clang! clang! ~

The sound of weapons clashing constantly.

Lin Feng was holding the magic gun in his hand and was practicing with Pei Hong.

"Swish!" "Swish!!" Pei Hong's whip is extremely flexible, and the attack range is spread all over every corner.

Fast, accurate, ruthless!

At first glance, Pei Hong was completely invincible.

The long whip danced with one hand and was airtight, and the whip was so fierce. However, Lin Feng's Jhin Demon Spear was not so flexible. He was constantly entangled with the long whip, but he was less "soft" and was more powerful than force, but he was not enough to change. For a moment, he was completely trapped in a passive situation.

but……

After looking closely, the two of them had no murderous intention, and even their fighting intention was extremely meager.

There is no fluctuation of the qi at all.

Neither Pei Hong's fiery energy nor Lin Feng's Shunhuang's qi were used, the two of them were obviously just friendly "discussing".

"Bang!" "Bang!" The long whip looked like a sensitive poisonous snake, around the defense of the Earn Demon Spear, and kept whipping Lin Feng's upper body. The deep whip marks brought blood to his eyes, which looked heartbroken. But Lin Feng felt like a wooden man, and the wound healed in the blink of an eye, which made Pei Hong stare at her big eyes in horror.

"Tang!"

"The essence of the second shot lies in the word "tangled"!"

"A little soft and strong point is not inferior to 'power', and the gun is profound."

Lin Feng's eyes kept changing, feeling the vivid "entanglement" power in Pei Hong's long whip, and there was a vague feeling in his heart. The form of the second wood carving appeared in his mind, as if he could feel the artistic conception contained in the wood carving, but it was not so 'fitting' with the tricks performed by Ding Hong.

What almost...

Lin Feng was full of guns, constantly imitating Ding Hong's shot.

Once, again, over and over again.

Practice non-stop!

…

Three hours later.

"I'm so tired." Pei Hong walked out of the martial arts hall with fragrance and sweat.

"It's out. Sister." Pei Qing smiled. She was as handsome as water when she changed into women's clothing, and her short hair made her look even more heroic.

"Hey, why didn't I see Brother Lin?" Xiaolu held her chin with her hands and said curiously.

Pei Hong curled her lips and glanced at the back. She shook her head and said, "This pervert is still practicing. I whipped hundreds of whips and it seems like nothing is wrong. She is simply a monster." As she said that, the battle that had just been fought for three hours appeared in her mind, and a curve rose inexplicably.

It was so exciting that it was so angry that it was all out!

Lin Feng seemed to be beaten by her on purpose and did not resist at all.

He was slow to get out the gun, and it was even more soft than her whip. It was simply unreasonable, but...

"It seems to be a little progress?" Pei Hong thought to herself and shrugged, but she didn't understand the shooting skills.

"Brother Lin is so hardworking." Xiaolu's eyes showed a light of admiration.

"What's the use of diligence?" Pei Hong snorted, "The opponent in the first game was the butcher from the Diandao Sect. He has extremely strong practical ability. Last year, only the sixth level of the Galaxy level almost reached the top 100. This year... the seventh level of the Galaxy level. The strength has improved more than twice!"

"But Brother Lin is also at the seventh level of the Galaxy level." Xiaolu said in surprise.

"He?" Pei Hong looked disdainful, "Hmph. He can't even beat me."

Looking at the eyes of the two girls looking over, Pei Hong's pretty face turned red and she said anxiously, "That time I lost because of my inexperience. I will never lose to him if I hit him again!" Seeing that the two girls were still smiling, Pei Hong stomped her feet immediately. "Ignore you, hum, I'll go take a shower."

After saying that, he ran away in a flash.

In this most expensive seven-star suite in the reflection building, there are all kinds of facilities.

Including the most common bathroom, such as the extremely spacious martial arts training hall, practice room, etc.

"Senior Sister Qing, do you think Brother Lin Feng can beat that butcher?" Xiaolu bit her lip lightly and asked with concern.

"I don't know either." Pei Qing shook his head, "Hope."

…

…

Time passes slowly.

Lin Feng practiced alone in the martial arts hall, and the understanding of gun intention was not completed in just one moment.

