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"It's not easy, you have to be careful."

On the ring stage, Song Qingshu, who was as handsome as a son of a family, was moved in his heart when he heard the words, and nodded his head unobtrusively.

Immediately, with a pair of eyes, he looked at Han Feng on the opposite side, put away the folding fan in his hand, and cupped his hands in a bow.

"Song Qingshu, an intermediate student at Tianyuan Academy, was given the nickname 'Qingyun Laike', and I didn't ask your Excellency Gao's name!"

Looking at the other party's polite smile, a pair of bright eyes kept looking at himself.

The corner of Han Feng's mouth hooked slightly, and he also clasped his fists in return.

"Han Feng, an intermediate disciple of Xiatiannan College, was given the nickname 'Devil Sect Leader'."

"The leader of the Demon Cult?"

Song Qingshu couldn't help being slightly taken aback when he heard the words. He felt that the nickname was a bit weird, but he didn't think too much about it, and still smiled warmly.

"Brother Han has such an extraordinary bearing. I think he must have a unique skill. Later, please be merciful."

When Han Feng heard this, he also smiled warmly.

"Hey... Where is it, Brother Song's light kung fu and physical skills are unrivaled in the world, and Han wants to ask Brother Song to 'be merciful'."

The two of them smiled and exchanged polite greetings in the arena, very much like the cordial communication between two "hypocrites".

As the two referees on the ring announced the start of the match, the two still maintained humble and polite smiles on their faces.

However, while Han Feng was smiling, at the moment when the arena started, he suddenly stepped forward and walked forward.

Everyone thought that he would take the initiative to attack, but unexpectedly, Han Feng walked all the way to the center of the ring, but stopped in his tracks.

"Brother Song, please!"

Han Feng stood directly in the center of the ring, smiled and nodded at Song Qingshu, indicating that the opponent could make a move.

And he himself is in the center of the ring with his hands behind his back, slightly raising his head, as if "looking up at the blue sky".

Seeing this situation, Song Qingshu couldn't help being stunned, and even the spectators of the two courts under the ring were a little confused.

What is this Korean style going to do?He didn't light up his weapons or move, just stood in the center of the ring, looking up at the sky.

Is this guy here to compete, or to see the scenery?

Seeing this situation, Song Qingshu frowned slightly, a gleam of coldness flashed in his eyes, he tightened his hand holding the folding fan, and wanted to strike directly.

However, I don't know if it was the vice president's reminder just now, or for other reasons.

The moment he was about to make a move, his heart tightened suddenly, as if he was stared at by a pair of icy eyes, and he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

He looked at Han Feng, but the other party was still looking at the sky with his hands behind his back, not looking at him at all.

Feeling strange in his heart, Song Qingshu was not in a hurry to launch an attack.

Instead, with a calm expression on his face, he unfolded the folding fan, shook it gently, and began to walk around Han Feng on the ring.

Chapter 573 Singing Poetry in the Ring

On the arena, Song Qingshu circled around Han Feng in the center along the edge of the arena.

As he revolved around Han Feng, his seemingly calm eyes swept across the vital points of Han Feng's body at a very high speed.

At the same time, the spiritual power in the body is secretly dormant, ready to strike violently at any time.

However, what surprised Song Qingshu was that Han Feng clearly maintained the movement of "looking into the distance with his hands behind his back" during the whole process, and he didn't even turn his head.

But no matter what angle he is at, even standing behind Han Feng.

The "sneaky feeling" of being stared at by others still hasn't disappeared, making him terrified and unable to make a move.

Surrounding Han Feng like this for three consecutive weeks, Song Qingshu didn't find a single opportunity suitable for making a move.

Under the arena, the disciples of Tianyuan Academy couldn't help but feel surprised, and they all commented why Senior Brother Song didn't take action to defeat this person, could it be that he deliberately let the water go?

Hearing the discussion of the crowd, Song Qingshu on the ring couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Looking at the figure in the center of the arena, motionless as a mountain, seemingly full of flaws, but seemingly without flaws, the calm expression on his face finally stiffened a little.

"Snapped!"

Song Qingshu put away the folding fan in his hand, and smiled lightly at Han Feng.

"Since Brother Han refuses to make the first move, I... can only make a fool of myself first."

As soon as the voice fell, Song Qingshu's feet touched the ground, his figure was light and agile, like a "spiritual fox stepping on the snow", he rushed straight towards Han Feng, and ran to three steps in front of Han Feng, and his body swayed upwards.

Song Qingshu's feet were like lightning, several feet away from Han Feng's door, he took more than ten steps in a row, the strong wind was rolling, and rushed towards Han Feng's face.

However, Han Feng didn't even blink his eyelids, he regarded the opponent's attack as nothing, and still looked ahead calmly.

In the end, Song Qingshu's offensive did not really fall on Han Feng.

Instead, he jumped up and flew over Han Feng's head. This blow turned out to be Song Qingshu's feint.

I thought I could use this to force Han Feng to take the initiative to attack, and then look for the opponent's flaws, but I didn't expect the opponent's concentration to be so amazing that he would not be moved at all.

The moment his body fell down again, Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't believe in this evil.

His figure turned sharply, and flew towards Han Feng again, his figure flew into the air, and was several feet away from Han Feng again, but Han Feng still remained motionless.

Song Qingshu landed on the ground, only lightly, but flew towards Han Feng again.

Going back and forth like this more than ten times, passing Han Feng every time, Song Qingshu deliberately made various energy fluctuations and violent noises to intimidate Han Feng to take the initiative.

Unexpectedly, from the beginning to the end, Han Feng has always maintained a movement, motionless.

