As Yang Ning gradually went deeper, the sound of sword chants became clearer and clearer.
Yang Ning has already felt the sharpness emanating from the sword.
Finally, after Yang Ning passed through a row of maple trees, he saw the source of the sound.
This is a swordsman, a swordsman whose whole body exudes swordsmanship, a high-level swordsmanship, and a swordsman who has the faint hint of sprinting to perfect his swordsmanship.
acquaintance?
Because Yang Ning had met this man at Chen Yan's burial site a few years ago. At that time, he was a little green, but now he has shown his sharpness. With the improvement of his swordsmanship, he has reached the level of a grandmaster.
This person is none other than Liu Feng, the great disciple of Beixuan Sword Sect.
The sword moves with the wind, and the sword comes out like the wind.
The number one member of the younger generation of Beixuan Sword Sect, Liufeng.
Liu Feng, dressed in white, was like an elegant wind in the maple forest, dancing with the autumn wind. The falling maple leaves danced with the sword and turned into pieces.
As elegant as a Hong Hong, this is the essence of the Liufeng sword move.
And the sword technique he practiced was just like its name, the sword was flying in the wind and rain.
Floating in the wind, moving with the wind, illustrates the ease of the swordsmanship, as if it is flying in the wind. The rapid rain reflects the speed of the sword, like a violent storm.
In just a short moment, Yang Ning had already seen more than thirty swords, and even the maple leaves falling around him were all chopped off, leaving no one intact.
He is worthy of being the number one person in Beixuan Sword Sect, Yang Ning praised him.
This sword intention, if nothing else, is known to Yang Ning. In the ancient sword tower, Yang Pi and Dao Tu are probably the only ones who can compete with each other. Compared to the Jian Jiu he met in the morning, it is probably much higher than anyone else.
I really don’t know how strong the first person from the Kirigakure Sect among the so-called five sects is.
Yang Ning looked at Liu Feng's sword moves. Although they were elegant and somewhat murderous due to the autumn weather, they did not have strong killing intent, so she was a little disappointed.
Liufeng's talent must be good, otherwise he would not have reached this point at such an age. However, as Yang Ning was disappointed, the sword was a killing weapon. Without the killing intent, the sword was still a bit monotonous after all. .
A sword, after all, has to see blood before it can shine. Otherwise, no matter how good the sword moves are, they will only be simple sword moves after all.
Liu Feng finished a set of sword skills and gradually calmed down. As he sheathed his sword, without the influence of the sword intention, the killing intent raging around him became much stronger.
The wind and rain do have their power, which can be seen from Bu Fan.
"Is it you?" Liufeng turned around and recognized Yang Ning's figure clearly. A few years ago, it was because of Yang Ning's climb to the top of the steps of Chen Yan's burial ground that the burial ground collapsed, and all the opportunities there were obtained by Yang Ning. However, Liu Feng did not expect that this Yang Ning would actually be what he thought. I think it's Yang Ning.
"It's me." Yang Ning smiled faintly and looked at Liufeng, who was somewhat tired after completing a set of sword skills.
"I heard yesterday that a person from Jianzong came here, named Yang Ning. I thought it was just the same fate, but I didn't expect it was really you." Liufeng simply collected his tiredness and walked out from among the maple leaves. .
Right next to the maple leaf forest, there is a circular stone platform. On the edge of the stone platform, four round stone benches are placed around it, which makes it feel somewhat isolated from the world.
The surrounding maple forest is bottomless, with boundless red leaves rustling in the autumn wind.
In front of the stone platform, there is a quiet path that goes further and further away without knowing where it is going.
"I was rude. I heard the sound of sword chanting here, so I ran over to take a look. I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance. I was a little surprised..."
Yang Ning looked at Liu Feng, who was less than two years older than herself, and felt that Liu Feng's growth was also rapid and abnormal. At Chen Yan's burial place, I remembered that Liu Feng was only at the fifth level of Mountain Viewing Realm. Now I feel that Liu Feng's aura is much deeper than his own.
