When Chen Feng came to the shore of Yunzhong Lake, bid farewell to Lin Churan, and saw Yu Cixin Lu Yanwu and others, he sat quietly here.

When it comes to the realm of foundation building, the first small realm is to take off the rebirth, as the name suggests, it is to take off the mortal womb and achieve the Dao body. At this realm, the body has slowly transformed towards the vitality of the body, and it does not rely too much on the energy replenishment of food, relying on the aura of heaven and earth, as well as the elixir, to maintain life.

In addition to his daily cultivation, Chen Feng sat here, staring at the Yunzhong Lake in the distance, like a dutiful sentinel.

Of course, he is not completely lonely here, in the No. 1 villa on the side, there are the grandfathers and grandchildren of the Zhao family. The two of them would come to the lake every day to practice, and after meeting, they would politely exchange a few words.

The old man Zhao Cangtang's attitude was very respectful, and he looked respectful and far away. But Zhao Yue didn't care so much, so he ran to sit down next to Chen Feng when he was free, and chatted with him all over the world.

The most talked about is still about the lake in the clouds.

"Why do you keep asking Yunzhong Lake, are you very interested in this lake?" Chen Feng said curiously.

Zhao Yue sighed lightly, held his chin with both hands and said, "To be honest, I'm not interested in Yunzhong Lake, I grew up by the lake, and I've long been tired of seeing what scenery." I wondered if there were really gods living at the bottom of the lake, and if my mother lived there too?..."

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered what the witch had said. Zhao Yue's background is special, his father is Zhao Nanming, and his mother is an immortal from the bottom of the lake in the clouds, and he has been very different from ordinary children since he was a child.

"Haven't you seen her?" asked Chen Feng.

"Nope. Zhao Yue shook his head, "For as long as I can remember, my grandfather is taking care of me, I have never seen my mother, even my father, I don't see much, he is busy outside all year round, sometimes he only comes back for a few days after several years..."

"I just remember my dad telling me a story, he said my mom was at the bottom of the lake, and sometimes I really wanted to go down and see it, but I was afraid of the water..."

Speaking of this, Zhao Yue sighed lightly, with a complicated expression on his face.

She couldn't help but lean on Chen Feng's shoulder, pillowed on his shoulder, and looked into the distance.

This sitting is often half a day.

Chen Feng was bored here alone, and a little girl came over to chat to relieve his boredom, he didn't think it was good, but he was a little puzzled in his heart.

'Since the last time the old man told me about the merman's tears, I haven't seen him until today... What the hell is that guy doing?'

Chen Feng frowned, he always felt that the old man's motives were not pure, and every step he took fell into his trap.

Two days later, a mysterious guest arrives at the lake.

He was dressed in a robe, wearing a hat on his head, dressed like a fisherman thousands of years ago, and there was no trace of modernity. I don't know where it came from, so I strode to the water's edge and sat down, put down the basket, and began fishing.

The fisherman's technique is very clever, and in less than half a day, he can catch a basket of fish, both large and small, and they are alive and kicking.

When the basket is full, the fisherman stops to rest, puts all the fish back in the basket, and the next morning, continues fishing.

"What is this man doing?"

Zhao Yue watched from the side, with a look of surprise, as if he had never seen such a strange person.

Chen Feng thought for a moment and said slowly: "Maybe he's killing time, waiting for someone." ”

He looked up at the fisherman, and suddenly he had the illusion that it was not a fisherman sitting there, but a peerless sword, the blade of which stood up to the sky and reached into the sky.

At the same time, the fisherman also noticed Chen Feng's gaze and turned his head to look at it.

'Click!'

In an instant, the eyes of the two people made contact, and two sharp sword flashes flashed in the fisherman's eyes, striking like lightning, and two brilliant sparks sparked in the void.

Chen Feng couldn't help but shrink his pupils, his body shook, and his face was a little pale.

When he tried to concentrate, the fisherman turned around and continued to fish, as if nothing had happened.

With the passage of time, there are more and more warriors who come to visit, and the shore of the lake in the clouds has become lively, with dozens of nearly hundreds of warriors sitting by the lake every day, and later, hundreds of people.

"Chen Gongzi. ”

Qin Guangyuan, the head of the Qin family, came with the crowd, bowed to Chen Feng, and then stood aside.

