After presenting the birthday gift, everyone moved to the inner hall, and after enjoying the sumptuous lunch, the banquet fight began.
The banquet fight is a part of every year, used to vent some grievances during the year, and it is also a display of the strength of each government.
The group of people came to the backyard of the prison house. It was very spacious, with many auditoriums lined up around it, and in the middle was a huge round platform used for competitions.
"In the birthday banquet fight, the discussion must be done to the last minute, and the harmony must not be harmed." The prison officer stood on a high place and shouted to everyone. After speaking, he added: "Due to the 'decline' of the Tang Palace, I will know the new Eight Palaces."
I will arrange for you to come and discuss the selection on a day."
Everyone understands that today is not only an ordinary martial arts competition, but also an opportunity for the New Eight Prefectures to show their strength.
"Let's start the discussion," the prison officer said and sat down.
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and no one dared to be the first to speak out. Many people focused their attention on a few young people.
"It seems like no one has dared to challenge Cheng Zhishu for two consecutive years,"
"I wonder if anyone will challenge Cheng Zhishu this year..."
"Who dares to challenge that monster? Not long ago, he was attacked and injured by a sneak attack, but his strength actually advanced instead of retreating."
Everyone nodded in agreement, their faces full of awe.
"I heard that Yan Jingjing and Tang Yuan have also improved rapidly in strength. I'm afraid it will be lively this year."
"It's a pity that Tang Yuan didn't come, and the remaining Miss Yan doesn't seem to have any intention of competing for fame."
Just as everyone was talking, a man with a large painted face mask stood up, wearing a white costume and holding a silver sword in his hand.
"Luo Yutang from Qingxuan Pavilion is here to ask for advice. Ma Qiufeng of Ma Mansion, please give me some advice." The man stared straight at Ma Qiufeng, who was sitting in the auditorium and looking around with a bored expression.
A young girl with a face full of nymphomaniacs in the crowd shouted excitedly: "You're a handsome boy from Qingxuan Pavilion. I've seen his opera, and it's really good."
A person next to the woman who looked like her friend said with some disdain: "What is an opera singer doing here? He is so brazen that he wants to challenge Ma Qiufeng."
The woman came back to her senses and secretly felt that the man's words made sense. She couldn't figure out why for a moment and looked at Luo Yutang who was standing on the stage with some worry.
"Ma Qiufeng, please enlighten me." Luo Yutang shouted again.
An elder next to Ma Qiufeng pushed him and whispered a few words to him. Ma Qiufeng stood up helplessly and walked towards the stage with an uninterested look on his face.
After arriving on the stage, Ma Qiufeng saw clearly the appearance of the man standing in front of him, and the expression on his face was indescribably weird.
"I saw you changing clothes by accident..." Ma Qiufeng's eyes kept dodging as he spoke, not daring to look at Luo Yutang.
"Shut up." Luo Yutang's face was startled, and he interrupted the second half of Ma Qiufeng's words. A trace of blush appeared on his fair face under the mask, and he stabbed Ma Qiufeng with his sword.
"Seven Soul Realm," Lu Feng was shocked. An actor actually had such a high level of cultivation?
When Lu Feng saw the silver sword in Luo Yutang's hand, there was a hint of enthusiasm in his eyes. In the past, he was obsessed with swordsmanship, had a very deep understanding of sword skills, and also had a special affection for swords.
Lu Feng was good at using a soft sword. The sword was as light as boneless and the sword was as fast as lightning. However, Luo Yutang was holding a hard sword in his hand at the moment, a hard sword with a very exquisite shape.
If he only looked at the sword without seeing the person, Lu Feng would definitely think that the owner of the sword was a delicate woman, because this hard sword was too delicate and decorated with many patterns.
It was such a delicate sword, but in Luo Yutang's hands, he launched a fierce offensive. He did not hesitate in his attacks, specializing in the areas where Ma Qiufeng's defenses were lacking.
"As for attacking someone's vital points? Do you really want to kill me?" Ma Qiufeng sidestepped Luo Yutang's fierce attack and moved to an open space on the stage, shouting helplessly.
Luo Yutang still underestimated Ma Qiufeng's strength. Seeing him easily dodge the sword attack, he knew that he would not be able to hurt him today, but looking at Ma Qiufeng's appearance, he was furious and resentful.
Accused: "Please take it seriously, blindly dodging is nothing."
As he spoke, the sword flipped over, his moves suddenly changed, and he used the "Ethereal Silver Blade" move.
Ma Qiufeng began to become serious. Seeing Luo Yutang's rapid changes and exquisite moves, he felt a faint sense of threat.
"Ding," the sound of weapons clashing came.
A pair of iron claw-shaped gloves suddenly appeared on Ma Qiufeng's right hand. He successfully blocked Luo Yutang's ethereal sword and held her long sword in his hand.
"Let go" Luo Yutang tried her best to pull the sword away, but she found that there was a huge force coming from the tip of the sword, making it difficult for her to move at all.
"Miss Luo, please listen to me explain..." Ma Qiufeng shouted awkwardly.
"What else are you explaining?" Luo Yutang's nose straightened up, feeling a little annoyed and a little embarrassed at the same time. Fortunately, he abandoned the sword when he saw that he couldn't pull it away.
Luo Yutang pulled the sword back hard, causing Ma Qiufeng to bear force on the sword body. Then he quickly let go and detoured behind Ma Qiufeng. However, Ma Qiufeng fell a step due to the sudden loss of balance.
