Bamboo Lane Street

Xiao Jiange looked at the location of Tianfeng Tower, and his eyes gradually became sharp.

"Elder Duan Mingshan, it's time to settle the score. ”

"Where are we going now?" Tang Fengqing said as he looked at Xiao Jiange.

"Go back to Tianfeng Tower and solve the trouble of practicing martial arts," Xiao Jiange said lightly.

"Well, then," Tang Fengqing asked.

"Then I will be engaged to you, and then I will take you to the Xiao Mansion to see my father" Xiao Jiange looked at Tang Fengqing kindly and said with a smile, his eyes were gentle, and his eyes were full of rippling beautiful figures.

"Really, then you are not allowed to lie to me" Tang Fengqing suddenly took Xiao Jiange's hand and said coquettishly, his eyes were full of expectation.

"Well, I lied to you. Xiao Jiange smiled and said, "Hey" Tang Fengqing's eyes narrowed slightly like a crescent moon, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was difficult to calm down.

"It is estimated that it will be tomorrow when I return to Tianfeng Tower, and I will take advantage of this time to comprehend this sword. Xiao Jiange thought silently.

Xiao Jiange's mind moved, his mind was immersed in the secret book, and suddenly the sword came out of the wind and the same stream martial arts cultivation method appeared in his mind.

Xuan-level martial arts, the sword out of the wind with the same stream, the past with the wind swordsman created, the practice of this martial arts needs to first understand the sword intent of the wind, this move to speed as the point, with ten thousand swords into a thousand swords, a thousand swords into a hundred swords, a hundred swords into ten swords, ten swords into a sword, pay attention to the word fast, the sword out of the wind at the same time, the wind does not grow an inch of grass.

These are the introduction of martial arts, and then there is the cultivation method, Xiao Jiange comprehended the cultivation method, and his brows gradually furrowed, this martial arts needs to cultivate the sword intent of the wind.

In this case, this martial art will take some time to cultivate, and it will not take a few days to complete.

After knowing how to cultivate, Xiao Jiange had no choice but to suppress the desire in his heart and settle down.

"Let's feel the sword intent of the wind first, whether you can realize it or not, let's talk about it first," Xiao Jiange made up his mind.

The two walked on the way back to Tianfeng Tower, Xiao Jiange closed his eyes slightly, feeling the wind and flow between the surrounding heaven and earth, wanting to feel a trace of wind from it.

Xiao Jiange felt the flow of the wind in the air, "Huh?" Xiao Jiange pondered, "Whew" Xiao Jiange took a deep breath of fresh air, "It doesn't seem to feel anything." ”

"What do you feel," Tang Fengqing couldn't help but ask when she heard Xiao Jiange muttering to herself.

Xiao Jiange was stunned for a moment, his eyes rolled, and then the corners of his mouth curled, pretending to close his eyes and take a deep breath, and said with an intoxicated expression, "Feel the breath of your company"

"Phew, nonsense" Tang Fengqing suddenly said with beautiful eyes, and her cheeks were slightly red.

"Haha, there is only your fragrance left in heaven and earth. Xiao Jiange couldn't help laughing when he saw Tang Fengqing's shy appearance, took advantage of the situation, grabbed Tang Fengqing's little hand, stared at her, and said sincerely.

Tang Fengqing lowered her head slightly, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth that could not be concealed, and she grabbed the corner of her skirt with one hand, "Oh, you are so annoying."

Seeing that Tang Fengqing did not break free of his hand, Xiao Jiange couldn't help but have a sly smile that his conspiracy had succeeded.

The wind and the earth are clear, the mountains are high and the water is far away, the two walk side by side, feeling the scenery all the way, since then, no matter how worry-free they are, only their sweethearts.

Xiao Jiange feels that the happiest thing in the world is nothing more than that, there is no sorrow for the loss of cultivation, being able to walk the rivers and lakes with the people he loves, where is life unhappy, happy is at the moment.

Tianfeng Building, Tang Fengyun sat on a large mahogany chair in the building, his expression was a little worried, and his fingers tapped the handle of the chair.

"Report, there's new news in return" A spy appeared from the darkness and knelt down on one knee and hugged his fist.

