Wang Anfeng's movements paused, and then he walked over to open the door for Uncle Taijian, and when he introduced the white-haired old man to the door, his face had already returned to calm.

Uncle Tai Jian was a little restrained.

Hong Luoyu had already casually brought the cup on the table to the bed, and only the blue moire silk cloth covering the table was left on this round table, and he only stood aside and beckoned to Uncle Taijian.

The old man with the sword laughed with him, and he had to step forward with great eyesight, raised his hands, took down the big sword Juque behind his back, supported the sword body with one hand, and gently brushed the sword body with the other hand, and then placed it on the table with great care.

The entire table sank slightly, revealing its weight.

Wang Anfeng stood next to Hong Luoyu and carefully looked at this famous sword.

Different from the fish intestine sword, although this giant que is also one of the top ten famous swords, it does not win with its sharpness, the sword body is wide and heavy, as if it is just a whole piece of stubborn iron, but it has an indescribable huge sense of oppression, which makes people can't help but hold their breath in front of this big sword.

Hong Luoyu stood with his hands in his hands and said lightly:

"Do you know why the teacher would let you see this sword?"

Wang Anfeng shook his head.

When Uncle Tai heard this beginning, he knew that this should be an important matter between master and apprentice.

Although he wanted to listen more here, his old man had been stumbling and crawling on the rivers and lakes for so many years. Martial arts may not be able to practice how powerful, but he weighs how many catties and taels he has very clearly.

knew that this kind of thing was not something he could hear, and he didn't bother Wang Anfeng and Hong Luoyu, so he walked outside lightly. The palm of his hand had just been placed on the doorknob, and Hong Luoyu's casual voice sounded in his ears.

"Close the door and come and stand."

Uncle Taijian's body stiffened slightly, almost thinking that he had misheard.

After a moment's pause, he closed the door like a wooden man.

Turn around.

Step by step, he walked to the side of Hong Luoyu and Wang Anfeng, and stood beside him with his hands down, without saying a word.

Although Wang Anfeng didn't know what Hongluoyu's plans were, since it was the master who opened his mouth, he naturally had no objections, and smiled kindly at the white-haired uncle.

Uncle Tai stiffened a little and returned the salute.

Hongluoyu put his left hand behind his back, bent his right hand on his fingers, flicked the giant sword blade, and said lightly:

"The first generation of famous craftsman Ou Yezi cast five swords."

The voice attracted the attention of Wang Anfeng and Tai Shujian.

Hong Luoyu's voice was slow, like knocking on a jade tripod, and said:

"The fish intestine is a sword of bravery, and only a swordsman who has the heart to die can use this sword well."

"And Juque has reached the pinnacle of the attainment of the sword momentum, although there are many sword weapons in the world, there is no one who can beat it."

"The lack of the que, the name is the shortage, that is, the congenital deficiency, not as talented as the outstanding, but thick and ancient, with the general trend of heaven and earth, can be invincible, invincible."

Speaking of the word 'missing', the old uncle's eyes lit up slightly.

"The same material, but can show completely different concepts in the weapon, this famous craftsman Ou Yezi, I am afraid that he is also a generation of swordsmanship, can use sword casting as a sword practice, and the five famous swords he casts are actually the direction of the five swordsmanship."

The voice paused slightly, Hong Luoyu looked at Wang Anfeng, and said:

"Feng'er, from today onwards, you comprehend the sword every day, try to outline the spiritual rhyme in it, and use the sword momentum in the giant sword to hone the sword gang that you have realized."

"The stones of other mountains can be used to attack jade."

"The hard work of the ancestors of the swordsmanship should be of benefit to you."

Wang Anfeng was graceful and saluted:

"The disciple receives the order."

Hong Luoyu's eyes fell on Tai Shujian again.

The old man's body subconsciously tensed, and he subconsciously straightened his waist.

Hongluoyu looked at him fixedly, but lazily withdrew his gaze and said lightly:

"I have already said before, this sword is heavy, you carry the sword for Feng'er, send it every hour, take it away at the end of the hour, don't be late, maybe do it?"

Wang Anfeng was surprised in his heart, and then just smiled.

He looked at Uncle Tai Jian, who was already stunned next to him, and whispered congratulations in his heart.

During this time, he carried the sword to Wang Anfeng, which means that for the rest of the day, Tai Shujian was free to comprehend the sword momentum contained in this giant sword.

For an old man who has been chasing kendo all his life, this can really be called a word of congratulations, and such an old swordsman is enough to be worthy of this giant sword.

Uncle Tai Jian took a deep breath.

After sleeping in front of Qingfeng's sword unraveling formation, he waited for three years, and the old man who was crying when he saw the sword light rising into the sky straightened his back.

He pursed his lips.

The flattering smile on the old man's face, which had almost turned into a mask, slowly faded away, and he nodded emphatically.

Hong Luoyu chuckled, without waiting for Uncle Taijian to say anything, he had already turned around, and pushed the door away, his wide-sleeved robe fluttered like a cloud, calmly, it was an indescribable celebrity and grandmaster's bearing.

Uncle Tai clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to the man's back.

