The road of 200 miles is said to be long, but if you ride a horse and a car, there is not much far, and the horses on the rivers and lakes can travel 800 miles a day, and it can be called a horse that can travel thousands of miles a day, not to mention the famous horse that Yu Chijie smashed down with a lot of money?

Although the famous horse-drawn carriage seems to others, it has a bit of a bad scenery of burning the qin and cooking cranes, but the speed is not slow at all, which makes Wei Chijie quite satisfied, and feels that his silver has not been thrown in vain, and the pedestrians have painful eyes.

Along the way, Wang Anfeng rode in front, and the wooden sword was still behind his back, but the broad sword obtained from Qingfeng's solution was only hung on the side of the saddle, and the scabbard shook slightly with the horse walking, and he could draw the sword with his hand in case of accidents.

The right hand hanging down in the cuff kept finger strokes, secretly pondering the sword intent of the man in white with a sword, and the terrifying frost on the palm and wrist had already disappeared.

Even if it is a lonely and cold sword intent, that is, rootless water, and as Hong Luoyu said, this sword is just a prayer, although the sword intent is strong, it is not mixed with killing intentions, he is masculine and internal, but the time of a stick of incense will be all the sword intent.

Yu Chijie was bored.

In his heart, he could already guess who the guy was, but he didn't open his mouth to speak, just half-squinted, thinking in his mind that it was Xuanhe Sword Qi that was more than three hundred zhang, compared with the past of those martial arts predecessors in his mind.

The more I compared, the more I felt that person was amazing.

Fu recalled the legend of the swordsman I had heard in the past, what was the sword to kill the dragon, laughed and resigned, the emperor gave wine, and just waved his sleeves and swaggered away, it was really more chic than the other, and now I think about it, it is also enviable.

Even people like Yu Chijie, who don't practice swordsmanship at all, have a feeling of envy in their hearts, let alone the rest of the swordsmen?

Uncle Tai Jiansheng ate one or two percent of the strength of this sword, and his blood was boiling, but now he was sitting in the carriage, holding the reins of the horse with both hands, and his mind was full of sword light that was overwhelmingly pressed down, as if he was intoxicated.

The stabbing method in the sword of the Tien Shan Mountains.

The sword aura is cold.

Today's number one swordsman in the world is the Great Elder of Qingfeng Jiezhong, but in the first twenty years, even if it is the first thirty years, counting up to the first fifty years, the number one swordsman in the world is the one who was born in the Tianshan Sword Sect.

Since the age of seventeen or eighteen, one person and one sword, from the Tianshan Mountains to fight the sword all the way down the mountain to the south, every mountain to worship the mountain, is really with the sword in the hand out of the prestige.

Although it is said that after that, Li Xuan, an empty Taoist who sat on the bank of the willow embankment, was born with a wooden sword, and he was a great grandmaster above the grandmaster in just one step, and his demeanor seemed to be even worse, and he ascended to the sky in one step.

Of course, it is the feeling of freedom and detachment of the Daomen stepping up the ladder to the sky, but it is far less real and impressive than the Tianshan Sword Kui's 'a sword roaring from the sky'.

In addition, the martial artists who came out of the Daomen have always had a light temperament. That empty man is too unfathomable, and there are only five or six shots in the rivers and lakes, but he is firmly in the top five in the world.

Tianshan Jiankui is completely different, he is heroic, loves wine and swords, loves beauty the most, and has always been the most able to play with people.

Lu Baiping stared blankly at the scenery passing from both sides of the carriage, and Sanshan Pavilion had already been thrown behind the carriage, but she still couldn't forget the sword just now, retracted her gaze and looked at Lin Qiaofu, and suddenly said in a low voice:

"Qiaofu, the person who just made the move has anything to do with the sword leader of the Tianshan Mountain?"

Kui is the leader.

Tianshan is known to have 800 sword-wielding disciples, up and down for hundreds of years.

However, there is only one who can be honored as a sword leader by those who practice swords in the world, and only that one dare not be called by name, just as the world talks about Murong Qingxue and only respects the great elder, and when it comes to Li Xuanyi, he must be called an empty man.

This is the world's unparalleled reputation.

Lin Qiaofu was silent for a while, and said, "A swordsman who can use a sword at such a young age can only be a personal disciple trained by the predecessor of the sword leader. ”

"But the predecessor of Jiankui has never said that he has accepted an apprentice."

Lu Baiping breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Chijie interjected with a smile:

"Could it be that the senior of the sword leader carried the Jianghu people behind his back and secretly went down the mountain to find a disciple? And then trick back to the mountain to teach martial arts......"

Lu Baiping glared at him and said:

"Shut up!"

"The predecessor of the sword leader is by no means that kind of person......

The scabbard in his hand seemed to be raised again.

Yu Chijie rolled his eyes and didn't speak, but muttered to himself: "You know again......"

Lu Baiping was so angry that she secretly gritted her teeth.

