Full-time King

Chapter 2240 Uncle Master Breaks Through

Qiu Song is a middle-aged man, neither fat nor thin, with a gleam in his eyes from time to time, and he is obviously a smart person.

He walked to the weapons rack, took out a big gun from it, shook it, and felt that it was quite handy. Then he walked to the center of the venue and said expressionlessly: "Qiu Song, please teach me!"

The spear easily produced six gun flowers, and it was obvious that he had profound attainments in the use of the spear.

Inujiro felt a sharp toothache. He glanced at the soft sword in his hand, gestured at the opponent's spear, looked back with a bitter face, gritted his teeth and said, "Please wait for me to change weapons, Mr. Qiu."

"Humph! Do you allow people to take a break during a round-robin match?"

"It's not about taking a break, but about changing weapons..." Inujiro waved his hand.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just admit defeat automatically in the end. Do you think I should wait for you if you want to change your weapon? What were you doing before? If it takes you an hour to change your weapon, should I wait for you for an hour? If you go back to your country to change your weapon, should I wait for you to come back?"

Qiu Song said this aggressively, and Ling Feng nodded repeatedly after hearing this. This is the truth.

"This boy is good! He suits my taste very well."

Ling Feng praised.

Uncle Li shook his head and said, "I don't really like his personality. A martial artist should win over others with virtue and forgive others when they can. But this Qiu Song, it's hard to change his nature. I have taught him many times, but he can't change his personality."

"Uncle Master, whether it's practicing martial arts or cultivating, it all comes down to fighting. If you don't fight or compete, how can you make further progress?"

"Fight?"

There was a hint of confusion in Uncle Li's eyes.

If someone else had said it, Uncle Li might have scolded him loudly. The words "martial ethics" and "martial ethics" had long been deeply rooted in his mind. However, Ling Feng's status was higher than his, and his strength was stronger than his. Uncle Li had to think carefully about what he said.

"Yes, just like the training of our ancient warriors, those who are powerful have their lifespans greatly extended. Aren't they fighting for their lives in the hands of the King of Hell? Just like this fighting spirit, it is essentially plundering the vitality of heaven and earth for its own use, competing with the weather here. If you don't fight or grab, how can you make progress?"

Ling Feng's voice seemed to have a special charm, and every word he spoke was deeply imprinted in his mind.

Uncle Li felt that it was like the sound of a Da Lu Huang Zhong, which made his head swell. The bottleneck that had not loosened for a long time actually lifted a corner of the goddess' skirt for him, and the scenery inside was vaguely visible.

Countless vital energies of heaven and earth began to gather together, forming a vortex around him that was visible to the naked eye.

"Fight for this weather. Only by fighting can you make a breakthrough in your strength."

Ling Feng's voice suddenly rose to a certain level, so sharp and piercing that it made the ears of everyone present buzz.

He used a special method to send the sound into Uncle Li's mind. At this time, Uncle Li, who was in a breakthrough state, could not hear any sound from outside.

They looked over in surprise.

I saw that Uncle Li seemed to be half asleep and half awake, and his aura was indeed becoming stronger and stronger.

"Father is about to break through, don't let anyone else disturb him!" Li Hu understood immediately, walked up to Uncle Li, and stared at those ronin from the Sun Country with a fierce look.

"Don't worry, there will be no problem as long as no one moves my uncle's body." Ling Feng waved his hand, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but at the same time he felt a little resentful towards his old man.

There is a problem with Uncle Li's point of view. His own accumulation is already strong enough. The old man does not inspect the strongholds of these outer disciples for many years, so naturally he cannot give them any guidance.

He is already quite old, and even if he can make a breakthrough, it will be extremely difficult for him to make further progress.

A hint of joy flashed in Qiu Song's eyes in the field, and he turned around to look at his master. The stronger the master's strength, the more confident they, as disciples, would be.

Although he knew that his master disliked his character to some extent, Qiu Song understood that being too kind to others would easily lead to being bullied, so he would rather be a bad guy to protect this big family.

Inujiro on the opposite side seized this opportunity, took small steps, and took two steps at a time. His soft sword was like a nimble poisonous snake, and stabbed at Qiu Song's neck fiercely. His soft sword could not only cut hair, but also pierce the neck, and there was absolutely no reason to escape.

"You got Fooled!"

