It was soon afternoon. On the other side of the field, Cheng Zifeng had a friendly chat with the mentor who came to congratulate him. After all, all opponents abstained, and he had already obtained the qualification to enter the national trial. There are only four places in the entire Qingyuanzhou, and each place represents a genius, so no one would mind saying hello to the genius. Even if there is no connection in the future, it is harmless to be familiar with him.
Cheng Zifeng sent the mentor away with a proper attitude and sent out a lot of sword students. Only then did he have free time to see the format on the field.
Although Li Zhennan has a tendency to win the first place in the competition area, his talent and surname are not a threat at all. In another competition area, Leng Jian defeated his opponents one after another. Everyone who thought he was seriously injured and then regained his original strength might be very small, but after some people fought with him, they all paid the price for their contempt.
This made Cheng Zifeng's good mood shroud. Any opponent's strength is a threat to him. However, I didn't expect that Leng Jian was stronger than the previous few days. Although he was still no longer his opponent, it was not a good thing to be strong after all.
When Cheng Zifeng got the sword saint's eyeball and the broken sword, he immediately abandoned all his subordinates and all his supplies, and ran away almost like crazy. He found a hidden place to start to merge his eyeballs. In the end, he only brought a sword from a great swordsman level ghost swordsman, and barely obtained the qualification to enter the second round, so he did not know how Lu Ming and others absorbed the energy of the array eye and advanced wildly.
Cheng Zifeng turned his head to look at Lu Ming, rubbed his chin, and frowned. After thinking for so long, he still couldn't find the flaws of Lu Ming's sword. In this way, he was very likely to be unable to beat him, and he might lose more than half of his surname.
Cheng Zifeng shook his head gently. As long as there is a chance that he will fail, he should not take the risk. He looked up at the sunset and turned around to walk towards the residence where he lived.
Along the way, Cheng Zifeng felt that there seemed to be a pair of eyes behind him and a silent sword peeking at him. Although he had no idea about perception and exploration, it showed that there was no way to follow him, but he was restless and even sweat beads that had never appeared in the battle were revealed on his forehead at this moment.
After rushing back to the station very quickly, Cheng Zifeng directly opened the door and threw himself on the table and couldn't wait to drink a few big mouthfuls of cold water, but he couldn't calm his thoughts even a little bit. At this time, in late autumn, he felt as hot as midsummer, which made people feel heart-pounding.
The hunch is so strong!
Cheng Zifeng looked out the door, as if the indifferent young man had come with a wooden sword. He hurried into the inner room, packed his luggage, and then went out and ran directly to the street.
After running a few steps, he shook his whole body, as if he remembered something, and ran back. He picked up a pen and wrote a letter on the table, pressed it with a tea bowl, and then ran to the street again, stopped a carriage, and threw out a silver note. The owner of the carriage had a sharp light and shook the whip.
Chapter 4
"Hey? Have you heard of it? Cheng Zifeng left just now."
"Leave? Why did he leave?"
"Who knows, but I heard that he left in a hurry, and even his luggage was packed with some of the fineness and most of them were left in the room. However, he left a letter saying that he had something urgent to rush to the imperial city and would not delay the national competition."
"It seems that it must be an urgent matter so suddenly. It's a pity. It would be great if the first place in the four divisions could be played once, so that we can know who is the real number one genius of Qing Yuanzhou. Now that one has left, even if the game is played, the result will not be complete."
The sword students were not very talked about, but Lu Ming heard it clearly. After entering the realm of the Great Sword Master, Lu Ming's perception ability became stronger. If he used the sword scar, everything within a radius of 500 meters would be clearly seen by him. Now he suppressed the sword scar and closed the sword scar, but he did not hear any interference. As long as Lu Ming wanted to hear it, he would choose the one with the surname to hear it. Lu Ming had been secretly paying attention to information about this villain, which was the killer's instinct.
This villain was alert to his surname, which was not bad! Lu Ming frowned. Seeing that everyone else was paying attention to Leng Jian's last game, he did not make any statement and turned around and left quietly.
When he arrived on the street, Lu Ming directly spent a lot of money to buy a handsome horse, turned over and stepped onto the only way to the imperial capital.
No matter how genius this villain is, what is the future development, now he has seriously threatened the safety of his friends and brothers. He originally planned to give him a complete break after the second round of competition, as a way to help the brothers avenge them.
But he didn't expect that this villain was so meticulous. He had just used the sword technique he realized last night, and he realized a sense of crisis. He didn't even compete for the title of Qing Yuanzhou's first genius and started running.