Scrupulous.

Wang Anfeng next to him only felt a throbbing pain in the corners of his forehead, and raised his hand to support his forehead.

Fang Cai's every move, the third master who had the bearing of a grandmaster, and Hongluoyu, who was not in a straight shape, sat on the table with Erlang's legs crossed, and his face was full of schadenfreude......

He really didn't want to admit that it was a person.

This is by no means alone!

With a sigh, Wang Anfeng's gaze fell on the giant sword lying horizontally on the table, his right hand was raised, and he gently pointed at this broad famous sword, his eyes closed slightly, and his breathing gradually became calmer.

The practice of martial artists is divided into upper and lower nine grades.

Among them, the lower three grades are the most basic, either exercising the physique, strengthening the qi and blood, or calming the mind and calming the qi, running internal strength, and the martial artist uses various means to gradually improve his cultivation.

Jiupin can fight the lion and tiger and run like a strong horse.

The eight products can gather qi in the body, and out of the outside, the sword qi is more than horizontal.

The seven-rank martial artist has been honed to the peak, and he can be as strong as a dragon with a wave of his hand, if he has practiced some advanced martial arts, the martial artist at this stage has been able to barely take off the air and resist the wind, not like mortals.

Although there are various differences in the methods practiced by martial artists, what needs to be done is just to store water in the pool of the body, and the martial artist's personal root bone talent is fully exerted at this stage.

Those who are gifted, meditate for a day, and can be used by others for 100 days.

However, no matter how slow the rate of water storage is, even if the pool grows larger, there is always a limit.

Day after day, year after year.

As long as they don't give up, one day they will be able to fill the pool with clear water, which is for ordinary martial artists, as long as they are diligent enough, the realm of the Seven Grades is not as unattainable as imagined, but for most martial artists, this is already the limit they can reach.

It is not uncommon to see an old seven-rank or eight-rank martial artist in the rivers and lakes.

It is rare for a young man to have ambition.

For example, Zhang Tingyun's grandmother has been cultivating in the clan, and has not been in the rivers and lakes, and she has steadily reached the peak of the eighth grade when she is old, but her body is not as good as it was back then, her qi and blood are decaying, and there is no chance to break through.

When the warriors are united and jump over the dragon gate, they are masters in the rivers and lakes.

To be able to feel the heart of heaven with my heart, resist the wind out of thin air, and make all kinds of clever means, after the six grades, the role of the warrior's own talent has been greatly weakened, and the person who seeks it is no longer his own pool, but this ocean between heaven and earth.

The strength of the warrior is already his own comprehension of heaven and earth, and the pursuit of his own path, most of them stop for a thousand days, or there are few, after stopping for a thousand days, a thousand miles a day, stepping on the top of the mountain, looking around, it is full of magnificent scenery that has never been imagined in the past.

This is the case with Heavenly Sword Gate Honghui.

Most of the people who crossed the dragon gate just stopped in place, or even retreated.

Wang Anfeng was a pseudonym knife maniac a year ago, holding a knife and prancing on a horse for 3,000 miles.

But every warrior who has stepped on the Dragon Gate has had such a high-spirited time, but people are not dead things, no one can guarantee that they will always be at the peak, and no one can guarantee that their hearts will never be dusty.

There are many people in the world like carp crossing the river, how many people can be as high-spirited as when they were young?

It's the same with warriors.

Every step is like sailing against the current.

Wang Anfeng stroked the sword with his palm, condensed his own charm, and resonated with the spirit of the Juque sword, and realized the sword momentum in the sword body, like a clumsy painter, who wanted to copy the master's paintings.

This is not only mentally torturous, but also a very tiring physical work.

Wang Anfeng has built a foundation with the internal strength of Buddhism, and has resisted the continuous training of a certain Qingyi scribe for several years, and his mental fortitude has already far exceeded that of his peers, but he still feels irritable from time to time in this process, but every time he has a feeling, he has a sense of empowerment.

Tai Shujian just stood beside him with his hands down, silent.

This matter was extremely laborious and time-consuming, and by the time Wang Anfeng raised his head again, the gray sky outside was gone, replaced by a deep night, and an endless red dust lamp.

Wang Anfeng straightened up, moved his muscles and bones, and made a crackling sound.

Uncle Tai was not here, thinking that he was fascinated by his feelings, and he didn't bother, so he went down by himself.

There was the faint sound of footsteps outside the door.

Wang Anfeng held Juque in his hand, stepped forward, and before someone knocked on the door, he stretched out his hand to open the wooden door, and three steps outside the door stood Gong Yu, dressed in white, with a cold expression.

Wang Anfeng had something to gain today, and nodded at her with a smile.

Gong Yu didn't respond to him, his footsteps stopped, his eyes turned on Wang Anfeng, and then he landed on the dark blue clothes, and was silent, and said:

"You ......"

Wang Anfeng's smile stiffened.

Gong Yu seemed to think of something, raised his eyes to look at Wang Anfeng, and said:

"Grilled fish?"

The corners of Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched slightly, and he said:

"It's me."

Gong Yu nodded and said clearly:

"Wang Anfeng."

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