Good Fortune Dictionary

"I'm talking nonsense, senior brother will compete with you."

"No, no, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Hastily confessed his mistake, and even wanted Hu Tian to apologize, Wang Feng absolutely didn't want his senior brother to beat him up, because it was painful and embarrassing.

Knowing that you can't beat him, but still go up to provoke, you are looking for death.

Hu Tian couldn't hate Wang Feng's behavior.

Wang Feng's age is too young.

There was still a hint of immaturity on the delicate face, which showed that Wang Feng was too young and had little experience. It was impossible to be an enemy of such a person.

Just treat it as a child's joke.

As for being an enemy of Wang Feng, Hu Tian never thought about it.

Unless, he wants to die.

After eating this meal for half an hour, Wang Feng's mouth was full of greasy food, not to mention, this kind of Tangmen's dishes have mediocre effects, but the taste really has everything.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, each dish has several flavors, and each taste is different.

For the dishes here, Wang Feng really kept it in his heart.

No matter how many times you eat, you can eat as long as you are not full.

"Not bad, not bad, Brother Hu Tian, ​​right? Your dishes here are really delicious." Wang Feng patted Huang Tian's shoulder and praised him sincerely.

Huang Tian, ​​who was slapped by Wang Feng, was sweating profusely.

He stood aside for half an hour. Since Wang Feng and Mu Shengyun came, he has not left. He really dare not leave. If someone else provokes them, then his restaurant, then Straight away.

The two in front of me, no matter who they are, have enormous destructive power.

He still wants to live on.

When the two of them were eating, the pair of chopsticks and the incomparably powerful internal strength of the two of them gave him a vivid scene of a strong man.

He was stunned.

Standing in a daze at the door of the restaurant, looking outside stupidly, he didn't come back to his senses until someone called him.

"Boss, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing the sound, Hu Tian woke up, but his expression was also decadent.

"Damn it, using chopsticks can inspire at least three inches of sword energy."

"There is also that Mu Shengyun, who directly inspired Yichi."

"It's so scary, I seem to see the swordplay with chopsticks."

"It's not on the same level at all, the gap is too big."

Not to mention how Huang Tian was lost, Wang Feng and Mu Shengyun felt very comfortable.

Especially Mu Shengyun, relying on his strong inner strength, forcibly snatched many delicacies from under Wang Feng's chopsticks, and Wang Feng was so angry that he couldn't do anything about it.

This situation can be regarded as revenge for the younger brother.

"Little brother, how about coming to eat when you have time?" Mu Shengyun suggested.

Upon hearing this sentence, Wang Feng rolled his eyes at senior brother, but soon, he could only nod.

Not to mention, the dishes there are really delicious.

As for the effect, so-so.

It would be even better if we can get hundreds of years of medicinal materials from the villa in the future and mix them with the most poisonous poison in the world.

It can definitely improve the cultivation of inner strength again.

It's just that the menu needs to be reformulated.

The current menu has been rigorously calculated and tested. If you add any one, you need to start all over again.

The combination and ratio of drugs and poisons, as well as cooking methods and timing, are all very difficult.

"Senior Brother, that Tang Sect, it's not bad, can you get the other party's secret recipe, and when we get back to the villa, let's get it for ourselves?" Wang Feng asked in a low voice. He is more concerned about food.

"It's unlikely. This kind of thing is the foundation of a sect. There is no sect. It will be handed over to others casually. Even if it is given to you, you will need a lot of time to try it out and see if the formula is correct." Mu Shengyun shook his head, criticizing Wang Feng's thoughts to a certain extent.

"I see. It seems that in the future, I still need to test it myself, but Master will not agree."

"Of course, our villa doesn't have so many medicinal materials for you to waste."

"I see."

"Okay, it's almost time for the afternoon match. I hope that person from Shaolin Temple can give us a bright fight."

"Well, I thought so too."

Before the hour, today's third game is about to start.

Wang Feng sat in the front row of the VIP seats, beside him were Quan Bai and his son. As for the others, Wang Feng didn't know any of them, and he didn't want to know any of them.

"Brother Shengbai, it will be Little Master Huijing's turn in a while, can he win?" Quanbai thought for a while, opened his mouth first, and found a topic.

"It should be possible. His opponent should not be strong, but it's hard to say." Wang Feng nodded. He still couldn't say who would win.

Although Huijing is optimistic, Huijing is too young and has too little actual combat experience. If the opponent has more actual combat experience and is not weak in combat, this stop will be a hard fight.

But in that way, he can take a good look at how Shaolin Temple's exercises are, and what Huijing's true level is.

During the preliminary round, Wang Feng originally wanted to watch, but when he found Huijing, Huijing had already ended the fight, which made Wang Feng very unhappy.

Now, in the quarter-finals, Huijing's shot can definitely be seen.

Are the successors of Shaolin Temple like 200 years ago, once they make a move, they will surprise everyone.

Because of his senior brother, Wang Feng already knew in advance who Hui Jing's opponent was.

Daoist Li Qingfeng of Qingfeng Temple has reached the middle stage of second-rate internal strength. As for his age, he is 25 years old. In terms of age alone, he is a year older than Huijing. In terms of experience, he is absolutely rich and incomparable.

If he hadn't met Hui Jing, the winner this time might have been Li Qingfeng.

"It's time, please prepare and choose your own weapons, one stick of incense is the limit." Senior Brother Mu Shengyun's voice sounded, the competition is about to begin.

This voice also indicates that all the audience should shut up obediently.

