Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

"How could this be?" Nie Fengyuan was surprised. His swordsmanship could be learned from Japan's top kendo masters. Although he only learned a little bit, it is not something ordinary people can resist.

Seeing that Zhuo Bufan was fine, Zhong Yilan secretly breathed a sigh of relief with a trace of lightness on his brows.

"Okay, come again." Nie Fengyuan clenched the hilt of the sword, took a step forward with his right foot, his wrist shook, this time the sharp point of the sword pierced the air, and pulled out three silver sword flowers, blocking all Zhuo Bufan's escape routes. Jianfeng came oncoming.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "Boring."

After all, he raised his hand and slashed down directly with the most common sword technique. The eyes of the others showed contempt. Only those who don't know how to play fencing would slash recklessly, without any technical content.

However, the pupils of Nie Fengyuan in the mask had already dilated, and he could not block or dodge this sword, because he felt that he had been enveloped by the sword energy. This familiar feeling was only when he was studying in Japan, when he was studying with his master. I've seen it once.

"Soldiers!"

This ordinary sword fell slowly, directly knocking the foil in Nie Fengyuan's hand onto the carpet, chopping straight down, and finally stopped suddenly when it landed one centimeter above the hood.

Nie Fengyuan's hands and feet were stiff, his forehead and neck were covered with cold sweat, and his pupils were wide-eyed.

He had a premonition that if Zhuo Bufan really chopped off the foil, the shield above his head would not be able to stop him at all, and he even felt the fear brought by the breath of death just now.

The audience was silent, and everyone looked at Nie Fengyuan in disbelief.

How could Young Master Nie lose?

"He doesn't know how to fencing at all, he chops horizontally and vertically like a reckless man, and has no artistic skills." A girl said disdainfully.

Zhang Mengmeng and Zhong Ya also had the same thought in their hearts. Fencing is an elegant sport popular among nobles in the upper class. You are like a butcher, cutting horizontally and vertically. So what if you win?

Seeing that Zhuo Bufan didn't know how to fencing, others saw that although he won, the disdain in their eyes became even stronger.

"Young Master Nie, are you alright?" Zhang Yong frowned, walked up quickly in two steps, stared at Zhuo Bufan like lightning and said, "Young Master Zhuo, let's stop the sparring, you almost hurt Young Master Nie, do you know?"

Zhuo Bufan snorted coldly and said:

"I didn't even wear protective gear. When he came over with a sword, he wanted to beat me to pieces. I just knocked down his foil and didn't hurt him. Do you only allow state officials to set fire and not allow people to light lamps?"

"Master Zhuo, I, Nie Fengyuan, admit defeat." Nie Fengyuan took off the shield, and a faint sternness flashed in the depths of his pupils.

After speaking, Nie Fengyuan turned around and left the club with a group of people. Zhang Mengmeng hesitated for a moment, and followed with two classmates.

Zhong Yilan took Zhuo Bufan's arm, smiled like a flower, and said: "Who, you can't afford to lose, and you call yourself a rich man, you don't have a bit of tolerance. But speaking of it, I was really worried about you just now, you really didn't Learned fencing?"

"I haven't learned it before. It's just some fancy fists and embroidered legs. The moves are gorgeous, but my strength and speed are faster than him. This is the true meaning of martial arts." Zhuo Bufan said lightly.

"What is the truth, have you learned martial arts?" Zhong Yilan didn't know anything about these things.

Zhuo Bufan explained: "For example, your martial arts is advanced, but when facing a tank, its strength is stronger than yours, and its defense is higher than yours. What do you use to fight it?"

"Oh, so that's the case." Zhong Yilan pointed to her white chin and said, "But thank you for helping me a lot today."

at this moment.

There were four men sitting in a box in the hotel.

Zhong Shousong sat firmly on the sofa, and the old housekeeper bowed slightly and waited beside him. He was wearing a black long gown and raised his short hair. Looking carefully at his standing posture, he actually landed on the front of his feet, with his heels slightly undulating on the ground, standing like riding a horse. At first glance, he is a master of martial arts.

Opposite him sat a young man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a high-end custom-made suit by Armani, showing his elegant manners, his tall and straight figure, coupled with his somewhat handsome face, would definitely make many women scream.

This young man is Cao Simiao, the nephew of the richest man in Xuzhou. Even Zhong Shousong wanted to be polite to him and meet him in person.

And sitting beside Cao Simiao was an old man in a Tang suit, with white hair, a thin face, and a slender face occasionally showing a trace of brilliance in his slightly opened eyes. The old butler has been sizing him up for a long time, but he can't see the clue.

"Mr. Zhong, today is your big birthday. My uncle didn't have time to come here, so he specially asked me to come here to celebrate Mr. Zhong's birthday." Cao Simiao smiled lightly, showing the demeanor of a family member in both his actions and expressions.

Zhong Shousong was a little flattered and said: "Cao's richest man is busy with work, and it is also a blessing for me to be able to remember my birthday."

Cao Simiao smiled lightly: "Actually, I have one more thing to discuss with Mr. Zhong when I come here today."

"Oh, I don't know what it is?" Zhong Shousong frowned slightly, with suspicion in his eyes.

Cao You’s companies have been listed on the exchange one after another, and they are now the richest man in Xuzhou, with assets worth tens of billions. Although their Zhong family is also a famous family, they are only a third-tier family after all, and they can still find two-handed trees in Xuzhou. The Zhong family and the Cao family didn't have much communication, Cao Simiao came here in person today, which also surprised him.

"The one next to me is Mr. Gu, who comes from an ancient sect. He is proficient in yin and yang and gossip. He is a master of feng shui, and more importantly, he is a master of feng shui." Cao Simiao looked at the old man beside him and introduced.

Zhong Shousong arched his hands and said: "Ancient."

Gu Gu just nodded lightly, with a big gesture, the butler standing next to Zhong Shousong couldn't see it, and snorted coldly: "What Feng Shui master, can't it be a trick of pretending to be a ghost?"

Cao Simiao's face suddenly changed. Zhong Shousong frowned and shouted angrily: "Old Li, don't be rude, this is Mr. Cao's guest, do you have a place to speak here?"

"My lord, I'm just telling the truth. I also know a few Fengshui masters in Xuzhou. They are all pretending to be gods and tricks. I'm just afraid that Mr. Cao will be deceived." The old housekeeper said without saying a word.

Cao Simiao laughed and said, "Master Zhong, your housekeeper is also kind, but Master Gu is a real Fengshui master."

"Really? I don't know what's the real ability?" The old butler obviously disdainful.

Gu Gu suddenly opened his eyes, a ray of green light radiated from his pupils, and with a wave of his hand, suddenly two green lights shot out from his cuffs, shooting away like arrows without feathers. Before the old housekeeper could react, he was struck by two When the green light hit, the whole person flew out, and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.