Qiu Song shouted loudly and swept the spear in his hand across. The spear tip moved rapidly and almost hit Inujiro's waist.

After missing the first strike, Qiu Song put away the gun and thrust forward. In his hand, the gun seemed to come alive, like a dragon turning the sea upside down. Inu Jiro could only dodge around in a panic.

To be fair, Qiu Song's strength is inferior to Inujiro's.

However, as the saying goes, an inch longer is an inch stronger, an inch shorter is an inch more dangerous. Since Inujiro cannot get close to the opponent, he naturally cannot make full use of the danger of his soft sword, but Qiu Song can fully utilize the advantages of the spear.

"I……"

Just as Inu Jiro was about to shout "surrender" he saw Qiu Song's spear pointed at his throat. Inu Jiro was so frightened that he held back the words of surrender and dodged hastily, but he didn't know that Qiu Song's spear was following him like a shadow, determined to pierce several transparent holes in his body.

"We surrender in this battle!"

The stocky little Japanese ronin's voice was very awkward, he stumbled, and he seemed to be unable to speak clearly, but his movements were quite agile. He rushed forward and swung the samurai sword in his hand to block the fatal blow.

"Haha... I didn't expect that I could break through to the Qi Sea Realm in my lifetime! God really helped me! Thank you, Young Sect Master, for your guidance!"

Uncle Li laughed loudly, the sound shaking the whole area, and glanced at everyone present with high spirits. Except for Ling Feng, everyone present had to avoid his sharp gaze.

Having just been promoted, he was not able to control this power freely, and it overflowed, creating a strong oppressive force.

The short and stocky ronin warrior looked at Master Li solemnly, mumbling a lot, and finally said stiffly: "Nishikawa Musashi, please teach me!"

"Sir, are you going to break the rules? Are you not going to continue the round-robin competition? Uncle Master, please stabilize your realm first, and leave this to me." Ling Feng stepped forward. Uncle Master Li was not suitable to fight with others at this time. His aptitude was limited. If he fought right after a breakthrough, it would be easy for him to fall back a realm.

"Mr. Nishikawa Musashi said that other people's competitions are meaningless. Only the duel between masters is the real and meaningful competition. He challenged Mr. Li. If you have a candidate who is at the peak of dark energy, you can also do it."

Inujiro, who escaped death, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. If Nishikawa Musashi had not taken action just now, he would have been in danger.

In this competition, he obviously also had to play the role of translator.

Ling Feng picked his nose and didn't even look at Nishikawa Musashi: "Who the hell are you? Now that the rules are set, we must abide by them. Otherwise, I think a group fight is better. Can we modify the rules? Of course, a group fight means that a group of us beat you up, or a one-on-one fight is also fine. You can challenge all of us alone. You can choose any of the rules I modify."

Inujilang mumbled Lingfeng's words to Nishikawa Musashi. Nishikawa Musashi's face turned pale and he began to roar at Inujilang. Lingfeng could even see the spit flying onto Inujilang's face. Poor Inujilang didn't even dare to wipe it off.

This situation made Ling Feng a little confused. Inujiro's status was not low. As the owner of a large martial arts hall, he was actually scolded like a grandson. It was really unusual.

But everyone behind them still acted as if it was a matter of course.

"Mr. Nishikawa Musashi said, don't you have any honor as a warrior? If it is a pattern like this, Mr. Nishikawa Musashi will personally hang the plaque on the signboard of your martial arts school. Well, sir, please agree to Mr. Nishikawa Musashi's request." Inujiro shrank his neck and translated reluctantly. The last sentence was obviously his own idea.

"If you are willing to be a traitor, I can consider agreeing to it. But accepting someone like you will tarnish our martial arts school. It's up to you to choose whether to fight or not. It's not even noon yet, so take your time. Why are you in such a hurry? Are you in a hurry to eat?"

It didn't matter to Ling Feng what kind of fighting method it was. He just couldn't take advantage of the other party's intentions, and he just wanted to disgust those people on the other side.

Inujiro discussed it with Nishikawa Musashi again, and Nishikawa Musashi finally nodded, but did not leave. He looked at Qiu Song and said sternly: "Nishikawa Musashi, please teach me!"

Qiu Song felt his hair stand on end. The Nishikawa Musashi opposite him was almost a head shorter than him, but he felt extremely dangerous, as if he was facing a wild wolf that had been hungry for more than ten days. If he was not careful, he would die.

