Yours truly, Ouyang Feng

Chapter 31 31, Lian Xing's Inner Demon

Ouyang Feng moved his mind and entered the Tongtian Fantasy Realm.

Lian Xing, who was standing under a big peach tree with her hands behind her back, was startled when she saw him. Then her pretty face turned slightly red and she said shyly:

"Why are you so unkempt today?"

Unkempt?

Ouyang Feng was also startled. He looked down at his collar and suddenly realized.

He just fetched several buckets of well water to rinse himself from head to toe, and then started practicing martial arts without changing his clothes or tying his hair, and he became absorbed in his practice.

When he heard Lian Xing's call, he did not even think of tidying up his appearance and entered the illusion immediately. His clothes and appearance were naturally projected into the illusion in real time.

Therefore, the Ouyang Feng that Lian Xing saw had his long hair loose, his sleeves rolled up, his front lapel open, and his chest exposed.

This look is completely different from his usual image of a young man from a noble family with neat hair and white clothes. He looks like a wanderer and a rough-and-tumble knight.

However, with his tall and straight perfect figure, his stern face as if chiseled by a knife, and his strong and broad chest, he does have a unique heroic and unrestrained charm.

Seeing Lianxing's pretty face flushed and her eyes shy, Ouyang Feng acted as if nothing had happened and said:
"I was so absorbed in my martial arts training that I made great achievements. When I heard your call, I rushed in to share with you, but I forgot to change my clothes and tie my hair."

After a pause, he asked her:
"Is my current appearance... still acceptable to the eyes?"

"You are still too young now!"

Lian Xing's bright eyes flickered as she glanced shyly across his chest, then looked at his chin, and said with a giggle:

"If you had a beard, or a shaved chin, or some short, hard stubble, you could look like this. But now, it's still a little bit off."

Ouyang Feng imagined what Lian Xing said and nodded in agreement, "You are right, I am still too young."

As he spoke, his hair was tied into a bun and his clothes were changed into neat white ones.

As the master of the illusion, changing his clothes was just a matter of thought for Ouyang Feng.

Seeing that his clothes were neat and tidy again and he was covering his chest, Lian Xing's eyes became natural and she smiled:

"You just said that you were deeply absorbed in martial arts training before coming here, and you have gained a lot. You want to share it with me? I wonder what you have gained?"

Ouyang Feng smiled slightly, "Try a few moves and you will know."

After saying that, he took a stance and struck out with a palm.

Lian Xing, as usual, fought back with him, and the power of their palms was almost equal.

But then, when Ouyang Feng's palm and fist moves rolled in, Lian Xing immediately felt the difference.

His moves were as unrestrained as ink painting, more wanton and wild than before, aggressive like fire, advancing without retreating, attacking without defending.

As the saying goes, toughness cannot last forever. This kind of fighting style can easily reveal flaws.

But when Ouyang Feng made his move, there was a sense of domineering aura that "your life and death are in my control", which made people unconsciously tense, and even frightened. Even if they saw a flaw, it was difficult to muster up the courage to capture it.

Of course, with Lian Xing's attainment of the sixth level of Mingyu Gong, she would not be easily distracted by Ouyang Feng's nascent aura and charm, but even so, it was difficult for her to find Ouyang Feng's weakness.

His power, inner strength, and body movements obviously did not improve qualitatively compared to a month ago, but his combat effectiveness had improved by leaps and bounds, and his moves were used more freely, fluently, and unpredictably, making up for the flaws that would inevitably appear when one only advanced and never retreated, and had offense but no defense. He could even turn flaws into traps and turn passivity into initiative.

The reason for this is that his martial arts have become "divine".

Although it has only begun to possess its own charm, it is like the finishing touch.

Without this stroke, the dragon in the painting would be a dead dragon. With this stroke, the dragon in the painting would be transformed into a divine dragon.

bang bang bang...

The sounds of fists and palms clashing were endless. Ouyang Feng's fists were like hammers, his palms like axes, opening and closing with great force, extremely fierce. Occasionally, he turned hardness into softness, his body like flowing clouds, his palms like the breeze, and occasionally he pointed out with a finger, like a flying star flashing, agile and elegant.

Under Ouyang Feng's fierce attack, Lian Xing was rarely at a disadvantage from the very beginning today.

At first she tried to fight back against Ouyang Feng, but soon she was unable to hold on, so that out of every ten moves she was on the defensive for seven or eight, and only occasionally was she able to wait for an opportunity to counterattack with two or three moves.

Fortunately, her Qinggong skills were stronger than Ouyang Feng's, and the Mingyu Gong combined with the Yihua Jieyu technique could also be used to use the opponent's force to counter attack and to guide and unload the force. Therefore, although she was at a disadvantage, she was not defeated by him quickly.

