Chapter 13 Analysis

There is no sound in the hall.

Wu Pengwei slapped Wang Yaner with one hand and gave him back to him, which made everyone's heart unspeakable pleasure.

However, the question also follows. Wu Pengwei's strength should be in the realm of the eighth level of the martial artist, but why can he defeat Wang Yaner at the ninth level?

And the last palm was so mysterious that even the middle-aged man and the bearded man far in front of the hall did not see the clue clearly.

It was just that the white light flashed, and Wang Yaner flew backwards.

The elbows and armpits were turned into different, and everyone's thoughts were different. The children of the Wu family were naturally overjoyed, while the bearded man flashed an anger on his face. He grew up and hugged and said coldly to the middle-aged man, "The Wu family is really talented. It really makes me an eye-opener. Wang's disciples are not good at learning. They will visit again another day."

Wang Yaner, who was lying on the ground, struggled to get up, but was picked up by a bearded man and staggered out. She was not convinced. She turned around and threatened: "Bad boy, I'm not finished with you."

In this regard, Wu Pengwei curled his lips and shrugged his shoulders.

As soon as the people in the royal palace left, the children of the Wu family immediately cheered and cheered. They kept asking questions around Wu Pengwei, as the proud son of heaven.

Some people were happy and naturally some people were jealous. Wu Buchun, who stood in the center of the crowd, snorted coldly, and a look of resentment flashed in his eyes, and stamped his feet and left.

It's just that his departure has not attracted anyone's attention. The rich family is like this, and strength proves everything.

Wu Pengwei surrounded the crowd in the center, and he was not used to it for a while. Fortunately, the middle-aged man outside the crowd spoke out in time, which relieved him.

"Pengwei, you come and talk to me later."

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice came out, a group of Wu's disciples obediently retreated and made way for Wu Pengwei.

Wu Pengwei was relieved, wiped his forehead with fine sweat, and walked to the backyard.

It turns out that the feeling of being entangled and flattered is more tiring than a hard battle.

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Behind the hall is a small courtyard with clusters of flowers and pleasant fragrance.

The middle-aged man stood in the courtyard, looking at the sky with his hands behind his hands, and there was an indescribable melancholy in his expression.

"Third uncle."

Wu Pengwei stood behind the middle-aged man and shouted.

The man then turned around, looked at Wu Pengwei, and then sighed, "Xiaowei, don't you blame the third uncle?"

Wu Pengwei was slightly stunned and didn't know what the man meant for a moment.

"Why blame the third uncle?"

The middle-aged man smiled softly and did not answer. He just said lightly, "Xiao Wei, you have lived alone and suffered a lot over the years. The third uncle has not been able to help you. I hope you can understand."

Wu Pengwei was silent for a while. After a long time, he whispered, "Uncle, I don't think it's too hard."

The middle-aged man thought he would complain, but he didn't expect the teenager to say such a remark. He couldn't help but look at him with new eyes and praised, "Xiao Wei, you have grown up and you really didn't let me down."

Wu Pengwei just smiled indifferently.

In the past five years, the third uncle has taken good care of him. In the Wu family, strength is everything. If it hadn't been for the care of the third uncle, I would have been afraid that I would have been expelled from home and fallen into the street. Not only that, the third uncle in life let Sister Mei take care of herself from time to time. It is no exaggeration to say that without these two, Wu Pengwei It is even difficult to survive.

"Many times, you miss your father very much." The middle-aged man looked at the teenager's indifferent look, sighed, and then turned his head to the flowing clouds floating in the air: "If Jingyue is still there, the Wu family may be another scene."

In the three major families facing danger, their power is almost the same. What can play a decisive role is only high-level force. In the past, Wu Jingyue's strength reached the peak of an amazing martial artist. He looked at the whole family in danger and had no rivals. The other two most powerful were just the middle level of the martial souls. In contrast, it was like fireflies against the bright moon, which was difficult to compete for glory.

Wu Jingyue's strength is far greater than that of his peers, so he has created the position of the Wu family. Unfortunately, the good times are not long. Wu Jingyue disappeared for no reason five years ago, which also brought a huge blow to the Wu family, and his strength plummeted.

Therefore, when Wu Pengwei escaped from his father's aura and lived alone, his situation was more difficult, especially when he was still a "waste" who could not exert internal force.

It's just that time has changed. In less than two months, Wu Pengwei's strength has advanced by leaps and bounds. He has changed from a "waste" to a leading figure among his peers, which is amazing.

"Xiao Wei, what is the level of 'Tidal Decision' now?" The third uncle asked.

Wu Pengwei's heart moved and whispered, "My nephew has reached the eighth floor."

"The eighth floor?" The man was thrilled and moved. It was really shocking that he could reach the eighth level at the age of 14. Although he had already seen Wu Pengwei's strength at the time of the comparison, he still felt a little heart-pounding when he heard the little guy say it himself.

