The Long Yue sword was put into the river, the osmanthus petals swept over the scabbard layer by layer, and Lin Feng sat in front of the river and quietly began to meditate and cultivate.

The reason why it is called "Guiying" is also inseparable from its attack method.

Two cross-shaped attacks flashed in a flash, raising his hand and slashing from the bottom to the top of the sword at the same time from the diagonal direction of Ling Yijian, accompanied by a flash of golden light in the sun.

From a distance, it looks like a golden osmanthus flower has been left on the enemy.

After the battle that day, Lin Feng thought a lot, he thought that swinging two swords as fast as possible was Guiying's mystery, but in fact, he never succeeded in using it.

Lin Feng had been cultivating here for a day and a night, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already noon on the second day.

Although there has been no breakthrough in swordsmanship, there seems to be some improvement in mental power, and it seems that it will soon be able to break through the nineteenth level.

How can you swing the two crossed swords at the moment when the blade is unsheathed and the footsteps are moved? No matter how many times I tried before, I didn't succeed, so what is the key?

Lin Feng was thinking about it when there was a sound of footsteps behind him.

Lin Feng listened carefully, and the direction of the footsteps was coming towards him, but there was no trace of murderous aura, which showed that this person was not hostile to him.

Lin Feng ignored him and thought to himself. A hand behind him put on Lin Feng's shoulder, and a hearty voice came from behind:

"What is this brother thinking?" The voice was a man's voice, the man patted his clothes and sat casually beside Lin Feng, turning his head to look at Lin Feng.

Lin Feng was a little jealous, and stared at the ragged man in front of him for a long time before he slowly spoke:

"You...... Who are they, and why are you here?"

The man's beard was slightly sloppy, and the wry smile on his face made him look like a vicissitudes of life, but his voice was still hearty and bright, as if nothing had happened to him.

"Brother, listen to my advice and get out of here quickly. ”

Lin Feng looked at him puzzled and said, "What's the matter?"

A glint flashed in the man's sallow eyes, and he smiled and sighed and said:

"Alas, you won't understand, but what I do know is that this place is very dangerous, you must not come here again in the future, and the people around you should not come here!"

Although Lin Feng was full of confusion, he still got up in disbelief, waved his hand to fish out the Long Yue Sword from the river, washed the osmanthus petals on the sword's body, and the cold sword body instantly transmitted a chill into his body, making Lin Feng shiver involuntarily.

Just as Lin Feng got up, the man's eyes suddenly became extremely stiff, staring at the sachet on Lin Feng's waist tightly, and his chapped lips began to tremble gradually.

The man's trembling voice came out of his mouth:

"Brother Tai...... Where did your sachet come from?"

Lin Feng looked at the sloppy man in front of him, and felt a little strange more and more, so he dealt with it casually and said:

"It was given to me by a good friend, what, is there any problem?"

The man's waxy eyes sparkled even more, and his hand involuntarily began to tremble, reaching out to touch the sachet.

Lin Feng frowned, gently waved his sword scabbard to open the man's dirty hands, and asked him with a puzzled expression:

"Who the hell are you? How can someone like you be interested in this sachet?"

The man laughed, looking up to the sky and laughing.

Dark clouds thickened, and a loud laugh broke the silence for a long time.

The second laugh sounded from the man's mouth, and a rolling thunder in the sky "boomed" through the clouds, and the raindrops hit Lin Feng and the man's faces little by little.

"Because...... Hahaha...... Because this sachet is supposed to be mine!" The man laughed as he looked up to the sky, and out of the corner of his eye, rain or tears kept falling to the ground.

Lin Feng was stunned, standing in place stupidly, as if he remembered something.

He seemed to remember the immortal sickness that Miss Shen had told him in the tavern that once upon a time.

He seemed to remember that Miss Shen had also shed such hot tears.

He was stunned, motionless, he really couldn't believe that the sloppy man in front of him turned out to be Shen Shanhai......

The man pointed at Lin Feng's nose and laughed wildly, laughing that he didn't have the strength to laugh again.

The rain continued to fall, and the chill of Lin Feng's soaked clothes was eroding his body, although he couldn't say that he had a liking for Miss Shen, but there was still some secret liking in his heart that ached faintly at this time.

The man walked towards Lin Feng, squatted down and slowly untied the sachet from Lin Feng's waist, holding his hands in the palms of his hands and sniffing the medicinal fragrance in the sachet with all his might.

After a long time, the man said:

"Brother, go quickly, their people are coming, I don't want you to be like me, and ......"

Lin Feng looked at him with some urgency, his eyes full of incredible feelings: "And?"

"And I can't control myself anymore......"

The second rolling thunder exploded with a bang, as if it hit a soft underbelly in Lin Feng's heart.

In fact, there is no need to be sad, Lin Feng himself knows that Miss Shen's heart is definitely not on his side, and he and Miss Shen are already a misunderstanding, how can there be so many feelings.

It is also the duty of others to heal themselves, and chatting with themselves is just a mutual confiding as friends, how can they have so many feelings that they think.

In fact, what is more difficult for me to accept than this is that there is really such a strange disease of immortality in the world? Isn't it the same nature as one's own resurrection?

If this is the case, then the meaning of one's own ability ...... What exactly?

Countless question marks popped out of Lin Feng's mind, Lin Feng was still stupid at this time, the man raised his head and glared at Lin Feng fiercely and said:

"Hurry up! When their people come, you really won't be able to leave!"

Lin Feng was indifferent.

"Hurry up, I'm begging you, okay? I'm really going to be out of control for a while, if you see it......"

Lin Feng said slowly:

"I won't tell her. ”

The man's eyes gradually became fierce:

"If you don't leave...... I won't be reassured...... Only the dead don't speak!"

Lin Feng smiled: "Oh? Then you're going to kill me?"

From the moment Lin Feng learned from Shen Shanhai that his parents were destroyed by the sea of fire because of his research on this, Lin Feng was ready to continue exploring at all costs.

And the person in front of him is a real existence that can't be seen in ordinary days, in the face of such an opportunity, how could Lin Feng give up?

The man in front of him gradually collapsed, the hair on his body began to grow gradually, and his backbone gradually bent......