Even his gaze has become ethereal, as if immersed in the "clouds and mountains" in the distant sky.

Seeing this situation, Song Qingshu couldn't help breathing slightly heavier, no matter how hard it was to keep calm, he felt very impatient.

And at this moment, Han Feng, who was looking at the "mountains, rivers and clouds" in the distance with his hands behind his back, suddenly opened his mouth to chant.

"Water and sky are the same color, a lonely shadow, and the sea of ​​clouds is like a mirage."

……

At this moment, Han Feng looked into the distance with his hands behind his back, and seemed to be inspired by it, and began to recite poems.

Seeing this situation, the crowd under the arena was in commotion, but Song Qingshu on the arena was furious.

I jumped back and forth here, tried my best to test this person, but the other party didn't respond, and at this moment, I even recited a poem in public.

The point is, reciting poems in battle is not his patent, this guy dares to plagiarize.

Moreover, the "artistic conception" of the poem just now is quite far away, and the literary talent is even higher than myself.

Compared to Han Feng who didn't respond to his temptation, the sudden recitation of poems by the other party obviously stimulated Song Qingshu more.

A gloomy look flashed in Song Qingshu's eyes, and he smiled coldly.

"Unexpectedly, brother Han is also a member of my Taoism, and the poem just now has an extraordinary artistic conception.

That being the case, I will show my ugliness one or two. "

After all, Song Qingshu floated up and flew straight to the sky. At the same time, he spread the folding fan in his hand and chanted aloud while flying in the air.

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star!"

……

"After reaching the highest summit, follow Luanhe Wuyun chariot!"

This Song Qingshu's literary talent is really amazing, his figure flutters up and down, and as he flies over Han Feng's head, he recites a line of poems, all of them are full of literary talent and talent!

This also caused the female disciples of Tianyuan Academy to scream again.

"Ah... Brother Song's poems are so beautiful!"

"Senior Brother Song, you are truly an all-rounder in civil and military affairs, with both talent and appearance, I really love it...!"

"Senior Brother Song, you are so handsome, they will give birth to monkeys for you!"

……

Amidst the tide of screams and confession, Song Qingshu's heart was finally satisfied, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Sure enough, in terms of talent, demeanor, and attractiveness to women, no one can compare to himself.

In a happy mood, Song Qingshu's posture became more and more elegant, as if he was walking on clouds.

However, it was at this time that Song Qingshu was in a good mood and his figure was flying higher and higher.

Han Feng in the middle of the arena, the smile on his face has completely restrained at some point, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

But at this moment, Song Qingshu didn't notice it, he was still immersed in the incomparable "talent display".

At this moment, he took another step to a height of tens of feet, and when he was floating in the air, he recited aloud.

"Take a breath of air and leap over thousands of mountains. You ordinary masters, stand on the saddle for me!"

However, before the verses in his mouth fell completely, Han Feng, who had been standing still like a rock, suddenly moved!

I saw his feet exerting force, his figure was like a cannonball, and he was approaching Song Qingshu in mid-air at a very fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, Han Feng was in front of Song Qingshu, only ten feet away!

This sudden scene also surprised Song Qingshu.

Although he was caught off guard, Song Qingshu reacted instantly with his extraordinary agility and extraordinary adaptability.

The moment Han Feng approached him, his figure suddenly twisted, and he actually put his foot on the large protective light curtain. His figure floated like a spiritual wind, and he moved more than ten feet away in an instant.

At this moment, Song Qingshu's heart relaxed, but at the same time he was very angry.

I didn't expect that the other party would take advantage of my poetic interest to interrupt him suddenly. This person is really hateful, and he must be educated severely.

Thinking of this, the spiritual power in Song Qingshu's body began to fluctuate violently.

The moment it landed, it was ready to attack the opponent with all its strength.

As for Han Feng's initiative to launch this round of offensive against him, there is nothing to be afraid of.

The opponent's shot was missed, and his figure was suspended in mid-air, unable to use his strength, he could only obediently fall back to the original place.

However, what Song Qingshu and all the spectators did not expect was that.

The moment Song Qingshu's figure flashed back, Han Feng, who was in mid-air and was about to fall, suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the void.

"boom……!"

It was clearly a foot in the empty air, but there was a loud thunderous noise.

Han Feng's body miraculously moved sideways with his strength, his figure was as fast as a flash of lightning, and he appeared in front of Song Qingshu in an instant, with a big hand swung down violently.

When Song Qingshu was unprepared, Han Feng slapped him directly in the face.

"Snapped……!"

An incomparably clear and crisp sound resounded over the ring.

Everyone was horrified to see that Song Qingshu was slapped and slapped freely in the void for a circle.

Song Qingshu let out a muffled snort, only feeling a burning pain on his face, staring at his eyes, before realizing what was going on, a big hand directly grabbed his neck.

Immediately, Song Qingshu felt a whirlwind and a strong sense of weightlessness.

next moment.

"boom……!"

There was a roar on the ring, and Song Qingshu had already been smashed from mid-air to the center of the ring.

In the next moment, Han Feng's figure appeared beside Song Qingshu like lightning.

He stepped on the opponent's chest, leaned forward, stretched out his hands and bowed left and right, and looked at Song Qingshu's face like a wild slap!

Chapter 574 Victory in the first battle

"Clap clap clap...!"

In the front mountain square of Tiannan College, on the stage of the competition between the two colleges.

All I could hear was a series of explosions from the arena, the sound was clear and loud, like thunder, and even had some kind of exciting rhythm like percussion.

In the middle of the ring, Song Qingshu finally came to his senses after being beaten by Han Feng like a storm.