1129: C1129 Chen's New Style

C1129 Chen's New Style

"That's hard to say." Qin Mingyue had never seen two people fight before, so it was hard to say who would win.

"I think it's probably a draw." At this time, Wendu answered.

Actually, when Wendu said this, he wasn't too sure about it either. One had a strong attack but weak defense, while the other had an invincible defense but low attack. It was hard to say who would win.

The two of them stood on opposite sides of the lawn, looking at each other. Their eyes also turned serious.

This was because they knew that their opponents weren't simple characters.

"Shua!"

Chen Feifann's clothes moved without any wind, just like a martial arts expert on TV. In a split-second, 12 swords floated behind him.

"Ah!" Seeing such a situation, Wen Ya screamed, "Wow, that's too cool! It's even better than the one on TV!

After hearing that, Wendu frowned, he glanced at Wen Ya and said: "Can the TV show compare to the reality of the situation? Isn't there a saying, that fairy tales are all lies? "

"A little." Elegant and speechless, she could only stick out her tongue at Wendu.

Opposite Chen Feifann, Wuhua's face was even more serious. He closed his eyes and put his palms together. For a moment, his body was covered in golden light.

"Wow!" Qin Mingyue shouted, "Don't tell me he wants to become a Buddha?"

After hearing that, Wuhua was very happy. However, Qin Mingyue's next sentence almost made him angry.

Qin Mingyue asked doubtfully, "We can't become buddhas. If he really is a monk, how could he drink and eat meat?"

"Pfft!"

Qin Mingyue's voice wasn't soft when she said this. Almost everyone here heard it, especially Chen Feifann, who was standing opposite Wuhua. He finally tensed up because this sentence was relaxed again.

"Bring it on!" Wuhua shouted. He was ready.

"Alright!" Chen Feifann nodded. He pointed with his right hand and a knife behind him flew towards Wuhua.

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing that the intense battle was about to begin, Wendu stood up at the most unsuitable program.

"What's wrong, boss?" Chen Feifann let the flying knife return to his hands.

"I told you, if the lawn breaks, you two will be responsible for fixing it." Wendu said.

"Alright, boss." With that, Chen Feifann looked at Wuhua, "Wuhua, how about a bet?"

"What kind of bet?" Wuhua asked.

"Who lost, who's in charge of fixing the lawn?"

"Alright."

Just as the two of them were about to make a move, Qin Mingyue's words reached their ears.

"I don't think Wuhua is a monk. Look at him gambling."

"Ah!" Wuhua could not take it anymore and rushed towards Chen Feifann.

Black Turtle was a real monk. Wuhua had just entered his door. Although Wuhua was bald, he was not a real monk.

In fact, Wuhua never ate meat and drank wine when he was young. However, when he grew up, he would no longer care about himself, so it didn't matter even if he drank and ate meat.1

But today, Qin Mingyue was always concerned about whether he was a monk or not. No matter who it was, they did not want others to mention their dark history.

"He actually rushed over! That's exactly what I wanted!" Chen Feifann laughed and waved his two hands. Eighty-eight of the twelve throwing knives behind him flew out, forming a gossipy state as they charged towards Wu Tie.

"This is an extraordinary new move, right?" Seeing such a situation, Wendu smiled. He wanted to see what kind of powerful moves his Grand Master had taught Chen Feifann.

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