[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Brain powders are everywhere in the rivers and lakes

A gust of cold wind blows.

It seemed as if the bleakness in Lu Xiaofeng's heart had been swept away.

Two days later.

On this day, the genius was slightly bright, and Lu Xiaofeng was guarding Li Qinghuan's door early in the morning.

When the door opened, he showed a bright smile to Li Qinghuan.

Rao Li Qinghuan was also flustered by his smile at this moment.

"What can you do, Your Excellency?"

Li Qinghuan took a step back, opened a safe distance and asked.

"It's Chenshi now, you must be hungry, right? I've already prepared a table of delicious food from Chunfenglou, and it's in the flower hall." Lu Xiaofeng said courteously.

Li Qinghuan was "invited" to the flower hall.

The dishes on the table are extraordinarily rich, and everything such as pigeon soup, roast chicken, and wontons is steaming.

Even Huamanlou was attracted by the fragrance.

His nose moved, and a smile appeared on his face, "Chunfenglou's signature dish, Lu Xiaofeng, did you buy it? At this point in time, Chunfenglou hasn't opened yet."

"In order to entertain Brother Li, let alone the door has not been opened, even if the cook is still lying on the bed, I have to dig him up."

Lu Xiaofeng served Li Qinghuan a bowl of soup with an extremely enthusiastic expression on his face.

"It smells so good." Mr. Mei Er, who was hungover all night, sniffed the smell and searched for it. He looked at the dishes on the table, swallowed involuntarily, and when he was about to pick up the bowls and chopsticks, Lu Xiaofeng snatched them away. His bowls and chopsticks.

"Stingy ghost, at worst, I'll give you the money later."

Mr. Mei Er curled his lips and said.

Lu Xiaofeng said with a righteous face, "It doesn't matter how much money you give, I bought your breakfast for you on the way, and this table belongs to Brother Li."

Saying that, Lu Xiaofeng pointed to the side.

Mr. Mei Er followed his fingers and saw a plate of steamed buns on the table next to him.

The steamed buns are white and tender, and they look delicious.

However, compared with the good wine and good food on the table, it is much inferior.

Mr. Mei Er looked at Lu Xiaofeng in disbelief.

"You, you prepare steamed buns for me?"

"To be exact, this steamed bun is actually not intended for you." Lu Xiaofeng shook his head and said, "This is my breakfast, and I gave it to you because you need it."

The corners of Mr. Mei Er's lips twitched.

"Then what's on the table?"

"Of course they are all prepared for Brother Li." Lu Xiaofeng said righteously, "Brother Li has worked so hard this time, I specially prepared this table of dishes to comfort him."

Flattery!

Mr. Mei Er muttered softly.

Li Qinghuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, his eyes flashed, and he supported Yi and said, "Okay, I accept your wish, but even if I agree, Ximen Chuuxue may not agree."

"It's easy to deal with Ximen!"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and clapped his hands as if hearing good news, "As long as you agree, I'll take care of it over there."

Before Lu Xiaofeng finished speaking, a voice came from behind.

"What's the matter?" Ximen Chuuxue's lightness kung fu was really good, even Lu Xiaofeng didn't notice his appearance.

Lu Xiaofeng's body froze, facing Li Qinghuan's teasing eyes, he turned his head stiffly, "You, when did you come?"

"From the beginning."

Ximen Chuuxue said.

Lu Xiaofeng was annoyed for a while, he regretted that he didn't pay attention to his surroundings just now, so that he slipped his mouth.

"Cough cough."

Lu Xiaofeng pressed his lips and coughed, "It just so happens that I have something to look for you too."

An imperceptible smile flashed across Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

……

into the night.

Lu Xiaofeng accompanied Hua Manlou and others to the nearby mountain top.

It started snowing in the evening, Lu Xiaofeng was about to touch his precious beard as usual, but he touched a piece of smooth skin.

When he touched the skin, he sighed and regretted in his heart, it is said that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, Ximen Chuuxue and Li Qinghuan really don't know who influenced the other, they are both full of evil.

"Hey hey hey."

Mei Er took a look at him, and laughed mercilessly.

Lu Xiaofeng glared at him, "What are you laughing at?"

Mr. Mei Er stroked his beard, smiled without saying a word.

This made Lu Xiaofeng even more angry.

He looked aggrievedly at Li Qinghuan and Ximen Chuuxue in front of him, feeling deeply cheated.

Others didn't have to pay any conditions for coming, but he was delivering food and shaving his beard, so he paid a heavy price.

"Don't be a pity. Tonight's competition is definitely worth it."

Dugu Yihe said in a hoarse voice.

The reason why he didn't leave was because of tonight's competition.

Dugu Yihe also practices swordsmanship. Although his swordsmanship is not as good as Ximen Chuuxue's, but after many years of practice, he has also realized a bit of swordsmanship, otherwise the Emei School would not be famous.

