Good Fortune Dictionary

I just don't know if my brother will come back tomorrow.

Through the clues of Li Qing and others, the senior brother left Jinling without knowing his whereabouts, probably somewhere to vent his anger.

"It's good to let off steam, it saves you a lot of suffocation. If you are not in a good mood after the martial arts conference is over, then Su Tianlu is probably really dead."

"Hey, Su Tianlu, that brat, is really looking for death."

Hiccupping, Wang Feng continued to move forward, listening to the hilarious sounds from around, Wang Feng was even happier.

This kind of peaceful happiness is the best.

The world is peaceful, the country is peaceful and healthy, this kind of day is rarely seen in history books, it is so wonderful.

Hope, it will always be like this.

As he walked, Wang Feng frowned, and he heard a bad voice.

It was a sound of someone covering their mouth and dragging.

Turning his head to look at the source of the sound, it was in the surrounding alley.

It seems that those little bastards have done it again.

He lowered his head and looked at the traces of dragging on the ground, Wang Feng's face became very ugly.

"Heaven has a way, you don't go, hell has no way, you break in." After muttering for a while, Wang Feng moved.

Although it is not advisable to exercise vigorously after a meal, this rule is not very applicable to Wang Feng.

The Meteor Walk started, and Wang Feng directly chased after it.

The long sword at his waist was unsheathed, and under the hazy moonlight, the sword shone with a silver-white brilliance, and it shone even more incomparably with Wang Feng's long silver-white body.

Without sound or sound, several punks guarding the door were directly chopped down. As for whether they were dead or not, Wang Feng was not very clear. Anyway, he only used [-]% of his strength.

I guess they're all dead.

Go forward quickly and catch up with the few people in front of you.

Watching a group of people dragging a bag, Wang Feng had a sneer on his face.

At first glance, they were not good people, so they were all killed. I will talk about the others later.

The sword light flashed, Wang Feng retracted the sword and put it back into the sheath, all the enemies were dead, only the pocket on the ground was easily cut open by Wang Feng.

Soon, a thin child ran out of the pocket.

I saw him looking around stupidly, and then began to cry loudly.

For this crying brat, Wang Feng had no choice but to jump and leave the alley.

He had already heard the sound of someone running over, presumably, it was the child's family.

He lay on the wall and waited for a while, after confirming that the child belonged to that group, Wang Feng left and leisurely returned to Liuyun Shop. As for the room that was given to him for nothing, he didn't want to go back for the time being.

Wang Feng hopes that when he wakes up, he can see his senior brother and go to watch tomorrow's game together with his senior brother.

That kid He Xing, it's the first battle tomorrow.

While Wang Feng was sleeping soundly, a roaring sound came from a mansion in the inner city of Jinling.

"Damn it, what did you do? Kidnapping a child failed."

"You, damn, damn, go to hell, after you die, I will take care of your family."

A high-ranking and authoritative voice sounded, accompanied by voices, and ruthless orders.

It turned out that he planned the child's kidnapping, but at this time, the plan failed.

Everyone who participated in the plan must die, except him, because this is the only way to protect him.

Standing at the door, he sighed when he heard the news from his subordinates that those people had been dealt with cleanly.

"Bury them generously, just say they died bravely in battle."

"Also, let other people's means finish as soon as possible. I don't want to hear about failure."

"Second prince, don't let me down. If you fail, I will probably be like them."

Today, many things happened in Jinling City. These things made the court become dangerous again, but they didn't have the slightest impact on ordinary people.

It seems that all of this is only aimed at some people, not the whole Jinling.

In the early morning of the next day, at dawn, on the second floor of Liuyun Shop, Wang Feng, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes instantly.

"Who!" With his right hand on the scabbard, he could draw the long sword out of the scabbard at any time.

In a daze, Wang Feng's vigilance was beyond imagination.

"it's me."

A familiar voice sounded, upon hearing this voice, Wang Feng waited for a while, and after confirming that it was his senior, he closed his eyes again.

