"who are you?"
Sun Luzhen stopped in front of Shen Chenfeng, his face turned gray.
He felt like an ant, no matter what method he used, he could not escape from Shen Chenfeng's grasp.
"My name is Shen Chenfeng."
Shen Chenfeng put his hands behind his back and smiled.
"What is your cultivation level?"
Sun Luzhen swallowed his saliva and asked in a low voice.
After practicing for so long, this was the first time he felt so powerless.
Even in front of Ancestor Xuantian, he didn't feel this way.
"My cultivation is beyond your imagination."
Shen Chenfeng shook his head and did not explain.
"I've been in the Blackstone Territory for so many years, how come I've never heard of your name?"
Sun Luzhen frowned and asked again.
"Now, don't you know?"
Shen Chenfeng waved his hand and said with a chuckle.
"good."
"Shen Chenfeng, I remember you."
Sun Luzhen took a deep breath and said, "I lost to you today because my skills are inferior to others. What are you going to do with me?"
"You go."
Shen Chenfeng waved his hands and said nonchalantly.
Sun Luzhen was slightly startled and asked subconsciously: "You won't kill me?"
"I have no enmity with you, why should I kill you?"
"Besides, you have been kind to me."
"If I kill you, how will I, Shen Chenfeng, face Xuantian Sect in the future?"
Shen Chenfeng chuckled lightly and said with a cold expression.
"The grace of knowing someone?"
Sun Luzhen was obviously stunned and said, "When did this happen? Why didn't I know?"
"You don't have to know."
Shen Chenfeng didn't bother to explain, and said: "You should leave quickly before I change my mind. Otherwise, when I regret it, it will be too late for you to leave."
"good."
"Chen Chenfeng, thank you very much."
Sun Luzhen clasped his hands and took a deep look at Shen Chenfeng.
Then he turned back to the battleship, instantly pierced the clouds, and suddenly left through the air.
At this time, people from the Shen family also came out one after another.
"Shen Chenfeng, let's go."
Shen Yuan was the first to walk out, with an indifferent expression, and said: "Since you came back, our Shen family has been in constant trouble. First it was the prince of Daqi Kingdom, and now it is Xuantian Sect. If you continue to stay, you may Attract some powerful person and cause disaster to our Shen family."
"yes."
"Shen Chenfeng, get out of here."
"We, the Shen family, don't want to be implicated from now on because of you."
The disciples of the Shen family shouted loudly.
Among them, Shen Wancai's voice shouted particularly loudly.
Shen Chenfeng suddenly turned around and looked at the familiar faces, feeling extremely strange.
Are these all his family members?
"Shen Chenfeng, because you are a disciple of the Shen family, we won't argue with you."
"Now, please leave."
Shen Yuan stepped forward and said forcefully.
"That's fine."
Shen Chenfeng nodded, feeling a little helpless.
Although he has long known that this world is not real. But when he was expelled by the Shen family, he still felt a little uncomfortable.
However, Shen Chenfeng was not troubled by this.
He nodded to Shen Yuan, turned around and left directly.
Now that he has returned to Lingwu Continent, he still has many things to do and many people to meet.
For example, Leng Qingqiu.
For example, Su Sihai.
For example, Yue Hanzhu.
For example, Bai Shengxue.
Etc., etc.
Although Shen Chenfeng knew that these former friends would probably have strong hostility towards him.
But he must meet these people.
Thinking of this, Shen Chenfeng felt hot in his heart.
I don’t know, what are they doing at this time?
Shen Chenfeng no longer hesitated, his figure flashed and he came directly to Xuantian Sect.
However, he searched the entire Xuantian Sect and found no trace of Leng Qingqiu.
"It seems that Leng Qingqiu should give lectures in Xuantian City."
Shen Chenfeng thought for a while, then turned around and came to Xuantian City.
really.
Just as Shen Chenfeng thought.
In the square of Xuantian City, thousands of outer disciples surrounded the place.
"What time has it been? Why hasn't Leng Qingqiu come yet?"
"No hurries?"
"If you don't want to hear it, you can leave here without anyone stopping you."
"In that case, I'd better wait."
Perhaps the wait had been too long, and some disciples were already a little impatient, but they were still reluctant to leave.
Shen Chenfeng mingled among the crowd, suddenly felt something, and looked towards the sky.
I saw an extremely powerful sword roar coming from the sky, cutting away thousands of miles of white clouds and scattering them, revealing a large clear sky.
"coming."
Everyone secretly murmured and looked towards the sky at the same time.
I saw a girl who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a purple robe, with a cold face, stepping on the sword light at her feet, like a fairy, slowly falling from the sky.
"Leng Qingqiu!"
Shen Chenfeng looked at the familiar face with a dazed expression, as if he had returned to the scene when he first joined the Xuantian Sect.
"Hello everyone, I am Leng Qingqiu from Yuji Peak. Today I was invited by the Lord of Xuantian City to give you some instruction on the art of swordsmanship."
Leng Qingqiu landed on the stage and looked down at the crowd, her voice full of indifference.
"kendo?"
"Is Leng Qingqiu still a sword cultivator?"
"Of course!"
"Leng Qingqiu is not only a sword cultivator, but he has already understood the heart of the sword and wants to become a master of great sword cultivators."
Thousands of outer disciples were discussing in low voices.
"Now, let me ask the question."
"Does any of you know how many basic sword styles there are in the world?"
Leng Qingqiu ignored everyone's comments and looked towards the crowd.
"I know, I know this."
"There are eight basic sword styles in total, namely thrust, chop, point, shock, chop, pick, chop, and cut."
"Every swordsmanship is composed of these eight basic sword styles."
Countless outer disciples shouted loudly, trying to attract Leng Qingqiu's attention.
Leng Qingqiu nodded and was about to say something.
"wrong!"
"You are all wrong."
A loud voice, like lightning, pierced the entire scene.
Everyone fell silent for an instant and looked towards the sound.
I saw a handsome young man wearing a white robe, with silver hair, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, sitting on the steps, looking at Leng Qingqiu with a smile.
"Be bold!"
"Who are you? How dare you speak nonsense here."
"Looking at your clothes, are you not a disciple of my Xuantian Sect?"
All the outer disciples glared at Shen Chenfeng.
Leng Qingqiu even subconsciously frowned, facing the gentle gaze, and asked coldly: "Since you are wrong, then you can tell me how many basic sword styles there are."
"There are fourteen styles in total."
Without giving Leng Qingqiu a chance to refute, Shen Chenfeng spoke directly and said: "In addition to the eight basic sword postures just mentioned, there are also six sword postures: Flirting, Hanging, Cloud, Cut, Frame, and Wipe."
