When Yan Li heard the words "self-created swordsmanship", his face twitched.
When he was in his early twenties, he created his own swordsmanship. Then, wouldn’t the Great Xia Dynasty be in a state of change?
"I, Yan Li, have taken it, but I can do it all over again after my strength recovers."
Yang Feng had taken advantage of the battle just now, otherwise Yang Feng would not have won this contest even if he had the support of the Sword Breaking Galaxy technique at the second stage of the Nine Realm Peak Enlightenment Sword Elephant.
The next stage of understanding the sword image is the "shortcut". The improvement in swordsmanship is by no means just a little bit.
"Senior Yan, we are here this time to ask you to come out and join our camp to overthrow the rule of the dynasty."
"Overthrow the dynasty? Give me a reason that can convince me."
Yan Li didn't care what happened outside, and it was none of his business to change dynasties, but the person who said this was a man who had the potential to become a master of the Ten Realms in the future.
What such a person says cannot be ignored.
"I am Yang Zhong's son. Is this reason enough?"
"Not enough! Wait, tell me who you are?"
"I am the son of Yang Zhong."
Yang Feng responded forcefully again.
That person's son?
Yan Li's eyes were a little blurry. This person brought back memories of his past. Before he was cut off, he was also a great genius.
He was expected to become the number one in the world, but unfortunately an accident happened. During a escort trip, he was killed by a female escort and poisoned, causing all the meridians in his body to become useless.
Unable to practice swordsmanship.
As for the unstoppable path, by chance, he received the inheritance of the Broken Pulse Sword Technique. From then on, he found a new way to practice his unique sword technique.
To this day, some of his limbs are still deformed, and some are even unconscious.
He can only stimulate his nerves by fighting.
It was in the year when his meridians were exhausted that Yang Zhong became the second person to become the Nine Realms Sword God after Dugu Baitian.
Unexpectedly, after twenty or thirty years, he would fight against the son of his old friend again.
It's a pity that he was defeated at the hands of his old friend's son.
"May I have your name?"
Yan Li sighed.
"Yang An."
"Is your mother okay?"
As for Yang Feng's father, Yan Li had heard about it even though he lived deep in the mountains.
The world of the Great Xia Dynasty was declining, and there was no room for sand in the eyes.
"My mother is fine, she just misses my father."
Yes, his father should have been very famous when he was alive. Almost every sword god mentioned him with a little regret and regret in his eyes.
"Hey! But your father, if Izumi had any knowledge and knew that you had developed your own swordsmanship at such a young age, he would also be happy for you."
Yanli said.
"Well, Senior Yan, my father may not be dead."
Although he didn't want to say it out loud, Yang Feng didn't mind releasing more explosive news in order to attract Yanli to join the gang.
"What? Yang Zhong is not dead? Could it be that the Holy One imprisoned him for more than 20 years? But back then, the Holy One decreed that the Yang family should not be slaughtered with blood? If I hadn't seen you, I would have thought that there were more than 300 people in the Yang family. Everyone was killed in one night."
Yan Li was telling the truth. If he hadn't seen Yang Feng today and heard Yang Feng say that he was Yang Zhong's son, he would probably think that Yang Zhong no longer had any blood in the world.
Because the imperial edict issued at that time was to punish the nine Yangzhong clans.
Kill everyone who has blood with Yang Zhong.
"I was led by my mother to escape. Now I am saving my father and gathering strength for revenge."
Yang Feng told Yan Li some of his thoughts.
I want to know what Yan Li's reaction was.
"To overthrow the imperial rule is very courageous, but not everything can be accomplished with courage."
Yan Li didn't know Yang Feng's intention, but he was also hesitant.
"Senior Yan, I hope you can lend me a helping hand. I will never forget this."
Yang Feng begged again.
"Well, let's do it this way. There is a group of Restoration Warriors in Broken Mountain Mountain. If you can conquer them, I wouldn't mind returning to the world and challenge the masters from all walks of life with you."
Yan Li's words caused the expressions of Xu Liu and Zang Jian beside Yang Feng to change drastically.
Restoration warrior?
That was a force called the Jiang Dynasty before the Daxia Dynasty was established.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, the centipede insect is still dead.
"The Restoration Warriors? What kind of army is this? How many people are there?"
Yang Feng is not stupid. If it was as easy as Yan Li said, it wouldn't be his turn.
"These warriors are some of the remaining forces when the Daxia Dynasty destroyed the Jiang Dynasty. They are very powerful soldiers. They went on a rampage and the dynasty was almost overthrown, but your father was able to put it down later."
