If Yu Zhenzi knew that Chen Feng was worried about the style of Feijian, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.
You know, in Feijian Pavilion, you don't have the right to choose at all.
But now, Chen Feng is shamelessly choosing the Feijian style here.
Chen Feng was slowly choosing various styles in Feijian Pavilion, but on Tianjian Peak, it was very lively at this time.
Many elite disciples were discussing with many elders and sect masters, but Yu Zhenzi's face was very ugly.
This time his disciple chose the sword, such a big event, he did not expect that such a thing happened.
The reason is very simple, because the flying sword wheel above the flying sword pavilion has stopped spinning.
There are two possibilities for the flying sword wheel to stop spinning. One possibility is that the person in the Jiange is a mediocre person, and there is no suitable flying sword and sword control cheats for him. And the second is impossible at all, because that is because the person who chooses the sword has surpassed the body of the spiritual cultivation world, and neither the sword nor the fencing technique in the spiritual cultivation world is suitable for him to use.
And everyone knows, including Yu Zhenzi, that this second possibility is impossible, and if there is such a person, it is impossible to appear in the world of spiritual cultivation.
The remaining result is that Yu Zhenzi's disciple is mediocre, and no flying sword and sword control skills are suitable for him.
Yu Zhenzi didn't want to accept this fact, he couldn't believe that his disciple was a mediocre person, but the truth was clearly in front of him.
Quite a few people felt a little disappointed. Naturally, they were brothers who had a good relationship with Yu Zhenzi, while some showed sinister smiles.
Many of the people among them are peeping at the position of the head.
There were rumors before that Yu Zhenzi intends to pass on his position as head of the sect to his closed disciple.
But now it seems that this disciple is a good-for-nothing, and it is still unknown who will be the head of the school!
Naturally, Yu Zhenzi couldn't wait any longer, he didn't know what exactly his disciple encountered in Feijian Pavilion.
He made a seal with his hands, and he actually took it to see the image of his disciple in Feijian Pavilion.
Among the sects, except for the head who has the right to display the image of Feijian Pavilion by any means, others have no such qualifications.
Seeing Yu Zhenzi's magical combination of images, everyone looked at the picture formed out of thin air. At this time, Chen Feng's figure appeared in the picture.
Seeing the handsome and extraordinary Chen Feng, everyone was not surprised at all. In the world of spiritual cultivation, handsome men are not very useful, the most important thing is strength!
Among so many people, the one who was most surprised was Baihua Fairy Ziyun. She unexpectedly saw him again, his face had already been imprinted in her mind.
Originally, he had been forced to restrain himself recently and let himself concentrate on cultivation, but he didn't expect to see him again at this time.
Seeing Chen Feng, Baihua Fairy Ziyun thought of the scene in Chiyan Cave again, her delicate cheeks turned pink, and she was afraid to look at Chen Feng in the picture.
How can I have these unscrupulous thoughts, he is your nephew!
Baihua Fairy Ziyun didn't think about anything, and she didn't want to have anything to do with Chen Feng, but she always felt that Chen Feng's shadow appeared in her brain, which was disrespect for her teacher.
Looking at Chen Feng in the picture, many spiritual cultivators who were dissatisfied with Yu Zhenzi couldn't help laughing. This is really ridiculous, a waste material, but still have such behavior.
In Tianjian Pavilion, all kinds of flying swords are scattered all over the place at this time.
"The style is too old." Chen Feng threw it away with one hand. "The style is too earthy." Continue to throw away.
Holds a worn sword. "Second-hand ones, not rare." He threw away the sword in his hand again.
At this time, Chen Feng had been choosing a sword for a long time, but he still didn't choose a flying sword that suited his heart.
Sitting on the ground, looking up at the sky, at this moment he saw a nice flying sword.
This flying sword is larger in size, two or three times that of ordinary flying swords, and its color is dark black. On the blade of the flying sword, there are many gears.
There is also a black dragon hovering above the hilt of the flying sword. This black dragon is carved so vividly that it looks like a living dragon.
"This sword is not bad, it is domineering enough." Chen Feng immediately took a fancy to this flying sword.
But this flying sword is floating in the sky, Chen Feng can't fly, so naturally he can't get it.
Chen Feng climbed up step by step along the dark pavilion on the wall, looking a bit embarrassed.
At this time, on Feijian Peak, a middle-aged man came to Yu Zhenzi with a smile on his face. "Junior brother, your apprentice's performance is really astonishing. He has a good eye, and he even took a fancy to the dragon and demon sword. I just don't know if he can control this flying sword!"
Hearing what his senior brother said, Yu Zhenzi's face was extremely ugly. This apprentice is really outrageous, no sword will recognize him as the master, and he even wants to get the dragon and demon sword.
You must know that this sword, even Yu Zhenzi, cannot control it. Not only that, no one in the history of Tianjimen can control it, and only the first generation of Tianjimen can control it. The founder of the door.
Yu Zhenzi naturally knew what his brother's words meant. He was unwilling to become the head of the sect at the beginning.
Now, his disciple couldn't choose Feijian, so he was going to be ruined!
Chen Feng climbed along the hidden compartment to a high place, on the same level as the Dragon Slaying Demon Sword.
In the hidden compartment, Chen Feng squatted like a frog, looking at the domineering flying sword in front of him. He was calculating the distance so that he could use the same strength as the distance to jump.
Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Chen Feng jumped out like a frog.
Both hands tightly grasped the hilt of the Dragon Slaying Demon Sword. Because Chen Feng couldn't shake the flying sword in his hand, it just hung high in the sky like that.
His legs were pedaling like a frog, but he couldn't land with the flying sword no matter what.
Feng Zhenzi looked at Chen Feng in the picture, and said to Yu Zhenzi with a smile on his face: "Junior brother, your apprentice is doing well! This posture is simply perfect!"
Yu Zhenzi looked at Chen Feng in the picture, also blowing his beard and staring, so angry in his heart! But it's not good.
At this moment, Chen Feng was still pedaling his legs hard, continuing to do the perfect frog pedaling movement.
Seeing Chen Feng's antics, many people couldn't help but want to laugh out loud, but they couldn't help it.
Baihua Fairy Ziyun also looked at Chen Feng with a smile on her face, but in her eyes, she didn't laugh at Chen Feng, but felt that this kid was so stupid and cute!
When everyone couldn't help laughing and Yu Zhenzi's lungs were about to explode.
Suddenly, a pitch-black light flickered, and the Dragon Slaying Demon Sword actually uttered the sound of the sword.