If Luo Tianhao had just tried his best to win over the genius Lu Changfeng.
Now, Luo Tianhao wants to hug Lu Changfeng tightly, the ungrown tree in the sky.
The terrifying talent Lu Changfeng showed, and the scene Lu Changfeng just showed...
This made Luo Tianhao unconditionally and firmly stand on Lu Changfeng's side.
Sikong Tuxiong is a majestic man who looks about fifty years old and has serious facial features.
His actual age is seventy or eighty years old.
Sikong Tuxiong glanced at Lu Changfeng with a complicated expression.
He also saw the changes in Lu Changfeng's body when he faced the energy of Sikong Jue's bloodline.
This guy is not a person with no family or sect at all!
There is a famous teacher’s guidance behind this article!
No wonder, how could such a talented disciple not be coveted by others!
Being able to hide the sword technique in his disciple's body to form a mark, Sikong Tuxiong couldn't imagine how he could do this!
The strength of the person behind this guy is extremely terrifying! Don’t offend!
Maybe he is a hidden old monster on a certain heavenly list.
Sikong Tuxiong thought about it for a moment, and then he bowed his hand to Lu Changfeng, a warrior in the Blood Forging Realm: "Since Elder Lu wants to continue the unfinished battle with Sikong Jue, I will naturally have to grant it."
"One month, one month later, Sikong Jue must return to Sikong's home."
"In addition, during this period of time, I will send the elders of the clan to accompany Sikong Jue to prevent my nephew from doing anything that goes against the interests of the family."
Lu Changfeng also knew that what he could do was already his limit.
If it continues, it may be counterproductive. The mark on his forehead, Lu Changfeng estimates that the energy will be exhausted after a few uses.
At least there is a chance to copy.
Lu Changfeng nodded and said, "Thank you so much, Master Sikong! I am very grateful to you!"
"Yeah." Seeing Lu Changfeng's attitude, Sikong Tuxiong's face looked better.
"See you all."
Sikong Tuxiong cupped his hands, glanced at Sikong Jue on the ground, and left the ring like a flying bird.
Yuan Zhen picked up Sikong Jue, nodded slightly, turned and left.
Feng Qingtian congratulated Lu Changfeng and left the ring.
"Elder Lu, come again next month to give lectures in the sect. The disciples in the sect will miss you very much." Luo Tianhao laughed and left.
Lu Changfeng opened his mouth and left from the passage behind the players' seats.
The audience was excited. They watched a big show today.
Early tomorrow morning, it is estimated that the news about Lu Changfeng and Sikong Jue will be on the headlines of various newspapers in the martial arts world.
"Lu Changfeng!"
"Brother Lu!"
Just as Lu Changfeng left the passage, two voices sounded one after another.
It is Xu Shaoying and Fengjiu.
"I apologize for my recklessness before the game, Lu Changfeng, you are really an awesome and talented swordsman. I want to target you! One day I will stand in the ring with you and duel!"
Feng Jiu looked at Lu Changfeng with sparkling eyes.
Lu Changfeng had a bad feeling.
Fortunately, Xu Shaoying came up and said, "Brother Lu, let's go have a drink to celebrate?"
"That's how it should be!"
Lu Changfeng nodded and walked up with Xu Shaoying.
"I want to go too!" Feng Jiu shouted.
"We are going to a place where women are not allowed to go, so you can do it yourself!" Lu Changfeng turned around and said seriously.
"Ah?" Feng Jiulu was stunned on the spot. Lu Changfeng took the opportunity to speed up his pace with Xu Shaoying and disappeared into the crowd.
Feng Jiu stamped her feet angrily: "Humph!"
"Lu Changfeng, you can only be defeated by me! Any swordsman who wants to challenge you must pass me first!"
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An unknown small restaurant somewhere on Wuma Street.
Lu Changfeng and Xu Shaoying sat opposite each other, sipping a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine.
Xu Shaoying raised his glass and made a toast: "Brother Lu, thank you for showing mercy last time, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to survive a single move at your hands! I benefited a lot from the competition!"
Lu Changfeng waved his hand: "In the arena competition, communication is the most important thing."
After a pause, Lu Changfeng asked Xu Shaoying for the identity information of several people present today.
"By the way, who were those people who came on stage to stop us from continuing to fight?"
Xu Shaoying drank a mouthful of wine and said excitedly: "Feng Qingtian, the owner of the Phoenix Martial Arts School, was the first to stop you from continuing to compete."
"The next person who came up was Yuan Zhen from Tai Zhen Martial Arts School, who is Sikong Jue's master."
"The other one is the current head of the Sikong family, Sikong Tuxiong. It is said that he is a ruthless guy."
"The remaining one is the leader of the Broken Moon Sect, Luo Tianhao. It seems that you should know him, Brother Lu."
"With so many experts gathered together, this scene is really rare. I guess the seniors were afraid that something might happen to you two geniuses, but in the end it was Sikong Jue who fainted, so I guess you win, Brother Lu."
"By the way, Brother Lu, what was that last move when your eyes lit up?"
"I have never seen a move coming from the eyes. Is it a top trick? How did you practice it?" Xu Shaoying asked like a curious baby.
Lu Changfeng smiled and thought, I don’t know how this mark is formed.
Then he waved his hand: "This is a secret."
"I understand." Xu Shaoying showed a clear look. He was no longer exploring the secrets of martial artists. Being able to have a drink with Lu Changfeng in private and return to the martial arts hall tomorrow would be enough for him to boast about.
The two drank for an hour before leaving the restaurant.
It was already late at night, and most of the lights on Wuma Street had been extinguished.
Lu Changfeng wandered out of the restaurant, circulating his Qi and blood, expelling the alcohol odor, and immediately regained his clarity.
"It seems that Sikong Jue is in trouble."
"Bloodline talent should be of great significance to the Sikong family."
"These big forces should have records of bloodline talents."
Lu Changfeng thought about it and asked Luo Tianhao about relevant matters next time he went to the Broken Moon Sect.
Judging from Luo Tianhao's attitude towards him today, he probably won't reject him.
At this time, Lu Changfeng also realized that the mark on his forehead must have misunderstood the experts in the field tonight.
Most likely, he thought there was someone superior behind him.
That’s why Sikong Tuxiong has such an attitude towards himself, who is only in the Blood Forging Realm.
"If you want to talk about an expert, 'Elephant Girl is indeed the expert behind me. She taught me Fengtian Sword Technique and is half of my master. The problem is that she is sleeping in a crystal coffin and I don't know when she will wake up.
." Lu Changfeng thought.
But it’s okay to let them misunderstand. In this way, with the signature of an expert behind him, it will be much easier for Lu Changfeng to get along in Jiangnan Mansion. He will become more and more at home.
Lu Changfeng thought about the current situation.
Unknowingly, two men in black robes appeared in front of me, blocking the way.
The collars of the two men in black robes are very high, covering most of their faces, and only half of their faces above the bridge of their noses are exposed. They don't look like good people.
Lu Changfeng subconsciously explored the interface.
Name:???(Black Robed Man No. 1)
Root bone: lower first grade
Talent: Low-grade sword skill talent
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Name:???(Black Robed Man No. 2)
Root bone: lower first grade
Talent: Low-grade sword skill talent.
The interface information and similar faces of the two are exactly the same.
"What do you two have to do?" Lu Changfeng kept his distance and asked in a serious voice.
The two men in black robes looked at each other, then knelt down on one knee and saluted Lu Changfeng with one hand on his chest: "Greetings to the Holy Lord!"