He said it loud and clear, in a tone that was not shameful but rather proud of it.
The crowd was shocked. Even Feng Bujue's friends were stunned.
In the world of martial arts, saying "self-taught" was like saying "I have superpowers" to someone in the real world. When the phrase "self-taught" was said after "self-taught", it was enough to scare people to death.
"Hahahahaha …" Drunk Monk Lu San, who was leaning against the stairs and drinking, laughed loudly. "Good! What a great self-taught method! " The monk suddenly interrupted. "I've been in Jianghu for many years, and I've seen many famous people. Many people can't live up to their fame. I've also seen many people who talk big. Most of them are just people who blow their own trumpet. They're not worth mentioning." He took another swig of the wine in the jar and then raised his eyes to look at Feng Bujue. "Someone as unknown as Master Feng who is able to utter such shocking words … This is the first time I've met someone like you.
At this point, Lu San suddenly used the move "Flying Snake Offering Wine". One of his arms curled up and suddenly stretched out, a whirlwind like a whip spinning top acted on the wine jar in his arms.
"Monk, let me toast you!" With a low shout, the wine jar flew out of Lu San's arm and flew toward Feng Bujue.
Lu San looked rough and unrestrained, but he was actually very meticulous. He was not bad at scheming. This move of his had been carefully thought out. All the masters present could see that the high-speed spinning wine jar had hidden internal strength. It was impossible for ordinary people to block it.
If he could catch the wine jar in his arm, then Feng Bujue had to be an expert in internal energy, and if he could break the jar with brute force, then he had to be an expert in external kung fu. Of course, there was also the possibility that he would be hit directly … That would be very embarrassing.
Lu San's actions seemed to be looking for trouble, but in reality, he was helping Feng Bujue.
Because Brother Jue's words were too shocking, it could be said that the effect of mockery was outstanding, and everyone's aggro was instantly filled. Even the eminent monks of Shaolin, Scholar Renwu, and the Taoist priests of the Free and Unfettered Sect shook their heads one after another. Not to mention the leaders of the other sects, almost all of them showed a disdainful expression and sneered. As for the disciples of the lower sects and Jianghu wanderers, they could not bear to hear such arrogant words.
At this moment, if Lu San had not made the first move, it was likely that some second-rate Jianghu figure would have jumped out immediately and shouted something like, "Sir, you sure talk big. I'm so-and-so from a certain sect, and I'd like to learn from you." Then, they would have stepped forward and exchanged two blows with Brother Jue.
Lu San knew very well that the weaker a person's martial arts was, the more they did not know how to control their strength. It was fine if it was a first-class martial artist, but he was afraid that a few second-class or third-class bastards would appear and attack viciously, hurting people's bones.
Now that the Drunken Monk had spoken, the juniors present, or those who knew their kung fu was inferior to the Drunken Monk, no longer dared to make a move. With a first-class martial artist like him testing the waters, everyone just had to watch.
Lu San's own thought was … If Brother Feng could block the wine jar, that would be the best. Others would see his real kung fu and would not cause trouble for him. If he could not block it, this move of mine would not seriously injure him. At that time, he would feel ashamed and leave.
That was a good idea …
However, Feng Bujue's reaction was once again beyond everyone's expectations.
When the Drunken Monk laughed, Feng Bujue realized what this NPC was going to do. So, he immediately took out Death Poker and hid it in his palm, preparing to defend himself. No matter how the other party attacked, Feng Bujue would use the same strategy to deal with all changes. Anyway, when faced with a slightly stronger attack, he only had the [Shield "Card"] as a safety measure.
At this moment, the wine jar flew through the air and arrived in the blink of an eye.
But only a crackling sound was heard …
That wine jug shattered, shattering in midair. It was as if it had crashed into a wall of air. The wine inside splashed out, but it did not pass through the invisible barrier.
Feng Bujue sat in his chair without moving. He held the teacup in one hand and the other hand dangled "naturally" under the table. From the beginning to the end, his expression was calm.
When the wine jar crashed into the glowing force field, Feng Bujue turned to look at it from the corner of his eyes. The next second, he suddenly reached out and extended the teacup in his hand. At this moment, the [Shield "Card"] disappeared. Feng Bujue reached out and used the cup to catch the wine that was splashing down. Then, he pretended to hold the cup in front of him.
"This master is really generous." Feng Bujue looked at the wine cup in front of him. "He said he wanted to give me a toast, but in the end, he gave me a jar." He smiled. "But I am not good at drinking, so this cup is enough." Then, he drank the small cup of wine in one gulp.
The whole place was silent …
When the experts saw this scene, they all sucked in a breath of cold air. They all asked the same question in their hearts: What kind of martial arts was that?
Even though Si Yanran had already experienced this move last night, she still couldn't see through it when she looked at it again.
"In terms of Inner Qi cultivation … those whose Qi is sluggish can be said to have achieved mastery through a comprehensive study; those who can release Qi can be said to have reached the point of perfection; those who can transform Qi into form can be said to have reached the peak …" Suddenly, a gentle voice narrated in an unhurried manner. The rhythm of the narration was just enough to be heard by everyone present.
