Bianzhou City celebrates the Tian Festival, and the grassland people sing and dance in the city, and the exotic dance posture causes bursts of cheers.

The people of Datang are not far behind, and there are also many jugglers that attract many onlookers, and the fire that flickers from time to time, as well as the sound of broken stones, are amazing.

The teenager who was holding a whole leg of mutton and gnawing was very eye-catching in the crowd.

The strong man with a broken boulder on his chest slapped off the stone chips on his chest, looked at Feng Xiaohan, and looked stunned.

Brightly dressed and carrying a long sword, you can tell at a glance which great sect it is.

It's just that this stomach seems to go straight to the sea.

In such a border city, it is rare to see a sect disciple like him on the street, so he took a second look, and the man could see clearly that what the young man had in his hand was already the third leg of mutton......

Feng Xiaohan's eyes were full of appreciation, the people in the audience did not cultivate, they were just ordinary people, but they could do such a thing, which shows how much effort they have put in behind the stage.

A man dragged a copper plate past the court, and the spectators gave him a random copper plate, and he would smile at the man as a sign of gratitude.

When he came to Feng Xiaohan, he was slightly stunned, and only then did he react when he looked at the money on the plate, it turned out that he also had to pay money to watch the show on the roadside.

When I bought a leg of mutton before, I happened to use up the change, and there was no copper plate on my body, so I had to take out a gold leaf, and the excited man's hands trembled, and the full copper coins almost fell to the ground.

Feng Xiaohan waved his hand and told him not to disturb himself watching the show.

He stopped and looked at the hustle and bustle of the streets, full of curiosity. At the same time, the fire-breathing acrobatics made him think.

At this time, there was still some time before the start of the Qingtian Conference, and just as he came to the roadside next to the venue, he planned to drink a bowl of herbal tea to quench his thirst, and by the way, he waited for the end of the conference to share the delicious food of the grassland.

Just then, a pink hydrangea landed on his table.

With a crunch, the teapot fell to the ground and shattered into several petals.

Then, a man in a sheepskin coat came to him with an apologetic face and said, "This little brother, my young lady just threw it harder and hit you, I'm really sorry." ”

Feng Xiaohan waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care.

The man took the hydrangea, glanced at the wooden sign around his waist, his gaze changed slightly, but soon returned to normal, handed the tea stall owner a few copper coins, and gave him a pot of new tea as an apology.

His small movements were seen by Feng Xiaohan, his expression remained unchanged, and he didn't know if it was intentional or really didn't care.

The man holding the hydrangea walked around the venue and came to a tent.

This is the backstage of the celebration meeting, where the food, equipment and dancers are all here, and the tents are very old but still familiar.

But this one is obviously different, the white tent cloth is painted with the totems of various tribes, and the cloth is also a good product, which is obviously different from those rough rag tents. The prairie people have a heroic temperament, but occasionally people pass by in groups, and their voices will be much lowered, and they dare not speak loudly until they are far away.

All this shows that the person inside is extraordinary.

The man held the hydrangea in his hand, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Holy Maiden, that person is a disciple of the Changming Sect, and it is a wooden disciple card. ”

"Changming's wooden waist card is a closed disciple. ”

A lazy voice sounded, with a slight northland accent, and said, "How's it going?"

The man said: "The breath is long, the cultivation is unpredictable, and it shouldn't be bad if you think about it." ”

There was silence for a moment, and then he said, "I'll meet him." ”

"My lord, it's better to keep a low profile if you sneak out this time. ”

The man looked embarrassed and said, "Otherwise, I will go back...... It's hard to explain the small ones. ”

"What are you afraid of, when the time comes, you will say that I forced you, they will come at me for everything, and they will not do anything to you. ”

When the man heard this, he couldn't laugh or cry, and thought to himself that you would believe these words, how shrewd those old men were, how could they deceive them?

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The celebration began, countless delicacies were placed around the venue, the aroma was strong, and a team of soldiers armed with iron spears was responsible for maintaining order.

The grassland people sang and danced, and several singers sang with the blessing of the formation, which was very lively, and there would be warm applause outside the venue at the climax.

Feng Xiaohan sat on the roof of the teahouse on the side of the road, not interested in singing and dancing, but only hoped that it would end early, so that he could taste the skills of those first-class chefs in the grassland.

"Have you heard, this Qingtian Festival, there will be a big man in the grassland in our Bianzhou City. ”

"Oh, I don't know which tribe is the patriarch or the elder of the alliance?"

"It's from the Tribal Alliance, but I don't know who it is. ”

"I know something about this, it is said that he is the apprentice of the alliance leader. ”

"The current Prairie Alliance Master has two disciples, the eldest disciple has been in retreat for many years, and he has never paid attention to these worldly worlds, so it should be the second disciple Qianfeng?"

"Look, it's the Demon Wolf Emperor. ”

A voice sounded, the discussion suddenly stopped, and people looked over.

The Demon Wolf Yu is the guard of the Prairie Tribal Alliance, an elite warrior from various tribes, responsible for protecting important people in the alliance, and the palace guards of the Tang Dynasty have the same meaning.

