It is troublesome to report on the work, but in fact, it is to report to the headquarters of the outer hall on all the matters in the past month, and then receive the monthly salaries of the guards and commanders under his jurisdiction.

There are no trivial matters in the prison city, and there is nothing worthy of Feng Yi's special report. After a few words and a short speech, Feng Yi came to the account room of the Heavenly Sword Sect again.

Report the list of personnel and receive the corresponding money.

As for the death of Chen Feng's father and son, Feng Yi did not hide it at all.

The following crimes in the Heavenly Sword Sect are serious crimes and should be put to death.

The prison city is no better than other places, and there are no disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall in charge, so the city lord has the right to kill and kill his subordinates and guards.

Feng Yi is the new city lord, and it is understandable to kill one or two ignorant fanatics to make a name for himself, no one will make a fuss about this matter and offend a new deacon.

Returning along the road, walking in front of the sect, I happened to meet Han Wuyuan who had returned.

Seeing that Feng Yi was in a hurry, Han Wuyuan hurriedly chased after him and asked, "Little brother is going out of the city to Taiping Mountain?"

The princess of the Fire Clan came to the Jin Clan to pick the list, this is a major event that has not been encountered for many years, whether it is the Heavenly Sword Sect or Linjiang City, it has already been rumored.

Han Wuyuan naturally heard about it, and of course he wanted to go and see the excitement.

Feng Yi nodded when he heard this.

The two walked together, and after a while, the old slave drove over, and the two boarded the car and went to Taiping Mountain.

"The Fire Clan people are getting more and more arrogant, this list is a slap in the face, fuck, they all bully my Jin Clan. ”

Han Wuyuan was quite indignant, and he nagged endlessly along the way, scolding the Fire Clan and others.

Feng Yi's ears tingled when he heard it, but he couldn't interrupt.

Suddenly, he remembered something and asked, "Are there any rules for picking a list to fight? Do you have to be a master of the Xuanbang to fight?"

Han Wuyuan said: "Look at the age of the people who pick the list, no more than five years old, and they can all fight." However, the second list of Tianxuan is a list of young geniuses, the masters of the Xuanbang are invincible, and those who are not on the Xuanlist are naturally invincible, and they are not only humiliated, but they may also affect their own lives. ”

As he spoke, Han Wuyuan also suddenly remembered something and asked, "How old is the little brother this year?"

There are hundreds of millions of Xuan Gong, and there are always some Xuan Gong with miraculous effects of rejuvenating the face and maintaining health, so in the Xuan cultivation world, the appearance often does not match the real age.

For example, Elder Lu Yuanlin of the Heavenly Sword Sect was more than 100 years old at the time, but he looked like a young man.

Of course, there are also secret methods that can identify the true age of Xuan Xiu.

Han Wuyuan didn't know the secret method of identifying the age, and naturally he didn't know Feng Yi's real age, so he asked this question.

Feng Yi didn't hide it, and said bluntly: "Nineteen. ”

Han Wuyuan raised his eyebrows, "At the age of nineteen, you have the cultivation of the Yuan Realm?"

Feng Yi smiled softly, "The early stage of the Inner Breath Realm is cultivated. ”

"In the early stage of the Inner Breath Realm, you can kill the Blood Rakshasa in an instant and be appointed as a deacon?" Han Wuyuan's shock became stronger and stronger every time.

Feng Yi didn't explain much, and he couldn't explain it.

The carriage and horses drove across the Lijiang River Bridge, and after running for another 30 miles, they stopped at the foot of Taiping Mountain, and there was a burst of noise outside the car.

Feng Yi didn't say anything more polite to Han Wuyuan, and took the lead in getting out of the carriage.

Looking around, I saw a sea of people, and the foot of the mountain was full of congestion.

There are young men and women, middle-aged men, beautiful women, and old people.

There are those who wear sectarian costumes, there are those who end up in strong clothes, there are those who are as ugly as demons, and there are also handsome and graceful immortals.

