There must be a secret that he doesn't know, Yefeng shook his head and didn't think about it anymore, turned his hand and picked up the Qingfeng sword, his hand sank, the scabbard was simple and abnormal, it should be built of dark iron, the pattern was exquisite, and a lifelike dragon soaring map was carved on it.

"Bang. ”

A silver-white light flashed, the sharp edge flashed with a chilling air, the sword was about four feet long, exuding an icy aura in the cave, it was a rare sword, even after a thousand years, it was still sharp and still there, without the slightest trace of rust.

A hair was plucked from Night Wind's head and slowly fell down the blade, and three inches away from the blade, it was split in half by the cold.

Night Wind took a deep breath, his eyes looked at the sword in his hand in surprise, although he had long known that if there was a sword, his combat power would increase a lot, but he still underestimated the power of the sword, if he had such a sword, he believed that even if he was a peerless master, he would dare to fight for three hundred rounds.

Happily inserted the Qingfeng sword back into the sheath, hung it on his waist, and felt a sense of safety in his heart, no wonder there has been a legend of heroes with swords since ancient times, it is really the ancients who did not deceive me, this sword and he complemented each other.

Then the night wind looked at the long stone piece again, and found that it was a long stone piece, which was clearly a stone sword, a stone sword made of bluestone, although it looked a little weathered under the years, but it could still see the sharpness of the blade.

Putting down the stone sword, the night wind looked around, and found nothing more, so he jumped down and fell, like a fallen leaf, gently falling to the ground, and began to move towards the back of the mountain wall.

Looking at the deep valley under his eyes, Ye Feng was a little undecided, he didn't know if he should go down to find the crape myrtle soft sword, after all, now that he had the Qingfeng sword, the demand for the crape myrtle soft sword was not as big as just now, but since he came, if he didn't go down to take a look, he was unwilling.

"Go! How can you not go down? There is a sword in front of you, and if you don't take it, won't you be cheaper for others?"

Thinking about it, Yang Tian let out a long howl, called the golden eagle down, and rode the golden eagle to the bottom of the valley.

The deep valley is about ten zhang deep, down the valley bottom, the night wind began to look for it carefully, and found it next to a gushing mountain spring stream, which has long been buried by silt, leaving only a wooden handle, the night wind pulled out the crape myrtle soft sword, the blade is soft, as soon as the true qi is entered, it immediately becomes hard like iron, the true qi runs unhindered in it, the sharp blade flashes with dazzling cold light, and the crape myrtle soft sword is inserted into the belt around his waist, and he begins to look at this deep valley.

I found that the temperature of this deep valley is moderate, the springs are gushing, the air is full of mist, flowers are everywhere, and the number of jungles is a little messy, but it is undoubtedly a good place for retreat, but now that the purpose of the night wind has been achieved, it is time to return to Huashan, after all, it has been more than a month since it came out.

Turning to the golden eagle, he patted it on the head and said, "Okay, man, it's time for us to return to Huashan." As soon as the words fell, I saw that the golden eagle seemed to understand, nodded, spread its wings, and the night wind sat on it, and suddenly, the wings fluttered, and a strong wind fanned downward.

A huge drop came, and the golden eagle rushed straight into the sky like a bolt of lightning.

The night breeze sat on the back of the golden eagle, looking at the jungle below that had become the size of an ant, and had a novel experience in his heart, looking at the scenery that kept retreating, sitting on the back of the golden eagle, looking at the vast sky, the ever-changing white clouds, and his heart couldn't help but be proud and open-minded.

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Huashan martial arts field.

Yue Buqun was instructing his disciples, and in the blink of an eye, it had been more than two months since the night wind came down the mountain, and he was a little worried, but the information from the night wind more than a month ago said that it had reached the Xiangyang realm, and some disciples who were good at raising poisonous snakes were needed, so Yue Buqun personally went to the outer gate to select some and send them over, and he didn't know if he had arrived.

His eyes looked down the mountain from time to time, and he prayed in his heart, "But don't anything happen?" After all, not only the night breeze that went down the mountain this time, but also a few elite disciples of Huashan, if something happened, Huashan's accumulation of several years would be over.

"What's wrong with you, brother, are you worried about the wind again?"

Ning Zhong looked at Yue Buqun, who looked absent-minded, and asked worriedly.

"Alas! These disciples are really not worrying, they have been down the mountain for more than two months before they know it, and I don't know where they are now? If it weren't for the information of Feng'er, I'm afraid I would have thought they were missing? It seems that I used to be too lenient with them. Yue Buqun was distracted and responded.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore, didn't Feng'er send back the news that he had arrived in Xiangyang more than a month ago? Although I don't know why Feng'er needs some disciples who are good at raising poisonous snakes, it seems that something has been discovered in the Xiangyang realm. I guess you'll be surprised again when the wind comes back. Ning Zhong said comfortingly, but she was not worried in her heart, but when the disciples grew up, they couldn't let them stay in the mountains.

"Well, I don't know what happened to Feng'er's trip to the capital, after all, the development and growth of Huashan is inseparable from the support of the imperial court, if our Huashan can catch Yang Yiqing's and Lord Yang's road, I won't be so worried. Yue Buqun said with a little worry.

"Senior brother, in fact, you think a little too much, after all, we are people in the rivers and lakes, and we are already at odds with the people of officialdom, even if we catch up with Lord Yang, don't we have to rely on our own strength? As long as our own strength is getting stronger and stronger, our Huashan will rise sooner or later. Ning Zhong said with firm eyes, she didn't know why her husband always wanted to connect with the imperial court, after all, they belonged to the people in the rivers and lakes, and they were two worlds with the imperial court, so why should they expect some officials, it was better to strengthen themselves than this.

"Senior sister, don't you know, everyone in the world thinks that Wudang is relying on Zhang Zhenren to develop and grow, but I don't know that there is also a reason for the support of the imperial court, and if our Huashan can also get the support of the imperial court, then becoming the second Wudang is just around the corner. Yue Buqun always insisted on his own point of view.

A carving sound suddenly came from a distance, the sound was loud and passionate, the first sound had not yet fallen, and the second sound was already close in front of him.

"Everybody on guard. Yue Buqun's face suddenly changed and he said loudly, as soon as the words fell, suddenly, many disciples who were performing martial arts looked at the sky vigilantly with long swords in their hands. Ning Zhong stood beside Yue Buqun with a puzzled expression and asked, "Senior brother, listening to the voice, it should be a golden eagle, when did we have the existence of a golden eagle in Huashan?"

Suddenly, a behemoth appeared in the sky above everyone from a distance and began to circle around the martial arts arena in Huashan.

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