Bao Butong faced his three brothers and two sisters. With his many years of relationship with them, he definitely could not vent his anger on them because of such a trivial matter.
However, this little monk was so blind. Initially, when he first saw him, he saw that at such a young age, he had already made Sister A'Zhu like him so much, making him unhappy.
Now, he actually dared to join in the jeering with his brothers and sisters, making Bao Butong's dislike of Lu Feng even more unbearable.
Bao Butong asked Sister A'Zhu.
"Sister A'Zhu, where did this little monk come from?”
A'Zhu was feeling a little resentful that Lu Feng had exposed her disguise yesterday.
His eyes could not help but move as he added fuel to the fire.
"This little monk is amazing. He only calls Master Xuan Bei, who is from the Xuan generation, his uncle. I'm afraid the seniority in Shaolin Temple is not low.”
Hearing A'Zhu's words, Bao Butong immediately made up his mind. Regardless of whether you were from Shaolin or Beggar's Sect, Bao Butong had never been afraid of anyone. Of course, old mister Murong Bo was an exception.
Then, his heart skipped a beat. Bao Butong thought to himself.
"At such a young age, he must only be a little more senior in Shaolin Temple. This monk's martial arts attainments must not be very good?”
Thinking of this, Bao Butong's confidence in sparring with Lu Feng was greatly boosted.
He cupped his hands towards Lu Feng.
"Little Master, since you have nothing better to do, why don't you let Old Bao experience the ingenuity of Shaolin Temple's martial arts?”
Lu Feng's smiling expression changed again and again, and he immediately became silent.
When Bao Butong saw this, he thought that Lu Feng was afraid of him and responded to his suggestion with silence. Therefore, he mocked Lu Feng even more brazenly.
"Oh, I forgot. Little Master is so young. I think you don't know much about Shaolin martial arts.”
Bao Butong thought that Lu Feng was afraid and teased him.
Lu Feng's smiling face darkened after being teased by Bao Butong.
In his previous life, Lu Feng did not hate Bao Butong.
However, Bao Butong's inexplicable provocation made him a little unhappy.
When A'Zhu saw the expressions of the two of them, she felt that things had somewhat exceeded her expectations. At this moment, she could not help but want to say a few words to ease the current conflict between the two of them.
When Bao Butong saw Lu Feng's expression, he felt that the little monk in front of him was just like what he had thought. He was just a show-off. He did not receive the profound martial arts teachings of Shaolin Temple and only knew how to use his mouth to deceive little girls like A'Zhu and Wang Yuyan.
Without waiting for A'Zhu to speak, Bao Butong continued to mock Lu Feng.
"If little master is afraid, then shout three times in front of your Third Brother Boson.”
"The so-called martial arts of the world come from Shaolin is just empty talk.”
Lu Feng stood up angrily from the stool, even though he was a little shorter than Bao Butong.
If what Bao Butong said was true, Lu Feng would probably be expelled from the Shaolin Temple the moment he returned.
He had been living in Shaolin Temple for more than ten years. It was not an exaggeration to say that Shaolin Temple was his second home.
Now, Bao Butong slandered Shaolin's martial arts and even asked Lu Feng to say that Shaolin's martial arts were bad. Even a clay Buddha would be angry.
Lu Feng instantly felt insulted by Bao Butong. As the saying goes, when the emperor is angry, millions of corpses will fall. When an ordinary person is angry, blood will splatter three feet.
Lu Feng, who was angered by Bao Butong, had an imposing aura.
However, just as everyone thought that Lu Feng was about to explode, the anger on Lu Feng's face slowly faded. He calmly cupped his hands at Bao Butong and said,
Amitabha. Monks shouldn't be competitive, but since you want to test my martial arts, I'm naturally willing. Please…"
This scene fell into the eyes of everyone present, and their faces revealed a touch of surprise.
They never expected Lu Feng to adjust his emotions so quickly at such a young age.
"Ha…"
Bao Butong sneered.
Even though Lu Feng's performance had exceeded his medical skills, Bao Butong still looked down on Lu Feng.
So what if he was calm?
In the eyes of a veteran like Bao Butong, Lu Feng was still too young.
"In that case, why don't we go to Young Master's martial arts practice field? There's a lot of space there, so that after we spar, we won't damage the surrounding items and make Young Master unhappy.”
Lu Feng didn't say anything. He gestured with one hand for Bao Butong to lead the way.
Seeing this, Bao Butong strode forward.
The others followed behind him.
