When the sun was setting in the west and the sky was filled with haze, a surprising guest came into the windy cave.
If you come uninvited, most of the time the visitor is unkind.
He looked at the visitor and said helplessly: "I have already given up, what do you want?"
Zhou Zihan looked around his cave, "I'm not a serious person, I didn't expect that the place I live in is quite clean."
Feng Qi sighed, "Can you answer my question first? It's getting late, and a man and a woman alone can easily cause criticism."
Zhou Zihan frowned, "Do you always speak so informally?"
Feng Qi sighed again, "There are many handsome and polite senior brothers in the Xueyun Sect. You don't have to condescend to talk to me."
Zhou Zihan put his hands behind his back and asked, "Why did you admit defeat?"
Feng Qi said: "For the time being, I am indeed no match for you. If you don't admit defeat, why are you waiting?"
Zhou Zihan was silent for a while, and then said: "I thought Prince Yanbei could be more out of the world."
Feng Qi raised his eyebrows.
This sentence can be understood in many ways, but no matter how it is understood, it shows that Zhou Zihan has at least imagined what Feng Qi looks like, otherwise he would never have said the word "geng".
There is a comparison only if there is a premise.
Feng Qi subconsciously ignored the former and asked instead: "No intention of interrupting, but what do you think the Crown Prince of Yanbei is like?"
Zhou Zihan looked at him seriously, "It's not like this anyway."
Feng Qi asked again: "What am I like now?"
Zhou Zihan said: "It's careless and cynical."
After a pause, she continued: "Or maybe there is still some humiliation? Who knows?"
Feng Qi smiled and did not explain.
The two fell silent.
Just when Feng Qi didn't know what to do, Zhou Zihan suddenly said: "I want to see your sword."
Feng Qi was slightly startled, thinking that the topic had changed a bit.
He didn't shy away from it, because he knew it was meaningless. Many disciples had guessed that he didn't have a sword while watching the battle, but he knew that this kind of thing could not be hidden from the real geniuses, at least not from the swordsmen of all peaks.
A flash of green light flashed, and the Qingshuang Sword was already in his hand.
Zhou Zihan's eyes lit up and he said, "Is it really an immortal flying sword?"
Feng Qi curled his lips, thinking that this is not yours.
Zhou Zihan suddenly frowned again. She looked at Fengqi, then at Qingshuang Sword, and said, "It's a pity that the pearl is covered in dust."
Feng Qi was a little embarrassed, "Why is the pearl covered in dust? Don't think that if you win, I will be great. I tell you, if I go all out, you may not be my opponent!"
Zhou Zihan raised his head slightly and asked, "Then why don't you?"
Feng Qi said: "After all, you are also a woman. It would be too ugly if you go all out to deal with a woman."
Zhou Zihan raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you look down on women?"
Feng Qi didn't dare, and explained: "It's just that the education I received since childhood does not allow me to hurt women."
Zhou Zihan said reluctantly: "It's ugly... wouldn't it be ugly to admit defeat?"
Feng Qi smiled, "It's better than being covered in blood and still losing."
Zhou Zihan said: "I don't think I have seen those sword skills you used that day."
Feng Qi said: "That's not a sword technique, it's a spear technique, called Overlord Spear."
Zhou Zihan snorted and asked, "Can you teach me?"
Feng Qi thought to himself, why does a girl like you want to learn such a large-scale combat skill as the Overlord Spear?
Zhou Zihan looked at him, "I remember you said you wanted to give me a swordsmanship final."
Feng Qi scratched his hair and put an embarrassed smile on his face.
"I don't want the swordsmanship final." Zhou Zihan said seriously: "I want to learn the Overlord Spear."
Feng Qi was silent for a while, then stood up and took a stack of paper from the desk to Zhou Zihan, "These are the information I compiled a few days ago. There are notes on marksmanship and marksmanship with swords. Except for the last stand, they are all here. Now, take it back and read it. If you don’t understand, you can ask me.”
After returning from Wuhen Palace, he wrote down these papers based on his memory. Unexpectedly, he got an advantage from Zhou Zihan.
Zhou Zihan raised his eyebrows, "Why not fight to the death?"
Feng Qi said seriously: "It's not impossible. If you can accept being exposed, it's not like I can't teach you."
Zhou Zihan's face turned red as she seemed to remember what a last-ditch battle was.