"Ah." After yawning, Wang Feng fell asleep again.

"Stop sleeping, wake up, wake up."

Seeing this, Mu Shengyun couldn't let Wang Feng continue to sleep. He didn't rest well last night. As his junior, he naturally needed to accompany him.

And Wang Feng slept for at least a few hours, young people, you shouldn't sleep too much.

With dark circles under his eyes, Mu Shengyun began to shake Wang Feng, and even got some water to wake him up.

After being woken up by his senior brother, his anger was building up, Wang Feng's expression was extremely ugly.

"Hmph." Turning his head away, rubbing and washing his cheeks, Wang Feng's depression lasted for a long, long time.

Getting up angry is the most common thing for young people.

Anyone who is awakened from deep sleep will not be happy.

If it wasn't senior brother, if it was Li Qing and the others, Wang Feng would definitely beat them up until they couldn't take care of themselves.

After Wang Feng finished handling everything, Li Qing and others also got up.

Only today's protagonist, He Xing, seemed to be still fast asleep.

After thinking about it, Wang Feng decided to wake up He Xing. He was already awake, so why should He Xing still snooze, he must suffer together.

"Okay, okay, let He Xing have a good rest today, it's still early anyway, isn't it?" He hurriedly stopped Wang Feng, Mu Shengyun didn't want Wang Feng to go just like that.

That would be bad.

"Hmph." Without answering, Wang Feng sat on the chair and turned his head away from looking at Mu Shengyun.

Seeing that his junior brother was still angry, Mu Shengyun didn't care about being depressed, and began to persuade, or say, to say good things.

"Little brother, it's the brother who made a mistake."

"But brother is also depressed. Here, only brother is a relative. Of course, brother will find him."

"Don't be angry, my dear, I'll take you to eat delicious food later, you haven't eaten anything before."

In front of the delicious food and kind words, Wang Feng nodded slightly, as a temporary reconciliation with his senior brother.

But the depression in my heart can only be relieved with a lot of delicious food.

As for He Xing, let Li Qing and others deal with it, that's fine.

The unhappiness in my heart also disappeared with time.

By the time Mu Shengyun and Wang Feng walked into the martial arts conference venue, the competition was about to start.

Arriving at the VIP seat unimpeded along the way, Wang Feng and the two sat directly at the front.

At this point, no one dared to speak, and no one wanted to speak.

"Senior brother, what is that Yuan Fengyu, how strong is it?" After sitting down, Wang Feng looked at the main ring and questioned in his heart.

When Wang Feng opened his mouth, the people around all pricked up their ears.

Who is Mu Shengyun? He is one of the referees and the one with the highest cultivation level present.

His words have absolute prestige.

Once he said it, the person who won must be that person, and there would be basically no deviation.

"It's hard to say, Yuan Fengyu of the Huashan School has a very solid foundation. If it is purely based on the foundation, he is stronger than He Xing, but He Xing has made up for his shortcomings after such a long period of training. It depends on the level of performance between the two..."

Mu Shengyun said a lot, but the key information is still missing.

After listening to his brother's explanation, Wang Feng rolled his eyes.

It seems that the senior brother is unwilling to say.

In his eyes, He Xing's odds of winning are lower than Yuan Fengyu's.

He Xing only had a chance of winning on the tenth floor, while Yuan Fengyu had a chance of winning on the sixth floor.

The gap is not too big, but it is not small either.

"He Xing, if you lose, I won't leave, young master. I will train you hard for half a year and see how you choose." Wang Feng had already made up his mind after making up his mind.

If He Xing loses this time, then he will go all out.

When Wang Feng made up his mind, He Xing trembled all over.

Turning his head with difficulty, he looked at Wang Feng who was staring at him at the VIP seat not far away.

He already sensed that something bad was about to happen.

What it is, he can't say, it's a kind of intuition, a kind of intuition beyond imagination that has been trained by Wang Feng for a long time.

He couldn't imagine what would happen.

