Chapter 146 Wulin Misleading Story 16
The hall was dead silent. The confrontation just now seemed like an illusion they had imagined. Only Ding Feiyuan, who was there firsthand, understood the feeling.
With his trembling and numb wrists in severe pain, he couldn't even hold the sword in his hand to kill and defend against the enemy. With a clang, they all fell onto the shiny stone slabs.
The moment the dagger fell to the ground, the tip of the sword stabbed straight into the ground. The originally tough sword body seemed unable to withstand the impact of the stone surface. With a click, and then another click, it broke into four pieces gorgeously.
Ding Feiyuan didn't care about his numb wrist. Seeing that the thing he had eaten was broken into pieces beyond recognition, he subconsciously exclaimed: "My sword..." After only three words, Ding Feiyuan half-knelt on the ground, picked up the two daggers tremblingly, and put them in his arms. His eyes were red and he looked pitiful as if he was about to cry.
"Oh, this stone slab is so strong that it even broke the sword forged by Master Wu Yuzi himself!" Feng Wu frowned and asked in confusion, "Could it be that the white-bearded old man is a charlatan and not Master Wu Yuzi at all? Oh, what a pity for that thousand-year-old blood lotus I finally brought back from the Far North Crater."
Feng Wu stood up, walked over to Ding Feiyuan, slowly half-knelt, patted the young man's trembling shoulders, and said earnestly: "Don't be sad, little brother, it's a good thing you saw the true appearance of these two swords so early. If disciples from other sects knew that you were using a fake imitation of Master Wu Yuzi's sword in the future, who knows what kind of jokes would be caused."
Ding Feiyuan's hand, which was tightly gripping the sword, was overflowing with warmth. Feng Wu lowered his eyes and saw the bright red color, his eyes showing neither surprise nor joy.
Being looked at by eyes without any emotion, the rage that had just risen in Ding Feiyuan's heart was miraculously suppressed. He knew that it was the senior sister who broke the sword.
This was a warning and also a determination. From then on, in her heart, he was no longer the younger brother she had taken care of since childhood, but a piece of useless stuff that could be discarded at any time.
Ding Feiyuan closed his eyes tightly, suppressing all the resentment and panic in his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, Ding Feiyuan's emotions had stabilized a lot. Seeing that everyone was staring at the dagger in his hand with obscure eyes, he knew that he would no longer have any advantage in front of his senior brothers and sisters.
Ding Feiyuan, who knew the situation, hated Feng Wu to death in his heart, but he had to maintain his relationship with her impeccably. Even if he lost face, he still had to save his heart. "Thank you for your teachings, Senior Sister. I will think carefully about my actions in the future and will not be reckless and impulsive anymore."
Feng Wu said with satisfaction, "It's great that you understand." After that, he stood up, looked at the sun and said, "Enough time has been wasted. Everyone, hurry up and go to the martial arts arena to practice sword moves. Swing the sword ten thousand times a day. Over time, I believe that all of you will gain something."
Faced with the powerful pressure from the senior sister, no one dared to act rashly. After a while of lingering, only three people were left in the hall.
"Junior sister, you are also responsible for my brother's impulsive behavior this time. My brother is feeling very upset now. As his caring and thoughtful sister, the responsibility of comforting him falls on you. I believe in the pure brotherly love between you and my brother. It just so happens that you are weak and have many obstacles in practicing martial arts. If you have any powerful weapons, why not share them with me? I believe such a gentle and kind sister will not be stingy with these things."
Jiang Manman: "..." Thank you! Come, look at my lip shape. I really thank you. I thank your whole family and your eight generations of ancestors.
After admiring the two people's big faces that had turned into spirits, Feng Wu grabbed his sword and strode out of the hall.
"Wow, host, I'm almost dying of all the melons I ate today." Sure enough, to deal with those extremely coquettish and slutty women, a wolf-killer like the host still needs to take action.
The target of the task, Yu Feifeng, has too many weaknesses. She is tied up and indecisive, making her life tiring and frustrating.
Jiang Manman, this white lotus, is trying to make her presence felt in front of her every other day. Today she's attracted by something in someone's hand, and tomorrow she's calling them sisters. But in fact, she pretends to be aggrieved behind her back. She doesn't even need to say a word, her illegitimate fans are eager to take the lead and remove all obstacles for her.
In order to avoid being bullied, one must be a ruthless person! The same is true for their system world. It must accumulate more energy to meet its natal idol as soon as possible.
Thinking of the pitifully few points in the system, and also thinking of how the host had just spent 200 points just to exchange a primary soul-nourishing bead for the master in the system mall.
There was no way. It had previously scanned and found that the master's soul had suffered irreversible damage. If the damaged soul was not healed as soon as possible, it was worried whether the master's soul could follow the host through the dimensional wall and enter the next small world?
The host usually seems to be obsessed with points, but once the points meet the love-brained master, it will be no surprise that the master, who is a disaster to the country and the people, will win.
Putting these two equally love-brained people together, the system feels that the day when it meets its true love is a long time away!
After two days of quiet, the gate of the Kuanglang Sword Sect opened wide and welcomed a group of distinguished guests.
Feng Wu stood behind Wu Ma Shen with a stern face and a sword in his arms, with most of the inner sect disciples standing on his left and right.
Anyone who can have the headmaster personally greet him at the hall door must be of high status.
Feng Wu squinted his eyes to block out the dazzling sunlight. Not far away, a group of young men in colorful clothes walked towards him from the square.
The leading disciple was between a teenager and a young man, and his appearance was also very handsome. The dragon whisker bangs on both sides of his forehead danced with the master's body shape. From a distance, the two tufts of flowing dragon whiskers seemed to show the wild and unrestrained look of the master.
If he was not mistaken, Feng Wu had already guessed who the visitor was!
Mu Nanxing, the young master of the Huangji Sect, has such a poetic name that one can tell at a glance that most of the favored sons of heaven with this kind of configuration are undoubtedly the male protagonists in the book.
However, the system said that this was a small world of its own and had nothing to do with the plot of the novel. It turned out that the saying that art comes from life is true, and the bloody stories that are everywhere in life will flourish in the world of art.
Feng Wu quietly looked at the so-called male protagonist who forgot his loyalty for the sake of beauty, and silently took her little fool out for a walk in her heart.
He is not as tall as the little fool, his eyes are not as clear as the little fool, his figure is not as good as the little fool, and even his sword-holding hand is far inferior to the little fool.
The system was annoyed by the big red crosses that popped up in the host's mind from time to time. To be honest, although the master is a peerless beauty, Ren Mu Nanxing's appearance is not bad either, okay?
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