Shaolin Temple.

The ancient Taoist sitting on the bamboo chair moved his eyes slightly, and his expression, which was still a little sluggish, became vivid again, he spread his arms, got up, and stretched his waist.

The green-shirted scribe raised his eyes to look at the Taoist and said indifferently:

"Coming back to your senses?"

Gu Daoren lowered his arm, looked at Mr. Win and smiled:

"Came back to ......"

"I'm just taking a nap for a while, why do you care? By the way, did you just peek here? ”

He pointed to the tear mole in the corner of his eye.

The green-shirted scribe sneered, as if he was extremely disdainful and too lazy to take care of it.

Gu Daoren smiled, did not mention this matter again, turned his eyes to look at the outside world shown by the illusion, looked at the distant mountain scenery of Qingfeng Jie, calmed down, thought about what Fang Cai felt, and said leisurely:

"That's amazing......"

Mr. Win still casually flipped through the book in his hand that seemed to never finish, and said casually:

"Better than you and me?"

"Well...... this"

The ancient Taoist sat on the bamboo chair backwards and shook the chair, but he didn't care, just put his right hand on his cheek and propped his elbow on the table, thought about it very seriously, shook his head first, but then nodded again, and sighed with a smile:

"I don't know, I can't see it in it."

"I thought I could see more clearly when I went outside, but I still couldn't see through it."

"It's hard to say that there is a fight to the death."

"But if it's just about the realm, this senior really has to be above us, if it's not a life-and-death fight, and they don't need to use killer moves like each other, we and several others should be able to get out of her sword together."

His voice paused slightly, and he looked at the green-shirted scribe again, and said with a smile:

"However, the strength of this senior should be the intention and power, in terms of trick skills, it should still be below you and me, if you can take her into this world and suppress her with the general trend of heaven and earth, no matter how bad it is, you should be able to fight with her to a draw."

The green-shirted scribe turned over a scroll, the words on it changed, and the time was fixed before it was fixed, it was a practice to nourish qi, Mr. Win's eyes swept over the scroll, and said lightly:

"Ingest a great grandmaster who is over seventy years old and is at the peak of his spirit?"

"If you want to die, I can ask Wu Changqing to concoct the world's strange poison for you."

His voice paused slightly, raised his eyes to look at the ancient Taoist, and mocked:

"Don't worry, it's enough."

The look on the Taoist priest's face stiffened slightly.

"You, you ......"

The scribe withdrew his gaze and said nonchalantly:

"You? ...... true"

"It's not easy for you to live to the end of your life."

"Your sister has been bothering for a long time."

The ancient Taoist opened his mouth, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Hong Luoyu snickered on the side, he looked at the lazy and casual scribe over there, but his eyebrows were cold, and then at the white-haired Taoist priest who was stunned, and endured it.

Finally, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Hey......

The surname wins, but the one who will suffer?

Qing Feng unleashed the sword array.

The sword momentum that rose to the sky disappeared almost in the blink of an eye, and the phantom array that had lost its original utility due to the interference of sword momentum and sword intent began to operate again.

Gong Yu's gaze fell on the center of the sword array.

This is what Qingfeng unlocked the mountain patriarch left behind when he opened the school, and eight sentences of words were engraved on it with different swordsmanship, every disciple walked through here before entering the mountain, and he would realize the sword intent once, all along, this Qingyan giant sword is the holy object in the hearts of all the disciples in Qingfeng's solution.

But at this time, there was a slight sword mark on this holy object.

Her hand was on the sword.

Unconscious clenching.

The old man behind him had already sat down on the ground.

In the past seven breaths, Gong Yu's breathing was slightly heavy, and when he raised his eyes, his gaze moved away from the Qingyan giant sword and landed on Wang Anfeng's body.

At this time, the latter was holding the wooden sword in his hand.

The original scabbard had disintegrated, and now Wang Anfeng had no choice but to carry the sword on his back with the strap that originally fixed the scabbard.

This wooden sword is now enough to be called a divine weapon.

But at this time, the appearance was far less domineering than when he first broke free from the shackles, and the color of the sword body was a little dull, as if it had been soaked in the rain after decades of wind and rain in the courtyard.

It looked like it was just a tattered wooden sword.

The wooden sword that was thrown to the false Taoist priests on the street who were too lazy to ask for fortune-telling and measuring eight characters was placed on a small stall, and it was no more than six copper plates, and if you bought something else, the sword might be given away for nothing.

But only Wang Anfeng himself knows what terrifying power the palm holding the sword holds.

The gap between the middle three grades and the upper three grades is almost a sentence of heaven, but the fourth-grade masters who master a divine weapon can fight against the grandmaster without defeat, and the entire sect of the supporting pillar is not weakened, and the entire world will also be included in the ranks of peerless masters who have mastered the divine weapon.

