Chapter 1947, Su Chen is the Seventh Son of Beiyou!
As Lu Feng approached, everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on Yang Jie;
Just when everyone was curious about what Lu Feng wanted to do, they saw Lu Feng kneeling down towards Yang Jie and kowtowing his head solemnly.
"Teacher~I'm back~"
Lu Feng's voice was choked with sobs. He clearly had thousands of words in his heart, but when it came to his lips, he only had the word "come back."
There was a heavy look of shame on his face, feeling that it was too late to come back. If it had been earlier, Mr. Yang wouldn't have to be bothered by Qin Daojun's thorns.
"Good boy~" Yang Jie quickly leaned down to lift Lu Feng up, her wrinkled hands tightly holding Lu Feng's arms, her wet red eyes filled with a kind smile, "It's better to be alive than anything else."
At the same time, I finally understood why Shu Lao had always been so mysterious when he came back a while ago, and said that there would be a big surprise for her soon. When asked, he just smiled and kept silent, but it was such a surprise.
It is really bigger than the sky and surpasses everything in the world.
When Lu Feng heard the word 'alive', he was even more convinced that his identity had been recognized by Yang Jie. His eyes suddenly became moist, and the crystals shone in them.
Chen Chuanling was also shocked by the word 'alive', with disbelief written all over her face. Her whole body seemed to stiffen at this moment, and she muttered absentmindedly: "Could he be..."
She seemed to be able to think of only one figure who could be associated with the word alive, who was good at practicing swordsmanship and was an old disciple of Yang.
It's just... is it really possible for a person who self-destructs his seven souls to still be alive?
Chen Chuanling was a little unbelievable.
Seeing Lu Feng getting close to Yang Jie, Che Peiyan couldn't help but get angry and scolded: "Yang Jie, are you receiving some benefits from this kid and trying to protect him?"
Yang Jie's face darkened.
"Shut up!" The tenderness in Lu Feng's eyes instantly disappeared, and he glared at Che Peiyan with anger and frost, "Mr. Yang is my mentor, if I hear even a single word to insult her again, your sword will be
This is your fate!"
Che Peiyi's face darkened, and when he mentioned Mo Long Yaxia, his expression became even more irritated, and he angrily said: "In the 35th year of Gengzi, Yang Jie only formally taught a few prisoners, but you said
Who are you? If you want to pretend to be someone, you don’t think twice about it. If you are looking for someone who can easily get away with it, you have to choose her as a special case!"
Lu Feng laughed coldly, and finally stopped hiding anything and said word by word: "Beiyou's seventh son, the third in line, Su Chen is the one!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the whole place, and then the whole hall was in an uproar.
Countless prisoners cheered loudly, their eyes clearly filled with enthusiasm that was not seen before.
When Chen Chuanling heard the word "Su Chen", her breathing slowed down even more. She frantically stroked the ends of her hair, which was clearly very neat, and her heart was beating so hard that she couldn't bear the pressure.
Ling Lanxiu's eyes widened, as if she had seen a ghost in disbelief. She came to Beiyou Prison and joined Yang Jie's group. The main reason was that the latter taught people like Beiyou Seventh Son, so she came here because of their reputation, and Beiyou Seventh Son
The most eye-catching Su Chen is the one she has always admired and admired in her heart;
Originally, she had always regretted that Su Chen died young. It was a pity that she could not get to know such an outstanding talent.
But he never thought that the cheap master he got entangled with today was actually the person he had always admired in his heart.
Ling Lanxiu really didn't know how to describe the surprise and excitement at this moment.
Qin Daojun had already sneaked away from the field at this time. When he heard the name of Su Chen, the seventh son of Beiyou, he froze in place. He stared at Fu Huoying in surprise and asked silently.
Fu Huoying was confused, her face was full of embarrassment, and she looked very panicked. Such a reversal would have been beyond her imagination even if she was beaten to death.
Qin Daojun tightened the sword in his hand hesitantly. Although he disliked and hated Yang Jie ten thousand times, he had to admit one thing. The seven sons of Beiyou who she and Shu Laoyi taught were indeed outstanding.
Let people only respect and look up to you;
Even though his strength has improved now, he still has no confidence at all to compare with those seven people.
He even used those seven people as examples in his heart to inspire his own practice.
Now I never thought that the person I was provoking and trying to humiliate and teach would be one of the Seven Sons of Beiyou.
Qin Daojun felt indescribable bitterness in his heart. He felt as if God was joking with him. It was too dramatic.
The two uncles and nephews, Che Huirong and Che Peiyan, were shocked for a moment at first, a little surprised by Lu Feng's identity.
But then, Che Huirong was the first to sneer and said with sarcasm: "You guys are really despicable. It's not good to pretend to be anyone, but Su Chen, the Seventh Son of Beiyou. Who doesn't know that Su Chen had already done it three or four years ago?"