……
In the Martial Arts Practice Field of Joined Blood Manor.
There were two people standing on the stage, one big and one small. Upon a closer look, they were Bao Butong and Lu Feng.
Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Feng Bo E, A'Zhu, and Wang Yuyan surrounded the stage.
The two of them stood opposite each other on the stage. Even though Lu Feng was dissatisfied with Bao Butong, his tone was still polite. He even made a gesture to Bao Butong to say," You make the first move."
"Third Brother Boson, please!"
When Bao Butong saw the polite little monk in front of him, a trace of displeasure appeared in his heart. He was bullied like this, yet he was still so modest.
Fortunately, the people below the stage were all brothers who had gone through life and death. If it was someone else, it would make Bao Butong seem even more petty.
The more he thought about it, the angrier Bao Butong became.
Suddenly, Feng Poliu shouted at Bao Butong.
"Brother Boson, are you still going to compete? If you don't want to compete, I'm coming up!”
As a martial arts fanatic, Feng Poliu couldn't bear to see the two of them drag their feet over a mere martial arts competition. According to his thoughts, they were going to fight on the martial arts stage.
Hearing Feng Poliu's urging, Bao Butong said to Lu Feng.
"I don't want today's matter to spread to the martial world and people say that I, Bao Butong, am bullying the weak.”
Bao Butong's eyes were filled with disdain, and he didn't put Lu Feng in his eyes.
Seeing Bao Butong looking down on him, Lu Feng snorted coldly at Bao Butong.
"I hope Third Brother Boson can still be so calm when he loses to me.”
After he finished speaking, he struck out a palm to the left and a fist to the right. He struck the air in all four directions and then said to Bao Butong,"Four moves have been exchanged.”
This little monk…
Looking at Lu Feng in front of him, Bao Butong stared at him fiercely. He really didn't know why Lu Feng was so confident.
"Haha…you're embarrassing yourself. Quickly make your move!”
The storm below the stage was not small, and it added fire to Bao Butong's heart.
Seeing Lu Feng's actions, Bao Butong felt humiliated and threw a punch at Lu Feng's face.
Lu Feng blocked with an Arhat Fist, and Wang Yuyan said from below the stage.
"Oh no, Third Brother Boson is at a disadvantage. I didn't expect Little Master's Arhat Fist to be so proficient. It's rare in my life!”
The others had just seen the two of them exchange blows, but Wang Yuyan had seen through their martial arts moves with a single glance.
Seeing that Bao Butong was about to fall into a disadvantage, Wang Yuyan, who did not know much about the rules of the game, quickly reminded him.
"Third Brother Boson, be careful. Little Master is going to attack your Jujue Acupoint with this move!”
On the stage, Bao Butong heard Wang Yuyan's instructions and hurriedly stopped his attacks. However, once he lost the first attack, he would not be able to continue.
Seeing how skilled Lu Feng's fist technique was, Bao Butong couldn't help but complain in his heart.
If Wang Yuyan hadn't given him a hint, he would have been defeated by Lu Feng in one move.
No matter how stupid Bao Butong was, he knew that the little monk in front of him had a powerful martial art technique. He was about to adjust his body and use a new technique.
However, Lu Feng didn't give him a chance. He used the Single Phoenix Rising Sun from Bo Ruochan's Palm.
Wang Yuyan's eyes lit up when she saw Lu Feng's two moves seamlessly connected. Following that, her otherworldly face flushed red.
He shouted at the stage.
"Third Brother Boson, be careful. Little Master's right foot is about to attack your Geni-Yang Pass!”
Even though Wang Yuyan was giving a hint below the stage, Bao Butong was at a loss for words. Even though Lu Feng's move was late but he arrived first, he still managed to kick Bao Butong.
After being kicked by Lu Feng, Bao Butong lost his balance and was knocked to the ground.
When the people below the stage saw this situation, they all revealed incredulous expressions.
The expression on A'Zhu's face wasn't as shocked as the others. He only thought to himself.
"Ah, this little monk is not only meticulous and observant, but he is also so good at martial arts. He actually defeated Third Brother Boson just like that. I wonder who is better at martial arts than Young Master.”
At this moment, Wang Yuyan wanted to say something but hesitated. It could be said that monstrous waves were raging in her heart.
"This little master…He can actually switch between Arhat Fist and Wave Zen Palm so easily. Could it be that he has already mastered two Shaolin ultimate techniques to the peak at such a young age?”
Then, Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, and Feng Poliu E exchanged glances.
His eyes were filled with fear and confusion…
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