After hearing the previous words, Yang Feng thought that this restoration warrior was in trouble, but after hearing the latter, he felt that this was a trap.
His father always cheated his son.
"Yang An, please think carefully. This warrior of the Restoration advocates swordsmanship. If you want to lead them, you must accept their challenge. Moreover, their number is huge, nearly fifty thousand."
Fifty thousand warriors of the restoration of the country broke through fifty thousand armor. From Zangjian's point of view, even a master of the ten realms could not do such a thing.
"Fifty thousand restoration warriors?"
When Yang Feng heard this number, he was shocked. He was now in a state of poverty. If he could bring this restoration warrior back, he could use Frost City as the foundation to attack all forces.
In the end, the horse trampled the imperial city.
"They admire swordsmanship. I wonder if they will bear grudge against me. But as long as I don't tell them, they and the dynasty will have a feud. I want this army. Senior Yan, please lead the way."
Yang Feng made up his mind to conquer this team.
"Yang An, the warriors of the Restoration are uncontrollable. They are born. If they are used well, they are a sharp sword. If they are not used well, you will be the first one they kill."
Xu Liu, who had been silent all this time, also spoke at this time. To be honest, he suggested that Yang Feng play slowly and save strength step by step.
"Xiao Xu, there is not much time left for me. I believe that the news about me has been reported back to the imperial court. The Holy Emperor may have taken measures against me. Going back at this time will only lead to death."
Yang Feng had made up his mind, Xu Liu and Zang Jian looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.
They knew that no one could change what Yang Feng decided.
"Hahaha! You are young and energetic."
When Yan Li told about this army, he knew that Yang Feng would try it no matter what.
He would have tried it in his place, because it was the only way to rise quickly.
With 50,000 troops, the Jiang Dynasty used to have the title of a fighting race.
"Yan Li, do you have to do this?"
At this time Zangjian spoke. He knew why Yan Li did this?
Restore the country!
The blood of the Jiang Dynasty flows in Yanli's body.
In order to follow the warriors of the Jiang Dynasty and escape from the Duanmai Mountains, he did not hesitate to take escorts, and he did not regret it even after his meridians were destroyed.
The purpose is to accumulate strength, but as powerful as him, he cannot conquer the warriors of the Restoration.
Lead him out of Broken Mountain.
"Hidden Sword, I don't have to do this, but I want to rise quickly. This is the only way he can go."
"But you are not helping him, you are harming him."
"Hidden Sword, in fact, life is a gamble. You and I are both gamblers. I, Yan Li, lost the first half of my life. In the second half of my life, I will not gamble anymore. The game between Yang An and the dynasty is a big gamble. A huge gamble is related to the fate of the world. Since it is a huge gamble, it is inevitable to place bets. No one is born as a gambler and can win every game without risk."
Yan Li looked directly at Zang Jian and told him the reason for doing so.
"Is it a big gamble? If he loses the bet, he will lose everything, including his life. In this big gamble, he will lose everything."
The bet is too big. "
Zang Jian looked at Yan Li seriously.
"Zangjian, don't worry. After collecting these 50,000 restoration warriors, we will immediately prepare funds for you to establish the Destiny Organization."
Yang Feng said heartlessly.
"Yang An, you know that's not what I'm talking about."
"Zangjian, you can't remember what you said to me. You said that there is no upper limit to creating your own swordsmanship. This time is a good training for me. Believe me, I will not hand my life over here easily. .”
Yang Feng put one on Zang Jian's shoulder.
He understands that Zang Jian is a cold-hearted person who looks like he doesn't care about anything on the surface, but at critical moments, he is often the one who cares the most.
"Yang An..."
This time Yang Feng did not look back, he kept up with Yan Li's pace.
Since this restoration warrior sounded so mysterious, he wanted to see it.
Duanmai Mountain is so big that it can accommodate a hundred thousand soldiers.
As for the territory of the Restoration Warriors.
It's in a valley.
It's like an ancient hunting ground.
When Yan Li and Yang Feng approached, a group of nearly a hundred archers drew their bows and nocked arrows, aiming at the two men.
"Tsk, tsk! If you hadn't told me that these were warriors of the Restoration, I would have thought I saw a group of savages."
Because what Yang Feng saw was a group of people who only used animal skins to cover their key parts, leaving other parts exposed.
The muscles in his body explode.
"This is their living habit, which to a certain extent leads to the degradation of their intelligence, but it also strengthens their force value."