But without exception, they all held their eyes full of anger and stared at the field.

Picking the list is the official statement, and people in the rivers and lakes prefer to call this move 'smashing the field'.

The princess of the Fire Clan, Di Qiu, came to the Jin Clan to pick the list, which was to smash the Jin Clan's field and slap the Jin Clan's face.

It should be angry, hateful, and scolded.

But scolding is scolding, those people also know what their strength is, and none of them dare to go to the scene to fight against the princess Di Qiu of the Fire Clan.

There were two people standing in the field, a man and a woman.

The man was dressed as a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and his clothes were hunting in the wind, and the embroidery of the Heavenly Sword reflected the light of the sun.

It's just that he's a little fat, and his face isn't very good-looking, it's Yu Liang.

Three zhang away, the princess of the Fire Clan, Di Qiu, stood with her hands in her hands.

She is still dressed in red, stepping on red shoes, like a delicate peony flower, but her body is full of spikes, which makes people dare to watch from a distance and dare not play with it.

Taiping Mountain is not high, and on the top of Baizhang Mountain, there is a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged, with fire clouds embroidered on his white clothes, who is obviously Di Qiu's protector of this trip.

Feng Yi recognized Di Qiu, who was the Fire Clan girl who made a tide in the Baisha River that day.

He also recognized the old man sitting on the top of the mountain, who was the elder of the Fire Clan who had attacked him since that day.

"In previous years, there have been cases of picking, but most of them are point-to-point, and they don't kill people. Now that the gold and fire are fighting, they don't pay attention to what the point is over, and they admit it when they die. ”

Han Wuyuan came to Feng Yi's side and said in a low voice.

After finishing speaking, he asked again: "Little brother, since you are only nineteen years old, why didn't you enter the Xuan List?"

Feng Yi shook his head, still not explaining.

Han Wuyuan said again: "On both sides of the Yuan River in Tiannan, the two clans of gold and fire are facing each other. Although the soldiers of the Fire Clan are strong, the soldiers of my Jin Clan are not weak. But the princess of the Fire Clan came to my Jin Clan to pick the list, if my Jin Clan's young genius is defeated, I am afraid it will have a great impact on Tiannan's morale. ”

Feng Yi sighed "En" and said, "The young genius of the Jin clan is defeated, and the Fire Clan will definitely take advantage of the low morale of the Jin clan to send troops." ”

The Yuan River, like the Baisha River, is a branch of the Li River. The territory of thousands of miles southeast of the Yuan River was originally the territory of the Jin Clan, but it was taken away by the Fire Clan in the previous war.

Now, if the Fire Clan army goes north to cross the Yuan River, the western border will be in danger.

If the western border is lost, the Jin clan will lose half of the country, and they will no longer be able to gain a foothold in Yizhou, and can only be reduced to the rations of the other four clans.

The Jin people, either dead or enslaved, have no power to return to heaven.

Therefore, this battle can also be said to be related to the life and death of the Jin family.

The young genius of the Jin clan must win.

"The Jin clan has a vast territory and countless geniuses. Although the princess of the Fire Clan is strong, she may not be able to crush my Jin Clan, I am afraid that she will do something. ”

Someone shouted.

When Han Wuyuan heard this, his heart was shocked, and he said with a smile: "Yes, he has a genius in the Fire Clan, and there are many geniuses in my Heavenly Sword Sect, and the second son is even more a genius among geniuses, so it's over." ”

Feng Yi shook his head, very dissatisfied with Han Wuyuan's words.

Di Qiu is the Fire Emperor**, the princess of the Fire Clan, and the exercises, martial arts and occult arts she has learned are all of the highest quality.

The Heavenly Sword Sect is only a five-rank force, no matter how good the exercises, martial arts, and occult arts of the five-grade force are, how can they be compared with the Fire Clan's royal family?

The battle between Yu Liang and Di Qiu is difficult to win.

