Zhang Zifeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and when he looked up, he only saw a wheat-colored skin, strong muscles, an eye patch, a slightly bearded uncle on his face, pinching his arm-thick wine gourd, looking at himself with interest.

"Boy, do you know how to play with knives?" The middle-aged uncle cracked a mouthful of teeth.

Zhang Zifeng looked up and down, and noticed the heavy, simple snow-white knife behind the middle-aged man.

His knife glowed with cold light in the moonlight, like white bones, even from a distance, Zhang Zifeng could smell the smell of blood emanating from the blade.

It can be seen that this knife drinks a lot of blood.

The middle-aged man also noticed Zhang Zifeng's long knife, which seemed to be delicate, but it was actually full of domineering might.

"Yes, I also play with knives, but I just played with it," Zhang Zifeng replied when he saw that this person had no ill will towards him.

The middle-aged uncle jumped down from the tree, stretched out his hand heroically and said, "Boy, your knife is good, can you show me?" ”

Zhang Zifeng raised his eyebrows, "Then can you show me your knife?" ”

The middle-aged uncle was stunned, glanced at Zhang Zifeng suspiciously, and reminded, "My knife is very heavy, do you confirm?" ”

"My knife is also very heavy," Zhang Zifeng replied.

"Okay, then let's exchange and see," the middle-aged man directly threw out the big knife behind him in the air, and suddenly a powerful wind swept towards Zhang Zifeng.

The corners of Zhang Zifeng's mouth twitched, one hand stood up, and one hand leaned out, and suddenly a simple and heavy snow-white knife was grasped in the palm of his hand, and his body actually slid a foot away.

The snow-white knife is like a hand, and the weight is very refreshing.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Zifeng slashed a few times at will, looking very relaxed, and couldn't help but praise, "Yes, uncle, your knife is very powerful." ”

"Then it's your turn, show me your knife," the uncle said with a chest hugging.

Zhang Zifeng did not hesitate, and directly threw out the chameleon knife, and suddenly burst out with a powerful killing machine.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by Zhang Zifeng's wrist strength.

is obviously a stupid boy who doesn't have Qi Hai, but he can wield such a great power.

But he then swung it out and accurately grabbed Zhang Zifeng's long knife, and his face was slightly stunned.

"Stinky boy, okay, your knife is so sharp, the material is very special, and it is ......"

The middle-aged uncle also played a knife in the air, but he was more chic and domineering than Zhang Zifeng, and he looked like a veteran of playing with knives.

After weighing it a few times, the middle-aged uncle said, "Your knife is black all over, it seems to be smaller than my big knife, but the weight should be ...... It's about the same as my knife. ”

"You like heavy knives?" The middle-aged uncle asked.

Zhang Zifeng said, "I eat a little more, and my strength is a little bigger, the sword is too delicate and not suitable for me, and it is easy to break, and the knife is refreshing, so it must be heavy." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged uncle laughed, as if he had found a soulmate, and nodded, "Good boy, interesting." ”

"Ordinary people choose weapons at most one hundred and fifty pounds, so that they can better exert their strength, too light and no feel, too heavy and stiff, body coordination can't keep up, you are still the first person I have ever seen who dares to use such a heavy knife, at least more than two hundred and sixty pounds."

Zhang Zifeng carried his uncle's snow-white big knife, and said with a smile, "Then uncle, you are the same, you look like you have a lot of strength?" ”

"It's okay," the middle-aged uncle threw out the chameleon knife, and Zhang Zifeng also returned his snow-white knife.

The long knife was like a sheath, Zhang Zifeng's sharp eyes looked at it, and said leisurely, "Uncle, are you good at playing with knives?" ”

"It's okay, I've been playing for decades, and I've mixed up a six-grade swordsman," the middle-aged uncle said lightly.

"That's already very powerful, and Wang Heniu's nose is only a seven-grade cap," Zhang Zifeng said.