There were other masters who came, many of them were local martial artists in Jingchu, and they had seen Chen Feng with their own eyes, so of course they could recognize them. But when they looked at the young man sitting by the lake, they were silent, and not many people stepped forward to say hello.

Because next to Chen Feng, the fisherman not far away, the chill emanating from his body no longer shocked everyone all the time.

"Chen Gongzi is there, I didn't succeed in saying hello to him last time, let's go back and get a familiar face!" There was a new martial artist, happily preparing to pass.

A friend on the side hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Are you crazy! You still dare to greet Chen Gongzi on this occasion, can you afford the consequences of standing in the wrong line?!"

He whispered: "Now there are many seniors in the rivers and lakes who assert that in this battle, Chen Gongzi's hope of winning is very slim, and he has a high probability of losing!"

"Really, really?"

When the man heard this, he immediately shrank back, not daring to show friendship with Chen Feng.

Most of the other martial artists thought like this, and there were thousands of spectators present, and only a handful of them had greeted Chen Feng, mainly the Jiangcheng Lu family and the Qingzhou Qin family, these two families.

and Yang Tian, the young master of the Yang family, came over to brag to Chen Feng for a few words, but in the end, his family dragged him elsewhere.

In the distance, there was an elegant young man standing, and next to him was a man in strong clothes, who were Chen Cheng and Mr. Long.

"Mr. Long, from your point of view, does Chen Feng have a chance of winning today?" Chen Cheng repeated this question again.

"Yes. ”

Mr. Long thought for a long time and replied very hard, "Young Master Cheng asked me this, just like asking if the national football team can win the championship." The answer, of course, is yes, but the probability is very small, so to speak, very small. ”

"Huh. When Chen Cheng heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly:

"Mr. Long, what do you mean, Xiao Feng is dead today, right?"

"Common sense should be. Mr. Long nodded, and then said: "There is another detail, which is also ironclad evidence. ”

"Oh, what details?" Chen Cheng hurriedly asked.

Seeing Mr. Long, he took a deep breath and said, "This Yunzhong Lake is Young Master Feng's home field, and it is his territory, so he chose to fight here, and it belongs to the home battle." And the one who came all the way from Kunlun Mountain and stood away from home for several days, as a guest, he overwhelmed Young Master Feng's momentum and turned against the guest, isn't this the first to win?"

"What Mr. Long said is extremely true. ”

Chen Cheng thought for a moment and nodded slowly, "Actually, to be honest, whether Xiao Feng can return to the family or not has little impact, it's just that those old people are worried, only when he dies, my position will be more solid." ”

Speaking of this, a smug sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Cheng's mouth.

...

After noon, fog condensed around the lake, adding a bit of mystery to the lake.

Thousands of warriors around stood on the waterfront and watched.

It wasn't until the time was close that the fisherman finally put down his fishing rod and threw the basket into the water, scattering dozens of fish.

And he took a step forward in the air, standing directly on the water surface of the lake in the clouds, with his hands behind his back, and a magnificent momentum burst out from the center of his eyebrows, as if it was an unsheathed sword, pointing straight into the sky.

"I heard that King Wu Chen's martial arts are shocking, Fang Qian, I have come to learn it!"

The fisherman paused every word, and his voice was like a thunderbolt, which exploded on the surface of the lake, causing waves one after another.

And he finally said his name, the martial arts world has been silent for decades, from the myth and legend of the previous era, Kunlun Swordsman!

For a time, some elderly people on both sides of the strait were full of emotion in their hearts.

Chen Feng was silent, looked at Fang Qian, and slowly got up.

He strode towards the lake against the cold wind. Zhao Yue stood in place, a little confused by the wind.

At this moment, a hand took her and led her to the rear.

"Don't join in the fun, it's dangerous. ”

The voice was as crisp as a wind chime, and it was Yu Cixin who stood there, looking at her with gentle eyes.

Zhao Yue pursed her lips, still looking at Chen Feng's back, with a hint of affectionate concern in her eyes.

"Xiaoyue, you have to be obedient, if you are obedient, I can take you to the place where I came and take you to meet the person you want to meet. Yu Cixin said with a smile.

"Really?" Zhao Yue's eyes widened with an incredible look.

Just as she shifted her attention, a storm roared from the surface of the lake, and the eyes of everyone on the shore froze.

This pinnacle battle has officially begun!