However, Yu Liang is only the fifth on the Xuan List, and there are four people on it, and there is Luo Bing, who is accustomed to ruthlessness.

If Luo Bing makes a move, he will definitely be able to defeat Di Qiu.

It's just that she will make a move?

Feng Yi looked around the field, his eyes swept over the unfamiliar faces, and he didn't find Luo Bing's figure.

didn't see Luo Bing, Feng Yi felt a little lost. But at a glance, he suddenly saw a cold-faced young man standing in the crowd, looking at himself.

The boy looked to be only about twenty years old, with slightly dark skin, thin lips and an eagle nose, not very handsome, but not ugly either.

His face was cold, his eyes were cold, and there was a slight provocation floating in his coldness.

Feng Yi didn't know the young man, raised his eyebrows, and asked Han Wuyuan, "Who is that person?"

Han Wuyuan followed the prestige, the light in his eyes flickered, and he exclaimed: "It's impossible, he actually came." ”

"Can't?can't the fourth scattered cultivator of the Xuan List?" Feng Yi asked.

Han Wuyuan nodded, "My Heavenly Sword Sect also recruited him and promised him the position of deacon of the outer hall, but he refused. He wandered around, his whereabouts were uncertain, and he even inquired about coming to Taiping Mountain, and he wanted to come or have plans to fight. ”

He said to himself, but Feng Yi thought in his heart: "He knows me?"

The provocation in his eyes became more and more obvious, and Feng Yi saw it clearly, and felt even more suspicious.

"I'm not a master of the Xuan Bang, and I don't have any illustrious reputation, and it's the first time I've met him, why does he look at me like this?"

Just as he was puzzled, he suddenly heard Yu Liang's voice coming from the field, "Sixth princess, please!"

Di Qiu still carried his hands behind his back, and said unhurriedly: "Do you use weapons?"

Yu Liang was stunned and said, "The princess uses it for the next toilet, and the princess doesn't need to use it for the next one." ”

Di Qiu chuckled, "Then you don't need to." ”

As he spoke, he flew forward violently, and slapped Yu Liang's chest and abdomen with a volley palm.

The palm is fierce, the wind is fierce, and the air is too late to diffuse around, and the "bang" explosion is repeated.

Feng Yi heard the loud noise, and praised in his heart: "Compared with that day, her cultivation has improved a lot. ”

On that day, on the bank of the Baisha River, Feng Yi and Di Qiu had a battle. At that time, Feng Yi used Di Qiu as a touchstone to test his combat power.

In the end, it was concluded that without using the bone knife, the blood-burning secret technique and the natal supernatural power, she could be easily defeated.

If the means are exhausted, there is no need for a second move to kill her.

It was precisely because of this that Feng Yi dared to be sure that he was invincible in the Huayuan Realm.

But it is only for the western realm of the Jin family, as for the combat power of the masters of the Jin family, Feng Yi has never seen it, and it is not good to say victory or defeat bluntly.

When the palm wind hit, Yu Liang did not dodge or dodge, and pointed out with a sword.

The sword wind is whistling and majestic.

This sword is the first move of the eighteenth style of the Heavenly Sword. Feng Yi doesn't know its name, but he knows its prestige.

Smelling the sword qi, Feng Yi's heart sank, and he said secretly: "Yu Liang's attainments in the way of the sword are so profound. This refers to the sword heart, which can be called a real sword cultivation. ”

"The sword is a thousand miles in the air!Heavenly Sword Eighteen Styles!" Han Wuyuan recognized Yu Liang's sword moves, and blurted out the true meaning of the sword.

The words were still not finished, but when he saw Yu Liang's body walking with the sword, he suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared under Di Qiu's palm.

The sword light is not endless, and the wind is coming.

Di Qiu's red lips curled slightly, and he praised: "Good swordsmanship!"

The brilliance in his palm suddenly turned into a white thunderbolt, roaring out, and smashing wildly against the sword light.

