However, the scumbag who appeared out of nowhere, instead won the game all at once, making Luo Ming's conspiracy bankrupt. When he was happy, he didn't know why he was beaten and fell into the casting cauldron.
During the whole process, her senior sister was closing her eyes and resting, completely unaware of what was going on outside.
"Ouch, Senior Sister, what time is it, you—"
Yu Feiyuan suddenly opened her eyes and stood up from her seat at once.
"Time is up."
Then he ignored Huofeng and the others and walked out. Looking at Huofeng and others, they looked at each other in dismay.
As soon as they got outside, a Luo family disciple shouted.
"Sit back! Don't—"
Before the voice fell, he flew backwards and threw out a blood whip, as if it was knocked out by a fierce invisible force.
Yu Feiyuan took a big step and sneaked into the Luo family's secret room along the periphery. But on the way, he met a familiar figure.
"It's a coincidence." Elder Shou Nianxu said with a smile, "Where is the head of Yudai going?"
Yu Feiyuan cupped her hands and said, "Destroy the devil."
"If that's the case, I'll be with the old man all the way. Please."
Chapter 114 Wind
Ten years ago, in the vast and far-reaching forests of southern Xinjiang, a young man met him.
The young man did not know the Central Plains people before this. Even the Central Plains merchants who occasionally passed by in the village, he only dared to watch them from a distance. Watching them conjure up one after another gorgeous and delicate commodity, but I don't know what it is. Using the ingenious but unskilled local dialect, he quarreled with the village chief, and in the end he always left with a smile. Besides, there has never been the slightest contact.
He was full of curiosity about this outsider from a strange land. But the man's ability is still beyond the imagination of the young man.
This man has great powers, as if he knows everything and is omnipotent. He overcame thorns, went deep into the jungle, and wiped out the vermin that surrounded the village. The bandits who had been invading the boy's hometown for more than ten years were all annihilated within three nights under his design. When the leader of the bandit who killed the entire young family was called out of the duel by him, he did not know that hundreds of his subordinates were dead. And this didn't make much difference. The man picked up a sword on the ground and killed him with a single sword.
When the man was about to go further south, the young man slammed his head on the ground and threw his five bodies to the ground, as if he was bowing to an ancient god. The young man begged the man to take him away, and he wanted to follow the man to the ends of the earth.
He remembered that in the sunlight of Maolin's poisoning, the young man felt a thud next to his head, and there was an extra sword—the iron sword that cut off the head of his enemy.
The boy raised his head, the figure of the man was the same as the light, and he could hardly see clearly.
"Going to the south, I will have great dangers to take. The journey is not smooth, and only the warriors can enter the end."
The man paused before speaking.
"I only have a few months to train you. If you can keep up, come on."
After this sentence, the man has a valet behind the saddle, fast-handed and fast-footed. A boy who doesn't like to talk, but runs like the wind.
The boy practiced swordsmanship alongside the man. His talent with the sword was unprecedented. It even made the man have the idea of accepting an apprentice that he had not had for a long time. Even the eldest son, who was full of man-like appearance and never sternly smiled, once said with a smile: "If this child had met his father a few years earlier, he might be the number one young swordsman in Luojian Villa by now."
The man didn't say anything, but in his heart he compared the boy with the eldest son. If there is more time for training, the future chief of the sword room and the candidate to assist the head of the family may already be available.
The progress of juvenile martial arts can be said to be a thousand miles away, except that silence is the same as innocence.
"You need a name, the name of the Central Plains."
One day, the man said when a young man who became more and more vigorous killed a tiger.
"Your sword is like everyone else, it looks like the wind when it comes out. Let it be named after the wind."
The young man understood what Feng meant, so he smiled and nodded in response.
It was a long time ago that he was called the 'wind sword' by the people around him.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, please wake up."
It was Yujian who called him softly.
The only female disciple among the Four Swords has always spoken softly to him. Unlike others who had to be respectful because they were afraid of him, Yu Jian softly had a bright smile when he called him 'Senior Brother'. Sometimes the handsome face is flushed, as if with some kind of excitement.
I don't know when, Feng Jian was a little afraid to see her. So there was nothing to say to her.
The one-eyed young man sat up, and the last scene he saw in his head was that he was still dueling people in the ring.
Huojian is the younger junior brother among the four, and he is the most quick-talking and quick-talking about everything that happened.
Feng Jian recalled the skill of the scumbag, and he could be compared with his master, if he was a peerless master. If the master had not been prepared earlier, I am afraid that the chaos has not stopped today.
"Brother."
Thunder Sword's thick voice sounded.
"Master has something to explain."
Sealed in a rectangular brocade box, Fengjian was known to be a rare and rare weapon just from the fierce aura radiating from the inside.
Lei Jian saw that Feng Jian did not receive the brocade box, and opened the brocade box facing Feng Jian. A quaint long sword was revealed. This sword is very ancient. The Qifeng hidden in the sheath can break gold and iron, and it also represents a legendary sword school in the martial arts.
Fengjian naturally recognizes this sword.
For this sword, he led the three swords to hide in Mount Lu for half a year, and the wind and rain did not change. Finally, in a heavy rain, the four of them encircled, and they took the 'Five Elders' from the hands of 'Wind Crossing the Dragon Court'.
"This 'five elders' is left to you by the master." Lei Jian's eyes were as usual, his awe for this senior brother was no less than that of the master, and his tone could not contain the excitement, "Senior brother, you have always been worse than the master. A strange weapon that matches your swordsmanship. With this five elders, who is your opponent besides the master?"
Feng Jian's swordsmanship has always been well received among Luo Ming's disciples, and even among those who know him, even including Luo Ming.
The deep inner strength he received from the Poison King and the excellent martial arts inherited from his master could not conceal his unique understanding of swordsmanship.
There is another point that even his master cannot reach. The wind-like swift sword is unique to him.
No matter what kind of swordsmanship he uses, he can always find a quick trick. Perhaps it is due to the ancient wildness hidden in the body. When he shot to kill for the first time, the opponent's martial arts were still far ahead of him, but the first time the two sides met, they died tragically under his sword. Not even his sword light could be seen clearly.
"Master ordered us to strictly guard the man inside this door."
There is a secret room in front of them, which has always locked the most precious things. Before that, it was Suo's blueprint for the magic weapon that would be born today.
Needless to say, what is locked inside is naturally the current sage.
Lei Jian said: "Master said, if someone can come here, then we want to take the blood of his heart. Brother, please pick up the five elders and take away the blood of the enemy's heart."
"Oh? So you want to get our hearts blood?"
An unreasonable voice sounded, and then I saw two figures, one fat and one tall, actually walked to where they were.
The old man was Elder Wudang, and the other woman was the only person in the audience who Master thought was qualified to threaten Fengjian's victory.
"Oh, I'm getting old. How can I give you any blood, but I drank too much tea just now, do you want some urine?"