"Fuck, this white-haired thorn has so much strength!"
"What a tremendous amount of strength this must have taken! The key is that he was still standing on the water!"
"That's Lu Ci, one of the two pillars of the Lu family. Oh my god, is this the strength of the leader of the younger generation?"
Some people on the shore were watching the farce and talking about it.
Seeing that the pleasure boat was stopped by him, Lu Ci lowered his arms and raised his eyebrows provocatively at Feng Ping, with a fierce look on his face that was inconsistent with his current age.
He is the second young master of the Lu family. Although he is only about fifteen years old, he has helped his father to eliminate several gangs of horse thieves in recent years and killed many people. He has a fierce and murderous aura.
On the pleasure boat, Feng Ping's face was grim. Lu Ci had provoked him again and again, and his anger had long been uncontrollable:
"Mad dog, you have defied me time and again. Today I will show you the methods of the Fire Deity Sect!"
Fengping's hands began to burn and instantly turned into raging flames.
"Fire Bomb!"
Balls of blazing flames flew out from Fengping's hands in succession.
As the heat wave approached, Lu Ci attached Ruyi Jin to his hands and, using a technique similar to Tai Chi's "four ounces to move a thousand pounds," easily deflected Feng Ping's fireball and sneered:
"It's just a trifle!"
Feng Ping's face suddenly became a little ugly, knowing that long-range attacks were ineffective against Lu Ci. He stretched out his hand, and deep red flames gushed out from his palm, outlining a flaming sword less than one meter long with a simple shape.
“Try this!”
Feng Ping raised the flaming knife high, jumped down from the pleasure boat, and slashed at Lu Ci, ready for close combat.
Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei nodded secretly and thought: It’s a good idea to condense a flaming sword for close combat.
When fighting, there are waves of heat. If you don't have any means of protecting yourself, you will be roasted after a few exchanges, even if you are not hit by the flaming knife.
It’s a pity that Feng Ping’s Qi is a little weak, and I’m afraid it won’t be able to break through Lu Ci’s body-protecting Ruyi Jin.
It seems like things are really getting heated. I need to prepare myself before anything goes wrong...
Then, he put his fingers together to form a sword, with a golden light mixed in his fingertips. The golden light spread and turned into two thin golden lines, which probed into the water along the ground. One appeared under Lu Ci's feet, and the other appeared under Feng Ping, ready to go. As long as he thought about it, he could pull the two apart.
This incident was caused by him, so he naturally couldn't let anyone get hurt.
On the court, the situation was exactly as Zhang Zhiwei had expected.
After several rounds of fighting, Lu Ci's palm suddenly burst with strength, and he actually grabbed Feng Ping's flaming sword, preventing him from moving forward.
"Your method isn't that great, is it?"
Lu Ci sneered, and Ruyi Power burst out from his palm, wrapped around the flaming knife, and meandered straight towards Feng Ping.
Feng Ping noticed it and took the initiative to disperse the flaming sword. While stepping on the flames and retreating, he waved his hand and two tongues of fire rushed towards Lu Ci's face.
Lu Ci raised both arms, used one hand to disperse the two flames, and slapped out with the other hand. Ruyi power penetrated his body, and he moved like a dragon and snake in the air, heading straight for Feng Ping in mid-air.
Seeing this, Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself, it seems I need to control the situation. Lü Ci's basic skills are much more solid than Feng Ping's. Even with such a strong fighting style, Feng Ping can hardly withstand it...
The golden thread emerged, about to pull the two people apart.
At the same time, the host Lu Jin could no longer sit still. He couldn't bear to see his friend get hurt, so he stuck the candied haws stick into the ground. The wooden stick went three-quarters into the ground and stayed firmly in the ground. Then, it flew towards Lu Ci.
As one of the four families, Lu Jin knew Lu Ci's methods. Ruyi Jin can bend and straight as desired, so it is not very effective to attack Qi Jin in the air because it will turn. If you want to intercept Ruyi Jin, it is best to attack Lu Ci himself.