"Say," Tang Fengyun said with a perkluster on his face.

"Miss and the concubine broke off the bamboo peak by themselves", a short sentence made Tang Fengyun's expression relaxed.

"It's out, nothing happened, nothing happened, it's great!" Tang Fengyun looked excited, as if he had put down a big stone in his heart.

The day before yesterday, I received news from the spies that my daughter was forced to flee into Broken Bamboo Peak with Xiao Jiange, and when I heard the news, I couldn't sit still and went to Broken Bamboo Peak to investigate, but unfortunately there was a ban on Broken Bamboo Peak at that time, even if I had the peak of the Ruins Realm, I was not allowed to enter, I was desperate at that time, and I also knew the rules of Broken Bamboo Peak.

That day, Tang Fengyun returned to Tianfeng Tower in despair, regretting it, regretting that he had let his daughter wander and flee with Xiao Jiange, and regretting that he dared to be so hard-hearted.

"Fortunately, thank God" Tang Fengyun sat slumped

The big mahogany chair hid his face and wept.

After a period of relaxation, Tang Fengyun began to gradually calm down.

"You can actually get out of Broken Bamboo Peak alive, huh?" Tang Fengyun pondered.

"Didn't you get a big opportunity?" Tang Fengyun's eyes lit up, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was this possibility.

"If that's the case, it's worth looking forward to. Tang Fengyun's eyes bloomed with expectation.

Outside the Tianfeng Tower, Duan Mingshan, who was dressed in a white robe, was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating on his cultivation.

Although Duan Chaoshan's face was calm, as time passed, he couldn't help but feel a little upset.

Why did the disciples return for a long time? Could it be that something had changed.

Duan Mingshan's expression couldn't help but become gloomy when he thought of this, twelve disciples couldn't catch a seriously injured person?

Duan Mingshan took a few deep breaths, wait another day, and if he didn't come back, he would send a letter calling all the disciples back.

Time passed little by little, and Xiao Jiange and the two of them were getting closer and closer to Tianfeng Tower.

At night, around a spring fire, Tang Fengqing sat beside the spring fire with his cheeks and plucked with a branch, his eyes were gentle like water, and his eyes were full of longing, as if he had begun to fantasize about a better life in the future.

And Xiao Jiange waved the love sword on the side, and the white sword light flickered, bringing out white marks in mid-air.

"Wind Sword Intent, Wind Sword Intent, how to cultivate?" Xiao Jiange waved his sword and thought.

"Sword with the wind or sword like the wind?" Xiao Jiange's eyes flickered, and there was hesitation between swinging his sword.

"What if I go out with the wind and then out with the sword like the wind" Xiao Jiange said on a whim, and his eyes suddenly lit up, feasible.

After determining the direction, Xiao Jiange began to hold his breath and concentrate, restrained his martial sword intent, emptied himself, and felt the mighty wind between heaven and earth.

The wind blew slowly, Xiao Jiange lifted his palm, and the true qi spread out from the heart veins and flowed to the muscles and veins of the whole body, Xiao Jiange ran the true qi according to the martial arts vein of the sword out of the wind and the same flow.

I saw that Xiao Jiange's true qi around his body was swinging, spreading out like ripples, Xiao Jiange's eyes opened, and the "sizzle" wind moved the sword out, and the sword came out at will, and the swordsmanship was chaotic.

Xiao Jiange's eyes were awe-inspiring, he walked the dragon with anger, the sword light was staggered, the sword became faster and faster, faster and faster, he was calculating in his heart, in the first second, three swords in a row, and in the second second, he had to break through the limit and make four swords in a row.

A sword swing, faster and faster, Xiao Jiange's surroundings actually faintly had a trace of sword wind lingering, but Xiao Jiange, who was immersed in the sword, didn't know anything.

"Sizzle" A sword qi slanted out, bombarding a stone wall, and unexpectedly a sword qi drew more than 20 sword marks.

Xiao Jiange's true qi had been exhausted, and he had no choice but to send out this condensed sword, "Huh" Xiao Jiange snorted lightly and withdrew his sword and stood up.

Under the distant reflection of the firelight, Xiao Jiange's eyes were firm, and he had to settle the account tomorrow.