"Your appearance in the NPC's perspective will be adjusted by the system to fit the scenario's setting."
When Feng Bujue reached the spot where Bai Dian was killed in the introductory cinematic, the system announcement appeared in his ears. Brother Jue naturally understood that he had entered the NPC's line of sight, and the announcement was proof of that.
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue lowered his head to look at Bai Dian's body. The moonlight shone on the body's ghastly features.
"Senior, if I pretend that I don't know you're hiding nearby, will you let me pass just like that?" Feng Bujue suddenly asked. His voice was not loud, but it was clear that he was not talking to himself. His tone was neither servile nor overbearing, but the way he addressed the old man could be considered polite.
"Since you've already spoken to me, it proves that not only do you know that I'm nearby, you also know the answer to this question." The old man's reply drifted through the wind, and it was hard to tell where it came from.
Feng Bujue laughed mockingly. "Can't I be lying to you?"
The voice was silent, and there was no answer.
"When I arrived here, I found a body lying on the ground. The victim was wounded by a hidden weapon, and the wound was at the back of his neck. With a cursory glance, this wound alone was fatal, so it was most likely caused by a sneak attack. The killer used only a bamboo stick, which goes to show how powerful his internal energy is. " Feng Bujue continued. "Therefore, I opened my mouth to test whether the killer is still nearby. Is that reasonable?"
The old man replied through voice transmission, "Then how do you know I'm your senior?"
"It's very simple. I'm still young, and most of the people in Jiang Hu are my seniors." Feng Bujue smiled. "Furthermore, senior, the way you killed someone with a bamboo stick doesn't look like something a young man would use. Without powerful internal energy, one wouldn't be able to pull off something like that."
Actually, Feng Bujue had been talking nonsense so far. He was merely using the information he got from the introductory cinematic to deal with this NPC.
"Hmph … It doesn't matter if you're lying to me or not … It doesn't change anything." The old man replied. "Go back." He still gave this sentence, the same sentence that Tanhua heard before he died.
"Can I ask what kind of person is qualified to pass?" Feng Bujue asked.
The other party's answer was only one word: "Expert."
"Could it be that this dead man beside my feet isn't an expert?"
"Yes, but he is a member of the Imperial Court." The old man paused. "So not only can he not pass, he must die."
"I'm not from the imperial court, and I'm considered an expert," Feng Bujue said. "In that case, I should be able to pass, right?"
"Ha … Hahaha … Hahaha …" The old man laughed out loud, his laughter echoing all around.
Suddenly, a shadow flashed out from the forest. An old man in a blue robe appeared several meters before Feng Bujue.
The old man looked to be in his seventies. His hair and beard were all white, but his back was straight. He did not look kind, but he did not look like an evil person either. "Little brother, why don't you tell your friends to come out as well?"
Feng Bujue played dumb. "What friends?"
"I'm not as clever as you, and I'm not interested in tricking you," the old man said. The old man continued, "I know that you have four accomplices who are searching for my whereabouts in the dark, and you are here to attract my attention …"
"Fine, fine …" Seeing that he had been exposed, Feng Bujue turned around and shouted, "Come out, we've been discovered."
Xiao Tan's group of four walked out from the forest. Laughing Soul was still holding the MP5, and the barrel was pointed at the old man. She looked like she was ready to fire at any moment. Since he had no idea what that was, the old man did not pay it much attention.
"By the way, they are all experts as well." Feng Bujue's tone did not sound like he was lying.
"Ha … Even though I'm old, my eyesight is not that bad. Look at your steps, movement, presence, and so on … "The old man shook his head with a smile." You kids … don't know any kung fu, do you? " He had confidence in that observation, and that was why he dared to show himself. "Go back. Chang Lin Town is not a place for you to visit. Even the veterans who have been in the martial world for decades might not be able to survive until the night of the duel. "
"Senior, we're going there to watch the duel, not to participate in it. It's their business that the 'veterans' like to have friendly matches in town. They can even have cage fights. We just need to stay out of it," Feng Bujue said.
The other party did not understand most of what he said. The old man was stunned for a few seconds before replying, "Haha … You guys really don't know anything. The matters of the martial arts world are not as simple and naive as you think." He took several steps forward to stand before Feng Bujue. He looked at the thin Brother Bujue. "Furthermore, with your body, I'm afraid you won't even be able to defeat a street performer. Even if you've seen the duel of the Blade God, what can you tell? "
"I told you I'm an expert. Senior, why don't you believe me?" Feng Bujue replied.
The old man's expression seemed to say, 'You're being unreasonable.' He shook his head. "Then why don't you tell me your name?" He pointed at the body on the ground. "If you're not as famous as this Jade-Faced Tanhua, you'd better go back now. Don't stay here and embarrass yourself."
