was quite an understatement, but Wang Anfeng's plan was held in his heart, and he couldn't speak, he turned his head to look at the cold woman next to him.

Those eyes were flat, faintly thinking, and it seemed that they were still thinking about Fang Cai's sword, recalling the lonely cold sword intent hidden in the sword qi, but they never hesitated.

Wait for him to come......

Wang Anfeng chewed on this sentence, first sighed lightly, and felt that although he was accustomed to thinking about defeat before he won or lost, his own considerations were inevitably a little unatmospheric.

Thinking that a few days ago, Lin Qiaofu ran out of the inn recklessly because she was worried about herself.

At this time, recalling the cranky thoughts at that time, Wang Anfeng suddenly felt ridiculous, and couldn't help but shake his head, laughed lowly, and shook it into a laugh.

Raised his hand and patted some of the broad swords on the side of the horse's body, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said:

"Okay, wait for him."

"Miss Gongyu is so bold and talented."

Gong Yu bowed slightly, his expression was flat, and he calmly accepted this praise.

In the carriage, Hong Luoyu grinned.

After thinking about it carefully in my mind, the three hundred zhang sword qi was indeed quite atmospheric, and the atmosphere was very powerful, if it was at night, it could lead to the great atmosphere of light and purple sky, and the anger of bullfighting.

But the disciple who was born in Qingfeng Xie is an immortal sword that has walked step by step, and it is no worse than it.

The two of them are afraid that there will be a pure battle of swords.

Gong Yu has been learning swords next to most of the immortals since he was a child, practicing swords, and understanding swords. In three years, Wang Anfeng was able to cultivate from a mere eight grades to a six-grade middle class.

Gong Yu, who is practicing next to the immortals, will not advance an inch, and it is still in the realm of five grades?

Hong Luoyu felt that even if he believed that one day the surname Ying told him that the slow-talking monk went to visit the Qinglou at night, he would not believe it.

However, if that monk goes to the Qinglou, he will probably just fold his hands and keep chanting the scriptures with a tense face......

Out of some kind of painful experience of not being able to communicate with outsiders, Hong Luoyu couldn't help but roll his eyes, slandering in his heart, Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu outside the carriage talked softly about the trick of sword intent circulation, and did not deliberately hide their voices, and several people inside and outside listened quietly.

Uncle Tai Jian Juque is in front of his knees, and if he has occasional gains, his eyebrows are flying.

Hong Luoyu sighed secretly in his heart.

One is an immortal sword that has been refined since childhood.

One is a Tianshan swordsman who looks down on the changes in the world's sword moves and only takes the best sword intent.

Each has its own style, each has its own bearing.

Wang Anfeng's swordsmanship is not bad, it has never been bad, but in front of these two, I am afraid it can only be said that it is not bad, if it is really to be compared, I am afraid that only Xue Qinshuang, who was born in a family of assassins and has been invincible in his peers since childhood, can be compared with these two.

It's not that Wang Anfeng's cultivation is not diligent enough, and it's not that he is talented and stupid, and he can't be cultivated.

With the care of the surname Win, Wang Anfeng's practice is almost to the extent that he feels frightened, how can it be hard enough, and before, there was a renunciation of the Dao Thunder Jin to refine the meridian root bones, and after pulling out the dragon qi backlash, there are qi and hundreds of veins, which is extremely long.

If this can be regarded as a talent and stupidity, then nine out of ten martial artists in the world can hang themselves.

It's really his cultivation time, it's really too late.

From the beginning of the summer of the thirteenth year to the present, even if it is compensated for by the change in the flow of time in the Shaolin Temple, it has only been six years since he came into contact with martial arts.

It's just six years.

When Wang Anfeng was sweating profusely with a sickle larger than himself on his back to cut pigweed, Qianshan Si was sitting on the top of the mountain, his expression was light, and he looked at the snow in the Tianshan Mountains with his sword.

When Wang Anfeng was born black and thin, holding a steamed bun and gnawing with a big mouth, Gong Yu, who was dressed in white, followed suit, holding a sword, and followed behind the immortals of the world.

Step by step.

Even when Wang Anfeng went through penance and broke through the Golden Bell Pass, Xue Qinshuang was able to fight the sword alone and travel the world.