Throughout the whole Wu family, few people can reach the eighth level of the foundation at the age of 14. Even Wu Jingyue, who was amazing and swept the whole danger, only had the strength of the sixth level of the foundation at the age of 14.

The man can't help sighing. Sure enough, the tiger father has no son.

But Wu Pengwei, who lowered his head and listened to this, secretly spit out his tongue. He deliberately concealed his strength, not to deceive everyone, but if he reported that his strength had reached the ninth level, he was afraid that the whole family would explode and would serve him as a Bodhisattva from then on.

Once this happens, he will go far away to find his mother, so he doesn't want to be too bound by this ruthless family.

The teenager had the intention to change the topic and asked, "Uncle, where on earth did my father go?"

The middle-aged man frowned and said distressedly, "Xiao Wei, to be honest, I don't know. Your father is resolute and very assertive. Even I, his best brother, will not easily reveal a word."

Wu Pengwei asked again, "Does the third uncle know who my mother is?"

The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed, but he immediately recovered as usual and replied, "Your mother is a virtuous and ordinary woman, but she died in childbirth when she gave birth to you. Your father has been sad for a long time."

Wu Pengwei has heard this since he was a child, and he used to believe it. However, today, the strange look of the third uncle fell into his eyes. Coupled with the adventure in the courtyard, it made him believe that his mother did not die, but was locked in a place called "Nightmare Mountain".

And my father, probably went to rescue my mother.

When the third uncle saw the teenager bowing his head and saying nothing, he thought that he was remembering his life. His heart softened and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Everything is over. There will be an uncle to accompany you in the future."

The teenager suddenly raised his head and asked, "So Sister Mei? Why do you force her to marry the Li family when you know that she has someone she likes? What's more, I heard that Li Tianmu likes to mess with flowers and provokes countless romantic debts outside. Can you rest assured that such a person?

The middle-aged man's face stagnated and soon said with a little displeasure, "This is the decision of the senior management of the family. I can't make the decision. What's more, Li Tianmu is the top genius. He reached the realm of a junior samurai at the age of only 20. In the face of danger, it is also the leader of the younger generation. Such a marriage is not an insult to A Mei, that is, He has a romantic personality, and he will definitely restrain him after getting married.

Wu Pengwei stared at the man with a pair of bright eyes and said faintly, "But that's not what Sister Mei likes after all."

The middle-aged man was speechless. After half a sound, he sighed, "How can I not know what Amei is thinking? But as a child of a family, there are some things that either she can make her own decisions, or I can't stop it. This is fate."

After saying this, the man's face seemed to be a little old. He patted the teenager on the shoulder and walked straight out of the yard.

Wu Pengwei stood alone in the yard and did not move for a long time. Finally, the teenager raised his head, smiled lightly and whispered to himself.

"Uncle, you can't decide Sister Mei's life."

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Out of the yard, Wu Pengwei did not stay much. Along the way, people kept trying to talk to him, but he turned a blind eye and quickly went to the yard where he lived.

Entering the yard, he only said a sentence with the two maids, "Don't bother me. When dinner is ready, I will naturally come out to eat when I'm hungry. At the same time, I refuse to come to me."

The maids naturally promise.

After returning to the study, Wu Pengwei took a sip of tea, and then recalled the martial arts of the girl in blue and Wu Buqun.

This battle greatly stimulated him, because he found that the two people's martial arts skills had their own characteristics, and they were full of power, no less than his "floating cloud hand". In contrast, many details even exceeded the latter.

This made Wu Pengwei very annoyed. The things he worked hard to create turned out to be just ordinary goods in the eyes of others, but in addition to being annoyed, it is more excitement. Being a reference means that he can create new martial arts skills.

In Wu Pengwei's eyes, creating a technique that transcends the old martial arts is a pursuit and a kind of happiness. Just like a scholar's good book and good makeup, once he encounters the opportunity to create a new martial arts, it is difficult for him to control himself like a cat who smells fishy.

The martial arts skills of the girl in blue are like fire, which is the fire herringbone best martial arts "flame palm", while Wu Buqun's martial arts are the best "snake spitting". Both kinds of martial arts skills are the best of the best skills, which are only strong or weaker than "floating cloud hand".

When competing with Wang Yaner, if Wu Pengwei hadn't pre-estimated the dodge route and paralyzed the other party, he might not have won. If he simply competed with internal strength and martial arts, Wu Pengwei would have been weaker.

Fortunately, the test never depends on strength, but also on wisdom.

Carefully recalling the process of the battle, Wu Pengwei moved at will, and Wang Yaner's movements were gradually reflected in his mind. He slowly walked around the room, and his palms flew up and down, actually simulating the girl's "flame palm" four points.

It's just that the fire palm in the sky has been replaced by a soft white palm shadow.

After a set of skills was completed, Wu Pengwei exhaled his breath, meditated, and carefully studied the weaknesses and counterattack methods of this set of fire techniques.