Feng Qi looked out the window, "It's late at night, you should leave quickly."
Zhou Zihan didn't move.
Feng Qi asked: "Is there anything else?"
Zhou Zihan hesitated for a while and asked, "Can you accompany me for a walk?"
The transfer here probably wouldn't be within Xueyun Sect, otherwise Zhou Zihan wouldn't have to ask him to come with him. Is he going out to practice?
Feng Qi thought to himself that this was the real point, and asked without thinking: "Where?"
Zhou Zihan said: "Anywhere will do. Master said that I lack experience and have to go see the scenery outside to ensure that the sword's heart is clear."
Feng Qi raised his eyebrows, "Why me? There should be a lot of people who want to accompany you, right?"
Zhou Zihan said: "I heard that you have read many books."
Feng Qi said: "What's the use of the book if He Ren takes action?"
Zhou Zihan said seriously: "It's enough for me to do the work. I just need an encyclopedia. Now, you just need to tell me your answer."
Feng Qi was silent for a while and asked, "When are you leaving?"
Zhou Zihan thought for a while, "I originally wanted to leave tomorrow, but you should watch Senior Brother Mou Linhan's Sword Theory. You have just started, and there should be a lot to be familiar with. Let's set it in two months. What do you think?" Sample?"
Feng Dian nodded, "Okay, let's make this decision."
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The battles in the Mental Realm are much more exciting than those in the Hunyuan Realm, because their realm is higher, and more importantly, if they perform well in the Zhufengjianjian, they are likely to be favored by the elders and even the peak masters, and thus be directly accepted as a direct disciple. , no longer need to learn swordsmanship from the chiefs of each peak.
Feng Qi couldn't stop yawning as he watched everyone on the field come and go.
It's not that I'm conceited, but I went through a big battle yesterday, then got criticized again, went back to the cave to make evidence to cover my lies, and finally received Zhou Zihan, which was really a bit tiring.
After watching two games, he shook his head and closed his eyes to fall asleep.
Seeing him like this, the disciples from all peaks whispered.
"Is this Prince Yanbei?" This was the question asked by the disciple who was not present yesterday.
"What a shame! Could it be that he thinks that he can let Xueyun rely on his talents if he has some talents?" Fenglei Peak disciple said angrily.
"I originally thought that there were only those rough guys in Yanbei, but I didn't expect that there would be a young man as slender and well-proportioned as Junior Brother Feng, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes." There is a disciple at Zhuyue Peak who is a nymphomaniac.
The disciples of Wuhen Peak were still in the stage of complaining about their elder brother. Looking at Feng Qi's appearance, they felt even more angry, but did not speak.
The senior brothers Huixinjing were not present, and none of them were Feng Qi's opponent.
Feng Qi listened to the whispers in his ears and didn't care. When he opened his eyes again, the first day of sword debate among the peaks was coming to an end.
Mou Linhan stood on the stage, Yuan Hong Sword floating one foot away from his shoulder.
His opponent was the second disciple of Fenglei Peak, Mei Hanqing.
The draws for the Zhufeng Sword Discussion are random. Although this is unfair to some high-ranking disciples, it at least ensures that the sword discussion every day is watchable.
Mei Hanqing asked softly: "Do you want me to lose to you on purpose?"
Mou Linhan was a little surprised and asked, "Are you mentally ill?"
Mei Qinghan was furious and said angrily: "Could it be that you have no objection at all to the sword being robbed?"
Mou Linhan was even more surprised. He shook his head and said, "Wan Jiang is right. The disciples of Fenglei Peak are all stunned. Starting from Zhang Chen, there is no one with a normal mind."
After a pause, he mocked: "Who the sword is is my private matter at Wuhen Peak. What does it have to do with whether you lose to me or not? Besides, if Zhang Chen is standing here, he still has some capital to say this. Who do you think you are? Are you worthy of talking to me like this?"
Mei Qinghan stopped talking.
His fingers pushed on the hilt of the sword, exposing an inch of the sword's edge.
The two sword lights collided together, and the sword clanged loudly.
There were several deep sword marks on the sword discussion platform.
The sword light kept colliding, and the sword discussion platform soon fell into pieces, and was about to be reduced to ruins.
They are both third-generation disciples. In fact, there is no visible gap between the chief disciple and the second-ranked disciple. Taking Wuhen Peak as an example, Mou Linhan can definitely defeat Wan Jiang, but he will definitely not be able to defeat Wan Jiang easily.
