Qin Feng was standing outside this Dao system, and at a certain moment, he suddenly saw several figures appear in a place inside the Dao system.

There were ten people there, nine youths, one elderly.

The nine young wind gods were like jade, with extraordinary temperament, sitting in front of the only old man, highlighting the extraordinaryness of that old man.

The appearance of the young people is amazing, the color of their eyes is not simply black and white, almost everyone has a color of eyes.

The young man with golden eyes, his eyes opened and closed, as if a dazzling light descended on the world, washing away all filth.

The second young man's eyes shone with a silver glow, and his eyes turned into two moons, emitting a cold cold light.

The eyes of the nine people are divided into nine colors, showing their own subtleties and exuding a mysterious atmosphere.

The old man stroked his hand and said, "A thought is a sentient being. ”

When the nine young men heard the old man begin to speak, they closed their eyes one after another, and then suddenly opened them, and the magical colors in their eyes disappeared into ordinary black and white.

The old man stood in the center of the nine people, for them, his mouth moved and moved, and the mantras kept spitting out, and those mantras formed a momentum, enveloping the surroundings and isolating them from the outside world.

Qin Feng was extremely excited when he saw a few people, as well as the old man among them, and he swept towards the Dao system, wanting to get close to the ten people and listen to what the old man was talking about.

He escaped into the Dao system, quickly approached the ten people, and when he came to the five zhang in front of everyone, the old man's mouth shape had been clearly seen, and the subtle movements and facial expressions of the nine young people were also at a glance.

Qin Feng wanted to continue to approach, completely join the camp of the nine, and listen to what the old man said, but when he continued to walk, he found that it was not possible.

There was a momentum for no reason, and this momentum melted into nothingness, like a formation, blocking all qi and stopping Qin Feng, so that he could no longer get close.

After Qin Feng tried a little but it still had no effect, he had to sit in place, trying to figure out the old man's mouth shape and accept the baptism.

He didn't dare to be too blatant, although he was in a strange state now, and all kinds of wild aliens had not discovered him before, but he still didn't dare to take risks.

The ten people in front of him were the strongest people he had ever seen, each of them pressing down on his chest like a boulder, and his cultivation was like a vast ocean, exuding endless momentum.

Fortunately, these people were very easy-going, and they didn't deliberately show their momentum, only occasionally a wisp of qi leaked out, but it was this occasional qi that also made Qin Feng frightened.

It was as if he was facing the heavens, and his heart surrendered in an instant.

Qin Feng sat five zhang away very unwillingly, he looked at the shape of the old man's mouth, figured out what the old man said, tried to understand, and tried to learn something secretly.

The old man didn't say much, he said word by word, his lips moved one by one, and every word of his seemed to have magical power, making the surrounding momentum more stable, turning into a large array, completely isolating the details of their conversation.

The place where the ten people are located is like a world of its own, and the content of what they say, the traces they leave behind, will not be revealed in the slightest.

Qin Feng was very annoyed, he tried his best, inferred, according to the old man's mouth shape, according to the gourd to draw a scoop, trying to understand what the old man said.

As soon as the old man's mouth moved, he followed suit, he imitated the old man's mouth shape, and wanted to spit out the same characters, but he found that he couldn't do it.

Every word of the old man has a magical charm, and the characters he says are rich in meaning, not just simple to move his mouth.

Qin Feng imitated the old man's mouth shape many times, and wanted to repeat what he said, but found that he couldn't do it, when he imitated the mouth shape to make a sound, he couldn't spit out the word, and his whole person seemed to become mute in an instant.

Qin Feng was shocked: "Isn't the law allowed to be passed on?"

He really couldn't imagine that the old man even had such a vision of what he said, and forbade others to repeat it, so that it could not be spoken in his mouth.

Qin Feng was unwilling, and continued to listen carefully, the spiritual power in his soul sea was consumed hugely, and there were only five hundred divine patterns left.

Qin Feng felt very annoyed, the ten people in front of him were very powerful, and he knew very well what the old man was doing, he was preaching and preaching the Fa.

The nine young men were like the disciples of the old man, and they all had serious faces, respecting the old man, and carefully listening to the mantra that came out of the old man's mouth.

They don't fall behind every character that the old man said, and from time to time there are young people who suddenly realize, and their breath changes dramatically in an instant, which is very rewarding.

Qin Feng's eyes were red, such a preaching scene happened in front of his eyes, and every word that came out of the old man's mouth should not be missed, he should grasp it tightly and understand it seriously.

