SanjitNovel Chapter 103 Small Scenes
Chapter 103 Small Scenes
"Why is this? It's too much! Can the master act recklessly against the girls under his command?"
"Referee! Where is the referee? Isn't this considered a foul?"
"Damn it! Is Tang Min a dead man? Just stand by and stand there in a daze, come on! Interrupt them both!"
"I just want to watch a game, what do you want me to watch?"
"Am I the only one who feels envious? I should have thought of it a long time ago. Being a brothel host can have such benefits."
"..."
The guests were making loud noises.
Surprisingly, the one who was scolded the worst was not Mu Feng.
It was Tang Min, the host who stood dumbfounded on the stage.
To be reasonable, he has hosted tens of thousands of events over the years, but he has never encountered such an unreasonable player.
If you say that people foul, people are just making out with girls, and they haven't broken the competition system.
Speaking of it, it's such a trivial matter, as for making tens of thousands of people angry!
Jiuzhong Pavilion waiting area.
Several guards were also hanging their necks, staring at the table in a daze.
Although they have long heard that Pavilion Master Mu and Shuiyao Huakui have a lover relationship, they have never really confirmed it at all.
So far, the rumors seem to be true.
However, the much-anticipated place is still on the field
It can be said to be extremely explosive.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Cao Tai raised the teacup and took a sip, moistening his throat technically.
Then he said: "Look at the way you guys are making a fuss, what is this? It's just a small scene."
Upon hearing this, the rest of the guards immediately regained their spirits.
They turned their gazes from the stage to Cao Tai, shouting in low voices, asking him to talk more.
Even Xu Sheng, who was beside him with an old god, rubbed his beard and pricked up his ears.
Seeing that everyone in Jiuzhong Pavilion was waiting for him to speak, Cao Tai was very proud.
He pretended to take two sips of tea, and then said mysteriously: "I don't want to say much about the pavilion master."
"In short, before we came to the capital, the pavilion master had a beautiful woman. You don't know, that one is so cold! In order to be able to talk to the pavilion master, I have to come to the courtyard gate to stand for a while every day."
……
Mu Feng didn't care at all about the commotion and shouting of the audience.
The calming spell was not complicated at all, and after the information was transmitted, he soon separated from Gong Shuiyao on his own initiative.
When he raised his hand, the cyan round platform floated up, hanging in the air beside it.
"Go up."
Hearing Mu Feng's voice, Gong Shuiyao also knew that this is not the time to be shy.
Silently running the centering spell, tap the ground with your toes, and jump up to the top of the round platform.
Tang Min laughed dryly, mixed his voice with spiritual power, and spread it in all directions.
"The third round of dance competition, officially begins!"
"Remember, both lifters must not simply mobilize their spiritual power to maintain the suspension of the stage, and run elsewhere to fight each other. In all actions, one hand must not leave the stage!"
After the words fell, Tang Min retreated to the edge of Dou District.
On the stage, Gong Shuiyao danced with the challenger.
Mu Feng and Meng Qiao just exchanged glances and did not take any other actions.
In a place where no one could sense, the two were having a silent conversation.
"It's quite unexpected. The person who played chess with me just now was you, right?" Meng Qiao's eyes showed a hint of danger.
Mu Feng was silent for a while, and then sent out his reply with the strength of his cultivation.
"You call that game just now a 'game'? Didn't you hear the old judge's criticism? The girls on your side were scolded and cried."
Hearing this, Meng Qiao was a little taken aback.
On the dark face full of masculinity, a trace of embarrassment gradually climbed up.
"Am I discussing chess with you?"
"Yeah, you were the one who asked me the chess player first."
"Don't mess with the topic! You injured two of my juniors, this account must be settled! Also, your Jiuzhong Pavilion is blocking the way of others, and the oiran grand meeting is none of your business!"
Originally, Mu Feng wanted to trap the other party's words again.
But at this point in the exchange, he suddenly lost the desire to continue the conversation.
They come and go, but it's still a matter of 'whoever has the bigger fist takes advantage'.
He rested his left palm lightly to maintain the balance of the stage, and made a sword finger with his right palm, and then pointed towards Meng Qiao.
"Southern Dou Zhanfeng Jue!"
This exercise is an earth-level mid-grade.
With Mu Feng's current cultivation base, even without the blessing of the Spirit Sword, its power is enough to crush the Nascent Soul.
And this is still based on his restraint.
Otherwise, with just one blow, he can completely kill the opponent on the spot, not just suppress.
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the situation is reversing!
A storm of sword intent immediately appeared on the fighting platform.
Meng Qiao lifted his foot to the ground and stomped hard. Without dodging or avoiding, he raised his fist to face the front.
Sword energy and fist energy collided brazenly in mid-air.
Slender space cracks flashed frequently, and then densely covered the front like a spider web.
As the ground shook, the VIP seats closer to the fighting platform collapsed one after another, the crowd ran and retreated, and the scene was in chaos.
Tang Min didn't expect that the two of them would make such a noise as soon as they made a move without making a move for a long time.
He hurriedly joined hands with several other adjudicators, and started the fighting platform defensive formation.
The power of the formation is transparent, like a large bowl turned upside down, covering the entire fighting platform.
As long as the energy infusion can keep up, it can block the full blow of the half-step opponent.
With the opening of the formation, the spectators recovered from the frenzy.
Looking at the space crack that kept flashing in the center of the fighting platform, many people who wanted to scold loudly were all dumbfounded.
Especially the spectators who bared their teeth at Mu Feng before.
Now one is more honest than the other.
"I didn't expect that the master of the Jiuzhong Pavilion actually has such a combat power. What I said just now, this is called a formidable young man!"
"Brother is right! As I said just now, since ancient times heroes have been born from youth!"
"That's right! As handsome as the Master of the Nine Layers Pavilion, you need to be a bit more flamboyant to reflect his true nature!"
In the fighting arena, the energy storm continued.
Although the two oirans on the cyan round platform did not receive the slightest impact of energy, the pressure in their hearts was unprecedented.
Just like an ordinary person walking between the cliffs, even if he knows that he will not die with a rope tied to his body, he still has the fear he should have.
Just like now.
The cracked gaps in the surrounding space are like the mouths of the nether world.
Walking around, it seems that people can be involved in it in the next moment.
Gong Shuiyao completely trusts Mu Feng, and she can still overcome her fear, stabilize her figure and continue to show off her dancing skills.
The oiran from the challenge team did not have such a good mental quality.
Her legs were constantly weak and trembling, her ears were buzzing, and she fell to the table several times.
Meng Qiao lost a game before, and now he is not asking for cheap on the frontal battlefield.
He was already furious in his heart, sensing the performance of the oiran on his side on the lifting stage, he burst into anger immediately.
"Can you fucking jump! Can't even stand still? What a waste!"