"Master, you are finally here, huh? What happened?"
Seeing Xiao Feng in a mess and with a broken head, Yuan Yin felt very distressed.
"Every little thing has been solved."
Xiao Feng smiled and didn't care at all.
"Brother Xiao, is someone plotting against you?"
Yuan Nanwu asked.
If anyone dares to trouble Xiao Feng at this time, he will never give up.
"Brother Yuan, don't worry, it's just a car crash."
Xiao Feng didn't say much. He didn't want to get involved with the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association. After all, this was a personal grudge.
"Master, why can't you make calls on your cell phone?"
Yuan Yin pouted and asked.
"Yeah?"
Xiao Feng took out his mobile phone and took a look. The screen was completely broken and it was completely scrapped.
This must have been caused by the car crash just now. This is really a big loss. I bought a new mobile phone and spent thousands of dollars.
Ye Meng, you are a fat bitch, I have to ask you to double the compensation.
On the ring, Gongsun Liang looked around, cupped his fists and smiled.
"My fellow students, I would like to first congratulate yesterday's winner. You have successfully entered the second round."
"The conference continues. Today's first duel will be between Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association Leng Mufeng and Yunfeng Martial Arts Association Geng Junhua."
I saw a heroic woman, wearing a white trench coat, walking out of the crowd with a cold and arrogant face.
This woman is about thirty-five years old, with delicate features. Although she is not a top beauty, her temperament is different.
She is Geng Junhua, the only female hall leader of the Yunfeng Martial Arts Association.
A master of the Xuan Realm, he is extremely skilled with both swords in one hand and ranks among the top five in the entire Yunfeng Martial Arts Association.
She did not go to the ring first, but walked to the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association and locked her eyes on Leng Mufeng.
"Master Leng, I really didn't expect that this first duel would be with you, so please don't show mercy."
Leng Mufeng forced a smile: "Xiaohua, do you still hate me?"
"Hold a grudge? What are you talking about?"
Geng Junhua sneered: "I should thank you. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. Please."
"please!"
Leng Mufeng clasped his fists, and the two of them walked to the ring at the same time.
As soon as he heard this conversation, Xiao Feng felt that there was a story.
He asked in a low voice: "Liu Qing, what is going on?"
Yang Liuqing explained: "This Geng Junhua is Hall Master Leng's former fiancée."
"Later, the two broke up due to differences in Taoism. I heard that Geng Junhua took the position of the hall leader because of him, who has been practicing swordsmanship hard in the past few years."
"Oh I got it."
Xiao Feng nodded. It seemed that the two of them had differences in the path they chose.
On the ring, Gongsun Liang looked around and reminded: "Did you all hear what the leader and Master Yun Chan said yesterday?"
The two nodded at the same time, and Gongsun Liang continued: "Very good, the martial arts competition is over. Don't take anyone's life. The arena will be left to you."
After Gongsun Liang left, the two looked at each other with complicated eyes, including love, hate, and other emotions.
A few seconds later, Geng Junhua took the lead in breaking the silence.
"Leng Mufeng, there is something I want to ask you. Can you answer me truthfully?"
"You ask!"
"Have you ever loved me?"
This sentence put Leng Mufeng into a dilemma.
"Is it useful to say this now? Even if I loved you, so what? What can be changed?"
Geng Junhua raised his head: "If you love me, just get off the ring. I will keep this love in my heart."
"What? Get off the ring?"
Leng Mufeng's expression changed: "Xiaohua, I represent the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association. If I lose without a fight, will I be worthy of the president?"
"Don't tell me this, I don't want to hear it."
Geng Junhua waved his hand: "Who is Yuan Nanwu? At worst, you can come to the Yunfeng Martial Arts Association and I will protect you."
"are you joking?"
Leng Mufeng was speechless: "When I asked you to join the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association, you refused to listen."
"We must go to the Yunfeng Martial Arts Association. If you hadn't insisted, we wouldn't be where we are today."
"enough!"
Geng Junhua said angrily: "How dare you blame me? Who promised me that you would take care of me for the rest of your life?"
"But have you done it? You, a man who only knows how to talk, have what qualifications do you have to talk to me?"
Leng Mufeng was so angry that his liver trembled, and he laughed at himself: "Geng Junhua, it is easy to change the situation, but it is difficult to change the character."
"You won't change at all. You are still the same person. You are selfish and only think about yourself."
"When you met me, I was a member of the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Association. Just for a few hundred thousand, do you want me to be called a traitor?"
"Hey, don't talk about yourself being so great."
Geng Junhua looked dismissively: "Who do you think you are? A first-generation grandmaster? Or the leader of the Martial Alliance?"
"Isn't hundreds of thousands of dollars money? Why don't you take it if it's for free? People die for money, don't you understand?"
People with different paths cannot work together. Two people with different values cannot get together at all.
Leng Mufeng sighed: "You are right, and so am I."
"I can only say that the two of us are not suitable for each other. You have your choice, and I have mine."
"Hey! Are you two done? Are you going to fight or not?"
"That's right. There are so many people waiting. Why do we want to fly?"
Everyone in the audience became commotion.
Geng Junhua suddenly shouted: "Shut up, all of you. If anyone is not convinced, go to the ring and tell me."
This roar really worked, and the whole venue fell silent.
Over at the Yunfeng Martial Arts Association, Duan Chenzong smiled slightly: "This Geng Junhua still has such a hot temper."
"Shijie, who can win this duel?"
Dong Shijie squinted his eyes: "I bet Geng Junhua, she will definitely win."
"Oh? Are you so sure?"
Duan Chenzong asked with a smile.
"certainly!"
Dong Shijie crossed his arms: "If we talk about martial arts alone, Geng Junhua is no match for Leng Mufeng."
"But a woman like Geng Junhua will do whatever it takes to achieve her goal."
"She is Leng Mufeng's ex-fiancée. Based on this relationship alone, Leng Mufeng lost."
"Yeah! It makes sense."
Duan Chenzong nodded: "As long as Leng Mufeng still misses his old love, he will be at a disadvantage in this duel."
Over at the Zhenjiang Martial Arts Club, Yang Liuqing sighed.
"Hey! It's hard for a hero to pass the beauty test. It's too hard for Hall Master Leng."
"Beauty Pass?"
Yuan Yin pursed her lips: "I didn't see it, I can only say that our Hall Master Leng is more emotional."
On the ring, Geng Junhua had a straight face and sinister eyes.
"Leng Mufeng, let me ask you one last time, are you going to get down?"
"I'm sorry, I can't do it."
Leng Mufeng decisively refused.
"good!"
Geng Junhua gritted his teeth and nodded: "Since you are so ruthless and unjust, then don't blame me for being ruthless, just watch the knife!"
She rushed forward, forming a straight line in mid-air.
The two short knives alternated left and right, stabbing the opponent's neck straight.