There is no trace of flowing clouds, an elegant name, a special existence, the name given by the lord of the Wenfu Mansion himself, which makes Jiang Lingheng sigh at Furu's kendo wizard.

On the way back, Jiang Feng kept silently reciting this name, thinking about what kind of existence this strange man who had made the position of the Sword God of Wenfu vacant for ten years exist.

Jiang Feng had guessed that the position of the Sword God of Wenfu was vacant, there should be some deep-seated reason that it could not be used by outsiders, but today, he suddenly realized that the reason behind it might not be as simple as he guessed.

After all, he was not a real sword cultivator, and he couldn't really understand the thoughts and thoughts of a kendo genius, so if he was replaced by Dugu Shengyi, maybe there would be a more reasonable speculation.

When approaching the Wen Mansion, Jiang Feng suddenly let go of Qiu Qiu's hand, handed over the dim sum toys he bought today to her, and asked her to go back to the house first, and he had another place to go, and he would return later.

Qiu Qiu was worried about him and wanted to go with him, but Jiang Feng shook his head and refused politely, only telling that if someone asked, he would say so, so that the other party did not need to worry.

Seeing Qiu Qiu enter the mansion, Jiang Feng turned around and chose the Beihan Road to walk towards the edge of Ziwei Imperial City, the people along the way were relatively sparsely populated, Jiang Feng walked briskly for a while, and suddenly turned around and looked a few places behind him, a little impatient.

"Are you annoying, follow me into the skytower, follow me out of the skytower, and now follow all the way, are you really idle and have nothing to do?"

No one responded, there was silence, Jiang Feng was even more speechless, and pouted: "Even if you stalk people, you think you can escape my divine sense?" I said, I am now in Ziwei Emperor City, as long as I don't allow it, you still dare to do something to the guests of Wenfu in the realm of Wenfu? Stay where you are cool, and quickly disperse for me!"

As soon as he turned around and walked a few steps, Jiang Feng suddenly stopped and turned around and pointed to a certain place on the side of the road, and said with a little crying and laughing: "Especially Song Yuan, your hidden spirit array should be thrown away, and you are the first to find out." And the few people not far from you, and your hiding methods are not much more clever. ”

Jiang Feng connected a few uninhabited places, and finally walked away without looking back, and when he walked away, people appeared one after another in the several places he had pointed out before, and they all glanced at each other, and they all saw the hesitation and jealousy in each other's eyes.

In the end, Xu felt that he couldn't do anything if he followed, or Song Yuan was the first to leave, and the rest of the cultivators were unwilling to disperse when they saw this.

How did they know that Jiang Feng's divine sense had recovered now, and unless he reached the Realm Realm to comprehend the laws of space, and could achieve the integration of his body and the void, he would not be able to escape his divine sense at all.

But even if he really reached the Realm of the Void Realm, it would be difficult for his divine sense to detect, and Jiang Feng's relic skull would also be a warning of danger, so for Jiang Feng now, following him was the most meaningless activity.

Jiang Feng traveled all the way, and the destination at the end of the road was exactly ...... Bunfu Annex!

......

Jiang Feng went until night, and as soon as Fang returned to the Wen Mansion, he went straight to Lingxue Pavilion.

Not to mention, Jiang Feng noticed when he was reading at night that Jiang Lingheng, a lazy worm, rested very late every day, and it was no wonder that he would never get up if he didn't sleep until the next day.

Jiang Feng bluntly invited the battle, now that his Yuan Shen cultivation has recovered, his combat power has returned to the peak, and he has completed a quenching body again after the first refining of the Jintian Sacrifice Array, and his strength is more refined than during the day, so he naturally wants to find Jiang Lingheng to confirm it.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Lingheng jumped directly from the third floor of Ling Xue Pavilion and was invited to fight, so that Jiang Feng even omitted the steps of verbal provocation.

Jiang Lingheng looked at Jiang Feng, who seemed to have regained a lot of self-confidence, chuckled twice, and said, "Look at this confident momentum, it's a pity not to use it to frustrate." The young master is in a bad mood now, and he is lacking a breath, you came just in time!"

Before Jiang Feng had time to think deeply about the meaning of Jiang Lingheng's words, his body had already instinctively retreated, and a backward bow flashed the whip leg that Jiang Lingheng took the lead in attacking, and then shot back.

"Oops, the breath is a lot thicker, and the reaction is a little faster than in the early morning!"

Jiang Feng hooked his lips and smiled: "You can't just let you continue to press and fight!"