The leader of the Demon Wolf Emperor is said to be a super master of breaking the void realm, and it is also rumored that he has reached the Ling Xiao realm.

And the leader of the alliance is also the leader of the alliance, and he is a saint-level master, who once single-handedly broke through the wind and snow in the 90,000-mile cold mountain and killed a brutal black dragon.

Real dragons!

Since then, in the area bordering the grassland, the dragon and other demon beasts that have the ability to step over the ban do not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

There is a saying in the world today: it is precisely because of his existence that Emperor Yuanzong did not launch a war of aggression against the grassland.

However, the grassland tribes took the initiative to pay tribute, which can be regarded as the completion of the great cause of unification of the world.

Ten guards riding wind wolves and carrying scimitars lined up in two rows at the entrance, their fierce eyes sweeping over the audience in the arena, like a cold wind and snow, extremely indifferent.

The Tang soldiers were full of blood, their shoulders and backs were straight, just like the spears in their hands, at least they did not lose in momentum.

The elite soldiers belonging to the two sides are naturally indispensable for eye contact and comparison.

A young man appeared at the entrance with a gentle smile on his lips, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

He is the second disciple of the Prairie Alliance Leader, Qian Feng.

Qianfeng was very famous in the grassland and the Tang Dynasty, and his appearance made the scene boiling, especially the grassland people in the audience.

Because he is the pride of the steppe.

But his actions made them instantly silent.

He bowed to the court, then drew the knife from his waist and raised it above his head, the snow-bright blade reflecting the sunlight and being a little dazzling.

The wind rose and blew through the field, but it was cut in half by the blade of a knife.

Feng Xiaohan nodded, and said in his heart: "Good knife." ”

The audience was shocked, especially the cultivators, who were even more excited, could it be that he was actually going to perform a set of sword techniques?

The knife that can be put on this kind of table is naturally not an ordinary knife duel, and when it comes to his identity, even ordinary people know what it means.

Could it be that the saint actually wanted to reveal his sword skills?

Qian Feng's knife fell from his head, and the sword light brought out a light and shadow in the air, although the action was simple, but the mystery was endless, and the cultivators in the field saw the changes, and their hearts sank, and they looked at the knife with full attention.

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup in his hand, and the shadow in his heart began to deduce.

Qian Feng's knife technique was fast and slow, like a blade of grass swaying in the wind and snow, ethereal and elusive, without using vitality, but the knife intent had already filled the field.

The knife gradually grows, leaving behind the light and shadow to make up for the surroundings, and gradually only the sword light can be seen dancing, but there is no trace.

This is the realm of the unity of man and sword.

Those lights and shadows were connected, and in a trance, it seemed that I saw a grassland, and every green grass was a knife light.

The density of this set of sword techniques has reached such a point, even if it is learned, it is difficult to complete, but Qian Feng can easily perform it, this qualification is admirable.

The cultivators in the audience, especially those who used the knife, silently held the handle of the knife at their waists, focused affectionately, and carefully felt the intent of the knife, and they actually felt a little intoxicated.

When the light of the sword is connected with the light and shadow left at the beginning, a grassland landscape appears in front of everyone's eyes.

The wind and dust are everywhere, the world changes color, and only a single knife breaks through the wind and rain, angrily slashing the grassland wind.

It is worthy of the sword technique of the leader of the grassland, and it is really wonderful.

The sword technique had been performed, and Qian Feng stood in place, his face as usual.

There was silence for a long time, still immersed in the fantasy just now, and I don't know whose wine glass slipped from his fingertips and made a snapping sound.

Everyone woke up and applauded thunderily for a while.

Qian Feng raised his sword and saluted, and said in a loud voice: "I, the Prairie Alliance, am willing to communicate with the swordsmen of the world, cultivate this way, and discuss the mystery of the sword technique." ”

This is the proclamation,

From today on, the only saint of the sword path is willing to contribute to the development of the world's sword art.

The moment he put away the knife, Feng Xiaohan also woke up, and the shadow in his heart stopped deducing.

There are two hundred styles of this set of sword techniques, and the changes are endless, and all of them have been deduced, even after the cave is dark, Du Feng Xiaohan has consumed most of his divine sense.

After Qianfeng left the field, the conference was coming to an end, and after a few old people had finished their sacrifices, they could enjoy the food to their heart's content.

Feng Xiaohan took a long breath, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's finally over." ”

"No, it's finally begun. ”

A voice with a slight accent sounded behind him, saying, "The real show is only going to happen now." ”

Feng Xiaohan was startled, and saw a grassland girl with different clothes standing on the cornices of the pavilion behind her, her white skin was a little dazzling in the sun, the green silk danced with the wind and brought a faint fragrance, and her lilac eyes flashed with a strange luster, which looked a little demonic.

She is very beautiful, although she is not as beautiful as He Xirou, Liu Panpan and others, but she has a charm, and in some places they are not comparable.

The girl has a scimitar hanging from her waist, which adds a bit of heroism, and her cunning appearance and accent make people feel a little cute.