This wooden sword was made for him.

If there is still one person in the world who can exert the power of this divine weapon to the limit, then there is only Wang Anfeng, as long as he is still in this world, even if he is known as the world's number one swordsman, Elder Qingfeng Xie will not want to be able to use this sword.

At that time, this sword was just an ordinary wooden sword.

The gods choose the master, like the phoenix chooses the sycamore and lives.

But at this time, Wang Anfeng himself couldn't use this sword easily, he had just used the spiritual charm accumulated by the wooden sword in the past three years, and just stabbed out a sword, and the meridians of his right arm were already swollen and tingling.

Even if he had internal strength to recuperate from his injuries, there was still analgesia emerging, so he had no way to put away the wooden sword casually like in the past, so he could only move slowly and slowly retract the sword.

Hopefully it won't be considered rude......

Gong Yu originally wanted to ask, but at this time he stopped his original thoughts.

The person in front of her retracted the sword slowly, as if it was a dying old man, or a child who had just touched the hilt of the sword, but her eyes were still reverberating with the overwhelming sword light in front of her.

This is a ridiculous action on ordinary people, and it also has some inexplicable taste.

So he just stood quietly with his sword in hand.

In the camp under the Qingfeng Jieshan Gate, the phantom array has been reopened, and those who came here to ask for a sword stared blankly at the young man with a sword ten steps away, there was a woman in white, and in the distance was the unattainable mountain gate of Qingfeng Jie, but they could only watch this scene be covered by the phantom array, and they couldn't take an inch.

The dilapidated camp was in front of me again.

I don't know how long it has been, someone smiled bitterly, turned around with a long sword in his hand, and staggered away from the place where he had been waiting for a long time, and someone looked at the sword in his hand, threw it on the ground, and then laughed miserably, and after a while, the camp was empty.

Wang Anfeng took the wooden sword back.

He looked at the woman in front of him, three years did not seem to have left a trace on her body, still the same as back then, raised his hand and clenched his fist, and said:

"Miyayu senior......"

Gong Yu nodded first, his eyes fell on Wang Anfeng's face, turned around and stepped into the formation first, Wang Anfeng saw that she was not angry, exhaled, and stepped into it, and the old man did not want this hard-won opportunity to be exhausted, so he supported his body with a sword and followed closely behind.

I was extremely anxious, afraid that if I took a slow step, I would never have this opportunity again.

But when he stepped into the formation, he found that Gong Yu and Wang Anfeng had not left, the woman was just holding a sword to lead the way, and she didn't look back at him at all, but the speed was not in a hurry or slow, and he was able to keep up with his best efforts.

Gong Yuxing took three steps in front of Wang Anfeng, his voice was flat, and he said:

"Five pins?"

Wang Anfeng shook his head and said:

"No, the juniors are only in the sixth grade."

Gong Yu nodded, and then said lightly:

"No need to call seniors anymore."

"You are not my Qingfeng Xie disciple, you can cut out that sword, and your cultivation is similar to mine."

"In the future, you and I can have fellowship with each other."

"But ......"

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, but found that Gong Yu didn't look at him at all, just walked by himself, and said to himself.

After thinking about it, he and Qingfeng Xie really have no teacher-student relationship, and the woman in front of him is not much older than himself, and he calls others a senior, but he is much older, Gong Yu said here, and he can only say:

"Then, it's better to be respectful than to obey your orders."

"Palace...... Woman. ”

When he said that, he only felt that this title was really nondescript, but when he was a teenager, the sight of Gong Yu changing a celestial phenomenon without a sword left a deep impression on him, and if he wanted to call Gong Girl, he really couldn't open his mouth.

Gong Yu didn't care, nodded, and replied:

"What shall I call you?"

Wang Anfeng thought for a while and said:

"Former ...... No. ”

"The palace maid is called the book keeper under the ......"

"Bibliophile?"

Gong Yu's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked sideways at Wang Anfeng, there seemed to be a sudden change in his tone, but he didn't see much emotional change on his face, just said:

"Are you Wang Anfeng?"

Wang Anfeng's expression stiffened slightly, and then he realized something, his eyes widened and he looked at the woman with a cold temperament in front of him, opened his mouth, and said:

"Palace lady, you ...... Didn't recognize me just now? ”

Gong Yu nodded, his voice was flat, and he said as a matter of course:

"The last time you came here, you were wearing blue cloth clothes, and now you have changed to a blue one, and after a long time, I naturally can't recognize it."

"Don't mention this matter, Qingfeng has solved the mountain gate, and it has arrived."

PS: Today's first update is ............