The same goes for other peaks.
We are all the proud sons of heaven, who is worse than the other?
Except Sheng Yun.
Even in Xueyun where monsters gather, he is the most dazzling monster.
Maybe Zhou Zihan and Feng Qi can catch up, but they still can't hide the glory that belongs to him.
It's hard to tell the difference on the sword stage.
The sword discussion was in full swing under the stage.
High above the viewing platform.
An elder from Wuhen Peak frowned.
An extremely majestic energy rushed out of his body, gathered under the two sword lights that kept colliding, and formed a new sword discussion platform.
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"Collect the evening clouds!"
"Wind and thunder appear!"
The battle situation became more and more anxious, and the two upper-level disciples finally began to use their own methods to suppress the situation.
A dense sword mist rose from the sword discussion platform, looking like haze in the evening.
There was a white light scurrying around in the haze, like lightning swimming in the clouds.
Feng Qi sighed, a look of regret in his eyes.
Li Ruoyu sat next to him. Hearing his sigh, he was startled and asked, "Why did Jianzi sigh?"
Feng Qi said: "I sigh because senior brother is about to lose."
Li Ruoyu asked in confusion: "Why did senior brother lose?"
Feng Qi just wanted to speak.
Wan Jiang said coldly: "Shut up if you don't know! Wan Yunshou has always been Feng Lei Xian's nemesis. Now that Mei Qinghan has been trapped by senior brother's sword mist, how can he lose?"
Feng Qi was silent for a while and then smiled, "What the second senior brother taught me is that it was the junior brother who lied."
At this moment, a sudden change occurred.
The cry of swallows suddenly came from the sword mist.
Wan Jiang was startled.
Li Ruoyu was surprised and said: "Isn't it the wind and thunder? Why is there the sound of the swallow's cry?"
Feng Qi stood up, "Because the sword used by Feng Lei Feng is not Feng Lei Xian, but Fei Yan Zhu Yue."
Wan Jiang's expression was ugly and he asked, "Did you know that it was Feiyan Zhuyue?"
Feng Qi said: "Although Feng Lei Xian and Fei Yan Zhuyue are very similar in appearance, they are more violent. Let alone the state of mind, even the Brilliance Realm cannot be used dozens of times within a few breaths. Therefore, previously That sword light scurrying around is definitely not Feng Lei Xian."
After a pause, he continued: "If the eldest brother had used Immovable Rulin immediately after realizing Zhang Chen's attack, it would probably have been a draw... I don't know why the eldest brother would risk everything and choose Wan Yun to accept. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword mist on the sword discussion stage instantly disintegrated and turned into haze that filled the sky.
Mei Qinghan panted heavily and looked at Mou Linhan with a more solemn look.
There were countless cuts on Mou Linhan's sword robe, and blood soaked half of his body.
Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, his face was a little pale, but his expression was still calm, just like before.
He bowed slightly and saluted Mei Qinghan, "I accept."
"You..." Mei Qinghan said suddenly.
Mou Linhan didn't let him finish what he said, and said seriously: "I know what you are confused about, but I might meet Zhang Chen later, so I can't tell you."
Mei Qinghan was speechless.
The Wuhen Peak disciples cheered.
Fenglei Feng's momentum was a little low, but it was okay. After all, he was challenging the first place as the second-ranked player, so losing was justified.
Zhang Chen waved to Mei Qinghan, "Come back."
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Traceless peak.
Feng Qi looked at Mou Linhan who was being bandaged and said, "Elder brother."
Mou Linhan frowned, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he hummed.
Feng Qi considered the words and asked, "Why don't you want to win?"
Mou Linhan hummed again and asked, "Didn't I win?"
Feng Qi said: "But you didn't have to suffer these injuries."
Mou Linhan raised his head and glanced at Feng Qi before focusing on his wound again, "It doesn't matter, it can be cured."
Feng Qi was silent for a while, "Is it really not because of me?"
Mou Linhan smiled and asked, "What does it have to do with you?"
Feng Qi thought about the comments he heard during the sword discussion and hesitated: "Jianzi..."
Mou Linhan burst into laughter, interrupted him and said, "Idiot, even if I beat Mei Qinghan, what does this mean? There is no need to connect two completely unrelated things. Don't worry too much."
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