Feng Yuli was silent for a long time, then turned to look at Feng Wan'er who was still sitting in the sedan chair beside him: "Wan'er, is this the distinguished guest you brought back?"
"My guest is just the third young master of the Xie family. As for Xiao Zuo, he is the master of Tianxiao Cloud Realm. He does not need the consent of any of us to come and go here." Feng Wan'er said slowly.
"Okay." Feng Yuli threw the jade scepter in his hand heavily to the ground, "Nephew, in your heart, is your second uncle just a useless person with disabled legs?"
Feng Zuojun shook his head: "I have never had any disrespect for my second uncle... although, I don't admire him at all."
"Okay, if you want to challenge me, then come on. But swords have no eyes, and life and death are your own responsibility." Feng Yuli walked down, leaning on the green jade scepter, "Bring me my sword." When Feng Yuli walked to the center of the Wufangtai, three disciples were already waiting there with heavy swords on their shoulders. Feng Yuli inserted the green jade scepter in his hand into the ground, and then picked up the heavy sword.
"This man has difficulty walking, but he uses an extremely heavy sword?" Xie Yuling asked in surprise.
Nangong Xier frowned slightly, and said with some worry in her tone: "This knife is called Tiger Wing."
"My Feng family's ancestors created this Tianxiaoyun realm with three famous swords. One sword is called Cicada Wing, which is light and elegant, almost transparent. One sword is made of Yuehan, a poisonous blade that can kill with one blow. The remaining one is the Tiger Wing in my hand." Feng Yuli picked up the heavy sword easily. "It is made of meteorite stone and weighs 132 kilograms. When the sword comes out, it is as powerful as thunder, shocking the world!"
Feng Zuojun waved the long sword in his hand impatiently: "I just knocked out a disciple in the mountains and took it. It doesn't have a name."
"Your father never passed the cicada wing knife to you." Feng Yuli said meaningfully.
"I said no myself. I'm not famous yet, so why would I want a famous sword? When one day I become famous, no matter what sword I use, it will become a famous sword. I have already thought of the name of my sword in the future. Maybe the sword I hold in my hand will be carefully made by a swordsmith, or maybe it will be bought at a roadside blacksmith shop for a few taels of silver, but it will only have one name." Feng Zuojun waved the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Feng Yuli, "It's called Invincible."
"What a courage!" Feng Yuli shouted angrily, "Come on!"
"Come, let the wind blow, it will reach nine thousand miles!" Feng Zuojun swung his sword fiercely and slashed at Feng Yuli.
Feng Yuli also shouted at the same time: "A strong wind is rising, nine thousand miles away!"
The two knives collided with a loud "bang". Feng Yuli stood still, while Feng Zuojun flew backwards, fell to the ground and took eleven steps back.
As Feng Yuli practiced the Feng family's ancestral Dafeng swordsmanship, he practiced for decades longer than Feng Zuojun. His attainments in swordsmanship and internal strength accumulation were naturally much higher. However, during the years when Feng Yuhan was in charge of Tianxiaoyun Realm, Feng Yuli had been living in seclusion, and every time he appeared at a ceremony, he gave people the impression that he was seriously ill. In many people's minds, Feng Yuli was already half a useless person, but this sword just now shocked everyone in the field. The spirit of that casual slash should have at least the strength of Fuyao Realm.
Even Mu Pan and Liu Duohan on the high platform frowned slightly, and then looked at each other. Mu Pan smiled: "It seems that the second leader Feng is very capable."
Liu Duohan sighed: "Who wants to survive in our sect? It's as easy as it looks."
"When the wind blows hard, there is sorrow all over the world!" Feng Zuojun paused slightly on the ground, then jumped up and rushed forward again with a knife in his hand.
"When the wind blows hard, the whole world is filled with sorrow!" Feng Yuli also shouted at the same time, swung his long sword, and the two swords collided. He then pressed down hard, and Feng Zuojun's long sword was completely pressed down. Feng Zuojun's right leg went soft, and he half-knelt on the ground. He gritted his teeth and barely swung his sword to block Feng Yuli's tiger wings.
"Everyone says that the second in command of the Feng family is mediocre in martial arts. But after seeing him today, I find that he is not inferior to the first in command." Mu Pan said meaningfully.
"Have you seen my eldest brother's knife?" Feng Wan'er suddenly said.
Mu Pan was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly: "I guess I have met him before."
"My eldest brother's swordsmanship is not so clumsy." Feng Wan'er snorted coldly.
Liu Duohan took a sip of tea and said slowly: "He does have some of the demeanor of Sect Master Feng."
Feng Yuli increased the strength of his hands, and looking at Feng Zuojun's struggling appearance, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Nephew, how is Second Uncle's swordsmanship? Is he worthy of this famous sword?"
Feng Zuojun suddenly smiled, his expression became extremely relaxed, as if everything that happened just now was just a fake. He sighed, "The so-called Dafeng style is about momentum. You do have some domineering aura, but it's like copying a cat, only getting the form but not the meaning. The so-called momentum is just a louder voice and a more arrogant attitude? Too far away, too far away. You are learning from my father in terms of sword skills and sword momentum, but my father can swing a sword as thin as a cicada's wing with the momentum of ten thousand mountains. You use a tiger wing weighing a hundred pounds, but it's just a little more strength and a little louder sound!"
Nangong Xier was slightly surprised when she heard this: "Feng Zuojun always dozes off during class during the day, when did he become so talented? The words of the famous swordsman just now already impressed me, and now these words are just like... those spoken by a Confucian sage."
Xie Yuling smiled and didn't point it out. She just said, "That depends on whether Feng Zuojun's sword swing is as powerful as he said."
Feng Yuli was stunned for a moment. He remembered that when he was young, he always sat in a wheelchair silently, watching his brother swinging his sword in the yard again and again. He envied his brother and dreamed that one day he would be able to swing his sword like him. Later, he was finally able to stand up from the wheelchair, but he was still ashamed to pick up his own sword, because he always felt that those strange eyes were always following him, so he only dared to practice with his sword in his own courtyard late at night. He imitated his brother's appearance, swinging his sword again and again, just to be able to strike out with a sword under the sun one day and amaze everyone.
"Copying others' ideas." Feng Yuli murmured in a low voice.
Feng Zuojun escaped from Feng Yuli's sword with a leap, then he leaped high up and slashed with his sword: "Big Wind Style, Disdainful."
Feng Yuli frowned: "Why is there a "glance-looking" move in the Great Wind Style?"
"I created it myself. It descended from the sky and looks down on the world." Feng Zuojun said proudly.