Five more days have passed, and now it has been more than half a year since Wu Ling came into this world. The Wufeng Competition is about to begin.
The two air masses in Wu Ling's body continued to rotate like gusts of wind and rain, and the qi was gradually filling up, but within a few days, Wu Ling felt that he had vaguely reached half the level of his previous life.
Calmly let Gang Qi run through his body for two weeks, Wu Ling let out a long sigh, and he walked out the door triumphantly.
After more than five months of practice, Wu Ling didn’t care about pain or success or failure. He suffered thousands of knives day and night, and finally refined all the skills condensed in the five elements Huanhuawan. Before the martial arts competition, he did everything in one fell swoop. Practice to the third level of Yi Bone.
The Wufeng Contest is Wu Ling's responsibility to the Wu Family, and he never dared to slacken its efforts! However, before the Wufeng Competition, Wu Ling decided to do another thing first.
Feng Yinglin, the man who beat him into a mess, he must take revenge today, and return Feng Yinglin's vengeance against the martial arts family.
It is never too late for a gentleman to avenge him. The villain takes revenge and always remembers his heart.
Wu Ling had been a gentleman in his previous life, but he was bullied; in this life, he decided to be a villain. Who dares to ride on him again, there is only one word: hit!
The beating he was looking for teeth all over the floor, and he was confused, and he would never dare to ride on my Wu Ling's head anymore!
The hatred of insult is not shared. Wu Ling Tangtang is a great man in Wudang, and he can't wait to get his revenge right away. At this time, he has been waiting for more than five months, more than one hundred and fifty days. The resentment in his chest can be said to be overwhelming, like a throat, not spitting out unhappy. !
With turbulent steps and full of anger, Wu Ling walked out of Zhang Yiyu's hut.
He had long since inquired about the place Fengyinglin frequented, which was a restaurant called Bafang Laike.
Riding a tall horse on the street, Wu Ling's eyes were a little more confident and calm, and he observed the situation of the Wind City Well with great interest.
The whole city of wind is different from the prosperous past. Young warriors who came from all over the Principality of Wufeng, dressed in distinctive clothes and with different accents, gathered here like a snowball.
Strangers of all kinds, all dressed up weirdly, are warriors with cold expressions and bright eyes, and they seem to be expecting something faintly.
Inside the city, inns and restaurants of all sizes were overcrowded, and the shadows of brisk footsteps flashed past the corners of the street.
Soon I came to this restaurant called "Ba Fang Lai Ke". Dismounted, and looked up, the four characters "Visit from all directions" are like dragons and phoenixes dancing, and they are so powerful that they are obviously made by famous artists. Look at this restaurant again, it is magnificent and magnificent, and the pomp is not so big.
Taking a firm step, Wu Ling walked into the "visitors from all directions" with grim eyes, and did not pay attention to the attentive waiter beside him. Wu Ling walked through the crowd, looking for Fengying Forest everywhere.
"Master Ling, are you looking for Master Wu?" A faint voice came from the side. Wu Ling quickly turned around and saw a very clever young man, turning his eyes, nodding and bowing.
"Huh?" Wu Ling couldn't help but stunned. "My father is here too?"
The young man was startled when he heard the words, but immediately said: "Yes, Master Wu, Prime Minister Feng, Master Beitang, Master Sun, and many great figures in the Principality. Today, we are "visiting guests from all directions". We need to discuss things about the Wufeng Competition."
With a sound of "Oh", Wu Ling didn't care too much. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Is Fengyinglin here?"
The young man was startled again, secretly raised his head to look at Wu Ling, and looked up, "Master Feng is here. I heard that in this martial arts competition, everyone is very optimistic about Master Feng winning the championship!"
Wu Ling smiled lightly, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly: "Take me to see him!"
"Yes, yes, come with me." The young man was very clever and didn't dare to ask any more. He led the way and took Wu Ling to the third floor, outside a huge private room, "Master Ling, Master Wu , There is also Young Master Feng, as well as all the adults in it, the villain dare not go in, you see."
Wu Ling waved his hand and smiled and took out two gold coins: "Take it!"
Seeing these two gold coins, the young man's eyes flashed brightly. These two gold coins were full of his wages for a month. He hurriedly took it and put it in his pocket, bowed, turned and retreated.
"Prime Minister Feng, the champion of this martial arts competition seems to have to be Young Master Fengyinglin. Young Master Fengyinglin is very young, and his cultivation base is so great that he is really terrifying to the next generation!" A soft voice came. Just listening to this voice, Wu Ling could imagine the flattering color on the face of the person who spoke.
I couldn't help but feel disgusted and funny. Before the martial arts competition started, these people arrogantly decided the title of the champion, and regarded the Principality's thousands of martial arts practitioners as nothing, which was too funny.
Wu Ling laughed loudly and unhurriedly pushed open the door: "My lord, you said this too early!"
His laughter not only surprised the person who was speaking, but also caused the eyes of the people next to him to be projected at him. Not only that, but several other high-ranking officials shot their eyes at him.
"What are you talking about?" Turning around, Feng Yinglin looked at Wu Ling strangely with a cold and arrogant expression.
"I said, the champion of this competition will definitely not be your Fengyinglin. Because I am going to knock you down now." Wu Ling said with a joking expression on his face.
"Ling'er, what are you doing?" Wu Yu was startled, took a step forward, and grabbed his arm abruptly, trying to pull him back.
The many high-ranking officials who surrounded Fengyinglin in the center temporarily put aside their actions, and looked at Wu Ling in perplexity.
"Don't be able to do it!" Wu Yu roared, then gave Wu Ling a sudden glance, motioning him to quickly stand back behind.
"Father, please allow me to fight him!" Wu Ling looked firm, with a right hand, spitting out inwardly, and a mahogany table of eight immortals in the distance suddenly flew up.
Gangqi imperial material, easy to bone three layers.
"Huh!" Feng Yingsen whispered, squinted at Wu Ling for a while, and suddenly said with a negative test: "Ah, isn't this Wu Ling's nephew of the Wu family? I haven't seen you in a few months, your cultivation seems to have improved. That's a lot! What's the matter, did Lin'er beat you so badly last time and you came to take revenge? Ha ha, Wu Ling, my nephew, the last time it was Lin'er was wrong, I have already taught him well. Young People are young and frivolous, understandable, but don't be too impulsive!"
"Fengyinglin, can you dare to fight?" Wu Ling didn't even look at Fengyingsen, but calmly stared at Fengyinglin, saying every word.
Feng Yinglin didn't answer, but walked towards Wu Ling with a cold expression, and stood face to face with him.
"Ling'er!" Wu Yu shouted again.