The wind lives in this life policy

Seeing that he was so determined, Fang Jinran couldn't help being persuaded, so he called the action director and briefly explained Feng Ce's intentions to him.

Although the director has already seen Feng Ce's skills, he needs to hit twelve... This...he hesitated a lot, not knowing whether he should accept it, if there was an accident and he was injured, the scene could not be filmed shoot?

Just when he was struggling to make a decision in the battle between heaven and man, Feng Ce had already unbuttoned his suit.

"Oh my god! Feng Ce is taking off his clothes!"

Amy's exclamation pulled Ye Xiaofeng's thoughts back, and successfully attracted the attention of the rest of the crew, and everyone focused on Feng Ce again.

Feng Ce had no expression on his face, he casually threw the dark black suit on the ground, and then went to unbutton his shirt.

And he unbuttoned it slowly, with extremely beautiful gestures, white fingertips matched with black buttons, with a temptation that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, starting from the first clavicle and gradually going down, until the third clavicle did not stop.

Taking advantage of the looming chest line that was about to be exposed, the slender fingertips came to the top of the tie again, gently pulled off the collar, fastened the tie, and finally pulled it hard.

The whole tie drew an arc with his movements, and finally completely released the tightly locked style.

Ye Xiaofeng swallowed uncontrollably.

Amy's eyes are popping out of their sockets.

A-Lian glanced at his mouth, looked at the stunned people around him, especially the women, who looked like nymphomaniacs, and sighed.

what else can we do?

People just look better than you and are more handsome than you... What the hell can you do with him? !

Feng Ce threw away his tie and began to roll up his sleeves. The cuffs of his clean and pure white shirt were folded up at will until he stopped at his elbows.

He turned his eyes around and saw a pile of long swords on the table beside him, and then he went to pick one, and with a backhand, the long sword was behind his back.

"I'm best at using swords..." Looking at everyone, flipping his wrist lightly, Feng Ce pointed at the sword, and said indifferently to the guide, "Let's go together."

The guide in his 40s has not been so provoked by anyone, and the first group of young apprentices are even more vigorous. The guide sighed, not to mention stopping him, even he wanted to get involved.

In fact, it’s not surprising that they are so excited. People who learn martial arts like to learn from each other, and then try to figure out the meaning of improving their own rank through the training. However, since retiring, this desire to compete with masters has gradually disappeared with the passing of time.

In addition to real action scenes, martial arts scenes like "The Legend of Changning" don't need to be fought with real swords and guns at all. Who cares whether it was true or not when the film was made.

It's rare for someone to take the initiative to challenge, and even if they want to pick twelve, if they don't, they don't know where to put their faces.

"Don't go too far, just spar." He told people to bring all the swords over there, one for each person, and finally added, "Do you know when it's done?"

"Don't worry, Master, can't twelve of us beat him alone?" One of the apprentices sneered.

"That's right, we will release the water, just watch." Another little apprentice echoed.

Cheng Yun didn't think it was that simple. In the confrontation between him and Feng Ce just now, the opponent obviously didn't use all his strength. For some reason, Cheng Yun felt that this artist called Feng Ce didn't use even [-]% of his strength.

He secretly prayed, hoping not to lose too badly, too ugly.

Regrettably, the result of the 12 people rushing forward was disastrous, and it was hard to see home.

Feng Ce held a long sword in front of him. Twelve people took turns to go up, but they couldn't get into Feng Ce an inch. In the shadow of swords and swords, Feng Ce shook away the three oncoming sword lights with one sword. The palm is the blade and hit the Renshaohai acupoint directly, the opponent was hit in pain, the long sword was released from his hand, Feng Ce took it.

The scene was so quiet that you couldn't even hear your breathing. Everyone watched the match with bated breath.

"The first form of Qingfeng's 24 forms..." At this moment, Feng Ce held his two swords in his hands and looked at the other 11 people coldly.

A faint murderous aura condensed deep between his brows, Feng Ce said softly, "Continue."

As soon as the voice fell, his figure flashed, and everyone felt a blur in front of them. The white figure had already entered the sword array. Several people who were close to Feng Ce immediately raised their swords and stabbed at him. With the sword as an attack, one defense and one attack are impeccable, all attacks were blocked by the long sword in his left hand, and three crisp sounds of "Dang Dang Dang" were heard, and the three long swords were knocked down to the ground.

Feng Ce didn't take a breath, he saw his two swords drooping slightly and crossing their tips, the moment they intersected, there seemed to be a sword cry, only to hear Feng Ce's cold voice came again.

"The eighth form...there is a Nanfeng hand in the sleeve, whoever listens to it is the one who passes it on."

If the first form is like a rainbow, then the eighth form is the most vicious and destructive form among the 24 forms. It can be called the art of controlling the sword. If it is really used, it can be said that it can hurt the enemy one thousand and self-damage eight hundred. .

However, it is different now, there is no combination of wind and internal force, this cruel move no longer has the sadness of the past, it is just an ordinary sword move, no need to hurt yourself, just retreat the enemy.

After Feng Ce finished chanting, his hands opened wide in an instant, like a gust of wind sweeping across the land. Everyone couldn't see how he made the move. When he closed his eyes and opened them again, all the remaining eight long swords had left their hands.

too fast!

The guide hardly saw these sword moves clearly from the beginning to the end, and saw the figures pass by, and they landed with sword lights one after another, which is unimaginable.

If the master is like this, don't talk about the little apprentices who just boasted.

All of them looked stunned by the beating. If it wasn't for seeing that the master was still there, and seeing that a large group of people in the studio were still there, they would have thought they were transmigrated into Jin Yong's novels and then kicked out after being abused.

Is this still human?

Didn't they understand the timing of the connection at all? !

Who can understand?

Come and have a word! !

The focus of sight was on Feng Ce again, but Feng Ce just closed his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was suppressing something, which made him feel uncontrollable and out of control.

……

"Uncle Qingwen, when will I be invincible like you and my elder brother?"

"Well... wait until you have mastered the 24 moves."

"But I have already practiced it!"

"Oh, really? Then when I win the battle, I will be invincible."

"...you can't win."

"Then practice again, look at that brother of yours, he knows how to hang around with that idiot all day long, I think you will be able to beat him down soon..."

"..."

"On that day, remember to ask Uncle Shi to buy you a drink..."

……

There is no chance, uncle...

Feng Ce suppressed the sudden sadness in his heart, and felt a pain in his throat, which seemed to be choking.

No more chance.

Feng Ce lost strength in his hands, and dropped both swords at the same time, and landed with a bang, shaking on the ground and giving out a clear warning, gently smashing the dusty memory.

He never expected that a casual farewell could achieve a lifetime farewell.

And the most painful thing in the world is this.

Feng Ce opened his eyes, the halo in them flickered, unable to conceal the pain.