He is dead, and you are using the identity of a dead person to make an issue because you think it will be easy for others to expose you, right?"
Che Peiyi came to his senses and said with a sly smile: "If you are really the Seventh Son of Beiyou, why has no one recognized you all the way up to now? Let alone the distance, just take the mentor Chen Chuanling next to you.
You are one of the Seventh Son of Beiyou, and you have had a lot of contact with Su Chen during this period, why can't she even recognize you?"
Lu Feng responded casually: "She didn't recognize me, it's just because my appearance has changed in the past few years."
"Oh?" Che Peiyi smiled even more cunningly, "Did the appearance really change, or is it just a fake?"
The noisy and adoring cheers from the onlookers around the field were quietly drowned out, and everyone began to question Lu Feng's identity.
Yang Jie stood up with a calm face and defended: "He is Su Chen. Although I am very old, the disciples I have taught will not mistake him!"
If Lu Feng only knew her Ci Yun Sword Technique, she couldn't be sure, but she saw that Lu Feng not only knew her Ci Yun Sword Technique, but also Liu Ying Sword Technique, and even used the Buddha's Wrath taught by Shu Lao.
A sword...
When the three are combined, the identity is ready to be revealed.
Although she found it incredible, if the only answer was this one, she had to believe that Su Chen was really still alive!
Che Huirong heard Yang Jie's words and said sarcastically: "What you said doesn't count. You have to recognize why you didn't admit it at the beginning, and make it clear that you guys reached some kind of conspiracy agreement afterwards and took the benefits to protect this kid.
Recognize his unwarranted identity."
"If you dare to talk nonsense again, believe it or not, I will make it impossible for you to speak again in your life!" Lu Feng's eyes were cold and cold, staring at Che Peiyan, "Moreover, when will it be my turn whether I am or I am not?
It’s up to you to take care of it!”
Ling Lanxiu immediately yelled: "That is to say, when a prisoner who has returned from graduation comes to visit his mentor, the mentor does not question his identity, but you, an outsider, point your fingers, do you still want to show your face?"
Che Peiyan glared at Ling Lanxiu angrily and said with an unabashed threat: "Don't forget your identity. Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?"
Lu Feng defended: "Why, you are so powerful that you don't even want to talk to anyone? How come the Northern Ghost Prison has become such a trend now?"
There were noisy criticisms from all around.
Che Peiyan's face darkened, and he secretly felt that he could not let this momentum go on, and shouted: "Don't say that I won't give you a chance, prove your identity within a stick of incense, if not, don't blame me for treating you as a demon."
Disobedience will be punished according to prison regulations."
Although Lu Feng had just fallen into the trap and received a sword blow, in his opinion, it was just because he was careless and underestimated the enemy. If he really wanted to take action, Lu Feng would definitely not be his opponent. After all, there was such a gap in cultivation.
Che Huirong believed that Lu Feng was a fake, and thought he would take this opportunity to make him look embarrassed, so he immediately said jokingly: "Don't you claim to be that Su Chen? That's just right, Su Chen comes from the Qinghe Sect in the Snowy Land, and wants to come to the Qinghe Sect.
You haven't learned those methods before, right? Let's show your hands and see?"
Lu Feng's eyes turned cold, thinking of the unfinished fight and Che Huirong's secret plan, he snorted coldly: "If you want to see it, then I will comply with your wish."
As he spoke, his figure flashed out, and his figure shot out like a flying giant. With just one step, he relied on the strength of his waist to slide closer, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Che Huirong.
Everyone looked at it from a distance, and they felt that Lu Feng's figure was indescribably free and elegant, as if what he stepped on was not the ground, but smooth and traceless like ice and snow, so gentle that even his clothes could not touch it.
To half a minute.
"This is... Qinghebu!?"
Qin Daojun made a sound in surprise.
Che Peiyan's expression changed.
Che Huirong could not help but feel a flash of panic. He quickly raised his spirits and took precautions, and swatted Lu Feng preemptively.
However, he saw that Lu Feng did not dodge or evade, and brushed his palms upward in an extremely gentle manner, as if she were a plain girl wrapping her gauze, gently facing his palms.
As he approached, Lu Feng suddenly raised the blade of his left hand and stabbed Che Huirong's wrist, which was slapped with a palm. His right hand stabbed Che Huirong's shoulder and neck horizontally like a snake coiling around him;
Both hands move simultaneously, a two-pronged approach, and the timing is controlled extremely delicately.
Faced with this dual attack of attack and defense, Che Huirong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He no longer cared about attacking Lu Feng, and quickly withdrew his palm, taking precautions to prevent his wrist from being amputated by Lu Feng's stab.
Yang Jie looked at it from a distance, with brilliant eyes, and subconsciously blurted out: "Follow the trend and trace the source!"