Such a person must not be left with such a threat! Lu Ming's eyes flashed with determination, and when he put a little force under his feet, the horse ran faster.
The world is full of spiritual energy, and the speed and explosive power of horses are not comparable to that of the earth. However, Lu Ming’s biggest shortcoming now is that he doesn’t know how that villain is rushing, whether he is riding a horse or riding a car?
Lu Ming had no idea and had no extra time to inquire. He could only chase after him with all his might and do his best to chase him.
The sky gradually darkened, and the stars gradually filled the sky, outlining beautiful images.
Cheng Zifeng, sitting in the carriage, tried to put himself comfortably on the backrest. At this time, the carriage had been running for nearly two hours, and Fenghuacheng had been left behind far behind, but he did not relax at all. The sturdy carriage could not add to his sense of security.
But I'm gone, right? Cheng Zifeng showed a smug smile and lay down again to make himself feel more comfortable. In the past, he was just a follower, but as his strength improved, he could achieve almost anything he wanted. Even a strong man in the Master Sword Saint realm, saw him, immediately accepted him as his apprentice.
Strength! Cheng Zifeng touched the steel sword beside him. Everything in the past kept popping up like an alternating picture. The more he got, the less he wanted to lose it. He could not imagine how he would live if he returned to his past days.
A slight wind blew outside the car. Cheng Zifeng grabbed his sword and opened the curtain and looked out. A cold air rushed in directly, making his brain clear. At this moment, the night sky had completely dominated, and the dark clouds changed shapes from time to time. A hazy crescent moon barely revealed a little light, forming a beautiful halo on the outside.
It seems that the weather is about to change. Cheng Zifeng frowned. It is not a good thing to spend the night in the late autumn rain. He was humble and could bear the hardship of a trial land, but now when he can enjoy it, he will try his best to enjoy it.
"Carrier, hurry up the carriage. If I am satisfied, the price will increase by 10% to you." He shrank back and shouted immediately.
"Okay, young master, you have to sit firmly." The coachman responded, and then the sound of a horse whip sounded. The carriage shook and then ran wildly with some bumps.
Cheng Zifeng nodded slightly satisfied, and a smug smile appeared on his face. Fenghuacheng, goodbye, hum! Lu Ming, when you see me next time, I will definitely be in the realm of a swordsman. At that time, during the national competition, I have time to ruin you. Hahaha, I will not kill you. I will let you ruin you to the end, and then watch me rise to the top...
Suddenly, a deep and unforgettable cold suddenly enveloped Cheng Zifeng's heart, and his whole body was frozen in an instant. What's going on?
His brain had just instinctively flashed with surprise, and a sword passed through the curtains of the carriage and stabbed in silently.
"Oh!" Cheng Zifeng screamed like a sudden death moment, and at the same time his body flipped violently. With a click, his instant explosive force directly broke through the carriage, and his body turned out of the carriage, and then he flipped several times in the air in a row, and in an instant, it was dozens of meters away from the carriage!
Cheng Zifeng stood still, and through the broken carriage hole, he saw a sword slowly retracting. Under the hazy moonlight, he could see a ray of redness on it.
Hiss! Cheng Zifeng took a strong breath of air conditioning, and a wound pulled out from his ribs was flowing out of blood. Although the injury was not deep, it made his scalp numb.
Who is this? Who can hurt me, Cheng Zifeng?
Cheng Zifeng, who could not remember the last time he was injured, was extremely surprised and the carriage that was accelerating quickly left.
Although the carriage owner was heartbroken by the damage to the carriage, he didn't care about anything when he saw this situation. He just whipped the whip and ran away. It was faster than when Cheng Zifeng gave him extra money, thus revealing a not-so-strong figure on the other side of the car, holding a wooden sword in his hand.
The moonlight was still hazy, but Cheng Zifeng recognized this figure at a glance, and it was Lu Ming!
How could it be him? It doesn't make sense! Cheng Zifeng was stunned for a moment. He walked so fast, and even if the swordsmen saw it, when it reached his ears, he would not be able to catch up at all! Why did it appear now?
Fortunately! Cheng Zifeng couldn't help but feel glad. If this kid's sword realm was not the peak of the great swordsman, if he hadn't taken a wooden sword, he might have been cut open in the waist now.
Lu Ming looked at the wound on Cheng Zifeng indifferently. When the wooden sword passed through the car window, it was indeed more obstacles than the steel sword. However, this is exactly what he needs to pay attention to and improve now. (To be continued.)