After listening to Jiang Muyang's words, Bingfeng frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, and then slowly spoke, with a cold and indifferent tone: "I'm not interested in what you said about Wen Dou, what I want to do is take your life
, nothing more.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a glint of cold light flashed in Bingfeng's eyes, and a hint of chill spread out from his body.
Frost quickly formed on the floor under her feet and spread around.
The temperature in the restaurant has dropped a lot.
The guests at the table next to me couldn't help but shudder and muttered to themselves, how could they suddenly feel cold in this summer?
But Mengmeng didn't feel anything at all. Dad's warm embrace was like a haven, blocking out all the coldness.
Jiang Muyang's expression did not change. He seemed not to take Bingfeng's threat into consideration at all. He even leaned back in a relaxed posture, crossed his legs, and said lightly: "There is no conflict of interest between you and me.
There is no deep grudge, there is really no need to fight you to the death."
"Choose Wen Dou to give me face and give yourself a chance."
"If I lose, I will let you take my life. I will not resist. If you lose, I will not kill you, but you need to stay with me for three months to protect my family. After three months, you can go on your own."
Leave."
After saying that, Jiang Muyang leaned forward slightly, assuming an extremely oppressive posture, looked at Bingfeng opposite, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked slowly: "How?"
Bingfeng instinctively wanted to refuse, but for some reason, the words of refusal came to her lips, but she couldn't say them out no matter what.
Although Jiang Muyang's tone was calm and there were no unnecessary movements, his whole person exuded an extremely powerful aura. The extremely domineering words revealed in his words made him control the rhythm instantly.
"……good."
Bingfeng nodded like a ghost.
As soon as she finished speaking, she came back to her senses, and what followed was a feeling similar to embarrassment and anger.
"What do you want..."
Bingfeng frowned, glared at Jiang Muyang, and wanted to question.
As a result, the latter raised his hand and snapped his fingers, interrupting her: "Waiter, please give us a glass of water."
"Okay, please wait a moment."
Soon, the waiter brought a glass of water in a transparent white glass.
Jiang Muyang raised his chin and said, "As you can see, this is an ordinary cup of pure water, and the water temperature should be less than thirty degrees."
"Stop talking nonsense, what on earth are you going to do!?" Bingfeng asked with a frown.
"It seems to me that you are practicing some kind of ice attribute technique." Jiang Muyang smiled slightly and said: "The content of the literary fight is very simple. It's just a glass of water, and you and I use our true energy to activate it at the same time. If you can condense the water
Ice, you win. If I can make the water boil, I win. Of course, the water glass cannot be broken. How about that?"
Bingfeng thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
In this way, I am quite interested.
Of course, what's more important is that Bingfeng has confidence in himself.
What she practices is the sect-suppressing technique passed down by Bingpo Xuanzong for thousands of years - "Thousand Illusions Ice Heart Technique". It is a seventh-level martial arts technique that is extremely profound and domineering. By practicing this technique, you can completely condense water into ice.
, turn ice into sword!
Although Qianhuan Ice Heart Art is powerful, its cultivation is very difficult and its cultivation conditions are very harsh. Not only does it place high demands on the practitioner's physique, but it also requires practicing in an icy and snowy environment in order to practice better.
That's why Bingpo Xuanzong chose to see that the sect was established on the top of a snow mountain, and that the majority of its disciples were women.
Bingfeng is the elder of Bingso Xuanzong. She has practiced Qianhuan Bingxin Jue to the fifth level. Not to mention such a mere glass of water, even the water in a swimming pool can turn into solid ice in an instant!
In this so-called literary fight, Bingfeng is sure to win.
"Daddy, do you want to compete?" Mengmeng raised her little head and asked with a sweet voice.
Jiang Muyang laughed and said: "Well... you can also say that dad and that aunt are going to compete."
"Well... then let Mengmeng call the start!"
Mengmeng was immediately eager to try.
"good."
Jiang Muyang nodded, then looked at Bingfeng.
The latter did not object.