I wonder if there is Liu Feng among those people when he rushes up the mountain this time. If there is Liu Feng, Yang Ning may have to change his method of dealing with it. Otherwise, such a swordsman will not be easy to deal with even if there is no blood on the sword. of.
"It's okay, are you interested in having a drink?" Liufeng pointed to the round stone table next to him. There was a wine pot on it and two wine glasses placed upside down. Obviously Liufeng should often practice swordsmanship here, otherwise he wouldn't be there. Will be so prepared.
"That's what I meant." Yang Ning still wanted to get to know Liu Feng's background. After all, who else would he meet in Beixuan Sword Sect? He hoped to get some information from Liu Feng's mouth.
As soon as he went up the mountain yesterday, Yang Ning offended a man named Zhao Chunlei. Moreover, Jian Jue's various performances yesterday clearly gave him a feeling of being controlled by others. In other words, the leader of the Sword Sect and Jian Jue were also at odds with each other.
Moreover, from Jian Jue's words yesterday, we can know that the sword he encountered on the road to refining his heart also has a story, otherwise Jian Jue would not pay so much attention to it.
The two walked to the stone table and sat down after some polite greetings.
Liufeng took out two jars of wine from his space ring.
"These are two jars of aged wine that I got from Senior Jian Zong yesterday. They haven't been touched yet. I didn't expect that you really caught up with Qiao..." Liu Feng said with a smile.
After patting open the mud seal, a fragrant and pure smell spread.
"Good wine!" Yang Ning couldn't help but praise, because from the aroma of the wine, it can be seen that this wine has been at least fifty or sixty years old. Such aging is enough to be called a good wine, and it is also the best. of fine wine.
"One jar for each person." Liufeng was not polite and directly gave Yang Ning a jar, picked up the jar of wine, and drank it furiously.
After taking a strong gulp of wine, Liu Feng's face turned a touch of red. It was obvious that this wine was not only fragrant and pure, but also very strong.
Yang Ning was not pretentious and made the same move as Liu Feng.
"Good wine!" Among the several flavors of wine, this wine accounts for three, which is enough to deserve this praise.
It's very fragrant, blows in the wind, and makes people feel comfortable. Between the simplicity, there is the fragrance of earth. It's very strong, and when you take a sip, it feels like there's a fire burning in your chest.
"The best wine in wine..." Yang Ning felt endless aftertaste.
"I stole this wine from Elder Jiu." The image of a sloppy old man suddenly formed in Liufeng's mind. He took another sip and pointed at the wine jar and said, "I think of Elder Jiu's treasure as if it were fate. I just stole two jars here, and I didn't expect them to be so delicious..." Liufeng seemed to like wine very much, his eyes were shining when he looked at the wine jars.
Yang Ning was speechless, but also felt that the rumors were true. Being addicted to alcohol is a rhetorical statement made by Liu Feng.
This may be the reason why Liufeng became the number one person in the Sword Sect.
Put your love in wine and your love in sword.
You can always see that elegant smell on Liufeng's body. I don't know if it's due to his sword skills or his personality, which gives him a free and easy atmosphere.
Just when the two were getting drunk, a roaring sound suddenly came from the back mountain.
"You brat, you stole my wine again, don't let me catch you, otherwise I will break your three legs..."
Hearing these words, Liu Feng's expression changed.
"It's broken, and was discovered by the wine elder again..." Liufeng dropped the wine jar, and his figure disappeared in a flash, bringing with him a gust of breeze, causing the maple leaves to fly around.
Yang Ning, who was left alone, looked stunned.
"What's the matter..." Before she finished speaking, Yang Ning felt a sudden trance in front of her eyes.
A figure suddenly appeared, furious, as if he had endless anger to vent.