Ling Feng thought for a moment, took a few stones and put them in his hands, and said to Qiu Song: "Don't worry, attack boldly. If you are in danger, I will save you."

Qiu Song's heart finally calmed down after hearing this word. He was a smart man. Although he had never seen Ling Feng's skills, the roar just now was more powerful than anyone else on the scene, even more powerful than his own master. It was obvious that his strength was definitely extraordinary.

Qiu Song launched an attack with all his strength, but Nishikawa Musashi's samurai sword only needed to poke, stab and chop easily, forcing him to be in a panic.

Finally, the somewhat impatient Nishikawa Musashi started to launch a killing move. Just when Qiu Song couldn't resist, the stone in Ling Feng's hand flew out and just blocked his samurai sword.

Only then did Qiu Song quickly admit defeat.

Although Ling Feng's stone was very fast, the people present could still notice it. For a moment, the ronin warriors began to make a fuss and scolded Ling Feng.

Nishikawa Musashi was also unhappy. Under the questioning of Inujiro's translation, he said, "Why did you suddenly intervene? You just said that you would abide by the rules, but you broke the rules. Please give us an explanation."

"What a bullshit explanation! Are you stupid? You can't even see that." Ling Feng cursed. If he hadn't taken action just now, Qiu Song would definitely have died at the hands of Nishikawa Musashi. Nishikawa Musashi didn't hold back at all and it was obvious that he wanted to kill him.

"Who among you who is at the level of dark power and has the highest strength, come forward. Don't worry about your life safety. I want three options for these Japanese devils." Ling Feng's protective nature broke out, and he said something to the selected list. The murderous words made Inujiro's head shrink.

"Eldest brother?"

Everyone's eyes were on the oldest person, a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face and thick calluses, which made him look more like a farmer than a warrior.

"What does three legs mean, young sir? He only has two legs?"

The honest senior brother looked confused and looked at Nishikawa Musashi carefully, but still couldn't find where the third leg was.

"Cough cough..."

Ling Feng was just about to take a sip of tea when he was shocked by the words of this senior brother. He thought to himself that his uncle must be a remarkable man to be able to be taught like this.

"Do you understand a man's leg?"

Ling Feng winked at his senior brother.

"don't know."

The eldest brother shook his head honestly.

Li Hu is a young man after all, and his mind is much more active. Qiu Song, for example, was so embarrassed that his face turned red and he almost laughed out loud.

Ling Feng was completely defeated and pointed at Nishikawa Musashi: "That thing between the legs, how did you become a eunuch?"

"Oh, I understand. Please rest assured, young master. Since he dared to kill Junior Brother Qiu, I will definitely make him live a life worse than death! Unless it is a life-and-death situation, please do not take action, young master."

The eldest brother clasped his fists solemnly, walked to the weapon rack, and selected a mountain-splitting broadsword.

Nishikawa Musashi looked at him with contempt and hooked his finger at him.

Facts have proved that Nishikawa Musashi does have the right to be proud.

The eldest brother's sword was powerful and heavy, and he swung it with great vigor, but Nishikawa Musashi's attack speed was much faster than the eldest brother's. As a result, every time he counterattacked, the eldest brother had to change his tactics to defend himself.

The mountain-splitting knife weighed at least thirty pounds. As time went on, the eldest brother's knife gradually slowed down.

The only way to defeat martial arts in the world is to be faster. His broadsword certainly made Nishikawa Musashi dare not take it head-on, and he could only use cleverness to resist. However, the edge of Nishikawa Musashi's samurai sword was equally sharp, and being hit by it must have been unpleasant.

There was a gleam in Ling Feng's eyes, and he flicked his fingers. A ball of air formed by fighting spirit hit his leg. Nishikawa Musashi staggered, and his head was almost hit by the eldest brother's mountain-splitting sword!

"idiot!"

Nishikawa Musashi was furious, but no one in the field saw anyone take action, so he could only look at Ling Feng hatefully. His intuition told him that this was the man who was behind the incident.

Nishikawa Musashi's movements became more cautious. He did not seek to achieve anything but to avoid making mistakes. In this state, unless Ling Feng directly killed him with his fighting spirit, he would be unable to do anything to him.

However, the opponent is a person at the peak of dark energy after all. If you want to kill him, you need to consume a lot of long-distance fighting energy, which will form an obvious air mass that even a fool can see.