When the voice fell, everyone looked towards the direction of the voice. Their eyes focused on a seat in the corner of the inn.
Feng Bujue also looked up and saw a twenty year old purple clothed woman sitting alone. At first glance, this woman had a delicate body and a beautiful appearance. Her skin was white as snow and jade like face. But if one looked carefully, one could say that she was like a flower and the moon, dignified and elegant. This was especially true for her eyes. Her charming eyes were like drops of autumn water, making it hard for anyone to forget her after a single glance. As the saying goes, "Beautiful in one's imagination," this was probably just it.
This woman was called Mu Rong Yin. She was known as the Fairy from beyond the clouds in the jianghu. Although her skills could only be considered first-rate, her knowledge of martial arts was extremely profound. Everyone in the jianghu said that if anyone could marry this young lady from the Mu Rong family, not only would they have great luck, they would also have half a master. However, it was also because of this reason that Mu Rong Yin had not married even though she was already twenty-five years old. If someone came to propose marriage, she would directly send them away. If someone wanted to get close to her, she would stay away. After all, people's hearts were sinister. She could not tell who was sincere and who had ulterior motives, so she simply rejected all of them.
"… … And this young hero Feng's martial arts are at an even higher level." Mu Rong Yin continued what she had just said. "Qi can be controlled outside the body, and the Qi can be golden. It can turn nothing into something, and it can gather and disperse as it pleases … "She looked straight at Feng Bujue and met his eyes." It has been three hundred years since someone with this kind of inner energy cultivation has appeared in the jianghu … I didn't think that I would be lucky enough to see it today. I am impressed, very impressed! "
Feng Bujue was overjoyed when he heard this. This beautiful woman was too awesome. Originally, he thought that his bluff would take some effort to achieve its effect, but he did not expect someone to take the initiative to cooperate with him. Furthermore, her words were so clear and logical that even he himself was a little stunned.
As expected, Mu Rong Yin's words instantly hoodwinked everyone. This was a rather interesting phenomenon. When something strange happened, and no one knew what the truth was, suddenly, a person who was usually quite reliable came out to express his personal opinion. Then, regardless of whether the opinion was correct or not, it would most likely become the publicly acknowledged truth …
Gong Sun Qian, who was standing closest to Feng Bujue, was completely dumbfounded. Originally, he had only been suspicious about the golden force field. But now, he was certain that this Master Feng before him was truly an unparalleled master!
"Hahaha … Girl Mu Rong, you are quite knowledgeable! I knew this kid was not as simple as he seemed. " Meng Jiu's laughter rang out. No one knew when he had appeared, but he was sitting on the threshold of the inn, leaning against the door frame and drinking.
It was common knowledge that this leader of the Beggar's Sect would wait at the entrance of the village every night. When the crowd heard him say that he was not as simple as he seemed, they filled in the gaps in their minds. It was as if Master Feng had already fought with Meng Jiu for three hundred rounds when he came to town last night, and in the end, he even won by hiding his true strength.
As Meng Jiu laughed, he yelled at Lu San, who was far away, "Monk Lu! You screwed up! Hahaha … What a waste of that jar of wine of yours! "
Lu San was a straightforward person, and what happened just now did not make him lose face. In fact, it made him look good, so he laughed as well. "Hahaha … Old beggar! I am not as stingy as you! To be able to witness something like this, what is a jar of wine? "
Meng Jiu's appearance and his conversation with Lu San once again broke the short silence of the martial artists. The chatter in the guest hall rang out again. Everyone was talking, and the focus was now on the five people from Broken Sword Chahitsu. As for the stupid incident at Thousand Dawn Spire, it had long been forgotten.
At this moment, another person on the second floor of the inn spoke.
"I was wondering why it was so lively … So, it's because an important guest has arrived." The man who spoke was a white-robed swordsman. He looked to be less than forty years old, and he had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. "Master Feng …" He leaped lightly and took two steps in the air. He jumped from the second floor to Feng Bujue's table and stood firmly. "I have been waiting for a long time."
"Do I know you?" Feng Bujue looked at him and asked.
As soon as he said that, it caused another commotion.
"What … He said he doesn't know Lin Chang?" "The strongest of the Ye family's Six Flowery Blades, and he said he doesn't know him?" "What is this Feng kid up to this time?"
It was normal for the people to be shocked because the person who was talking to Feng Bujue was the leader of the Ye family's Six Flowery Blades. Compared to Gong Sun Qian and Ji Tong, his kung fu was probably better. Among the swordsmen, excluding Xie San and Ye Cheng, he should be the third. Of course, there was still a huge gap between him and the other two.
"Haha …" Lin Chang smiled and bowed. "I am Lin Chang, Blue Sky Sword. I have been waiting for Master Feng for a long time. Do you mind if I invite the heroes of Broken Sword Chahitsu to come upstairs for a chat?"
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