The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

At this moment, Sha Yuejin's pores stood up. He had already turned around several times on the spot. The strange thing was that he couldn't even figure out Cheng Youning's direction.

If he really used swords in this round, he might not lose, but it would certainly not be glorious if he won. In order to save his face, his father's face, and the face of their Sha family, he could only admit defeat. He hung the sword back on his waist and said, "I admit defeat."

Suddenly, a burst of giggles surrounded him, and finally a little kid stood in front of him happily, "Are you still crazy?"

Wan Lianxing gave Sha Guanghan enough face today. He said to Cheng Youning, "My grandson, admitting defeat does not mean that others have lost. Come back, your food is getting cold."

Cheng Youning looked at Wan Lianxing happily, then at Cheng Feng, with a very proud look, as if he had made both of them proud. Then he ran back to his table, sat down, and started eating again.

Sha Yuejin was not a man who would admit defeat. He said to Wan Lianxing, "My Lord, let your nephew, Master Cheng, fight me with real swords and guns."

Wan Lianxing smiled and said, "Feng'er, go ahead, but you two should stop at a certain point."

"Yes." Cheng Feng said to Sui Ying, "Lend me your sword."

"You two are really something. You don't even have a sword. Why don't I do it? I'm not that old either. I'm about the same age as you, not much older than you."

Cheng Feng smiled and said, "Don't forget, you still have internal injuries. If you go up, you might lose faster than me."

Sui Ying threw the sword to Cheng Feng unconvinced. Cheng Feng caught the sword and walked out. He also practiced swordplay normally, but not like Cheng Youning who practiced with fancy swords. He only practiced for self-defense and occasionally, and never thought about competing with others. Today he came here and someone challenged him, and he couldn't back down. No matter who this person was, how skilled he was, or whether he won or lost, he had to fight.

Sha Yuejin looked Cheng Feng up and down, Cheng Feng was puzzled, "Aren't you going to compete in swordsmanship? Or do you want to compete in fists and feet?"

Sha Yuejin said: "We can fight with fists and feet, but your son just flew up, how come you walked out?"

Cheng Feng smiled and said, "I don't know Qinggong, I just know some boxing and kicking, sorry for showing off."

Sha Yuejin looked at Cheng Feng and finally decided: "If you are good at boxing and kicking, we can compete with each other in boxing and kicking."

Cheng Feng looked at Sha Yuejin, who was half a head shorter than him, and said, "In a fistfight, you're at a disadvantage."

Sha Yuejin threw the sword at his waist aside, not quite convinced, "Let's just fight with fists and feet."

Although it was not specified in advance what the competition was about, since they were going to compete with fists and feet, Cheng Feng had no choice but to accompany them to the end. He bent down and put the sword on the ground.

Just as Cheng Feng straightened up, Sha Yuejin's fist burst out of the air like a beast. He concentrated all his strength on this punch and smashed it towards Cheng Feng mercilessly.

Cheng Feng turned his head sharply to avoid the heavy punch, otherwise his big teeth would have been knocked out today. Cheng Feng didn't want to lose his teeth so early, so he prepared for both offense and defense. In an instant, his body was filled with strength, and he punched Sha Yuejin's face hard.

Sha Yuejin raised his chin and flipped into the air, not only dodging Cheng Feng's punch, but also kicking Cheng Feng's body with his legs while doing a backflip. Cheng Feng used his forearm as a shield and his palm as a knife to chopped at Sha Yuejin's calf.

Wan Lianxing was watching with great interest. He said to Sha Guanghan, "My nephew has been well protected since he came into our Wan family. He occasionally comes out to hunt with me, but he carries a crossbow. This is the first time I've seen such close combat with someone. It's exciting." This was a secret compliment to Cheng Feng for his powerful boxing and kicking skills.

Sha Guanghan was a competitive person who would never lose to anyone. He said, "Your nephew is so precious. Why don't you call Cheng Feng back? My youngest son has no sense of propriety in fighting. He always hits at fatal points. I'm afraid your nephew can't withstand my son's punches and kicks."

Sha Guanghan was not making assumptions. His son Sha Yuejin's punches were as fast as a meteor and as powerful as the wind. Each punch was filled with internal force throughout his body. This man should not be underestimated.

Wan Lianxing waved his fan and said unyieldingly: "I am a little worried about your youngest son. Look at Feng'er, his moves are precise, his boxing skills are fierce, and his body strength is steady and solid. It is difficult for people to defend against him."

Sha Guanghan said confidently: "Look at my son's boxing moves, which are unpredictable and as fast as lightning. It's better for your nephew to be careful."

Wan Lianxing said: "No, no, look at Feng'er's offensive and defensive capabilities, he is indestructible, so let your son deal with it carefully."

At this time, Cheng Feng was punched by Sha Yuejin and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

"Hahahaha, I told your nephew to be careful. My youngest son has been through hundreds of battles and can kill a cow with his bare hands. Cheng Feng is no match for him."

Just when Sha Guanghan was getting carried away, Wan Lianxing suddenly slammed the table and cheered, "Old Sha, I said Feng'er's boxing skills were sharp. Look, your youngest son got hit."

Seeing that his son was at a disadvantage, Sha Guanghan stood up and tried to give some orders, but Cheng Feng took advantage of the situation and attacked Sha Yuejin three more times and kicked him twice, completely defeating him.

"Hahahaha, Lao Sha, the winner is decided, sit down and drink, sit down and drink."

Sha Guanghan cursed, "You damn thing, you are embarrassing me. Teng'er, come up and compete with Cheng Feng."

Sha Yueteng was surprised, "Dad, is it appropriate?" They all became fugitives and took refuge in Wan Lianxing. It seems unnecessary to compete with others in this situation. It's just a competition. It's better to stop when the time is right. This is what Sha Yueteng thought in his heart.

Sha Guanghan said in a gruff voice: "Come out quickly."

Sha Yuejin looked at his mother, and Zhao Shuyun said, "If you are not as skilled as others, just admit defeat. What's the point of competing?"

In Zhao Shuyun's eyes, it was a good thing that her younger son lost. Wan Lianxing could not lose face on Wan Lianxing's territory. Their situation was different from the past. There was no point in talking about winning or losing when they were living under someone else's roof.

Sha Guanghan said, "It's too early to determine the winner after just one round. Teng'er, come out and compete."

Wan Lianxing said with a smile: "Sha Yueteng, since your father has spoken, then you should come out and compete. I also want to see how good the martial arts of the famous eldest son of Old Sha are."

"Yes." Sha Yueteng had no choice but to come out.

Sha Guanghan looked at his eldest son and smiled from ear to ear. He said to Wan Lianxing, "My Lord, you can choose someone else. Cheng Feng is definitely not a match for my Teng'er. I'm really afraid that he will hurt your nephew."

"How can you make a last-minute substitution? Just let Feng'er play with your son."

Wan Lianxing thought, if he replaced Cheng Feng now, it would show how biased he was. Whatever the game was, it was not shameful to win a game or lose a game. He never admitted defeat, so he comforted himself silently in his heart.