep a sword, but it was unexpected.
Fengjian took advantage of the situation to advance again, and the sword's edge pointed a bit of cold light directly at the chest and abdomen of the scumbag, and the position was extremely fierce.
Halfway through the sword, I suddenly felt a wave of palm wind that was several times stronger than the sword wind. A whisper was heard in the ear.
"You son of a bitch! I rented it with the old man Xiao for fifty-two and one hour!"
Zha Xian waved his sleeves, and a gust of palm wind came out from the bottom of his sleeves like a tornado, and Feng Jian was knocked into the air.
Fengjian, who is in the air, still doesn't understand...
—Everything was done according to Master's perfect plan, why would such an inexplicable person come out and attack me...
"It's really him."
Xiao Huangquan, who was watching the play in his pavilion, turned around when he heard the words and saw Shen Yiren standing pretty at the door.
Shen Yiren glanced at the scumbag who was serving tea and water beside Xiao Huangquan, glared at him and said.
"I haven't had time to pay attention to you, you can hide from me long enough."
The scumbag shook his head again and again: "Ming boss forced me!"
"Tsk."
Shen Yiren got closer and looked at the scumbag on the stage: "He actually ended up again... What is he thinking?"
Xiao Huangquan smiled and said, "No matter what he is thinking. It's a good thing. Don't you see Luo Ming's expression?"
Shen Yiren now has time to pay attention, looking at the Luo family's pavilion from the stand here, Luo Ming's expression - very confused.
On the arena, Feng Jian managed to barely stabilize his body, and fell heavily on the ground before he landed. His eyes never left the scumbag. After all, he had already knocked down the opponent's sword just now, as long as he picked it up, it would be his chance to attack.