Just like the "first shot" of that day, even if the gun-shaped and gun-shaped mind was fully realized, it took a full three days. From the perfect copy of Wang Feng's gun shape, it was slowly speculated that it was much less difficult to understand the "gun-shaped mind" than now. You must know that Ding Hong only used only one shot that day, not like Wang Feng who executed the entire set of Long Yang guns at that time.

The difficulty is more than ten times a hundred times!

Otherwise, why do you need Pei Hong to help?

The fit between the intention and the shape of the gun is crucial.

The intent of the gun requires the shape of the gun to perfectly display the "power", while the shape of the gun also requires the "leader" of the gun to "leader".

Just like the relationship between generals and soldiers on the battlefield, they are inseparable!

"wrong!"

"It feels completely wrong."

Lin Feng had stopped practicing at this time, sat cross-legged on the ground, his brows tightly fell into deep thought.

It was too difficult to think about the "gun intention" just by relying on Ding Hong's only shot in his mind.

I just feel an artistic conception, but this artistic conception has countless forks, each one is different, perhaps... it is all dead ends.

"Tang."

"How to 'entangle'?"

"Well... it's a headache."

Lin Feng sighed lightly, falling into a difficult problem, as if he had obtained a broken secret book, but he lacked an extremely important link.

Inexplicably, I remembered Pei Hong's whip technique in my mind, like a shadow, like a strange poisonous snake everywhere. The excellent flexibility and toughness made the word "荐" sharply. Suddenly, Lin Feng's eyes lit up, and he stood up in an instant, as if he was possessed by a demon. The sound of the "kill" of the demon gun trembled and danced.

The basic eighteen poses in the gun include the application of soft power such as entanglement, circle, dance flowers, etc.

Although guns and whips are completely different, one is the most rigid and the other is the most yin and soft, it seems that something affects the two.

Lin Feng seemed to be infatuated, and the dancing of the gun shadow was a little weird, completely trapped in it.

Use the intent of the gun to drive the whip method?!

It's simply whimsical!

but……

Many things seem impossible, but not really impossible.

There are two words in the world called "miracle".

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In Green Smoke City, more and more warriors have entered.

As the "Elite Martial Arts Competition" is about to begin, all the strong men from various sects arrive one by one.

The annual event, all restaurants and hotels are crowded, and all shops and exchanges are making a fortune, waiting for this day in the year!

But the most lively one is undoubtedly the ‘Kowloon Fighting Arena’.

In order to occupy the place, many people even entered the venue a day early, waiting for the conference to start. Looking at it, there were more than ten martial arts arenas on the ground floor, and there were darkness everywhere in the audience. Indeed, since I couldn't find a place to stay, it would be better to come early.

Very lively!

On the top floor of the Kowloon Fighting Arena, there is a luxurious private room.

At this time, a middle-aged man and an old man in brown were looking down at the crowd below through the brown reinforced glass.

"I haven't been here for ten years, and it's still so lively." The old man in brown smiled slightly. Although he was old, his hair was completely black and his body was strong and he didn't look old.

"My uncle suddenly visited this time, and I hope he will forgive me if I am not well received." The middle-aged man said respectfully. In his prime, he was a dragon-shaped tiger body, with bright light in his eyes. He had a strong aura. Many warriors stood beside him, as if he was guarding his followers, but every warrior...

They are all starry sea-level existences!

How noble is the middle-aged man! He is one of the rulers of Green Smoke City, the patriarch of the Lu clan—

Lu Konzha!

"Haha." The old man in brown smiled lightly, "It's so weird, little slaughter."

"This time, I was originally taking my two ingenious apprentices around and seeing the world. I happened to come to Green Smoke City, and the 'Elite Martial Arts Competition' was about to start. My two apprentices were itchy and wanted to try how many pounds I had, so..." The old man in brown smiled slightly.

"These are two ID cards. Please accept them, Master." Lu Teng respectfully handed over two thin metal cards.

"Very good." The old man in brown nodded with satisfaction and accepted the identity card. "I will give you two identity tokens of the 'Yan Ling Zun Mansion' at that time."

The identity token of Yan Lingzun’s mansion can only be obtained by the top and runner-up of the elite martial arts competition.

How confident is the old man in brown clothes!
To be continued...