But at this moment, the green smoke rushed forward against the wind, scattered and gathered, turning into Yu Liang's fat body, standing behind Di Qiu.

He pointed out with a sword, and it was the first move of the eighteenth style of the Heavenly Sword, 'The sword should go thousands of miles in the air'.

Di Qiu slapped his palm, and suddenly felt another uproar behind him, his mind flashed, and he hurriedly turned sideways to palm.

Yuan Li drummed in the palm of his hand, and *** exploded for the second time.

When the thunder came out, Yu Liang's body turned into green smoke and dissipated again.

The green smoke drifted left in the wind, and in the bombardment and explosion of *** and sword light, he turned into Yu Liang's figure for the second time.

Diagonally pointing to the right, it's still the same trick.

"Little fat man, you're going to do this, aren't you?"

Di Qiu came out of his palm three times, and the thunder burst, colliding with the sword light, and the two phases disappeared.

In front of him, Yu Liang's fat body had turned into smoke again.

In the smoke, Yu Liang's cold voice came, "There are not many tricks, just use it." ”

The sword was in the air, and the sword shot out of the smoke.

Outside the battlefield, Feng Yi couldn't help but praise in his heart when he saw this situation, "Yu Liang is right, there are not many tricks, just use it." This move, 'Fighting the sword is a thousand miles away', he has won the true meaning of the Heavenly Sword. ”

His thoughts changed, and he suddenly thought: "No, the eighteen forms of the Heavenly Sword used by Yu Liang seem to be different from the eighteen forms of the Heavenly Sword taught to me by the Master of the Heavenly Sword. ”

Yu Liang used the eighteen styles of the Heavenly Sword, the sword intent was high, murderous, and there was a great sense of slashing the sky with a big husband's anger.

However, the eighteen forms of the Heavenly Sword taught to Feng Yi by the remnant god of the Heavenly Sword Master were intended to be self-forgetful and falsely transformed.

The same swordsmanship is taught by the same person, why is there such a big difference in ideas?

Feng Yi's brows furrowed, and doubts were stacked in his heart.

The explosions came and went, and gradually the earthquake dispersed the doubts in Feng Yi's heart.

His mind was in a hurry, and he was immediately stunned.

When the Heavenly Sword Master established the Heavenly Sword Sect, he was in the prime of life and was full of spirit. The eighteen styles of the Heavenly Sword left in the Heavenly Sword Sect are naturally murderous, the sword intent is high, the man is angry, the blood is splashed in five steps, and the demon should be punished!

However, after the battle of the Blood Demon, the Heavenly Sword Master made a great mistake, trying to deny that he had become a demon and killed thousands of living beings by forgetting himself.

Through that kind of thought, the eighteen forms of the Heavenly Sword that he used, and his mind naturally underwent a major change.

Which is stronger and which is weaker?

Feng Yi thought that each had a victory. They are all eighteen styles of the Heavenly Sword, but the mood when performing them is different, so the ideas carried by the sword moves are also different.

"The second prince is very skillful in using this style of sword moves, and the princess of the Fire Clan is clumsy left and right, tired of coping, and she will be defeated in a short time. ”

Although Han Wuyuan's cultivation is quite high, his martial arts and occult arts are very inferior, and his combat experience is not very rich, so it is difficult to see the possibility of victory or defeat in the battlefield that changes rapidly.

He thought that Yu Liangjian's background had changed, and he was chic and calm, while Di Qiu was extremely busy. In fact, Yu Liang has gradually lacked strength, and the more this sword move, the less powerful it becomes.

And Di Qiu's *** is still booming, stronger than a sound.

Feng Yi shook his head and said in a low voice, "If Di Qiu wants to defeat Yu Liang, it won't be more than fifty moves. Now that a hundred moves have passed, she still hasn't made a ruthless killing move, because she is deliberately teasing Yu Liang, wanting to see how many sword qi he can send out in a row. In this battle, Yu Liang will be defeated. ”