The protagonists here are the two sides who are about to fight.

rather than those viewers.

As in the previous two games, each player has his own weapon rack behind him.

First of all, it was Huijing who chose the weapon. He chose a thick wooden stick. It seemed that Huijing was going to use the stick technique.

However, his stick was made of wood, while his opponent chose iron weapons.

Li Qingfeng's weapon is a long sword, three feet three inches three points, such a long sword can give full play to Li Qingfeng's swordsmanship advantages.

Both of them just chose one weapon, not the second.

By the time the two of them stood at the designated positions, it took only a third of the time for a stick of incense to pass.

Both of them were not in a hurry, they talked to each other a lot, and looked around at the same time.

For a warrior, the enemy is very important, and the surrounding environment is also very important.

As the two looked at each other, a slight breeze appeared around the two. This was a collision of momentum between the two, and a competition of inner strength and cultivation.

This kind of competition will not hurt them, at most it is a change in momentum or mood.

The internal strength of the two has not yet reached the point where they can hurt people from a distance, even Wang Feng can't do it, only Mu Shengyun's level can do it a little bit.

"Boom!"

The sound of gongs and drums sounded, and the incense had been burned.

Combat is imminent.

"Wow, Taoist priest, I'm here first." Hui Jing took the lead in attacking Li Qingfeng with a long stick in her hand.

Looking at the way he used the long stick, it turned out to be used as a spear.

"I'm coming too, little monk, pay attention, my swordsmanship is extraordinary." Li Qingfeng shouted and launched an attack.

A stick and a sword are about to collide in the hands of the two.

"Boom."

The long stick was deflected by the long sword, Hui Jing's strength was not as good as Li Qingfeng's.

However, Li Qingfeng's sword was also trembling, and Li Qingfeng's internal strength was not as good as Hui Jing's.

The first time the two collided, they were no match.

"Come again!"

"Come!"

The two drank again, and continued to collide with the second move.

The long stick waved out countless greetings, as if dozens of long sticks were waving at the same time. Huijing's move was really beautiful.

Facing Huijing's attack, Li Qingfeng's countermeasures were very simple.

Injecting inner strength, no matter how many long sticks you have, I will break them with one sword.

An inch of sword light directly increases the power of the long sword dramatically.

He didn't care about the shadow of the stick all over the sky, and stabbed directly at Huijing's body.

Even if he is hit by a long stick, he can penetrate Huijing first.

What a Li Qingfeng, this is bullying Huijing's lack of combat experience.

After seeing Huijing's stick technique, he thought of this move.

"It's wonderful." Wang Feng said in admiration.

If it was him who had just come down the mountain, and if he had only Huijing's cultivation, he probably wouldn't be Li Qingfeng's opponent.

But for the new him, he has been in actual combat many times, and he has already made calculations, and those fancy moves have been forgotten by him in the past.

The pointers from master and senior brothers had already flashed in my mind.

However, Huijing is different from him.

First of all, he is younger than him, and it is estimated that few people from Shaolin Temple have left the mountain.

The mountain has been closed for 200 years, and this actual combat experience is not high.

Judging from Huijing's reaction speed, one can see one or two.

His stick technique is old, but it still hasn't changed.

On the other hand, Li Qingfeng's swordsmanship was about to hit Huijing.

"drink."

What a Huijing, she threw away the long stick in her hand, her body was like a feather, and she retreated lightly.

But he still lost his weapon.

How could he fight Li Qingfeng without a weapon.

"excuse me."

A sword pierced out, cutting the long stick in midair into two pieces.

Without the infusion of inner strength, this long stick is just a somewhat hard long stick, which cannot withstand Li Qingfeng's sword cut at all.

The martial arts tournament has its own rules. After choosing a weapon, you cannot choose a weapon again. Without a weapon, you can only use your bare hands.

Now, Li Qingfeng has the absolute upper hand.

However, looking at Huijing's appearance, it seems that she is not in a hurry.

It seems that Huijing's boxing skills are not weak.

"Little monk, I'm coming again. If you can't bear it, you should surrender as soon as possible." Li Qingfeng didn't want to take advantage of others' danger, but in the competition arena, only the victor can continue.

He doesn't want to lose, so he can only continue to fight until Huijing is defeated, or Huijing admits defeat.

"Thank you, Taoist priest, for your kindness. I'm coming too." Hui Jing nodded. He didn't feel disgusted with Li Qingfeng, and was even grateful.

If Li Qingfeng took advantage of the victory and pursued him just now, it would be even worse.

But Li Qingfeng didn't, instead he gave himself time, time to react.

With this period of time, Huijing has a chance to turn defeat into victory.

The two rushed towards each other again.

Only this time, Hui Jing had no weapon, while Li Qingfeng still had the long sword in his hand.

One without weapons, one with weapons, the balance of victory and defeat is changing.

Who wins and who loses is still unknown.

The battle between the two makes the surrounding audience eager to try. This fierce and unequal battle can arouse the enthusiasm of every audience.

For this battle, countless people are shouting in their hearts, cheering for the person they choose.

There was neither sorrow nor joy on the face of the little monk Huijing, without any emotion, as if he was no longer a human being, but a Buddha.

This situation changed the faces of some people watching.

"Is Mo Ke Wuliang?" In Mu Shengyun's mind, something that had been recorded in the villa flashed across.

It seems to be hundreds of years ago, a monk from Shaolin Temple used his unique skills, an invincible existence in the world.

He thought of this.