Infinite Movie World

There was a dead silence under the arena.

Everyone was waiting for the scene where Yan Zhendong fell to the ground and bled.

After all, Lei Pengfei's "Cloud Broken Knife" just now was too fast and too strong, and Yan Zhendong didn't even dodge it.

However, after a while, Yan Zhendong turned around with a flat face.

His back and the clothes on his heart were all torn apart by the Yue family's knife, revealing his muscles as lean as iron, without any damage!

Not even the skin was broken!

There was a burst of exclamation from under the arena.

Even Xufeng couldn't help applauding secretly.

"Iron cloth shirt with gold bell cover!" Lei Pengfei is also a well-informed person, and he immediately realized that he was by no means an ordinary busker in front of him. This group arena was not an ordinary group arena, but The other party deliberately set a trap!

The reason is to step on his face and make a name for himself!

Yan Zhendong sneered, "Master Lei, we martial arts practitioners, the most important thing is the rules of the world! If you are not as good as me, you should admit defeat obediently. I have let you go, but Nen attacked me from behind. How could I Allow you?"

"Stop putting on airs here!" Lei Pengfei roared angrily, using all his strength, he slashed across with his saber.

Lei Pengfei's Water Breaking Knife is more powerful than Cloud Breaking Knife, faster, faster, and more tricky. Almost every knife is aimed at Yan Zhendong's vital door, but Yan Zhendong is not in a hurry, and continues to follow his own slow but fast pace. But with extremely powerful martial arts, he countered Lei Pengfei one by one.

The Lancet is not considered a big sword, and the path of the knife is also dexterous and changeable, and wins quickly.

This kind of sword technique is extremely oppressive when encountering ordinary opponents. After all, the sword technique is flexible and changeable, and can be used to distinguish moves.

But Yan Zhendong is not afraid of your speed at all.

He has a golden bell cover iron shirt body protection, and eagle claw kung fu, ground lying kung fu such martial arts that use slow to beat fast, and use strong to beat weak, no matter how sharp and fast the Yue Family Treasure Sword is, it is meaningless.

Lei Pengfei could hit Yan Zhendong with almost every knife, but he couldn't hurt him at all, and Yan Zhendong could hit Lei Pengfei with almost every punch and kick.

The two fought on stage for a few rounds, and Lei Pengfei couldn't hold on anymore.

Chapter 29 Comprador 【Tickets on Monday】

Yan Zhendong didn't give Lei Pengfei any chance to beg for mercy, he turned over and dodged behind Lei Pengfei, grabbed Lei Pengfei's shiny whip, and pulled Lei Pengfei back forcefully.

Lei Pengfei let out a cry of pain, and hastily cut off his own whip with a guillotine technique, then took advantage of the momentum and quickly turned around and slashed, all the knives were aimed at Yan Zhendong's heart!

Yan Zhendong resisted Lei Pengfei's fierce slash, and kicked Lei Pengfei's waist and eyes.

The big move that Lei Pengfei was most proud of was broken easily like this!

Lei Pengfei staggered a few steps, as if he wanted to escape from the ring, how could Yan Zhendong give him this chance?

Yan Zhendong immediately chased after him, and hit Lei Pengfei's back with a move of Eagle Claw.

Lei Pengfei suddenly leaned back, and with one move, the Yue family's treasure knife cut Yan Zhendong's lower body at a strange angle!

Yan Zhendong exclaimed, and while dodging, the eagle claw in his right hand fiercely grabbed Lei Pengfei's exposed throat.

Yue Jiabao's knife pierced through Yan Zhendong's clothes, but still did not hurt Yan Zhendong, while Yan Zhendong grabbed Lei Pengfei's throat and squeezed it hard.

Click!

Lei Pengfei straightened his body and fell straight to the floor.

A bloody arrow shot out from his throat, like a fountain!

Dead!

Everyone in the arena exclaimed.

"Master! Master!"

The disciples of Loyalty Hall cried and rushed to the ring, and left with Lei Pengfei's body in their arms.

Yan Zhendong shook off the blood on his hands, cupped his hands under the ring without changing his expression, and said, "Fellow folks, I was forced to fight back, and everyone is a witness! Both Master Lei and I have put up life and death certificates. My life, so I don’t count as a murderer! From now on, I, Lei Zhendong, will open a museum in Fushan to teach apprentices, and I ask all the folks to support me a lot!”

The people watching below shook their heads in astonishment, pointing and leaving.

Yan Zhendong frowned suddenly, and a puzzled expression appeared on his calm face.

It stands to reason that his martial arts are so strong, winning is considered "righteous", and he should be admired by all people, but the people of Fushan did not show any intention of liking him.

Is it because he is a foreigner?

Yan Zhendong couldn't help clenching his bloody fist.

At this time, a man dressed as a clerk climbed onto the ring cautiously, cupped his hands and fisted at Yan Zhendong, "Master Yan, my name is Liang Kuan, I, I want to worship you as my teacher."

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Xufeng, who was about to leave with Lin Shirong, heard the voice, frowning and stopped.

I think back then, when I first entered this world, I went to Baozhilin with Liang Kuan to study as a teacher. As a result, Liang Kuan was too impetuous and was accepted by Huang Feihong.

Unexpectedly, Liang Kuan came here again.

Yan Zhendong on the ring glanced at Liang Kuan, "Fushan, you are the only one who wants to worship me as a teacher? Then what kind of martial arts school do I open?"

Seeing that Yan Zhendong was about to leave, Liang Kuan quickly chased after him, and said in a low voice, "Master Yan, do you know why this happened?"

Yan Zhendong frowned, "Why?"

"Because in the eyes of Fushan people, Lei Pengfei of Loyalty Hall is nothing at all. In Fushan, Huang Feihong is the real master!"

"Huang Feihong" Yan Zhendong took a deep breath and looked into the distance.

Under the arena, Lin Shirong had already gone a long way, but when he turned around and found that Xufeng hadn't followed, he quickly turned back.

"Afeng, the arena is over, and the road ahead is clear, we should go."

"Okay, brother." Xufeng looked away from Liang Kuan, and followed Lin Shirong to the pier.

After walking for another ten minutes, they arrived at the pier.

In the sea outside the pier, there are two large steel ships docked, one with the English flag and the other with the Mlican flag.

In the obvious position of the pier, there is a colorful platform with the pattern of Jinshan painted on it.

There are many young and middle-aged people under the colorful platform, and above the colorful platform stands a Chinese comprador in suit and leather shoes.

The comprador was about thirty years old, with braids cut off, shoulder-length hair, and a black top hat on his head. He looked nondescript and quite funny.