Jiang Lingheng's body was like electricity, his clothes were like flying, and he didn't see karmic fluctuations around his body, but he left an afterimage on the snow, and he hit Jiang Feng's vital points all around him with lightning speed, and his strength was strong, and every style could be broken.

Jiang Feng was awe-inspiring, if he hadn't completed the three quenching of his body, just receiving Jiang Lingheng's set of swift combos would have consumed most of his strength.

However, Jiang Lingheng sneered: "It's a pity that you will still lose without any room for defeat!"

In this battle of martial arts, Jiang Lingheng dragged on for a long time, and finally left Jiang Feng, who was lying on his stomach in the snow, returned to the Lingxue Pavilion refreshed, and the picture was almost the same as this morning.

Jiang Feng turned sideways, like a shrimp curled up on the snow, this time there was no injury on his face, but the pain on his body did not need to be seen to know, it must be undoubtedly blue and purple.

"It's unreasonable!

There was another wail of emotion, Jiang Feng slowed down outside the Lingxue Pavilion for half an hour before getting up and returning to the Fenglin Pavilion, seeing that Qiu Qiu was still sitting waiting for him to return, he touched the little girl's immature face apologetically, and asked the little girl who did not hide her joy when she saw Brother Jiang return to the pavilion to go back to her room to rest first, and she didn't have to take care of him.

But Qiu Qiu still insisted on making a pot of Yi Jiangnan for Jiang Feng and personally bringing him hot water for washing, she knew that monks slept less, and there were very few like Young Master Ling Heng, and Brother Jiang had to study hard every night, so she should naturally take more care of his daily life.

Jiang Feng never shirked it, and in the end, it was only after saying bad things that the little girl gave up the idea of staying up late with him to study, and successfully persuaded her to go back to the room to rest first.

When it was over, Qiu Qiu did not forget to repeatedly explain that Brother Jiang should not be overworked, and should pay attention to the combination of work and rest, Jiang Feng smiled and nodded again and again.

If Qiu Qiu is like his little sister Ye Bingqiao on weekdays, then Qiu Qiu is more like a night dead, and he will always take care of his life and rest.

Jiang Feng began his great cause of cultivation again, reading the famous classics in the first half of the night to realize the wisdom of the sages, studying the Jintian Sacrifice in the second half of the night, proficient in the way of sacrificial array, and taking an hour to meditate and meditate in the middle to restore the consumption of the mind.

Zhang Chi was moderate, and Jiang Feng didn't leave the pavilion until early in the morning to complete the morning class of cultivation, and then he didn't care what time the night owl Jiang Lingheng slept last night, and continued to go to Lingxue Pavilion to provoke and invite battles without remembering what he was good or beating.

Jiang Lingheng, who was sleep-deprived, was disturbed by his dreams, his blood pressure soared, and he was unspeakably uncomfortable and irritable, so he jumped downstairs angrily and beat Jiang Feng again.

When Jiang Feng dragged his pain and grinned to find Wen Bin, he found from a distance that the father-in-law of the land had already gotten up early to start cleaning, and Jiang Feng was stunned when he saw his old man now, so he took a detour to avoid it, and didn't even dare to go up to say hello.

The father-in-law of the land didn't seem to know, but in fact, he had already seen it clearly, and muttered with a resentful face: "Old man, am I so terrible?"

Today's sky is gloomy, perhaps because of a hazy light rain last night, the air is very humid, which makes people feel more comfortable.

Qing'er had already prepared everything, and soon after Jiang Feng arrived, Wen Bin also arrived.

This time, Jiang Feng was smart, and without saying a word, he swallowed a piece of pastry to cushion his stomach, and then began to play with Wen Bin.

The first game was always much more leisurely, Jiang Feng was used to chatting with Wen Bin at this time, and today he was also the first to speak: "Wen Bin, do you remember when I told you about the past of the Wen Mansion and the Martial God Temple?"

Wen Bin lay on the rattan chair and still didn't look back, dropped down, and asked, "What?

"Isn't it okay?" Jiang Feng looked up and asked rhetorically.

Wen Bin didn't care too much about Jiang Feng's aftermath of the Wenwu Dao Society, he just shook his head and said: "There's nothing that can't be done, as long as you can participate in the cultivation of the thirteen places in Kyushu that meet the requirements, I won't deliberately restrict you from anything." ”

"I have a question, you said that the Martial God Temple is a secret hand laid in front of the Ancient Zhouhua Wenfu, then can I also understand it this way, if it was the Wenfu that was defeated in the battle eighteen years ago, then is there only the Martial God Temple and no Wenfu in the thirteen places today?"