Hong Luoyu didn't care about the conversation between the few people in the carriage, a pair of eyes closed slightly, as if in contemplation, and the sword technique was decomposed and analyzed in his mind, and after dissipating the three hundred zhang sword qi, all that was left was a subtle wisp of sword intent.

Hong Luoyu sighed in his heart.

Although a wisp can reach the gate of heaven.

The fourth to third grades are the gate of heaven.

Sure enough, no matter which world it is, there has never been a shortage of monsters in the rivers and lakes.

A group of people set off at sunrise, and then had some meals at the official post on the road, and when the sun was about to set on the horizon, they had vaguely seen the Guancheng of Danyang County in the distance, and after entering the Guancheng, it was already considered to have entered Jiangnan Road.

Wei Chijie may have been too bored in the carriage, so he asked Lao Lu's horse to ride, occasionally threw two whips, rode the horse hundreds of meters in front, and waited for the horse, and the family had to go with Uncle Jian, who was driving.

And Gong Yu and Lu Baiping changed horses once, but when they were close to Guancheng, they changed back again, riding a horse and walking side by side with Wang Anfeng, who was walking in front.

Wang Anfeng's right hand was still lightly piercing the void, and his face looked a little thoughtful, sometimes frowning, sometimes suddenly realizing.

Gong Yu withdrew his gaze from his fingers and said lightly:

"How?"

This question is exactly the same as the previous one.

Originally, there were only two words, but Wang Anfeng understood the different meanings, smiled, raised his right hand, the cuffs slipped off, revealing the sword fingers of his palm, and then lightly swiped along the gap between the two.

A subtle and sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, with a chill that made people's hearts stagnate slightly.

Gong Yu's eyes were clear, he nodded, and said:

"It seems that you are very good at learning ......"

Wang Anfeng laughed at himself slightly, shook his head and smiled:

"It's just an imitation, very clumsy."

"It's hard to draw dragons and tigers, I'm just stealing some skins, and that person's sword qi and sword intent are completely incomparable, just thinking that if he really fights the enemy one day, it will be more or less beneficial."

Gong Yu nodded, his tone was unwavering, and he said lightly:

"It's good to know yourself and your enemy."

Silence ensued.

After moving forward for more than a hundred meters, Wang Anfeng released his sword finger and moved a little.

Over the years, he has been in the Bronze Man Alley, and every time he encounters a strong enemy that he can't deal with, he will do this, and in the long run, he has learned a lot of miscellaneous tricks, and when he is facing the enemy, he can always anticipate the enemy's opportunity, and he does take a lot of advantage.

But this time the opponent was different.

When he made a move, it was just a simple stab, and the tricks of that move, even children who had not practiced martial arts could learn it in a good way.

He can say that ten out of ten people in the rivers and lakes can use this thorn.

How many people can induce these three hundred zhang sword qi with one sword?

Tianshan swordsmanship, the intention is to be the superior sword intent, the true disciple, even if the wooden branch is in the hand, a stab and a slash, it is also the best swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes.

Wang Anfeng muttered in his heart that the comments in the book were true. Fu looked at Gong Yu again and asked with a smile:

"Miss Gong, what do you think, what is the martial arts of the one who made the shot?"

"Is it the fourth grade, or is it higher?"

Gong Yu shook his head and said, "I haven't fought before, so I can't see it." ”

The voice paused, and added:

"At least four grades."

Wang Anfeng seemed to joke slightly:

"Four products...... At least the fourth-grade Tianshan swordsman is still so young, it is rare to see it on the rivers and lakes. ”

"Couldn't it be the legendary sword leader? I remember that he was once personally commented by the old master Taixue, saying that his sword intent is extraordinary and lonely, with the scenery of the Tianshan Mountains and snowfall, and he will definitely be on the grandmaster in ten years, enter the top ten of the sword list, and sweep the world in thirty years. ”

"If it's him, our group is really sweet."

He thought of the famous sword master who surrounded and killed him, thought of his uncle, his father who was becoming more and more unclear, and thought of his peerless father in the mouth of the ruin, and his smile was faintly helpless and self-deprecating.

is obviously a parent, but he is the one who knows his father the least.

He was stunned in his heart, but he still had to continue to say this, since the Jade Ruins view, he doubted his father's identity, and he was afraid that he had many great enemies. And thinking about it like this, Gong Yu and others have been solving Qingfeng all the year round, how can they grudge with others? I'm afraid that the sword master from before also came to look for him.

If this Tianshan disciple also made a move for this reason, then it would be really dangerous for Qingfeng Xie and his party to go down with him again.

In this way, it may be the best choice to separate the castle in front of it for the time being.

Wang Anfeng's expression was ordinary, and he secretly thought about how to speak.

Gong Yu glanced at him.

Always cold as jade, there is rarely a trace of a subtle smile on his face.

She raised the rather slender saber in her hand and said softly:

"Wait for him to come."

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

There is no chapter that says the first day, no, the second day, to think of him...... No comments, no interaction, so boring to write...... (dazed)