"Even if you are not the master of a thousand sects, even if you don't say this, you can't use this skill indiscriminately." Ji Haifeng said sternly: "Martial arts are originally the expansion and extension of the human body. The body's tolerance and the power of martial arts are This set of Nine Demon Swords is originally an extremely superior martial arts. Although you can comprehend the essence of it, it doesn’t have the physique to match it. It doesn’t matter if you use it occasionally. If you try to lift the sword, you may lose your life "What Ji Haifeng said is true. Feng completed Ji Haifeng’s 20 years of hard work in two years. The suffering and risks that should have been experienced in these 20 years will show up in Feng ten times as often. His nightmare and sudden heart pulse are the sequelae of Liandao. These things may not be known until I see Jing Muyan. "What's more, although martial arts is a contest of skills and souls, the competition of peerless martial artists is not that. The real martial artists do not stick to techniques and do not rely on weapons. They are fighting for years." Ji Haifeng said something seems to be something. Mysterious, can years and years be comparable
"Times can be compared? Is it younger than who?" Feng is not clear, so this is the first time he has heard of such remarks. In fact, Ji Haifeng has only realized this concept in recent years, and time is what the warrior ultimately wants to pursue.
"Yes, it is years. The accumulation of experience is impossible to train and comprehend, just like towering trees and sprouting seeds. They all develop from a single seed, but because of the time gap, they finally have quality. Great leap.” No matter how seconds and how skillful he is, he is still a young man after all.
"Okay, okay. I'm a scholar. This set of swordsmanship is good for self-defense, and I don't usually fight with it. Besides, don't you have the Doumuqi kid to shoot?" Feng thought of that. The monk sighed for a while, wondering how the brothers are now.
"It's good if you understand. Take this deer knife with you. You'd better go to the Gu Sect in the next step, or else the soul-catching purple pupils are really buried in vain." Ji Haifeng and Feng have no masters. In the name of apprentices, the two of them seem to have forgotten their friendship.
"Well, the delay is two years. If the Gu Sect stays with me for too long, then I won't do it!" Feng is thinking of his brothers who share life and death. They have been out for more than two years. I don't know how they are
"As far as I know. Gu sect mentality is often recorded in ancient books, according to your comprehension, plus the Gu sect master's instructions, I am afraid that within three months your purple pupil will be successful." Ji Haifenghe The Gu sect master still had a fate. As for the purple pupil that hadn't met in a century, Ji Haifeng took a breath, but fortunately Feng was not a lunatic.
From Daxinganling, Feng Feng went straight to Yimeng Mountain. Gumen is located between the Yimeng mountains and rivers. It is elegant and secluded with extraordinary scenery. The Yingke boy was playing with his mobile phone, and Feng finally couldn't help clearing his throat.
"Ahem, ahem." Feng thought to himself that you've been playing with cutting a watermelon for ten minutes. Ignore me and I will go through the mountain.
"Wait, this set may break the record." The boy didn't lift his head, his eyes moved with the ups and downs of the bomb, and the focus made people laugh.
When he finally saw him cut the last exploding pomegranate, Feng only adjusted the corner of his clothes and said straightly: "We will report the trouble, and come to worship the mountain on behalf of the monarch."
"Daidaijunchie! Which Daijunchie are you?" The Yingke boy widened his eyes, and happened to meet Feng's purple pupil. He had no questions at all, he rushed into the door, shouting all the way: "On behalf of the emperor, he will be a guest from far away, and Yimeng Mountain will welcome him ten miles away."
It was really ten miles to welcome each other. Feng had walked for three quarters of an hour before seeing the Gu Sect's buildings hidden in the valley. The two leading Gu Sect disciples, the master of the Blue Sect, were waiting in the same place. In the pavilion, frost-hung sideburns, rickety figure. The loneliness that can be seen and can't be seen, the youth that can be retained and can't be retained.
"Little nephew sees the Lan Sect Master." Little is Feng's righteous sister, and it is appropriate for him to call himself a nephew. The last time I met with Lan Sect Master was because of a little bit of sacrifice. I don't know when the relationship between the two men has become very complicated, like friends, like relatives, and perhaps, there is a little bit of resentment.
"Sit down." The master of the blue door looked at Feng up and down. Maybe Feng didn't know, because he became famous because of the battle with Mr. Liang. He is now a famous figure in the rivers and lakes, but he has mysteriously disappeared for more than two years, Lao Jin The place in the ditch is off the beaten track, and the wind media in the rivers and lakes did not hear the news there.
"Where did you go to learn martial arts in the past two years?" The sword energy that occasionally spilled from Feng was still carefully caught by the Lan Sect master.
"In the past two years, I have been learning the sword technique with Senior Ji Haifeng." Feng answered honestly. As expected, everyone in the rivers and lakes should not be underestimated. I haven't heard how strong Gu Sect Kungfu is, and the sword spirit he tried to hide was discovered.
"Nine styles of demon swords?" Lan Sect master frowned and thought for a while, "Thousand gate masters must never practice martial arts! What's more, such a domineering sword technique." Thousand gate masters do not practice martial arts. This is a rule left behind for thousands of years. .
"Mr. Li didn't pass the thousand gates to me that day, he just entrusted the thousand gates to me." Feng is only holding the thousand gate fluorite fingers on his behalf, and he is not the real thousand gate master.
"It's not the same. You must not use this set of swords easily." Lan Sect Master still frowned, "I am here to study the Purple Eye Soul Contemplation technique?" Of course he can't forget Feng's concealment. The purple pupils under the sunglasses, those are the daughter's eyes, they are pretty almost fascinating.
"The Third Sister once entrusted it to me. Even though I can't let Zitong shine in the rivers and lakes like a person in Gu Sect, I must not bury this friendship." Feng put down her sunglasses, and the deep purple pupil reflected Out of the blue door master's faint sadness.
The blue sect master seemed to be worried about something, "You know, although Zitong is the most treasured Gu Sect, it is accompanied by a curse in this world. Zitong opened his eyes and the demon king descended. No one with purple pupils finally had it. Good death. That day, I was scared a little bit worried about it, so I didn't tell her that all the people who had purple pupils in the past have died miserably."
It turns out that Zitong still has such an unknown secret. "If Lan Sect Master is worried about my destiny, there is no need." Feng paused: "A person like me must not end well, just like a master calmly retreating from the rivers and lakes. I only hope that I can choose the way to end my life. That's it." For the faith in his heart, Feng had already realized that even if he was betting on his life, he would not hesitate to do so.