Chapter 166 Wulin Misleading Stories 36
Feng Wu, who originally had low expectations for the Martial Arts Heroes Gathering, watched the disciples of the two sects fighting each other on the stage. She had a blank expression on her face and lowered her eyes to look at Wu Ma Shen who was sitting upright in the chair, feeling very resentful.
"This guy's punching speed is too slow. If the opponent's sweeping kick hits him in the face, he will lose... Hey! Why not use the sweeping kick? Isn't this the famous martial art of Kongtong? Tsk tsk tsk tsk, this Mountain-Suppressing Fist is weak and powerless. If it hits someone, it will just be a tickle, right?" The system sat in a rocking chair, pointing and gesturing leisurely.
Feng Wu kicked his stiff left leg, glanced at the gloomy sky, and thought it would be nice if there was a spring rain.
Without saying a word about the systematic complaints in my head, the fight between the two noobs on the ring was indeed not very entertaining.
"Are you tired?" Helian Wuyou's mind was always on Feng Wu. The frown on his beloved's face just now made him alert immediately.
She squeezed the man's fingers that were tugging at her sleeve and shook her head, "It's okay, it should be over soon. Are you hungry?"
Helian Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief, smiled brightly upon hearing this, and said, "I'm not too hungry. I've heard that Langzhou has a lot of delicious food. After the conference is over, how about I take you to eat the most authentic food in Langzhou?"
The system teased in Feng Wu's mind, "Host, the Master said this because he wants to go on a date with you! The Master in this life is a bit shy!"
Feng Wu's eyes softened as she smiled at her husband and nodded in agreement, "Okay! Then I'll have to trouble you to plan it for me."
Helian Wuyou listened to his beloved calling his name softly, and his heart felt sweet and soft, as if his chest was filled with sweet syrup. He suspected that at this moment, he seemed to have turned into a sticky sugar man.
Those who entered the ring hummed and hawed, showing off their skills. The defenders changed one after another, and almost no one could last five rounds before they gave up. This also showed that there were almost no outstanding geniuses among the disciples of this generation. Even Mu Nanxing only lasted the fifth round before being knocked off the ring by a female disciple of the Emei Sect.
Most of the Kuanglang Sword Sect's disciples were also defeated. Just when Feng Wu was applying medicine to another junior sister, she was called by the Wu Ma God to go on stage to compete.
Knowing that this cannon fodder's fucked-up physique would not let him have an easy time, Feng Wu stuffed the medicine in his hand into the female disciple's hand and obediently accepted the legitimate order of Wu Ma Shen.
Helian Wuyou, knowing how great his beloved's martial arts skills were, had a worried look in his eyes. He glanced at the black rusty sword on Feng Wu's back, and a flash of heartache appeared in his eyes. He turned to look at the subordinate who was standing silently behind him. Soon, the man hurriedly took off the thing he had been carrying on his back and handed it to the prince.
Helian Wuyou took the long box held by the retainer with his right hand, and placed it in front of Feng Wu as if presenting a treasure. He said in a lively tone, "Little Phoenix, fists and feet have no eyes. The heavy sword on your back looks powerfully embroidered, and I'm afraid it will be easy to suffer in a fight. I found this sword from my father's treasure house, and it's a perfect gift for you."
After hearing these flattering words, Feng Wu raised his eyebrows and smiled, soothingly patting the sword ancestor's back, which was a little hairy. He took the long box, loosened the hinge on the box, opened the lid, and inside lay a 2-foot-long red long sword.
The red scabbard is carved with a flying phoenix with its wings spread out, which is lifelike and vivid.
His fingertips gently stroked the phoenix pattern on the scabbard, and Feng Wu's originally dark eyes were dyed into a brilliant red glow by the red sword.
Helian Wuyou lowered his eyes and stared nervously at the expression of his beloved. Seeing the dazzling colors in the little phoenix's eyes, he felt relieved and proud. The little phoenix liked the gift he gave her, and it was worth it that he was tortured by his father's nagging for several days.
"Try to pull it out, but this sword is extremely sharp, so be careful when you draw it."
The disciples who came over out of curiosity were stunned when they heard what Master Helian said, "Master, you didn't see how ferocious the senior sister looked with the sword in her hand, did you?"
Otherwise he wouldn't say such funny things!
However, the sword in the box gave off a sense of danger just from a distance.
Wu Ma Shen put down the cup he had taken a sip of tea from, and his interest was piqued by the disciples' chatter. His eyes casually fell on the long sword in the box. Then, his focused pupils shrank violently, and the words on his mouth were faster than his brain, revealing the identity of the long sword in one sentence, "...Red Phoenix Sword!!"
What is the Red Phoenix Sword?
People of Feng Wu's generation had rarely heard of it. Even an evergreen like Wu Ma Shen had only seen the image of the Red Phoenix in the weapon ranking list.
Helian Wuyou gave Wu Ma Shen an appreciative look and thought: Finally, there is someone who knows the value of this thing. This is the first time I am giving a serious gift to my sweetheart, so naturally it should be as precious as possible. This Red Phoenix Sword has a value in itself, and even the name of the sword is similar to the three words "Little Phoenix".
Feng Wu received her husband's impatient gaze, smiled inwardly, and reached out to take the Red Phoenix Sword out of the box.
Gripping the hilt of the sword tightly, Feng Wu slowly drew out the sharp edge hidden in the scabbard.
I heard that the Red Phoenix Sword was forged from a piece of red black iron from outer space. The sword body was extremely thin and tough. After it was unsheathed, it made a clanging sound like gold hitting a drum in the air. The sword body faintly revealed a faint cold light, and the hilt was gradually wrapped by a purple vine, showing a mysterious and dangerous state.
Wu Ma Shen's eyes shifted between the Scarlet Phoenix Sword and his disciple with a complex expression. Such a divine weapon was undoubtedly the icing on the cake for a sword-wielding warrior. His gaze then fell on the culprit, "Master Helian, isn't this gift too precious? I'm afraid my disciple doesn't deserve it!"
Helian Wuyou's words didn't sound so pleasant to his ears. He lowered his eyes worriedly and stared at his beloved's face for a long time. Seeing that she didn't seem upset by these seemingly caring words, he breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes towards Wu Ma Shen were not so friendly. "Master Wu Ma, you worry too much. These are just some external things. If this Red Phoenix Sword can make Miss Yu happy for a while, it is also its good fortune!"
Wu Ma Shen was stifled by Helian Wuyou's words and sneered. For the first time, he felt a slight dislike for Helian Wuyou. "Since Master Helian said so, Feng'er, you should accept it! But this sword is too sharp. Be careful not to hurt yourself when you use it next time."
Helian Wuyou frowned in displeasure. What was wrong with this man? He was bullying his little phoenix, both openly and covertly, yet why did he seem to not care about this senior disciple at all? Furious, Helian Wuyou didn't want to give Wu Ma Shen any face. Just as he was about to step forward to argue, his hand was grabbed.
Pinching the man's slender knuckles, Feng Wu whispered softly into Helian Wuyou's ear, "Wuyou, I'm going to the stage to fight soon, so you should accompany me!"
Helian Wuyou naturally had no choice but to respond to his beloved's small request. Even if Xiao Fenghuang hadn't said this, he would have stood in front of the ring, waiting for her to defeat her opponent and return in triumph.
As soon as the competition on the ring ended, Feng Wu walked up the 55 steps, with his back straight and a determined look, waiting to challenge the champion of the previous match.
After they had rested for a quarter of an hour, the two sides exchanged greetings. Feng Wu held a sword and the other party held a knife. In an instant, the two sides started fighting.
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