Then, Mengmeng raised her white and tender hands and started counting: "One! Two! Three! Start!"
The clear voice fell, Jiang Muyang and Bingfeng took action at the same time!
Bingfeng flipped his right hand, pushed it out horizontally, and pressed it against the water glass. A trace of cold air came out through the palm of his hand.
Jiang Muyang, on the other hand, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and gently touched the outer wall of the water cup, and the hot Qi surged out.
The two people's qi used the water in the cup as the battlefield and started fighting.
Originally, Bingfeng was very confident in herself. After all, her realm was two levels higher than Jiang Muyang's, and the Qianhuan Bingxin Jue she practiced was as high as level seven, which is one of the most advanced techniques in today's martial arts world.
At least Bingfeng has never heard of existing martial arts that exceed the seventh level.
Regardless of cultivation or technique, Bingfeng believed that he had the upper hand.
However, after the competition began, she realized that the situation was far from as optimistic as she thought.
Jiang Muyang's true energy is like a vast ocean, turbulent, vast, endless, and extremely domineering!
From the very beginning, Bingfeng felt that her true energy was being suppressed.
She frowned and sped up the Qian Huan Bing Xin Jue.
The true energy continuously gushes out and rushes towards the water cup.
However, the results were little.
The temperature of the water in the cup is constantly rising, and visually it has exceeded 40 degrees.
"Daddy! Come on! Daddy! Come on!"
Mengmeng clapped her little hands and shouted to Daddy to cheer up.
Jiang Muyang held Mengmeng with one arm and lit the water glass with his right hand, seeming quite relaxed.
Time passes minute by minute.
The water temperature is still rising, and you can even clearly see steam rising.
Bingfeng's forehead was already covered in sweat, and she was acting with all her strength without any reservation at this moment.
Qian Huan Bing Xin Jue is running wildly.
But in the face of Jiang Muyang's true energy, there was never any room to fight back.
The water temperature continues to increase.
The corners of Jiang Muyang's mouth slowly raised, revealing a smile.
In fact, the outcome of this literary battle has already been decided before it even begins.
You must know that Jiang Muyang has a perfect foundation, and the size of his Dantian is far larger than that of other warriors, and one consequence of this is that his true energy reserves are extremely huge!
In addition, he practiced the Xuantian Creation Technique that even he could not see through. This extremely mysterious technique made Jiang Muyang's Qi quality far beyond that of ordinary warriors.
With the dual advantages of reserves and quality, it’s hard to lose!
As time went by, the water temperature gradually increased and soon began to churn.
A few seconds later.
"Grrrrrrrr!"
The water was boiling completely, steaming, and churning continuously.
Jiang Muyang smiled calmly, put away his hand, looked at Bingfeng and said, "You lose."
Bingfeng let out a long sigh and slowly stopped his hand: "Yes, I lost."
His shoulders slumped, as if all the strength in his body had been lost at this moment.
At this moment, her heart was extremely complicated.
This is not only Bingfeng’s personal failure, but also Bingpo Xuanzong’s failure!
Jiang Muyang said: "According to the agreement, starting from today, you will stay with me for the next three months. But don't worry, I won't let you do anything that goes against your own moral principles. You only need to protect one person secretly."
That’s it.”
Bingfeng nodded slowly: "Okay."
Seeing this, Jiang Muyang's smile deepened.
He could naturally see that Bingfeng was not making excuses, she was sincerely keeping her promise.
This is the bodyguard Jiang Muyang found for Bai Churan.
Bodyguard of late congenital stage!
With such a strong person secretly protecting him, there is no need to worry about Bai Churan's safety.
Although Bingfeng lost to Jiang Muyang, this does not mean that she is not strong enough. It can only be said that Jiang Muyang is too evil.
In fact, Bingfeng's strength is still very strong. Jiang Muyang can feel this from the fight just now.
She should come from a famous family!
Thinking of this, Jiang Muyang asked Bingfeng's identity.
In this regard, Bingfeng did not hide anything, so she told her identity and why she came here.