12dz Chapter 127 Recognition
Chapter 127 Recognition
Chapter 127 Recognition
The Martial Arts Association badge has a drawback, just like a navigation system; its accuracy isn't very high.
It could only show a general area, so when Chen Feng entered Dongfeng Town, he found himself disoriented.
Therefore, in accordance with the style of the Martial Arts Association, it is impossible for a branch to be a place that anyone can easily enter. Thus, he deduced that the branch of the Martial Arts Association should be a place where masters gather.
Naturally, they then found out where the important figure in Dongfeng Town was.
Lin Yue finally squeezed through the crowd from the outside: "Brother Chen, wait a minute."
The two old men, who had been pondering Chen Feng's purpose, became less concerned upon seeing Lin Yue.
The man with the long beard laughed and said, "Hey, I knew it! So you really are a stranger here, young man."
With a maidservant by his side, Chen Feng increasingly resembled a wandering young master in everyone's eyes. Perhaps he had come here because he heard that the Shaolin lay community was recruiting students.
"Young man, are you a martial artist?" the old man, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, asked leisurely.
"Haha, yes." Chen Feng nodded.
"Yes, that's right." Having witnessed Chen Feng's strength, Lin Yue immediately looked at him with admiration, nodding vigorously as if she wanted to nod her head off. She exclaimed, "Brother Chen is incredibly amazing!"
The two old men watched her with amusement, thinking to themselves that the little girl was easy to fool.
This powerful martial artist must be a household name by now, right?
Furthermore, Ye looks too young compared to Chen Feng.
The man with the long beard said, "Young brother, you'll see the Shaolin lay examination hall after you cross three streets. In Dongfeng Town, the most famous people right now are probably the five eminent lay monks of Shaolin."
Chen Feng asked awkwardly, "Anything else?"
He's definitely not here to see the bald monk. Besides, he and these lay Shaolin disciples... probably won't get along peacefully.
"And then there's the Ming family, the most renowned family in Dongfeng Town!" the long-bearded man said proudly. "Even the lay disciples of Shaolin Temple have to show them respect!"
"The Ming family?" Lin Yue asked.
After saying goodbye to the two old men, Chen Feng headed in the direction they had indicated.
Lin Yue followed him, but eventually couldn't help but ask him a question out of curiosity.
"Is Brother Chen a member of the Ming family?" Lin Yue continued.
"Not exactly." Chen Feng looked up at the bustling crowd in front of him.
He walked across three streets, and then what lay before him was like a bustling market, crowded with people. From Chen Feng's angle, he could see hundreds of people crammed together, as if they were watching something.
"Tsk, blocking the way." Chen Feng glared impatiently at the scene in front of him.
Lin Yue, that clever little devil, had already quietly climbed onto the roof.
She cautiously waved to Chen Feng: "Brother Chen, there's a fight going on over there."
fight?
No wonder, they're all here to watch the show.
Chen Feng followed him to the rooftop, then looked at the speechless old man. Wasn't this a fight? A bunch of bald monks acting as referees, the two of them dueling—it must be a test.
The rooftops and the arena of the two are quite close together. On a normal day, they would definitely be here to watch the excitement.
But since they were in a hurry, Chen Feng had no choice but to lift the girl up.
"Let's go. Perfect timing. We can find the Ming family's house by going straight across the rooftop."
Chen Feng had a wonderful plan, but little did he know that as soon as he finished speaking, he started to move and try to pass by "unnoticed" in the air. The next second, Lin Yue's eyes widened, revealing her frightened expression.
Just as Chen Feng was caught off guard, a sandalwood bead the size of a child's fist suddenly flew from a distance.
No matter how capable Chen Feng is, he is helpless against unforeseen circumstances.
"Holy crap, oh crap, oh crap..." Chen Feng exclaimed repeatedly, and then dropped Lin Yubao to the ground.
That sandalwood bead did not give up and relentlessly tracked him down.
Chen Feng gritted his teeth, and the broken blade emerged halfway from its sheath.
The back of the knife collided with the sandalwood beads, like steel rubbing against each other, emitting a dazzling white streak.
The blade, already insufficiently charged, was immediately knocked away.
Chen Feng was also affected by this, and felt a blockage of spiritual energy in his chest.
The two fell from the sky. In that brief moment, Lin Yue, the clever little devil, actually landed first, becoming Le Chenfeng's human cushion.
Although the girl was young, her strong physique from childhood made her seem unaware of the effort.
Chen Feng felt awkward. Looking down, he felt something in his hand that was... soft?
Nonsence!
He was exasperated and yelled, "Damn it, Lin Yue, you..."
"Brother Chen, are you alright?" Rourou Lin Yue looked up at Chen Feng, her eyes sparkling.
It was as if Chen Feng was the one being pressed down.
Chen Feng was absolutely certain that this girl was an ordinary person, and at the very least, she was definitely not a martial artist!
"No..." Composing himself and silently withdrawing his hand, Chen Feng stood up, and at that moment, the surroundings erupted in an uproar.
Where is this?
On the stage.
Just as the two people who were fighting each other were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle, a man and a woman suddenly fell from the sky, instantly drawing the attention of the audience!
What the hell is this?!
"Brother, are you trying to steal the spotlight?"
The two candidates who were fighting were furious.
They were practically ready to roll up their sleeves and kick Chen Feng off the stage, when suddenly, a folding knife arrived late, falling from the sky.
"Whoosh..." That sound even seemed to have a tangible quality!
This strike shattered the wooden planks of the arena and embedded half of a folding knife into the arena floor.
"Oh my god..."
The folding knife landed so close to the tip of one of the people's noses.
The two men who were about to make their move were so scared that their legs went weak... They had just returned from the brink of death!
"Who goes there, daring to interfere with our Shaolin Temple's assessment competition!"
A stern voice rang out.
From the rooftop where Chen Feng and his companion had just stood, a monk, half-draped in a dark brown robe, leaped out barefoot.
In his hand, he was still holding three sandalwood beads that had just attacked Chen Feng.
Clearly, he was the one who did it.
"It's the Venerable Monk Sanzhu!" The audience below was unusually excited.
The Venerable Monk Sanzhu jumped onto the arena and confronted Chen Feng.
Chen Feng scratched his head and asked incredulously, "You must be mistaken, Baldy. Didn't you attack first? I was just about to fly over. If you hadn't hit me, would I have come down?"
These words silenced everyone.
"You... you're just making excuses!" The Venerable Monk Sanzhu was furious when he was publicly mocked for being bald.
"What nonsense! Did I come here to cause trouble for you with a child in tow?"
Chen Feng scoffed, then asked frankly, "If you don't believe me, I'll leave right now, and you can leave me alone."
He said he was going to leave, but the monk Sanzhu felt insulted and could not let it go so easily.
As Chen Feng was about to leave, he threw out the three sandalwood beads in his hand, one by one, as if they were controlled by invisible puppet strings.
"Enough with the nonsense! You've disrupted my Shaolin assessment, so you'd better stay here, Chen Feng!"
The Venerable Monk Sanzhu shouted.