After hearing Yan Li's words, Yang Feng also nodded in agreement.
"Jiang Kui, it's me, Jiang Li."
Yan Li took Yang Feng to see the man sitting under a big flag in the center of the valley.
"Stop shooting arrows."
There is a protruding clod of soil at the bottom of the valley. The clod of soil is paved with animal skins and there is a seat made of animal bones.
The big flag that was erected was red, with a twisted word "ginger" written on it.
"Jiang Li, how many times have I told you not to bring anyone to disturb us."
"Jiang Kui, I don't want to disturb you, but this young man wants to challenge you and replace your position in everyone's hearts."
"Hahaha! Challenge me? Do you know that if you want to challenge me, you must first defeat my ten guards, five star generals, and two envoys on the left and right. Before that, he must live with my 50,000 people for half a month. Are you sure he can do this?"
Jiang Kui's rough voice sounded.
"I can!"
Yang Feng's loud voice fell on Jiang Kui's ears.
"Okay! As long as you can survive what I said before, this chief will agree to your request and fight with you."
Jiang Kui patted his strong chest.
Yang Feng's thin body makes him think that it is impossible to accomplish what he said before, and he is really overestimating his ability to challenge him.
"Yang An, after half a month, if you win, I will follow you. If you lose, I will collect your body for you."
"Don't curse me!"
Yang Feng rolled his eyes.
Yan Li smiled and said nothing, turned around and left the valley.
"When you come, you can catch up with him."
"Is it necessary for Yanli to do things so absolutely?"
"This is his own choice. Don't worry. If he leads the Restoration Warriors out of the mountain in half a month, I will follow him, otherwise I will collect his body for him."
Zang Jian glanced at Yan Li and looked at Yang Feng from a distance.
Yang Feng jumped into the valley and began to live as a "savage".
Xu Liu looked at Yang Feng whose back was gradually blurring, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Boy, you won't survive three days."
Looking at the weak Yang Feng, Jiang Kui's lips showed disdain.
When Yang Feng entered the valley, he quickly attracted the attention of others. The first thing was Yang Feng's strange appearance.
Dress up in different clothes.
"Where did you come from, get out of here!"
A tall, muscular man roared out with a deafening voice.
Yang Feng covered his eardrums with both hands and raised his leg to kick.
The strong man stood directly on the spot, and it was Yang Feng who was sent flying away.
"Is this a monster?"
Yang Feng saw it very clearly. This person didn't have any armor, but the elasticity of this flesh was too strong, right?
"Boy, you are very brave!"
After saying that, the strong man grabbed Yang Feng with one hand.
Yang Feng twisted his body to avoid the opponent's attack.
"Boy, are you a loach?"
bass!
Yang Feng drew his sword without saying a word.
"Boy, you are so brave!"
This strong man saw that Yang Feng actually dared to draw his sword at him, which was really commendable for his courage.
"Get my sword."
The strong man shouted, and the two men held a two-meter-long stone sword. The strong man took the stone sword.
With a sound of breaking through the air, he struck out with his sword towards Yang Feng.
This sword was so powerful that Yang Feng was probably almost as powerful as the Sword Cutting the Galaxy, but it had no skill in exerting force.
It's all about strength.
This kind of person is very popular on the battlefield, but in front of a swordsman with superb swordsmanship, he is like a cash machine.
Yang Feng dodged the sword and slashed the opponent's neck with a backhand sword.
boom!
After the stone sword was struck down, the strong man also fell down.
"This...his swordsmanship, is he a swordsman?!"
Sword slaves, sword apprentices, sword masters, sword gods, the one who can easily kill them is at least a sword master.
Jiang Kui, who was sitting on the animal chair in the distance, heard the loud noise.
"I thought I could survive until the next day, but didn't I expect that?"
Yang Feng was in the valley. He did not kill, but found a piece of territory after dealing with the strong men.
After all, these people will belong to him from now on, and he will have to grieve once if he kills one of them.
At night, three or five "savages" gathered around.
Yang Feng has been taking a nap just to see what these brainless guys want to do.
Staying here for fifteen days is not too difficult for him.
But Zangjian's ability to persuade him again and again meant that there must be dangers that he didn't know about.
"That's the Jiang Long he killed."
"Brother Tiger, I will kill him now."
"Wait a minute, since he is a swordsman, we have to find a way to steal his sword first. Then what else can he use to fight us?"
These people are not all brainless. Yang Feng was quite relieved to hear this.
But stealing the sword? Is there such a chance?
