Zhou Fei stretched his hand towards the lake.
"This lake was cut out by my little teacher, Xin Zhige, with a sword. There is still a ray of frosty sword intent floating above the lake, so this area is very peaceful, there are no fierce beasts, and no demon cultists. My bet with you is, who can comprehend this sword intent first!"
Ling Zhaoyan looked at Zhou Fei with the eyes of a lunatic.
This bet is crazy.
Zhou Fei is a miscellaneous scholar, and after Yong Yan worshipped Heng Yunzhe, he also became a teacher.
The two of them didn't dabble in kendo much, let alone comprehend it, even if it is more difficult to perceive the Shuangtian sword intent.
If you have to say who is strong and who is weak, it must be Yong Yan.
Teacher Nian is the one with the most sensitive perception of aura among the many occupations in the Great Wilderness. The Shuangtian sword intent is also a kind of aura, so once the contest really starts, Prince Yong Yan's chance of winning is definitely more than 70%.
The only thing Zhou Fei relied on was that Xin Zhige came from the academy.
Shuangtian Jianyi also carried Xin Zhige's own remnant thoughts, Zhou Fei had noticed it before.
But even if that remnant thought agrees with Zhou Fei, whether the sword intent will be absorbed by Zhou Fei's comprehension is still unknown.
It can be said that Zhou Fei's probability of winning this bet is too low.
It feels like giving someone a head on purpose.
Prince Yong Yan looked at the lake.
The surface of the lake still enters smoothly, without even a single ripple.
The sky reflected in it, instantly making people feel the illusion of being indistinguishable from heaven and earth.
Yong Yan took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes.
This feeling is very peaceful and very comfortable.
After a moment, he nodded and said: "Okay, I agree to this bet."
Zhou Fei said, “It’s better to hit the sun than to choose a day. Let’s start today. You go to the other side of the lake so that we can see each other together. Otherwise, I’m afraid that I will understand and understand, so I’ll start to attack you suddenly.”
"What should I do if I lose?" Yong Yan asked.
"For a cultivator, the most important thing is the sea of air. No matter who loses, how about the sea of air?" Zhou Fei replied.
Ling Zhaoyan stared at him with wide eyes, and whispered, "Zhou Fei, are you really crazy?"
Zhou Fei threw her a panic-stricken look, and then stared straight at Yong Yan.
Yong Yan hesitated, "How do I believe you?"
Zhou Fei put his palm up next to his cheek, and said solemnly: "I swear in the name of the master that I will never leave this lake for half a step during the gambling contract. Break your promises."
Yong Yan nodded, and began to swear.
"Goddess is on the top, Yong Yan swears here that if he loses to Zhou Fei in the bet, he will abandon Qihai and never break his promise."
After swearing, Yong Yan turned around and left.
After he left, Zhou Fei also let out a long sigh of relief and slumped on the ground.
Ling Zhaoyan came over, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "How can you make such a bet with him? It's not that I despise you, but the Shuangtian sword intent that even I can't understand. How can you understand it? Let's talk about Yong Yan is a teacher. His perception of aura is several times or even dozens of times that of yours. You are sure to lose."
Zhou Fei simply lay on the grass and said with a smile, "So what?"
"Do you want to become a waste person?" Ling Zhaoyan asked, remembering something immediately, and sneered: "I forgot, you used to have the nickname of Chang'an No. 1 Waste Material. Being a waste person may not be the case for you. It's not a punishment."
This
Ling Zhaoyan regretted it.
The relationship with Zhou Fei has only just eased, and as a result, he said the wrong thing under the confusion, and the relationship between the two is afraid that it will be back to freezing point again.
However, Zhou Fei was not angry, with a smile on his face, and said, "I didn't say that if I lose the gambling, I really want to abolish the sea of qi."
"What?!" Ling Zhaoyan was horrified, "Can this kind of thing be used as a joke? You swear by your master's reputation."
Zhou Fei lazily said, "Although I haven't seen the Master, I'm sure that if I lose and ruin the sea of anger in accordance with the gambling agreement, the Master will call me a fool."
Ling Zhaoyan's Three Views were shocked again.
And it was the Master who impacted her this time!
The person most admired besides the master.
The master who is known as the strongest man in the Great Wilderness.
How can it be said from Zhou Fei's mouth that it is like an old rogue and old hooligan
"You're talking nonsense, how could the Master be like this? How can he tolerate his disciples tarnishing his honor at will." Ling Zhaoyan still refused to believe it and said.
Zhou Fei smiled and said: "Don't you really believe it. I have learned about Master from several senior brothers and sisters. He is extremely indifferent to these red tapes and ancestral rituals, and what he cares about is the joy of life. Don’t make Jinzun empty to the moon. So whenever I have time, I will take my big brother to wave everywhere, walk thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and see the flowers blooming."
Ling Zhaoyan murmured and repeated: "You must be happy in life, don't let Jinzunkong face the moon... This sentence is really a clever plan. Is it a poem made by the master and his old man? What does the whole poem look like? I listen."
