The garden is not very big, but there are many flowers and plants planted inside. It is blooming at this time, with fragrance everywhere, and the colorful flowers are competing for beauty.

There were several pavilions built in the garden, which were already full of people. The pavilions were put on fruits, snacks, etc. early. Zhang Kaifeng and the other two came here, and several sharp eyes were shot like swords, some were hostile, and some were curious.

Seeing that a pavilion was still empty, Zhang Kaifeng and the other two walked towards that place, just as they were about to enter the pavilion.

There was murderous aura, a murderous aura came towards them, and then a boy stood in front of them and said, "My master has already booked here. When my master's friend is coming, you can leave!"

Although this boy is not old, his skills are not weak. He speaks arrogantly and doesn't take them seriously at all.

Others who already had people looked at the pavilion, and they naturally understood that this was a provocation and proved the strong, but they would not stop them. They could watch a good show at the beginning of the banquet, and no one would refuse, and even wanted to find out the details of Zhang Kaifeng and the other two.

"Is that so? This is not opened by your master, right?" Lin Chengdao asked.

"Of course not!" The boy frowned, but then he drank: "I think people like you who come in by chance are not strong enough, so they are naturally not qualified to sit there."

"Get out!" The boy was very arrogant.

"I'm so ignorant at such a young age. Is your master teaching you this way?" Kou Feisheng was angry.

"Shut up, you don't have that qualification." The boy shouted coldly.

"Is it strong enough?" Zhang Kaifeng's eyes appeared after pondering, and he smiled: "I am sure I am strong enough, so I am qualified to sit there."

I am sure I am strong enough. This sentence is not loud, but it is clearly heard by everyone. Many people are surprised. Is this arrogant or confident, and really has the strength of a strong person.

While the boy was still stunned, Zhang Kaifeng and the other two had already walked past him and sat inside the pavilion.

"You are looking for death!" The boy's face turned red with anger, and he jumped up and slashed at Zhang Kaifeng's palm.

Zhang Kaifeng and the other two remained unchanged, as if they had not seen the sharp palm pounce. The boy was furious. The three of them were ignoring him, their skills were urging, and their fierce energy swept out.

Finally, the three of them turned their heads, and Zhang Kaifeng's scabbard was stabbed forward simply. The seemingly ordinary scabbard was unstoppable for the boy who took action, so he could only follow up.

With a touch, the boy was knocked back, and a scorching stinging sensation came from his palm, but these were nothing, but the laughter of others seemed to be slapped in his face.

The boy was lifted up again as soon as he landed, and he slashed out his majestic palm again. The rolling palm was like a river flowing. This boy was very strong, much stronger than some young warriors in the world. However, when he met Zhang Kaifeng, he came out and found a famous person.

Zhang Kaifeng used the sword-drawing technique, and the scabbard flew and the buzzing wind kept buzzing, which made the boy's moves disappear invisible and could not jump into the thunder pool at all. He slammed out his sharp palm, and his fierce palm swept like a crazi wave. He wanted to attack over the scabbard. However, Zhang Kaifeng's own aura pulled the scabbard, and the scabbard was nowhere to be found every time. The moves were the simplest basic sword moves. Slide, slide, and slash seemed ordinary, but they all perfectly blocked the boy's attack, making him unable to make any progress.

"Sword-induced art! One of the most widely circulated moves in the world, but this person can control it so cleverly. His inner breath is too thick. Most people have been drained and cannot be used for a long time." The devil's eyes showed interest.

Daojue from Tiandao Gate put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Just just by storing swordsmanship can restrain the boy. This person has not revealed much martial arts, so he is deliberately keeping it."

"Do you intend to keep it? Is he another identity?" Ru Sheng frowned, but he couldn't remember who had such strength. In his opinion, the boy's strength was definitely the best among the younger generation of warriors. His realm cultivation has reached the first level of refining essence into qi. Who can do that except for the few geniuses present?

The boy wanted to rush over, and he was wandering with his body skills, constantly attacking Zhang Kaifeng from several directions. However, the sword in front of Zhang Kaifeng made a buzzing sound, and the sword sheath smashed towards the boy as usual. There was no fear on the boy's face, but instead showed a cruel smile. His body seemed to have no bones, like a snake, swimming across the sword sheath and rushing out with an arm.

"Golden Snake Wire Hands!" Zhang Kaifeng whispered, but he did not move at all. There were not many people in the martial arts world who could practice it. Moreover, this kind of martial arts is lost. It is said that practice is extremely difficult. You need to practice in a special way from the age of four. There is a sentence in the martial arts world to describe this martial arts. Life is worse than death, and it is as difficult as a snake.

