The big green carp that has been growing and playing in the pond under Wanjian Peak for generations never thought that it would suffer a disaster today.

The two sword-wielding disciples, one big and one small, have been hungry for three years, and the weight of only one person is obviously not enough to comfort the pain of lovesickness in their hearts.

Lin Qiaofu was still a little distressed at first, the fish in the stream were eaten too much at one time, but when she smelled the aroma, she began to comfort herself again, this time Wang Anfeng came, and it was three years after the last time, who knows how many years it will take to see it next time?

I ate a lot of fish at one time, but if I divided the amount of these grilled fish into one point and put it into every day for three years, I didn't think it was too much.

It's less than half a bite a day, and it's very reassuring to eat.

Thinking about it, I have to sprinkle and sweep the scripture pavilion every day, and I have to be forced to practice by my sister and uncle, so I can't even eat half a mouthful of fish and meat a day, right?

Where in the world can there be such a truth?

The little girl was still a little embarrassed, she didn't feel like she was at ease, she threw her bones under the stream after eating, cleaned up, and dug a small pit next to her and buried it, which was more or less in the ground.

Gong Yu didn't eat fish, but sat quietly on the bluestone on the side, the slender and delicate long sword was across his knees, and waited until the other three people had eaten it before he said softly:

"Book collection can go first."

"Naturally, there are disciples in the door to take you to your residence."

Wang Anfeng saw that Gong Yu was still sitting there, and there was no sign of moving, knowing that there should be something else to say to Lin Qiaofu and Lu Baiping, patted his clothes, stood up, and said with a smile:

"Then, let's take a step first, and at the end of tomorrow, we'll meet on the martial arts field."

Gong Yu nodded, just hummed.

Wang Anfeng smiled at Lin Qiaofu and Lu Baiping next to him, he didn't see how to move, suddenly a gust of wind hit, Lin Qiaofu instinctively raised his hand to cover his eyes, and the stream next to him moved because of the wind, causing many ripples.

When he put his hand down, the figure of the green-shirted swordsman was no longer on the stone.

It's just that Lu Baiping, who has always been bold, widened a pair of bright eyes, staring straight into the sky, as if she had lost her soul.

Gong Yu retracted his gaze and said lightly:

"The wind moves, and it travels for thousands of miles."

"Qiaofu, you may be able to see which light technique it is?"

Gong Yu is the strongest person in the next generation of Qingfeng, since he was a child, he has followed the immortal-like elder Murong Qingxue, and has learned the immortal sword that is otherworldly and not equal to the usual, which shows that it is difficult to produce such a swordsman in the rivers and lakes for fifty years.

But now she is asking a little girl who is familiar with martial arts about the number of martial arts.

The little girl is not very old, and her martial arts are even worse.

But one dared to ask, one dared to answer, and the other was also accustomed to it, Lin Qiaofu's delicate eyebrows were a little furrowed, and she looked at Gong Yu, Uncle Shi was still as light as carbon white jade carved out, making people dare not approach.

Every time at this time, she would feel in her heart that Uncle Gong Yu was really good-looking, and she would definitely not be able to compare with her in this life.

lowered his gaze, thought for a moment, and said softly:

"I can't see ......"

Lu Baiping's eyes widened, as if she was more shocked than just seeing Wang Anfeng ride the wind into the nine skies, and said:

"Can't see?"

"Hmm."

Lin Qiaofu held the skewer she had just eaten grilled fish in her hand, gently scratched it on the ground, and said:

"There are 37 light skills in the rivers and lakes, 19 of which take the wind into the body, six of which emphasize the control of the wind, three of the Taoist gates, Ling Xu, by the wind, step by step Yuxiao, Confucianism has two, one is three autumn leaves, one is three feet of Haoran wind."

"There is a secret wind coming from the Imperial Court of the Western Regions, and the wind that is stepping on the yellow sand is different from that of Brother Wang."

"According to the description of the classics, Brother Wang's body method is not the fastest in speed among these top light skills, but it is the most rounded, in line with heaven and earth, the realm should be the first class in the world, and it should also be a martial art from the Taoist lineage, and the rest of the disciples, the disciples can't see the ......"

Gong Yu's expression did not change, but he said lightly:

"If you can't see it, you can't see it."

"Bai Ping, Qiaofu, this time down the mountain, it is different from the past, and come, the master ordered me to pass on a secret sword between the two of you, if you can comprehend a few points, it depends on your chance."

"Ah...... Practicing swords, ......"

"Can you not practice?"

Lin Qiaofu's little face collapsed a little, and she lost the calmness she had just commented on her martial arts, her cheeks bulged, but Lu Baiping was much more relaxed, raised her hand and held the hilt of the long sword on her waist, her smile was bright, like ten miles of flowers in spring, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, and said:

"I've been waiting for a long time."