But Qin Feng couldn't hear any of them.

Qin Feng had the urge to crash to death, and the old man said at least dozens of words, and in the process, two young people gained insights and gained a lot.

He missed all these dozens of characters, and he tried to retell them, speculating on the old man's mouth shape, but none of them succeeded.

The old man's mouth shape is very ordinary, the characters he reads are not complicated, and if the connection between the characters is there, Qin Feng just can't repeat it.

Qin Feng was very annoyed, but he didn't have the slightest way, these things were all missed by him.

Just when he was remorseful, the old man in the dojo stood up suddenly, his white beard swaggering in the wind, fairy wind bones.

Qin Feng couldn't take his eyes off it, he always paid attention to this old man, as a preacher, this person's cultivation might be shocking.

The old man stood up, his plain robe gently sprinkled so that outsiders could not see the outline of his body, and he stared quietly ahead.

He stretched out his right hand lightly, and a leaf fell in mid-air at some point, this leaf was emerald green, the petiole had withered yellow, and the leaf fell from the air and was caught by the old man's two fingers.

The eyes of the nine young men fell on the leaf in unison, and they were all silent, looking forward to the old man's next move. Qin Feng also concentrated his mind and stared at the leaf.

Suddenly, the old man's hand moved slowly, and the leaves in his fingers slowly moved with his hand.

His hand was first lightly picked in front of him, which looked inconspicuous, and the tip of the leaf followed suit, leaving a green mark on the edge of the blade in the void.

Immediately after that, he waved out with one hand, and his movements were also very slow, slow to the extreme, Qin Feng portrayed all these movements of the old man and remembered them in his mind.

His palms waved continuously, showing to himself, not caring about anything else, his eyes resting on the leaf in his hand.

After a few breaths, the old man finally demonstrated the movements in his hands, and he demonstrated a total of nine styles, each of which was very ordinary.

These nine styles are either wiped or picked, or teased or stabbed, or abrupt or back, and become changes of their own. Each move is an independent move, containing thousands of variations, each of which is superimposed on each other to create more variations.

Green marks appeared in the void, lingering in the air, and a small large green net appeared in front of him.

The appearance of this leaf has changed dramatically, it is no longer a leaf, it is no longer fragile, it has become extremely sharp, it has become a murderous weapon, and it contains earth-shattering power.

It turned into a sword!

The old man used this sword in his fingers to demonstrate a set of swordsmanship for the nine teenagers, this set of swordsmanship was so extraordinary that it made an ordinary leaf burst out with the power of a divine weapon.

Qin Feng forcibly memorized the movements of this set of sword moves, swallowed the dates, forcibly portrayed these hard movements, and slowly digested them later.

Qin Feng felt in his heart that the real core was not this set of swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship was only the surface, it was just the actual application of the method, and the focus and essence should be something else, but Qin Feng couldn't comprehend it.

Qin Feng even suspected that the core and essence of this set of swordsmanship had not even been mastered by the old man.

Because he always felt that there was something missing in the swordsmanship.

Therefore, he memorized this set of nine-style swordsmanship, and he thought that even if he could not master the essence, he could learn this set of superficial moves, and he would benefit a lot.

If you study the moves to the extreme, you can also give birth to infinite mysteries.

The old man fully demonstrated the swordsmanship, and Qin Feng watched the nine-style swordsmanship from beginning to end, and he suddenly had a feeling.

This set of leaf swordsmanship, which looks ordinary, is actually not ordinary. It feels very slow, but it's not slow, the old man seems to have only performed it once, but if you taste it carefully, it is far more than once. He blended the multiple variations of each move in one go, so to speak, a thousand times.

The old man used the leaves as a sword and performed such a method. Then his arm twisted slightly, his wrist facing down, and the tip of the leaf followed in unison.

He was still showing to himself, his withered old hand slowly moving, making a crooked mark in front of him.

The mark was winding, appearing above the ground and lingering for a long time. The crescent-like marks are sharp at both ends and rounded in the middle.

This mark gave Qin Feng an indescribable beauty, and Qin Feng felt that it was like a stroke in a certain character, which was the basis for composing the character.

Qin Feng was stunned: "He actually used the leaves as a pen to demonstrate calligraphy!"

The old man's arm moved, and the tip of the leaf followed the movement. Sometimes paused, sometimes raised, sometimes pressed, sometimes released.

The old man wrote nine characters, each of which had a different style.