The middle-aged uncle smiled and said nothing, "Okay, you kid practice slowly, I still have something to go first." ”

But just as the middle-aged uncle turned around, suddenly the corners of Zhang Zifeng's mouth outlined a sneer, "Where to go, kill someone!" ”

"Hmm!" The middle-aged uncle raised his eyebrows and looked back at Zhang Zifeng, "What do you mean?" ”

"Uncle is not from Tianshan, because Tianshan does not have a heavy swordsman like your blood, uncle."

The uncle laughed, "Your kid is also full of blood, what about you, you are also here to kill?" ”

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Although both sides hid their blood, they were still noticed by the other party.

Zhang Zifeng said leisurely, "Then you are wrong, I am just here to learn." ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Zifeng's body sank, and he had already made an instantaneous killing gesture of drawing the knife, and the qi in his body spread out slightly, blowing up the dust on the ground, as if a force was condensing on the blade.

Without saying a word, Zhang Zifeng was ready for battle.

"Uncle, or are you here to kill me?"

"Why did I come to kill you?" The middle-aged uncle looked amused, waved his hand and said, "I'm being hunted down now." ”

"Who?"

The middle-aged uncle showed a wicked smile, "I'm afraid I'll frighten you when I say it." ”

"I don't believe it."

The middle-aged uncle turned around slowly, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Now at the foot of the mountain, there is an old thing with a sword, do you know?" ”

"All I know is that the king might send a dog."

The middle-aged uncle was slightly stunned, looked at Zhang Zifeng in some surprise, and immediately looked up to the sky and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at you, don't you think it's strange that you kid not only specializes in a mere sword drawing technique, but you dare to call the power of that human king clan a lackey in this world?"

"What's so strange about this," Zhang Zifeng said with a ruffian.

"You kid is very arrogant, if the eighth master of the sword demon at the foot of the mountain hears that you dare to call him a lackey, he will probably crawl out of the bloody coffin angrily, and he can't kill you."

"Sword Demon Eighth Master?" Zhang Zifeng raised his eyebrows, but still did not show a trace of fear.

The middle-aged uncle looked Zhang Zifeng up and down, and felt that he liked this kid very much.

He hadn't been so close to someone for a long time, so he had a plan and said, "Boy, we all use knives, and we can't get used to the eighth master of the sword demon, how about it, come down the mountain with me?" ”

Zhang Zifeng was slightly stunned, "What are you doing down the mountain?" ”

"Of course I'm going to meet the eighth master of the sword demon, aren't you a very good kid just now, what's the matter, now I'm afraid?"

Zhang Zifeng is afraid?

I'm sorry he doesn't have the word fear in his dictionary.

Now that the enemy has come, he might as well go now.

Zhang Zifeng got up with a smile, "It's just right, I'm going to have a grudge with that bullshit Wang clan sooner or later, I'll go with you." ”

"You're not afraid?" The middle-aged uncle couldn't help but look at this early twentieth man with admiration, but his eyes were mature and steady with something rare among his peers.

"He's the Eighth Master of the Sword Demon, even the Sword Emperor Great Sage has to hold his head and run around like a bullshit," the middle-aged uncle asked confirmly.

Zhang Zifeng didn't say anything more.

He's decided to go down the mountain and see,

First, if the other party is really as powerful as Yan Jie said, instead of sitting and waiting to die, instead of facing it down the mountain, take a look.

Second, the Heavenly Master and others in this Tianshan Mountain are afraid that they will not be able to resist their anger, and they may be able to avoid innocent casualties when they go down the mountain.

It just so happened that Zhang Zifeng also wanted to see if his sword drawing technique combined with the power of the Ji family's bloodline could reach various realms.

After saying that, Zhang Zifeng took a big step and walked directly down the mountain.

Seeing this, the middle-aged uncle poured a few sips of liquor and followed with a step.

In the night, the corners of his mouth outlined a strange smile, deliberately exuding his aura.

Soon he disappeared into the night with Zhang Zifeng.

At this time, at the foot of the mountain, in the blood coffin, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, and two blood lights suddenly lit up.

In the dead night, I only heard a hoarse, weak old voice from inside the coffin, "You are really here, and you seem to have brought a helper?" ”