Gong Yu bowed her head, stepped into the void, the cold ice behind her condensed, turning the void into reality, two disciples followed behind her, Lin Qiaofu looked around, but saw that the cold was pervasive, enveloping the entire Ten Thousand Sword Peak, white and cold, not inferior to the clouds in the sky.

In a daze, this body no longer seems to be in the world.

But they are still continuing to go up, step by step to the ladder, so far extraordinary, that is, the Daomen body method on the jade void, but cut off the root of the wind, purely with the 'chill three thousand feet' sword intent into the body, don't open all the way, the courage is not inferior to the sages of the past.

Gong Yu's right hand was raised, his wide sleeves moved slightly with the wind, and his five fingers were white and slender.

The clouds and mist between heaven and earth are like giant whales swallowing water, gathering between the five fingers, absorbing clouds and turning water, condensing qi as soldiers, a crystal clear three-foot blue long sword appeared in the woman's hand, and with a flick of her fingers, there was a Qingyue sword roar that caused the sword on the Ten Thousand Swords Peak to roar more than once, and said lightly:

"Look, this sword is my own creation."

"It's called Chiaki Snow."

Gong Yu's palm turned slightly, and there was a bright sword aura, like a thousand autumns of snow falling.

Lu Baiping's eyes widened, and the brilliance in her eyes shone brightly.

Lin Qiaofu stood behind Gong Yu, but her eyes were empty, her mind was full of thoughts, thinking of the grilled fish that she had been thinking about for three years under the mountain, and now that she thinks about it, it doesn't seem to be as delicious as she remembers.

I thought of the dictionary that was thick enough to smash people unconscious, and thought of what it said that there are seven ways to write the ancient knife, what is the first and what is the second......

The little girl couldn't help but laugh out loud in her heart.

There was a sword intent of three thousand feet in front of him, and the transcendent general dissipated a chill, without any reservations, and dissected the key points.

But Lin Qiaofu, who was facing the first-class swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, was distracted, thinking about the seven ways to write the knife characters in her little head, thinking about whether she could find the eighth, this kind of behavior was put on the rivers and lakes, it could be regarded as stupid.

But even so, she stood in the middle of the air swept by the wind and frost, her black hair was slightly raised, and there were still three or two points of pity in her face, but she was not a little tacky.

When I came back to my senses, my eyes were also clean, as if what I saw in front of me was really just a heavy snowfall.

Wang Anfeng was taken to the guest room by a disciple, not only by coincidence, but also by saying that Gong Yu had arranged it in advance, this room was still the one he lived in when he came to Qingfeng three years ago, and the decoration had not changed much, and there was a lot of familiarity in his heart.

The disciple closed the door as he left.

Wang Anfeng sat cross-legged on the bed, with no one around, and slowly exhaled turbidity.

His eyes were slightly closed, and when he inhaled again, his breathing was as smooth as the still water of the abyss, without the slightest ripple, as if it was empty, but the whole room was gradually filled with a fierce qi machine.

Resolute and pure.

The sword of Heavenly Sword Honghui was like a piece of ice that had been frozen for hundreds of years, and it had been blocked in his heart, and he kept trying to melt the ice all the way, trying to let the ice water flow into his own small pond.

However, the speed of melting has always been very slow, until the sword was stabbed under the Qingfeng Jieshan Gate, and the solid ice was finally split open and fell into his own pool, and the water level naturally rose.

The ice water is mixed with the original pool water and dew, and even a person with high martial arts skills can't tell which drop is pool water and which drop is the snow water that has melted from the ice that has fallen.

After all, Wang Anfeng realized that it was not Honghui's swordsmanship, nor was it Mr. Win's sword killing thirty-three, raising his hand to hold it weakly, pointing out the sword gang, and pointing to the false slash, the void room was bright, and it was dazzling.

Jian Gang slowly dispersed.

The young man stared blankly at the sharp sword intent in his hand, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, grinned, and sat down on the bed backwards, his arms outstretched, and his face was full of happiness.

Mr. said that there are nine heavens in the sky, if you take the sword as an example, then he is finally not a vulgar person who is spinning on the ground, picking up other people's things and practicing, struggling for a long time, and he has stepped into the sky.

"Ascend to the sky, step into the void ......"

Wang Anfeng muttered in a low voice.

Outside the house, a disciple walked by with a sword, but the long sword placed in the scabbard suddenly neighed, which startled her, and she raised her hand to hold her dishonest saber, Zhu Ling stood at the door of the side hall, looking at the guest room.

She didn't look at the house, just looked at the roof.

There was an invisible sword qi rushing up into the sky, as if an ancient sword in the room had just been pulled out of its scabbard, and it was called a bullfighting in ancient times.

She watched the sword qi and sword intent dissipate steadily, and watched the disciple next to the room finally hold down the long sword that almost jumped out of the scabbard, and it took a long time to retract her gaze.

Behind her, Murong Qingxue, the seventh in the world, sat on the top, looking quiet.

PS: Today's second update is presented............