Regarding Jiang Feng's question, Wen Bin just nodded indifferently and said: "The secrets of the Wenfu and the Martial God Temple are only known to the high-level of both sides, in other words, the two sects are true of feuds, and it is not false that the bloody battle and killing are true, if it was the Wen Mansion that was defeated back then, the Wen Mansion would also accept it calmly, and be willing to become the powerful nourishment of the Martial God Temple." ”

Jiang Feng sighed: "Gu Zhou, you will dominate the thirteen lands in any form, no matter light or dark, in order to continue to fulfill the so-called destiny that you have borne for generations?"

"Not bad!"

Jiang Feng shook his head and smiled: "It's a pity that the Wen Mansion has a ...... for you So didn't the Martial God Temple back then have a talented person who was enough to inherit the great responsibility?"

Wen Bin smiled and said nothing, while Qing'er recalled a little and said proudly: "There is a person named Wu Ying, but it's a pity that it's a straw bag, don't say that it's on a par with Miss, that guy can't even compare to half of Young Master Ling Heng." ”

Jiang Feng exclaimed: "I'll go, how wasteful is that guy? As for being so bad? It seems that the Martial God Temple deserved to be defeated back then, and there is no successor!"

Wen Bin smiled and said, "How bad is Cousin Ling Heng in your cognition? Don't listen to Qing'er's nonsense, that Wu Ying is actually not so bad." ”

"It's a pity that his comparison is you. Jiang Feng said with emotion, "Then what happened to this Wu Ying?"

Qing'er replied: "In the end, Miss Challenge was defeated and killed by Liuyun without a trace. ”

"That Wenfu Contemporary Sword God?!" Jiang Feng was quite curious about this result.

Wen Bin finally turned his head to look at him and asked, "Finally know?"

Jiang Feng smacked his lips, hiding a little embarrassment in his expression, and said, "I heard one or two rumors in Butianlou yesterday, and I got a little clue from Qiu Qiu, and I knew it after integrating the conclusions. ”

Wen Bin recalled: "At that time, he was not the Sword God of Wenfu, nor was he Qiu Qiu's brother without a trace, of course, now he does not admit that he is the contemporary Sword God of Wenfu. ”

"Why?" Jiang Feng asked.

Qing'er said: "I don't know, Liuyun Wuji is a strange person, who knows what he thinks about this sword every day." Hmph! I know that Xiao Qiu misses him every day, but he doesn't even bother to come back once in a few years. ”

Jiang Feng heard the resentment in Qing'er's tone, and laughed to ease the atmosphere.

Suddenly, Qing'er remembered something again, and muttered: "I remember that Wu Ying seemed to have a close friend of the same clan named 'Wu Yangming', who has never died all these years, and is still ......."

"Qing'er!"

Qing'er was stopped by Wen Bin halfway through her words, and she didn't dare to say any more, but Jiang Feng was even more curious, who is this Wu Yangming? But at this time, the chess game has reached the second game, so he can't continue to be distracted, so he can only give up.

At the end of the fifth game, the offense and defense were cast, Jiang Feng drank his thoughts, and only then did he fall the thirteenth white seed, and it was Wen Bin's turn to drop the fourteenth black seed, but the hanging bell on the shocking high-rise building not far from the three of them suddenly rang in unison.

Wen Bin and Qing'er's faces changed at the same time, Jiang Feng was also surprised, he had been living in Wenfu for several days, but the hanging horn hanging bells on this earth-shattering man had never sounded no matter how windy or rainy, if it weren't for hanging on the earth-shattering people, Jiang Feng wondered if these hanging bells were broken.

At this time, the bell rang out unusually!

Before he could ask, the ground suddenly shook, and Wen Bin rarely lost his usual calmness, raised his hand and waved, and a number of black and white sons fell on the chessboard in order, and each chess piece dropped by her hand had a spiritual light mark serial number.

Not only that, but in the void beside Jiang Feng, there were also four light and shadow chessboards at the same time, on which the black and white two sons had fallen, and the chess game had been completed, and they also had the same serial number mark.

Before Jiang Feng could react, Wen Bin had already flown into the top floor of the shocking people, leaving only Qing'er, who was staring and worried, and Jiang Feng, who didn't know why, was still in the same place.

On the top floor of the earth-shattering man, Wen Bin looked solemn, staring at Wen Dingyuan who appeared out of thin air in front of him, and asked: "What happened to the hidden place, why did it suddenly change?!"

......

(To be continued!)