Faced with such dangerous martial arts, even Linchengdao and Kou Fei who had already sat down did not take any action. They were still tasting snacks and didn't care about Zhang Kaifeng's life or death.

"Die!"

The boy's hideous face was like a beast, and its fangs were already placed on the neck of the prey, just waiting for his sharp teeth to break through the blood vessels of the prey. He was excited that he could avenge his previous shame and let those guys who laughed at him die tragically under his hands.

"It's so stupid! Do I think I can't see this trick?" Zhang Kaifeng sneered. After the boy gave up the frontal attack and attacked in a wandering manner, he paid attention. After discovering that the connection between his qi and the scabbard became weaker, he went with the flow and saw what trick he was doing. Unexpectedly, it was such a trick.

Hearing Zhang Kaifeng sneer, the boy suddenly felt the heavy wind coming from behind him, blowing his long hair up. It was a whirlpooling sound, the scabbard flying back, and the target was the back of his head. When the Golden Snake Silk Hand was practiced to a high level, the whole person's body would have the flexibility of a snake. He was useless for ordinary martial arts attacks, but his head was the weakness of the Golden Snake Silk Hand. It requires a single blow to kill against such people.

"Don't think about it!" The boy moved his internal strength and slashed out from behind, trying to blow the sword sheath away, while he himself quickly stepped forward.

"I can't get it!" Zhang Kaifeng sneered, as if responding to his voice. A heavy force suddenly burst out from the scabbard. This force was full of destructive power, breaking the palm power.

"No! You can't kill me, otherwise my master won't let you go." The boy finally felt fear. He didn't want to die, or he felt that the power on the scabbard was enough to destroy him, just like the originally silent stream turned into a flood at this moment, which he could not resist.

"Stop!" Suddenly, an angry shout sounded. The person came was Wu Yu, the genius of Ziyang Sect. He shot it out with one palm, and the target was the scabbard. He wanted to knock the scabbard away and protect the boy.

"Can you do it?" After seeing Wu Yu from Ziyang Gate, Zhang Kaifeng's murderous intent rose sharply and activated the remaining energy in the sword sheath. A energy exploded instantly.

"ah!"

The qi explosion at such a close distance was also stimulated by the scabbard, which contained the vague component of the sword energy. The boy screamed on the spot. Although Wu Yu took action to disrupt the trajectory of the scabbard, the bones of his left arm were broken, and bright red blood was flowing. If Wu Yu hadn't blocked some of it, his entire arm would have been destroyed as soon as possible and quickly sealed the boy's acupoint to stop the blood.

"So brave!" Wu Yu was furious. He was a master on the talent list. Who wouldn't give him some face? Now Zhang Kaifeng did this to obviously break up.

After being furious, there was a burst of murderous aura. Just as he was about to take action, the scabbard was smashed with a heavy force in front of him. At the moment of shock, a dazzling fire appeared on Wu Yu's palm and he caught the scabbard with one hand. His silk was not moving, but a wave of air appeared behind him.

Two qi forces were fighting in the air. Zhang Kaifeng's scabbard and Wu Yu's palm force were blazing with the fiery breath of palm force. Wu Yu is worthy of being a master on the talent list. His internal strength is indeed extraordinary. The fiery breath made the scabbard red. It was because it was too hot that made the scabbard like this.

"I'll have a chance!" Youming looked at the scene.

"You think they will win." The yellow oriole-like voice sounded, and the blood spirit stretched out his waist lazily and asked.

"Hehe, I think it's Wu Yu!" Youming said without hesitation: "What do you think of the Demon?"

"He!" The always cold demon didn't say much, pointing at Zhang Kaifeng.

"It's rare! You two can actually have different opinions." Xue Ling was surprised and said, "Since the demon has chosen that kid, I will follow you!"

"Let's wait and see!" Youming laughed.

On the scene, two internal forces are in conflict, and the internal force magnetic field is formed invisibly. The fallen leaves fall on the field and penetrate the field and fall silently on the ground. Half of the leaves is burned and the other half is torn to pieces.

"The winner is about to be decided!" Youming sighed.

"Dong!"

With the sound of palm strength, Zhang Kaifeng's sword sheath was shaken out, and Wu Yu's eyes became louder and he leaned forward. His breath hit the surroundings, alarming the flowers and plants in the garden and constantly shaking.

However, the hilt of the sword on the backward flying scabbard slid down from it. The physical inertia that seemed to be accustomed to caused Wu Yu's expression to change drastically. He suddenly stepped back. He was extremely fast and he quickly withdrew from the pavilion.
Chapter completed!