On the shore, Lu Ci's brother Lu Ren watched with his hands folded, with no intention of taking action. After all, it was not his younger brother who was at a disadvantage, and it was Feng Ping who took action first. Even if the elders blamed them afterwards, they would still be right.
"Lu Jin, what do you mean? You want to take sides, right?"
On the water surface, seeing Lu Jin coming to stop him, Lu Ci stepped on the ground, and the power burst out from the soles of his feet, forming an impact force that pushed him backwards, avoiding Lu Jin who was rushing towards him. He pointed his hand and continued to control the Ruyi power in the air to hit Feng Ping.
"boom!"
There was a sudden sound of breaking air.
Just as the Ruyi Force was about to hit Feng Ping, a thin golden thread emerged from the water surface, wrapped around Feng Ping's feet, and was about to be pulled away.
Feng Ping's face swelled up uncontrollably, and restless flames burst out from his seven orifices, and then exploded.
The exploding flames gathered around Fengping's body, like a door. Fengping fell into the door, and his figure slowly dissipated like a flame swaying in the wind until it disappeared.
"boom!"
The Ruyi force passed through and hit the air.
"brush!"
The golden thread formed by the golden light also caught nothing.
I see, this is the Fire Escape Technique... Zhang Zhiwei's mind moved, he lifted the Golden Light Curse, and turned his head to look to the side.
Did it appear there?
Zhang Zhiwei's eyes fell on a brazier on the pleasure boat.
The flame in the brazier suddenly grew larger, with a few runes flickering faintly in it. After a series of changes, the thick red flame rolled into a ball, and a person jumped out of the ball. It was Feng Ping who had just disappeared.
Feng Ping stepped on the brazier and thought to himself, "That was a close call." Fortunately, he had prepared to perform a magic trick and placed a fire on the deck of the houseboat in advance, otherwise it would have been dangerous.
If I had been hit by Lu Ci's Ruyi Jin just now, I wouldn't have died, but I would have had to lie down for ten days or half a month.
"Damn mad dog, it's so powerful!"
Feng Ping looked at Lu Ci.
At this moment, Lu Ci and Lu Jin were confronting each other.
"Lu Jin!" Lu Ci demanded, "What do you mean?!"
"We are all friends. Harmony is the most important thing. Don't hurt the harmony!" Lu Jin said quickly.
"Did you hurt the relationship? This brat attacked me twice, and you didn't stop him. Every time I attacked, you stopped me. I think you're just looking for trouble. Come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds. Let me see the skills taught to you by the Great Ying Immortal of the Sanyi Sect!"
As he spoke, Lu Ci turned around and headed straight for Lu Jin who was standing by the waterway.
There is a reason why Lu Ci is called "Mad Dog". Of course, Lu Ci is not just crazy, he is also a little bit meticulous.
The reason why he attacked Lu Jin was that on the one hand he was really unhappy, and on the other hand he also wanted to test Lu Jin's bottom line.
The four major families in the alien world appear to be of the same blood on the surface, but there are actually undercurrents in the background. Lu Jin will be the opponent of his elder brother Lu Ren in the future. As a younger brother, it is only natural for him to use Ruyi Power to explore the way for his brother.
At this time, Lu Jin was about fifteen years old and had reached the third level of Ni Sheng. He was young and energetic. How could he avoid Lu Ci's provocation in public?
They immediately engaged in battle. Due to the control of strength, Lu Jin did not choose to fight with Lu Ci on the water, but on the shore.
Both of them are the best of the younger generation. When they fought, their series of moves were dazzling and attracted the admiration of those around them.
However, Zhang Zhiwei did not look there. He was staring at the brazier under Fengping's feet, thinking about something.
This feeling...is not so much a teleportation as it is more like escaping into a certain space in an instant and taking a short detour.