But she was only a delicate girl after all, and the strength of her bones and muscles was far inferior to that of Ouyang Feng, who had achieved triple Vajra Indestructible Body, fifth level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Merit, and had undergone three rounds of precious nectar to strengthen his muscles and bones. After fighting for hundreds of moves, her palms and arms had been shaken by Ouyang Feng's strong attack, leaving her with weak bones and great pain.

Even his right leg was weakened and numb from having to block Ouyang Feng's "Shadow Kick" from time to time.

After more than a hundred moves, Ouyang Feng suddenly shouted, and an extremely wild and domineering aura burst out of his body. At the same time, he pushed out with both palms, a move of "Shock a Hundred Miles". The surging palm power was like a raging wave, which shook Lian Xing's posture with a bang. His palms hit Lian Xing's chest without mercy, making her groan, fall backwards, and hit a peach tree heavily. They have known each other for three years.

For the first time, Ouyang Feng defeated Lian Xing with his hard work and strength!

But he did not celebrate this first victory.

After knocking Lian Xing away, he quickly went over to help Lian Xing up and asked with concern:
"Are you okay?"

"How come you're okay? It hurts so much!"

Lian Xing rubbed her chest, which was beginning to take shape, and glared at Ouyang Feng angrily, "Not only does my sternum hurt, but my internal organs feel like they're on fire. It hurts so much that I can't even breathe!"

The one that shocked Baili was the most powerful of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Ouyang Feng did not hold back just now, he used all his strength. If they were fighting in real life, even if Lian Xing had the sixth level of Mingyu Gong to protect her body, if she was hit in the chest by this move, even if she would not be killed on the spot, her ribs would be broken, her internal organs would be injured, and she would be seriously injured and bleeding.

Even though she would not get hurt because she was in the illusion, Lian Xing's face turned pale with pain and she almost suffocated. At this moment, she stared at Ouyang Feng with tears in her eyes due to grievance.

"I'm sorry, I was having too much fun just now and I lost my mind for a moment."

Ouyang Feng supported Lian Xing and said softly, "I was wrong..."

Seeing that his tone was so soft and his eyes were full of deep apology and concern, Lian Xing's grievances gradually dissipated, but she still pouted and said angrily:

"Is an apology enough? I'm in so much pain, can't you rub it for me?"

what?
Ouyang Feng was startled, looked at Lian Xing's chest, then looked into her eyes inquiringly, raised his hand and pretended to press it on her chest.

Snapped!
Lian Xing slapped his hand, annoyed and said:

"Is this a place you can just rub as you please?"

"..."

Ouyang Feng was speechless for a while.

Seeing his speechless and helpless look, Lian Xing chuckled and said:

"Okay, I was just kidding. I'm not in pain anymore."

Ouyang Feng nodded and smiled, "It's good that it doesn't hurt."

After a pause, he said again:
"I have now realized a bit of the spirit of martial arts. But martial arts requires spirit, which was what you taught me back then. Although you are not as strong as me, and your muscles and bones are not as hard as mine, your skills are better than mine, and your moves are also slightly better than mine. Why..."

Why is it that your martial arts still don’t have its own “god”?
Lian Xing was silent for a while, a hint of sadness flashed across her eyes, then she restrained her emotions and smiled playfully:
"Maybe because I haven't killed anyone yet?"

I'm afraid not necessarily.

Ouyang Feng caught the flash of sadness in her eyes and gained some understanding.

She couldn't develop her martial arts to become a "god", perhaps because deep in her heart, there was always a cold and ruthless demon.

That inner demon made Lianxing disabled when she was young, and has been suppressing and controlling her since she was a child. No matter how high her martial arts skills were, Lianxing always felt inferior and fearful in her heart.

If Lian Xing wants to find his own martial arts spirit, he must first kill the demon in his heart.

Unfortunately, even though Lian Xingming’s skills were not inferior to her sister’s and her moves were better than her sister’s, she could only tie with Yao Yue at best.

And if a real combat comes to pass, due to years of inferiority and fear, it is still unknown how much strength Lian Xing can exert in front of Yao Yue.

Ouyang Feng sighed in his heart but didn't say anything, because he couldn't go to Lian Xing's world yet and could do nothing to help her.

All we can do is continue to wait for the opportunity.

Lian Xing seemed to sense some of Ouyang Feng's emotions and smiled sweetly:

"Don't worry about me. I am a rare genius in the world. Sooner or later, my martial arts will be superb. By the way, today I want to teach you a martial art."

"Teach me martial arts?" Ouyang Feng was stunned: "What martial arts?"

Lian Xing said leisurely: "Transferring flowers and connecting jade."

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