Luo Yutang was overjoyed. She caught Ma Qiufeng's gap and hit Ma Qiufeng on the back with a palm. What she didn't expect was that she subconsciously held back a few seconds after the palm fell.
Strength.
Ma Qiufeng quickly regained his footing after falling. After all, there was a big gap in strength between the two. Ma Qiufeng's reaction could be said to be very sensitive. When he felt the palm wind coming from his back, he
A series of reactions were made.
First, he threw out the sharp claws on his hand and stabbed it on the wooden stake in the distance. Then he turned ninety degrees in the air, clasped Luo Yutang's wrist with his palm, and removed the power of her palm.
Due to the force of her palm hitting the air, Luo Yutang's figure was somewhat difficult to control and she fell forward. In addition, Ma Qiufeng grabbed her wrist, causing her to fall into Ma Qiufeng's arms.
Ma Qiufeng smelled the long and elegant fragrance of Luo Yutang, and was a little distracted for a moment. This was the first time he smelled such an elegant virgin fragrance like Luo Yutang's body.
"My skills are not as good as others, I can't kill you," Luo Yutang pushed Ma Qiufeng away, looking very frustrated. He reached out to pick up the silver sword beside him, and wiped it towards his throat with his hand.
"No!" Ma Qiufeng shouted. His strength in the Soul Gathering Realm suddenly exploded. He stretched out his hand to grab the sword blade quickly. There was no time to take any precautions in the flash of light and flint, and he blocked the sword blade with his bare hands.
Blood flowed from Ma Qiufeng's palm and dripped down the sword body, dyeing the silver sword red.
Ma Qiufeng's eyes were filled with emotion. As the son of Ma Mansion, he had never seen anything before, but this was the first time he saw such a woman who would commit suicide after just one look at her body.
Luo Yutang's expression was a little complicated. He looked at Ma Qiufeng holding the blade with his bare hands. For a moment, he couldn't understand the man in front of him, but he felt that he seemed to have changed a little and became more pleasing to the eye.
Luo Yutang threw down his sword and jumped down the stage. His tied hair loosened in mid-air, and a piece of brocade handkerchief floated in the wind to Ma Qiufeng's hand for bandaging.
"Look, Luo Yutang is actually a girl!" The crowd screamed.
Ma Qiufeng held the brocade handkerchief in his hand and looked at Luo Yutang who had gone far away. He suddenly realized that the figure had occupied his heart and he was afraid that he would never be able to get rid of it. Smelling the elegant smell coming from the brocade handkerchief, he
For the first time, I had the thought of regret.
Ma Qiufeng returned to the stands without a trace, casually wrapped the injury on his right palm, and then held the brocade handkerchief without saying a word.
In today's battle, although Ma Qiufeng did not show much strength, his sudden burst of speed had obviously reached the level of the Spirit Gathering Realm, giving everyone a new understanding of him.
The banquet was originally used to deal with some unjust matters during the year. Everyone saw Luo Yutang leaving and didn't think much about it. They just thought that Ma Qiufeng had offended her unintentionally.
The banquet continues.
As Ma Qiufeng started the first battle, many people were already ready to take action, with resentful looks in their eyes. It was obvious that there were many people present who had hatred for each other or against the mansion.
Two people stood out from the crowd and walked forward at the same time. They spotted each other at the same time and smiled at each other.
One of them sat back down, deliberately showing some humility.
The man who sat back down, Lu Feng and Jiang Ruoyun, both knew him. It was Jiang Feng, but they didn't expect that he was so eager to come forward and humiliate Jiang Ruoyun.
The person who received the courtesy was Qu Huai, the young master of Qu Mansion. He was also the person who was in danger with Qu Qianli in the mountains and the miasma entered his body.
At this moment, Qu Huai seems to have not fully recovered from the miasma injury. He looks a little hunched over and his legs and feet are not very agile.
"Isn't Qufu good at formations? Is Qu Huai preparing to step down and fight with others?" Everyone present had such a doubt in their minds.
Lu Feng also couldn't figure it out. Qu Huai obviously practiced the formation path, and it would be very disadvantageous for him to fight head-on.
"Qu Huai is in the next Qu Mansion. I hope to compete with Cheng Zhishu." Qu Huai coughed twice and said to Cheng Zhishu, who was high up in the crowd and surrounded by all the beauties.
"Plop!" Before Cheng Zhishu could react, one of the women beside him laughed first, looking at Qu Huai on the stage with a mocking look on his face.
"Is he looking for death? A practitioner of formations is so bold that he wants to challenge our intellectuals." Another woman said with a smile.
During the banquet, few people refused to fight. A trace of disdain flashed across Cheng Zhishu's face, and the corner of his mouth raised a confident arc. He looked ahead and said with a sigh: "I haven't done anything in many days. Those people seem to think I am weak."
After saying that, he stood up and jumped directly to the fighting platform. Looking at the thin Qu Huai in front of him, he shouted: "Do you think you can hurt me if you reach the spirit gathering realm?"
Qu Huai was a little angry when he heard this and glanced at a woman in the audience, but found that the woman's eyes were completely focused on Cheng Zhishu and did not stop on him at all.
Qu Huai was even more angry, with a bit of resentment in his eyes, he cupped his hands and shouted: "Please enlighten me."