Feng Bujue's lips curled into a smile, and he scoffed. "Humph …" This was his forte. "I am … the man who punched Guang Liang, kicked Su Hang, swung his sword through the three Qins, dominated the northern frontier, washed Dongying with blood, and was undefeatable in China. People call me the Unpredictable Madman … the leader of Broken Sword Chahitsu, Feng Bujue." After saying all that shamelessly, he still had not had enough, so he gave the old man the title of the poem. "Thank you for the love of my friends in the martial world. Here's a poem for you — I laugh at the sea, watching thousands of soldiers break through, I plan the universe and calculate karma. Without feeling or fear, I'm not a ghost, not a god, but a demon. "
The old man was shocked. One, he had not heard of an organization called Broken Sword Chahitsu, and two, he had not heard of a person called Feng Bujue. However, the long list of titles did not sound like something that was made up on the spot. In any case, if it was the old man himself, he would not have been able to come up with something like that.
"You …" The old man was speechless. He had been certain that these five people were not that good at kung fu, but after being tricked by Feng Bujue, he started to waver.
Atobe-sama was equally shocked. He thought that Feng Bujue would come up with some random nickname that was commonly seen in wuxia novels, but he did not expect the man to come up with such a long list. Furthermore, the content was off the charts. Compared to this title, the so-called Third Flower of the Jade Face Competition was nothing.
"Oh, by the way, I still haven't asked for senior's name." Feng Bujue clasped his fist.
"I'm just a servant; my name is not worth mentioning," the old man replied. He seemed to have realized something, so he added, "Little brother, you are indeed clever and eloquent, but the title of an expert is not for show."
"I understand, but senior still doesn't believe me," Feng Bujue said. "I'll show you what I've got." At that moment, he was thinking, Old man … If not for the fact that you appear to be related to the main storyline, I wouldn't waste my time talking to you. If you insist on not letting me pass, then I'll have to treat you to a bullet …
Feng Bujue took half a step back. "Senior, how about you take one of my attacks?"
"One attack, even if it's ten or a hundred attacks …" Before the old man could finish his sentence, Chen Ge interrupted him.
Feng Bujue used the opportunity to activate his title skill, Taaaa! The skill he chose was a fighting skill.
Feng Bujue knew that he would be able to use something, but he didn't know what it would be …
The old man saw that Feng Bujue was about to attack, so he didn't dare to be careless. No one could be sure that this young man was not hiding his internal energy and was planning to play the pig to eat the tiger …
The old man used seventy percent of his power and raised his palm to meet the attack.
With a bang, Feng Bujue clashed with the old man's palm, and then he stumbled back five steps. Only he knew that in that exchange, he had lost thirty percent of his Life Points. Thankfully, the old man only used his palm to defend and didn't push forward, or else Feng Bujue would be in danger.
"This …" Although the old man didn't move from his original spot, he revealed a shocked expression. His palm was already crimson red and it was burning as if it was an iron brand.
"Activating a fire elemental skill, huh … Not bad." Feng Bujue appeared calm on the surface. "It's just a small trick."
The old man placed his hands behind his back. "Hmm … I didn't think I would be so blind today." He moved to the side. "Young heroes, please."
"Eh? Senior, aren't you going to test the kung fu of my friends? "Feng Bujue pointed at Atobe-sama." Look at that sissy, he looks so weak. "
"Hey!" Atobe expressed his dissatisfaction at this man's betrayal of his teammates.
The old man pretended not to hear the second half of Feng Bujue's sentence and replied calmly, "There's no need. I believe these four are not to be underestimated. Master Feng, please. "Even the way he addressed Feng Bujue had changed.
"The old man seems to have been stunned by me. Looks like the skill I used earlier was very powerful …" Feng Bujue said. "No wonder it used up three hundred Stamina Points and thirty Spirit Points."
"Thank you, senior," Feng Bujue said as he winked at his teammates, signaling for them to start moving.
After the five walked down the path, the old man raised his palm to his eyes and said darkly, "Broken Sword Chahitsu's Master, humph … This kid is full of nonsense, but his attacks are indeed powerful." He adjusted his breathing, as if trying to suppress the pain in his hand. "If he was a man in his forties, that palm strike just now wouldn't have been much. It's nothing more than the palm strength of a virgin boy who had trained hard for thirty years. But this kid is only in his early twenties. To be able to deliver such a powerful attack, there is no other explanation other than pure Yang internal energy …
Hah … I wonder when so many powerful characters appeared in the martial world. Looks like the experts attracted by the master's duel, be it in terms of skill or number, have far exceeded our expectations … "
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