But Feng Xiaohan was not in the mood to appreciate her cuteness, his eyes were full of vigilance, because the other party's aura was active, and he was obviously ready to fight.

Before he could ask, the girl said, "My name is Meng'er, you can call me Sister Meng." ”

Feng Xiaohan Mu Na said: "Changming Sect, Feng Xiaohan." ”

Meng'er stuck out her little tongue and said, "You disciples of the Central Plains Sect, do you all speak so straight?"

Qingzhufeng does not cultivate the Tao, but cultivates the sword, and there are few twists and turns in talking and doing things. In Cui Weiming's words: Among the twelve peaks, Qingzhu Peak has the most bachelors.

Not without reason.

Feng Xiaohan remembered Cui Weiming's earnest teachings, and said with a smile: "In our place, a beautiful girl like you is not called sister." ”

"What's that called?"

"Fairy. ”

Feng Xiaohan's hand grasped the hilt of the sword and said, "I don't know what the dream fairy is looking for me, why is it expensive?"

"Giggles, this brother is really good at talking, didn't he secretly eat honey?"

Meng'er said with a smile: "I have nothing else to do with you, I just want to fight with you and learn the swordsmanship of the Tang monks." ”

Feng Xiaohan's eyes narrowed even tighter, and he said: "I Qingzhu Peak is majoring in swordsmanship, and I am the best at killing, and the sword has no eyes, so I don't dare to hurt a beauty like you." ”

Meng'er stretched out a finger, shook it gently, and said: "Brother, don't worry, Sister Meng, since I took the initiative to fight with you, I am sure to win you, I only heard about it at home before, and I have never really seen swordsmanship, so let me open my eyes today, don't let me down too much." ”

Meng'er's accent and the little girl's movements, as well as the "yo" at the end, are all very cute.

It's a little higher here, and there is a wind blowing, and Feng Xiaohan suddenly feels a little cold.

The girl in front of her was barearmed, exposing her ankles, but she looked calm in such weather, except for being raised by a dragon like Feng Xiaohan, with an unimaginably strong physique, there was only one possibility.

She's the Collapse Realm.

Shatter the innate shackles, the physical body is sublimated, and the cold and heat do not invade.

Feng Xiaohan asked, "How old are you?"

The girl put her finger to her lips, pouted, and said after thinking about it for a while: "Fourteen years old, this question is really rarely asked, and even I am almost forgotten. ”

Feng Xiaohan was a little speechless, but not because of her second half of the sentence.

Fourteen-year-old Crash,

What kind of genius is this?

If he can live to that day, he may be able to push his cultivation to the middle of the cave.

Feng Xiaohan said seriously: "I haven't asked for the surname yet." ”

The girl said that her name was Meng'er, and this is the name.

If you have a name, you must have a surname.

Perhaps because of the sympathy between geniuses, he wants to remember the other party's name, which is the most basic respect for the other party.

The girl smiled, looked at him and said, "If you want to know Sister Meng's surname, let's talk about it first." ”

Feng Xiaohan knew what she meant, and only after beating could the other party confirm whether he was qualified to know her name.

The sacrifice of the old man of the grassland has ended, and the Tang soldiers have made way for the spectators outside the venue to enter and taste the delicacies of the grassland.

Meng'er was sure that such a way would arouse the fighting spirit of any young person, and she didn't believe that the other party would be indifferent.

"I refuse. ”

Meng'er's smile froze on her face.

Feng Xiaohan pointed over there and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, it doesn't matter anyway, now I'm hungry and don't have time to play with you." ”

As he spoke, he jumped off the roof.

Meng'er's beauty is raised high, as a grassland saint, only others have always knelt to talk to her, and she has been rejected when she has been rejected.

"No, I don't allow it, you come and fight with me, and then do whatever you want. ”

"Inexplicable. ”

Feng Xiaohan shrugged his shoulders, looking at her as if he was looking at a spoiled bear child.

Even if you are a genius, it is very rude to disturb other people's meals, He Xirou said, when you meet rude people, don't pay attention to them, because these people are not educated.

Meng'er Bingxue was smart, and it was easy to read what he meant from the other party's eyes.

"You, why are you like this? ”

Meng'er stomped her little feet and said angrily: "What about your pride as a swordsman, is a challenge not as important as eating?"

Feng Xiaohan didn't reply, he had already jumped off the pavilion, like a slippery loach through the crowd, holding those melons, fruits and barbecue meat to feast.

Meng'er pouted and shouted, "Someone." ”

The man who had picked up the hydrangea appeared and said, "Holy Maiden, what do you command?"

"Find out where this guy lives. ”

"Holy Maiden, this ......"

The man cried with a sad face and said: "The people of Changming Sect are not easy to mess with, it is said that the Changming steward of Bianzhou City is a ruthless character, if you want to see the Tang Dynasty Kendo, let's find a loose cultivator?"

"No, Sister Meng, I'm angry, I have to beat him. ”

After Meng'er left these words, she left here, leaving the man alone in the wind.

"If this matter gets bigger, the alliance leader will blame it......"

The man's face was sad and said, "My life is at rest~"