If the young man's truly ignorant words were heard in the ears of those shallow people, they would definitely regard him as an extremely arrogant and arrogant child, which is extremely ridiculous!
But Feng Shanbai did not show the slightest arrogance, and even looked at the green-robed young master even more highly because of these words.
The old man who had lived in seclusion in the Quanzhen Mountains for many years realized at this moment that the old saying that a dragon gives birth to a dragon and a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix really has its meaning.
The son of Ling Pu, the great vassal king of the Splendid Dynasty, and Yao Ying, the sword fairy of the Bingyou Clan, should have such great ambitions!
Before Feng Shanbai could comment on Ling Zhen's words, Ling Zhen said something again, which struck Feng Daxia like thunder.
Ling Zhen said in a very serious tone: "One day in the future, I will go to ask Yu Youcong for a sword fight. No matter whether I live or die, I will definitely do it!"
Ling Xiaoxiao was crying while holding Xiao Taozi, and did not realize what Ling Zhen said for a moment.
But Feng Shanbai stood nearby and heard every word clearly and accurately.
Feng Shanbai, who had his arms cut off by Yu Youcong, was extremely surprised. He quickly shouted: "Do you know what you are talking about? Yu Youcong is the sword god of Hanlan Continent, almost as powerful as Tongtian Island. You can see the existence of the human emperor. I have challenged him, but the result..."
"The result is that old-timer, you have no regrets in this life, right?"
Ling Zhen suddenly interrupted and asked this sentence.
As soon as these words came out, Feng Shanbai was stunned on the spot.
After a while, the old man in rough clothes could only nod his head, "I really have no regrets. Being able to fight with all my strength against a strong man who stands at the pinnacle of human swordsmanship is tantamount to asking for a sword in the sky. If I can do this once in my life, I will Very satisfied, even if I lost two arms..."
Ling Zhen smiled. He stretched out a hand and put it on the old man's shoulder with empty sleeves. "Feng Daxia, you are a real hero. I hope that I can become a great hero like you in the future. As for defeating the Sword God If you haven't done this yet, let me do it."
After listening to the young man's words, Feng Shanbai miraculously didn't feel that this man was talking nonsense, and he didn't even ask, "Is it just you?"
Instead, he breathed a long sigh of relief and felt relieved. Feng Shanbai said: "There have been talented people from generation to generation, and they have been leading the way for hundreds of years. Maybe one day in the future, something will happen in this world." It belongs exclusively to your Ling Zhen era..."
The old man without arms stood on one leg, with one leg bent. He replaced the "hand" with his toes very familiarly, and took out a booklet from his pocket.
Ling Zhen took the secret book handed over by the old man with his foot, looked down, and was shocked to see the four characters "Qianjun Sword Jue" written vertically on it.
Feng Shanbai said with a smile: "This is a set of swordsmanship that I have learned and mastered throughout my life. If I had only had my arm cut off, I would have probably fought Yu Youcong a second time with this swordsmanship. Haha, take it. Although it is not invincible, I am confident that this Qianjun Sword Technique can surpass most of the mediocre sword techniques in the world without any pressure. If you really have the opportunity to challenge me in the future, Yu Youcong challenges you, please use this technique to strike a sword, just think of it as me asking the sword god again!"
Ling Zhen held the sword manual given by Feng Shan for free and said bluntly: "Senior, there is no need to use the word 'beg'. If I really dare to ask the sword in the sky in the future, I will definitely use my best to use this thousand-jun sword technique, so that I will not let the senior disappointment!"
Thinking of something, Ling Zhen quickly looked towards where the "Sword Buddha" Huo Di was.
But there was no trace of the red-robed monk from the Western Regions.
Feng Shanbai was surprised and sighed: "Suffering such a serious injury through the chest and still being able to escape from under my nose, this kid has something."
Ling Zhen said, "The guy is seriously injured and there is no need to worry about it anymore." But in his heart, he had already planned to rush to the Peach Blossom Palace where the fifth brother-in-law was, and to inform him of Lu's order in advance. Although the probability was very small, it was possible. I still have to remind Daxian Lu not to fall for the plot of a treacherous villain!
Of course, Ling Zhen would also tell Xianhao, Lu Chi and Master Bai Zhu unreservedly about Pulianshan Jialan Temple's ambition to swallow up the orthodox Buddhism in the Central Plains.
Feng Shanbai was in a good mood, and since he felt sorry for the girl who had lost her parents at such a young age, he generously agreed and decided to take Xiao Taozi as his disciple.
The rivers and lakes are vast, the temples are far away, the world is free, carefree and happy.
If Xiao Taozi follows me, she can go anywhere, and no one can bully her!
This is the guarantee that Feng Shanbai swears by.
After bidding farewell to Senior Feng with empty sleeves, Ling Zhen and his eighth sister Ling Xiaoxiao left Quanzhen Mountain and continued on their way.
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The sky is high and the land is vast.
There is a rich spiritual energy that continues to permeate the sky.
The scenery on earth is beautiful, a magnificent ancient city wall, the highest position in the north.
Crouching was a handsome young man wearing a gorgeous green robe, with a strong figure and a red and pink sword at his waist.
Above the towering city, there were no soldiers patrolling or standing guard today. It was quiet and there was no sound of a pindrop.
Since the whereabouts of the young man in green robes had been covered up by himself, no one could discover the man's existence, which saved him a lot of unnecessary trouble!
It's cold at high places and it's hard for sparrows to fly.
From time to time, wisps of energy would radiate out from the gaps between the city bricks.
Although it is almost invisible to the naked eye of ordinary people, this young man with an aloof temperament can clearly find the direction of the breath!
After peeling off the cocoon, he could clearly perceive all the traces of the spiritual power of the city.
Even if there is just a trace, there is no way he can escape his extremely sharp five senses and the mysterious spirit all over his body!
As long as he wants to intercept and capture it, he can take it for himself without missing any trace of the diffuse spiritual energy.
It's just that men don't want to do this at all, and they disdain you.
At this moment, the man's delicate peach eyes were full of disgust, contempt, contempt, and contempt.
It was like a living person with strong vitality staring at a pile of rotting carcasses of crustacean bugs on the ground.
It's so unbearable to look at, I almost feel sick!
Under his feet were those city wall bricks that contained hidden mysteries.
With his legs folded and his elbows touching his knees, he looked down at the group of guys in the city who were drinking, celebrating and enjoying themselves.
Suddenly, he spat lightly, and the saliva shot down like a flying sword, piercing the air and hitting the city wall several feet high to the bottom!
That "Saliva Sword" immediately caused a small pit to sink into the land, a little dust floated up, and the smoke swayed leisurely.
The so-called spit turns into nails!
The green-robed young man narrowed his beautiful eyes and uttered two words that were most suitable and appropriate to describe the group of people in the garden in the city - "ants."
After saying this, he didn't think it was satisfying enough, so he added another sentence: "Watch me crush you to death in a moment!"