Zhou Fei came back to his senses all at once, pretending to be too much, and took all the poems of the Great God Li Bai in the space next door, forgetting that there was no Great God Li Bai in this world.
Fortunately, Ling Zhaoyan did not misunderstand that this poem was written by him. Since he thinks it was written by the master, it is better to put his brain on the master.
"Yes, it is the masterpiece of his old man. But I have only heard these two sentences read by senior brothers and sisters. I don't know what the whole poem looks like for the time being." Zhou Fei said.
Ling Zhaoyan said with regret: "That's... what a pity."
Zhou Fei made a closing speech: "In short, the Master does not value reputation. We swear by his reputation that he won’t get angry if he knows it. On the contrary, we don’t cherish life and cultivation, and die casually, casually. He will be really angry if he abolishes his cultivation base."
At this point, Ling Zhaoyan has nothing to say.
"Then you have a good understanding, even if you are ready to break the contract, once Yong Yan understands the sword intent first, he will definitely not let you go." Ling Zhaoyan retreated and said second.
Zhou Fei hummed, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Ling Zhaoyan didn't hit a spot with anger, but just kicked up.
Of course it's very light, just touch Zhou Fei's waist gently with your toes: "Get up, don't you still have to comprehend sword intent?"
Zhou Fei turned over: "Don't worry, don't worry, get some sleep first."
Ling Zhaoyan smiled directly.
But comprehending the sword intent is really a hasty.
…
Zhou Fei and others are not alone in this lake.
There are still some people standing in places where Zhou Fei can't see them.
Knowing Yueguan, Wu You.
Hanging Temple, blooming monk.
They are the strongest young disciples in each sect.
They came here also for the secret record of the heavenly path.
Do not
After such a "unexpected" duel, it also attracted the ideas of the two of them.
Not long after, two more people came over.
The four people stand in a finished shape, and the distance between each other is about thirty feet.
It seems to be very far away, but for the four people present, a distance of thirty feet can be reached by breathing.
"The little monk has seen Wu benefactor and Feng benefactor."
The blooming monk has long eyebrows, and the monk robes he wears are old, but spotless, and there is always a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and the heart of the person watching it is warm.
Standing on his right is Wu You. He nodded slightly and said, "I didn't expect to meet two Taoist friends here. Especially Feng Jianche, you are very courageous."
Feng Huayue made a face at Wu You.
Feng Jianche said indifferently: "My courage has always been great."
Wu You said, "You shouldn't come."
Feng Jianche said: "This is my hometown, I am here by myself."
"Your appearance caused great chaos in the world, and the temple personally took action and was driven back to the far north after sacrificing countless people. Is it worth it?" Wu You said.
Feng Jianche said coldly: "With the Secret Record of the Heavenly Path, my clan will no longer allow the temple to insult."
The monk Hua said with a smile: "The little monk is also interested in the secret record, but I don't know where the Demon Cult Mountain Gate that was destroyed by Xin Zhige more than a hundred years ago is located? Is it where we are now?"
Feng Jianche said: "The secret record is the property of our holy sect."
"Feng Jianche, you're too overbearing, right?" Wu You said, "Do you want to fight me?"
Monk Huahua said lightly: "You two should not be impulsive. It will be bad if you hurt your harmony."
Although that was said, everyone entered the alert mode.
Once the opponent has any disturbance, they will immediately attack without hesitation.
From the scene, Wu You and Blossom should be on the same side, because Feng Jianche is the young master of the Demon Cult, and eradicating the Demon Cult is a matter of course.
However, this concept will only exist among ordinary practitioners. At the level of Wu You and them, whether it is the Demon Sect or any other sect, there is no difference in their eyes.
Those who stop us are all enemies.
Therefore, the flowering monk and Wu You are unlikely to join forces.
This is also the reason why Feng Jianche dared to show up here with his younger sister.
If Wu You teamed up with Hua Monk, he would definitely be unstoppable.
"Hey, this one is destined to be unable to fight. Why don't we also learn from those two children, how about a bet?" said the monk Hua.
Wu You snorted.
Feng Jianche said: "I choose Zhou Fei."
"Oh? I haven't said yet, Young Master Feng knows what to bet?" Huahua asked with a smile.
"Apart from this, are there any other bets?" Feng Jianche said indifferently.
"Wu donor, which one do you choose?" Huahua asked again.
Wu lobbyed: "Yong Yan."
"Then I will choose Ling Zhaoyan." Huahua said, "Although she did not participate in the bet between Yong Yan and Zhou Fei, I think she will definitely understand the sword in the next period of time. Ha, that But Shuangtian sword intent is Xin Zhige's sword intent."
The three are not talking.
Because each other already understands.
The wind blew, and the lake surface rippled.
Zhou Fei entered a dream.
He saw the man again.
The Xin Zhige who is holding a sharp sword and breaking the earth with a sword.
(End of this chapter)