Lu Xiaofeng secretly thought the same in his heart.

His gaze involuntarily turned to the sword on Li Qinghuan's waist.

Li Qinghuan's sword is very beautiful, and the black scabbard reveals an unusual atmosphere.

I have been with Li Qinghuan for many days, but Lu Xiaofeng has never seen him practice sword, let alone see him pull out the scabbard.

Lu Xiaofeng once asked Ximen Chuuxue how much chance he had in his mind of winning against Li Qinghuan.

The answer is hard to believe.

Thinking of Ximen Chuuxue's answer at that time, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help feeling his scalp go numb.

at this time.

The wind has blown and the snowflakes are flying.

Ximen Chuuxue fasted for three days for today's competition.

He drew his sword, so fast it was hard to see.

It seems that there is only the light of this sword in the world, and everything is quiet.

Everyone's breathing seemed to disappear.

This sword, which was always invincible, stopped suddenly!

The black scabbard lay in front of the sword tip.

Li Qinghuan hadn't even made a move yet, but he had already won!

The snowflakes fell, and when they approached his side, they all drifted to other places.

Lu Xiaofeng could only hear his heart beating, and the sound of blood flowing in his head was very clear.

He remembered the words Ximen Chuuxue once said to him: "Facing Li Qinghuan, there is no chance of winning."

In this way, no one in the world would believe that Ximen Chuuxue said it.

However, it was Lu Xiaofeng who heard it with his own ears.

In the realm of martial arts, the higher the martial arts, the greater the gap by a single point. A third-rate master may have a chance to beat a second-rate master, but a second-rate master has no chance of beating a first-rate master.

There seemed to be sparks in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

He stared fixedly at Li Qinghuan, his eyes were so hot that they could almost melt the ice and snow.

"Your sword, very good!"

He withdrew his sword, his face full of excitement, like a man who saw an oasis after three days of thirst in the desert.

Li Qinghuan's scalp felt a little numb when he heard the increasing friendship value.

He even regretted agreeing to Ximen Chuuxue back then.

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes are too, too similar to Yu Luocha's.If these two people have nothing to do with each other, his name will be written backwards in the future.

"You are good too."

Li Qinghuan stuttered in fright.

"I'll look for you again when my swordsmanship improves." Ximen Chuuxue took a deep look at Li Qinghuan, then turned and left neatly, "As for what I promised you, I've already stayed in the room."

Li Qinghuan froze in place. After a while, he immediately asked Sun Tong and others to pack up and leave overnight.

He is absolutely clear about Ximen Chuuxue's words, and he intends to use him as a whetstone in the future!How could this work? With Ximen Chuuxue around, who else would send him to increase his hatred!

His panic made Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou somewhat confused.

However, neither Lu Xiaofeng nor Hua Manlou asked this question too much.

They were soon distracted by something else.

"This, is this really written by Ximen Fuxue?"

Lu Xiaofeng stared at the newspaper with wide eyes, his gaze was so hot that he could see through the newspaper.

"I think, apart from the real him, I'm afraid no one would dare to impersonate his name." Hua Manlou said with a smile.

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the newspaper, then at Li Qinghuan who was in the corner with a look of lovelessness.

The latter was regretting that he had been confused for a while, and wanted Ximen Chuuxue to comment on the heroes in the world, and to use Ximen Chuuxue's reputation to promote the newspaper.There are still too few people buying newspapers now, and if Ximen Chuuxue's reviews are promoted, the number of people buying newspapers will double.

The more people who buy newspapers, the more hatred they will gain in the future.

But he never expected that Ximen Chuuxue just commented on him alone.

And he is highly praised.

The newspaper directly published the exact words of Ximen Chuuxue, "Li Qinghuan—the only opponent worth looking forward to."

Look at this, if anyone says that Ximen Chuuxue can't speak again, Lu Xiaofeng will paste this newspaper on that person's face.

However, in this way, wouldn't Li Qinghuan be hated by others!

Lu Xiaofeng's guess was indeed correct.

From the moment the newspaper was published, Li Qinghuan's hatred value skyrocketed exponentially.

Li Qinghuan loves and hates Ximen Chuuxue.

Without Ximen Chuuxue, where would the hatred value of nearly a thousand come from?However, with Ximen Chuuxue, one can imagine his future life, and his occasional challenges are indispensable.Ximen Chuuxue's enthusiasm for swords can definitely do this.

"Ugh."

Li Qinghuan sighed.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help asking with concern: "Why are you sighing?"

"You don't understand." Li Qinghuan shook his head and said, "There are nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in the world. This martial art is too high, and it is also a trouble."

In the car, Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou and others fell silent for a while.

Lu Xiaofeng closed his mouth, regretting that he had asked so much, isn't it heartbreaking?