He looked very slovenly. He was dressed in black and had strands of strands. The original black color could no longer be seen because it was covered with dirt. Even at the ends of the strands, there were countless small black balls hanging on him. There was an unpleasant smell on his body. It smelled like it had not seen water for decades. It was a mess on its head. Even deep in the hair, there were various weeds interspersed. It looked as if ink had been splashed on the face. No real appearance was visible, only two eyes moving, as if looking for something.
The visitor looked around, but didn't seem to see Yang Ning, and was looking for the person he was looking for. But after a week, no movement was found, and then attention was focused on Yang Ning.
His eyes were like thorns, staring at Yang Ning, and an invisible sword energy struck Yang Ning?
"Where's that brat?" The smell of alcohol hit her face, making Yang Ning very uncomfortable.
"Let's go... let's go..." Yang Ning felt like he had stabbed a hornet's nest.
Because, at that moment, Yang Ning felt like he was locked and unable to move.
When did sword energy become so powerful? Is this still sword energy?
"gone?"
Smelling drunk and smelling so bad, Yang Ning felt as if her nose had been subjected to the most severe criminal law in the world.
"Yes, let's go..." As the visitor gradually withdrew his gaze, Yang Ning suddenly felt as if he could move freely, and he felt relieved.
Because at that moment, he was locked by an invisible sword energy. You can imagine the surprise in Yang Ning's heart, because being locked means that there will be danger at any time, and his life will be in danger.
Could it be that this is the elder Jiu that Liufeng mentioned.
Suddenly, the visitor seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes were fixed on the round stone table. To be precise, he should be staring at the two jars of wine on the table.
"Liu Feng, just wait for me..." His anger rose again, and his eyes seemed to have lost the most important thing, even though they were a little moist at this moment.
"This is my best vintage wine, and you just ruined it for me like this..."
The visitor cried, crying like a child, holding two jars of unfinished wine, his body trembling.
"Liu Feng, don't let me catch you, my three legs will be broken for you..."
"My wine..."
The wine elder held the altar in pain, choked, and poured the unfinished wine into his chest.
"My wine...wuwu..."
The wine elder choked and poured every drop of the unfinished wine from the two jars into his stomach.
"My sixty-year-old wine has been ruined by you like this, wuwu..."
The wine elder cried, as if he was still savoring the taste of the wine. Finally, he licked the opening of the wine jar greedily, savoring the taste.
"You kid, you are not a good person, you dare to drink my wine..." As he said, the wine elder put his fingers together, and an invisible sword energy forced him over.
"Boy, pull out your sword, I'm going to give you a duel..." The wine elder was obviously a little abnormally stimulated by his love of wine, and he actually wanted to duel Yang Ning directly.
"Senior, I don't know..."
Yang Ning finally understood at this moment that Liufeng left her behind just to find a scapegoat so that she could suffer for him. Thinking of this, Yang Ning immediately hated Liu Feng.
"What a plan, what a plan..."
Yang Ning's tone was full of helplessness, because she stayed where she was and was caught by the wine elder in front of her. In other words, it was you who was not you...
"Hurry up, draw your sword, maybe you are with that kid, otherwise how could you drink my wine..."
The elder Jiu's whole body exuded a weird stench, which was not only pungent but also irritating to the eyes.
"I really didn't know..." Yang Ning was on the verge of crying. It felt bad to be the scapegoat, very bad.
"Hurry up, a sword cultivator, mother-in-law, hurry up and draw your sword..."
Elder Jiu's eyes were electrified, covering Yang Ning. The majestic sword energy was venting like a vast ocean, as if as long as Yang Ning drew his sword, it would pour out like a flood.
"But, it's really not me..." Yang Ning explained: "Just now Liufeng was practicing swordplay here, and I was attracted to him, and then he said he had good wine, so I was seduced by him, and then, then... "
"Hurry up and draw the sword, I don't want to hear your explanation." The elder Jiu forced an invisible sword energy over, and a "sizzling" sound came from the air, and it actually penetrated the air.
Yang Ning was shocked by the strong sword energy.
The elder Jiu stared at Yang Ning, and suddenly seemed to notice something, and said, "Are you poisoned?"