The next moment, Lu Feng's hand reached out, and with the force of Che Huirong's retreating force, he suddenly stabbed the latter's shoulder and neck, directly drilling a bloody hole three fingers wide.
Because Ling Lanxiu admired Su Chen, she had some understanding of his practice. When she was in Jian Mansion, she even asked someone to imitate it. She recognized this palm technique at a glance and shouted in surprise: "It's Lian
Hua Sword Palm! The master is using the Lotus Sword Palm, the secret skill of Fairy Qionghua of the Qinghe Sect, the Lotus Sword Palm!"
He was shouting in surprise, but the moment the word 'master' came out of his mouth, he felt ashamed for no reason;
It turned out that she was relying on her good status and background, thinking that Lu Feng would be somewhat honored to get involved with someone she recognized as her master. As long as she took the initiative, the other party would not refuse;
But after learning Lu Feng's true identity, he couldn't help but feel timid and worried. Regardless of her title as the Seventh Son of Beiyou or her background as the former chief disciple of the Qinghe Sect, she would not let the little princess of the Jianfu who was a concubine go too far.
in the eyes.
As if sensing Ling Lanxiu's thoughts, Yang Jie smiled and patted the latter's hand, and further said: "To be precise, it is the high-five palm gesture in the Lotus Sword Palm's 'left and right bows, with two lotuses at the base'."
Ling Lanxiu nodded excitedly in agreement, and shouted loudly at Che Hui: "How about it, now you believe in my master's identity! It's the Qinghe Steps, and it's Fairy Qionghua's Lotus Sword Palm, these are all from the Qinghe Sect.
Unique appearance, if his identity is fake, how can he learn this."
Che Huirong had a sullen face, one hand pressed the wound on his shoulder, and the other hand dropped straight down to hide in his cuffs. He glared at Lu Feng with sinister eyes. After being so humiliated and humiliated, he could no longer think too much. He only wanted to let him go.
Lu Feng is good-looking, but he has completely lost his usual calmness.
Roared: "But it's not over yet!"
The hand hidden in the cuff suddenly waved, and a ball of poisonous sand was thrown towards Lu Feng.
"Ha~" Lu Feng smiled coldly. He didn't take such a sneak attack to heart at all. He just waved the hem of his clothes, wrapped it up, and lifted it up. It took less than half a breath to resolve it easily.
Che Huirong's offensive;
Not only that, the poisonous sand that was bound by his clothes was poured towards Che Huirong.
He was already thinking about teaching Che Huiru a lesson with the palm skills of a senior fellow from the Qinghe Sect, but when he suddenly saw such a gangster's dirty tricks, he came up with the idea almost without thinking.
In this field, his seventh senior brother Ruiye's wind-splitting skills can be ranked second, but no one dares to be ranked first.
Trying to sneak up on him by throwing sand is simply a joke.
"Well done, Master!" Ling Lanxiu was startled and her palms were filled with sweat. The scene of Che Hui's despicable sneak attack just now frightened her so much that her heart was trembling, and she simply didn't succeed.
Seeing Lu Feng's calm and unhurried performance, Yang Jie's face was filled with a kind smile. Anyone with a discerning eye could feel her relief and pride at this moment.
Accompanied by a wailing cry, Che Huirong lay on the ground in pain, covering his face and struggling in pain.
Arsenopyrite has terrible corrosive effects. Even if he survives this time, his appearance may never be restored to its former self.
Understanding this, Che Huirong endured the pain and roared angrily: "Second uncle, kill him, kill him for me!"
The majestic aura at the fourth breath level of Che Pei's Rentian Soul Realm suddenly surged, rushing straight towards Lu Fengqi.
Yang Jie quickly stood up and shouted: "Che Peiyi! You dare to touch him! I'm just old, but I'm not dead yet!"
Che Peiyi froze, a little intimidated by Yang Jie's momentum at this moment. Yang Jie, who was originally mediocre and kind in his eyes, felt like a sword that had been buried in the ground for many years suddenly came out of its sheath and dared to have sex.
It's like punching a hole in the sky.
His intuition told him that if he dared to take action, under the strength of that crazy woman Yang Jie, she would really dare to fight with him at all costs, or even die together.
During the stalemate.
Lu Feng walked out slowly and smiled softly: "Mr. Yang, you still think that I am the kid back then~"
At the end of his words, a look of seriousness appeared on his face, and he solemnly said: "From now on, I will protect you."
"Relax, for an old man like him who hasn't fought for a long time is still far from being able to hurt me."
As he spoke, a powerful aura of true strength was secretly conveyed to Yang Jie.
Based on Yang Jie's performance, Lu Feng understood that Shu Laoding did not fully inform the other party of his current status and true strength. He was probably thinking of bringing this different kind of surprise by himself when he came.