After three years, he became famous for three years, crossed the river with a sword, and was praised by the contemporary Confucian, saying that after 30 years, he could rely on the Qingfeng in his palm to sweep the rivers and lakes without an opponent.

It was bad at the beginning.

Hong Luoyu pursed his lips.

It's not people who are bad, it's just time.

In the current battle, one is the descendant of the Tianshan Sword Sect, following the example of the previous generation of sword leaders, who took the sword down the mountain when he was young and walked the world, and the other is the Qingfeng Xie next generation of masters, and what he holds in his hand is the sword of Qingfeng Xie Murong Qingxue when he was young.

There must be a fight between the two, Gong Yu and Wang Anfeng couldn't see it clearly, and Wei Chijie next to him saw some parts, but although Hong Luoyu looked young, he had already experienced a lot of things in the rivers and lakes, so he could see more things.

Qingfeng Solution, Tianshan Sword Sect.

This is even if it is a dispute between the two top sword sects in the world, since Murong Qingxue made a move, he has even begun to think about which faction is the real number one sword sect in the world, and which side can enjoy a hundred years of prosperity.

Such a direct and cruel dispute over Taoism has now begun in this way, lightly and lightly.

One has been walking down the mountain since three years ago, winning consecutive battles, getting stronger each battle, accumulating momentum, and climbing to the sky step by step.

One has been stopping since a few years ago, and the sharp energy in his body has faded day by day, but the sharp energy in his heart has become more and more prosperous, like an immortal.

When the two fight, the end will inevitably be that one will step into the sky, and the other will break his sword and fall.

Or Qianshan Si won the victory and stepped directly on the gate of heaven with a lonely cold spirit, or Gong Yu did not roar for five years, taking this opportunity to completely rise to the sky, no matter how wonderful the loser was, he would be lonely later.

Unlike sword fighting, the battles between the great sects of the rivers and lakes are often silent, but the cold and cruel places have never made the slightest difference.

There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of Hongluoyu's mouth.

Since Qingfeng Xie went down and down the mountain, he only thought that it was an ordinary day, but no one could have imagined that this day had written a very strong stroke in the century-old rivers and lakes.

The world's rivers and lakes are based on swords.

And the battle of the world's first sword faction has officially started since that day, how is it not enough to remember the major events of the rivers and lakes for a hundred years? It's just that in this matter, Wang Anfeng, including Yu Chijie, Tai Shujian, and even Yu Hongluoyu himself, are just passers-by.

If Wang Anfeng can be like Gong Yu and others, he has been in Shaolin Temple since he was a child and followed them......

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child.

Exercise your body since childhood.

Hongluoyu's mind was confused, and he was a little stunned for a while, and a look of yearning appeared on his face, and then he froze slightly, and then shook his head violently, as if he had woken up from a nightmare, and he didn't want to think about this thought anymore.

As long as you think carefully about the process of reviving the consciousness of several of them, you can guess that if Wang Anfeng grew up practicing in the Shaolin Temple since he was a child, I am afraid that now the one who is riding a horse outside is a real monk.

Thinking of Wang Anfeng with one hand together, his expression was flat and he said Amitabha, or his face was gentle and graceful like jade, and he said that Fengyue was fine, and when he turned his back, there was a chain of poisonous schemes, and Hongluoyu's face was a little black.

Looking at Wang Anfeng, who was chuckling outside and pointing at the air, Hong Luoyu breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and the whole person was relieved, leaning on the carriage with a lazy look on his face.

Or this one is more eye-catching.

Although I came a little late, I was also a little stubborn......

But what I met was such a 'Wang Anfeng', which is really good.

Shaolin Temple.

The green-shirted scribe, who didn't know how many times he was slandered by Hongluo Feather every day, looked light, lazily leaned on the bamboo chair, his eyes were half-closed, he bent his head with one hand, picked up a chess piece with the other, and gently landed on the chessboard, his sleeve robe was like a cloud.

The white-haired Taoist next to him stroked his hands and admired:

"Bright plank road, dark Chen Cang."

"Sir is really a good game."

The scribe looked indifferent and said:

"Naturally good chess."

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

Some Kavin, so some less (you have to say ha...... ）