"Gulu." He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then swallowed again.

The nervous He Xing felt that his body no longer belonged to him.

This kind of pressure was not given to him by his opponent, but by that terrifying little martial uncle. He would not be looked down upon by his junior martial uncle, because it was worse than death.

Who knows, how did the little uncle come up with so many ways to torture people.

"Two contestants, please prepare. After a cup of tea, the competition will begin..."

The chief referee was replaced, those old men did not have Mu Shengyun's internal strength, and the words needed to be conveyed by multiple people, and the people who conveyed these words were naturally the ordinary referees, and this also made many viewers unhappy.

"Stop talking nonsense, start now."

"Yes, stop talking nonsense, we want to watch the battle."

"Yuan Fengyu, come on, kill that guy, I bought you 1000 taels."

Hearing the cheers from a distance, He Xing's nervousness slowly disappeared.

In his heart, he has forgotten everything, only his opponent, Yuan Fengyu.

He wants to defeat him, win, and forget about the rest.

As for Yuan Fengyu, the same is true.

On the main arena, this contagious power began to spread slowly into the distance. The audience who were still yelling just now shut their mouths together and used their own eyes to watch, ponder, and secretly Support your players.

"Boom."

The gong strikes, the battle begins.

When the knife and the sword collided, He Xing took the lead in attacking. He took the gossip step, and his figure fluctuated from left to right, which was strongly confusing.

As for the swords on both hands, they swayed from side to side.

He Xing's move was full of uncertainties.

This is a test of oneself and a test of the opponent.

"Good time." Yuan Fengyu yelled, and the three-foot Qingfeng sword in his hand shook away instantly.

Countless sword shadows appeared in front of He Xing, and sword flowers bloomed one after another.

Yuan Fengyu actually formed a wall of sword flowers by virtue of his sword skills.

What a brilliant swordsmanship.

He Xing stopped, he couldn't move forward, he was about to bump into Yuan Fengyu's sword wall, and rushed over forcefully, just looking for abuse.

There was no movement, but slowly backing away, keeping a safe distance before speaking.

This kind of action by Yuan Fengyu cannot be sustained for a long time, it is a multiple consumption of physical strength and internal strength, even a first-class powerhouse cannot last for too long.

After about a dozen breaths, Yuan Fengyu panted, slowly stopped the long sword in his hand, and looked at He Xing excitedly.

The first attempt of the two of them all failed.

Next, is the second temptation.

This time, it was Yuan Fengyu who attacked first.

With his feet connected, his body shaped like electricity, the three-foot Qingfeng sword pointed directly at He Xing's vitals, simple, clean, and neat.

Faster than imagined, and more attack than imagined.

He Xing was startled, he hurriedly crossed his hands, and used a combination of knives and swords to resist Yuan Fengyu's attack.

"Ding."

Yuan Fengyu's ultra-fast attack was powerful, and He Xing resisted it in a hurry.

But He Xing's figure was a little crooked, unable to stand firm.

"Eat my punch."

Yuan Fengyu smiled, clenched his fist with his left hand, and punched He Xing.

Once it hits, He Xing will definitely be injured. As for the injury, it depends on He Xing's response method.

"It's wonderful."

With a loud roar, He Xing's body fell instantly, and the sword that was originally resisting also parted.

The strength of his right hand disappeared, and Yuan Fengyu staggered and lost his center of gravity.

What a Yuan Fengyu, at a critical juncture, at the moment when He Xing's sword was about to hit his body, he rolled towards the distance with the help of his out-of-control body.

When the two got up from the ground again, their positions changed.

Yuan Fengyu, standing in He Xing's original position, his body was covered with dust, and he was a little embarrassed.

He Xing was standing in Yuan Fengyu's original position, his back was full of sand, and he looked rather embarrassed.

Looking at each other's appearance, He Xing and Yuan Fengyu became more vigilant.

Opponent, uninjured.

The appearance on the outside is all an illusion.

Neither of them hit their opponent.