Wang Anfeng's body has been fully cultivated, coupled with the external pressure, the golden bell jar was introduced, so it only took half an hour to have already recorded the operation mode of the first level of the golden bell jar, and the internal force of the original Zen Gong that was more important than peace has completely transformed into a fierce and vast golden bell jar internal qi.

His eyes opened slightly, and a streamer seemed to flash in his clear eyes, and then he became more clean and pure.

Yuan Ci looked at him with a smile in front of him and said:

"Not bad."

"Feng'er, the first level of your golden bell jar has been introduced, and the rest of you need to practice diligently every day, so as to accumulate strength during the period, break through the tricks, and enter the second level."

The young man got up, felt the power in his body, rejoiced in his heart, and couldn't help but smile on his face:

"Uh-huh."

"Yes, Master."

On the side, Wu Changqing stroked his beard and chuckled, stepped forward and handed the long whip in his hand to Wang Anfeng, and said, "An Feng, since the chains around your body have been broken, there is no way to use the spirit snake to find the gap whip method." ”

"There's a long whip here, and you can use it."

The young man's eyes lit up slightly, he took the long whip, and said:

"Thank you, Second Master."

Seeing the joy on the young man's face, the old man was a little embarrassed on his face, and stroked his beard and said:

"No, it's not ......"

A sharp sword roar came from the sky, and the heavy clouds and mist of the dome shattered.

The cold voice accompanied the firmament that seemed to suddenly split, sounded in Wang Anfeng's ears:

"Come to the top."

The young man was stunned, and when he heard that it was Mr. Win's voice, Yuan Ci raised his hand and stroked the young man's hair, and said with a smile: "Since he rarely takes the initiative to call you, there must be something important." ”

"Go ahead."

Wang Anfeng nodded, with a flick of his wrist, the long whip suddenly retracted, wrapped around the young man's right arm like a spiritual snake, and saluted Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing, saying:

"The master, the second master, the apprentice went first."

"Go ahead."

Yuan Ci smiled, watched the young man turn around, and walked away, at this time, Wang Anfeng's cultivation was already considered a small success, but he disappeared in a moment, Wu Changqing stroked his beard, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Win's temperament is still as awkward as ever."

"However, I would take the initiative to call Feng'er over, but I don't know why."

Yuan Ci looked at the lonely peak that rose to the sky, and said:

"It should be the thunder in Feng'er's body......"

"Although I don't know why, he seems to have a better view of the wind, so he will never let go of that thunder."

When Wu Changqing heard this, he seemed to remember something, and his palms were slightly stunned, his expression was slightly solemn, and he said:

"Mo no, Zixiao Palace......"

Yuan Ci bowed his head and said:

"Countless rivers and lakes martial arts, simply guarding the first, when I am the Shaolin Golden Bell Jar, the first martial arts, there is only the set of swordsmanship in the Daomen Zixiao Palace."

"Carry the thunder on the sword, envelop the world in the body, and use the three-foot Qingfeng as the cardinal to control the thunder and control the lightning."

Wu Changqing couldn't help but gasp, and once again recalled the sword light that was as powerful and domineering as thunder in his mind, and said:

"Nine Heavens Jade Clear Sword?!"

Yuan Ci said: "Exactly. ”

"This set of swordsmanship is extremely demanding for Lei Jin and swordsmanship. Since Lei Jin has Feng'er's uncle to teach him, then he must be planning to teach Feng'er's swordsmanship......"

…………………………

Since what Mr. Win said was the peak, Wang Anfeng naturally remembered the lonely peak that he often went to in his mind.

At the foot of the walking exercise, often step out, it is already a few meters away, only a moment, to the top of the lonely peak, sure enough, I saw the green shirt, standing with his hands and looking at the churning clouds under the mountain.

Wang Anfeng unconsciously slowed down his pace and breathing, walked three steps behind the scribe, clasped his fists and saluted, and said:

"I've seen you, sir."

Mr. Win bowed slightly, did not look back, still looked at the clouds and mist under the mountain, and said lightly:

"I agreed to your previous request."

"You can learn martial arts from your uncle, but at the same time, the time that was supposed to be used for punishment, you have to learn swords from me."

"Learn the sword?"

The young man was slightly stunned, and the scribe's right hand sleeve robe flicked, and a wooden sword appeared beside him, and the sheath rose to the sky, and then fell straight in front of Wang Anfeng.

"Pull it out."

Leng Ran's voice sounded in his ears, Wang Anfeng nodded, raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled it out, the sword in the sheath was eight-sided, compared with the ordinary sword weapon, it was less than three points of lightness, but it was a lot more dignified and heavy, such as the Confucian gentleman walking in the world, square and majestic, the blade was stretched out by two arcs, the sheath was simple and unpretentious, and the edge could be seen out of the sheath.

Wang Anfeng liked it when he saw it, and he bowed deeply to the scribe with his back to him with his sword, and said:

"Thank you, sir, for the sword."

The scribe bowed his head, pointed to the bluestone beside him, and said:

"Come here."

Wang Anfeng nodded, walked over with his sword, and the scribe beside him did not look at him, but looked down indifferently at the clouds and mist in the mountains, and said:

"Do you know the sword?"

Wang Anfeng replied cautiously:

"I don't know ......"

The scribe sneered and said:

"Sure enough, it's still stupid."

"Just stand here, watching the clouds change in the distance, and tell me again."

"In addition, this wooden sword, you need the sword from now on, and when you practice every day, you will put the sword horizontally on your lap, and when you go out, you will carry the sword, and you will sleep with the sword when you sleep."

Wang Anfeng nodded and agreed, and then according to what Mr. Ying said, he sat on the bluestone and watched the clouds and mist change in the distance, but the clouds and mist churned and changed, and they were even more distant, how could he see clearly?

At the end of the day, his eyes were sore, and the scribe looked at him and sneered:

"You don't have to speak, you don't know anything by looking at you."

The sleeve robe brushed over the stone table, and three porcelain vases appeared on the table, saying:

"When I go back, apply the medicine to the acupuncture points in both eyes."

"Tomorrow continues."

“…… Be. ”

Wang Anfeng first went back to Daliang Village once, and then brought the medicinal materials he forgot to bring back to the Shaolin Temple, handed them over to Wu Changqing, and then returned home.

Lying on the bed, I only felt that my eyes were getting more and more swollen and painful, after applying the ointment, the coolness and burning could not help but rotate, and I was uncomfortable in bed for a long time before falling asleep, and on the second day, my eyes were red and swollen, and I was frightened.

For the next few days, Wang Anfeng spent a lot of time looking at the clouds from a distance, his eyes were burning and not going away, and Mr. Win would occasionally tell him how to use his internal strength, which could protect his eyes a little. After a few days, the unbearable scorching heat intensified, and he had already lost several opponents in the Bronze Man Alley by this time because he was free of his restraints.

But Mr. Win still doesn't pass on his swordsmanship.

Libo was nestled in his room, and he hadn't seen him for days.

Time passes.

The big cold is the middle, the upper shape is in the small cold, so it is called the big, and the reverse pole of the cold is called the big cold.

The last solar term of the year has finally arrived, although it is a big cold, but in fact the temperature has warmed up, not as severe as the small cold time, there are only ten days left to be the New Year's Festival, that kind of overflowing joy has spread to the small place of Daliang Village, and the smiles on people's faces are getting more and more.

The burning heat in Wang Anfeng's eyes became more and more serious.

It was hard to feel that he didn't want to go out during the day, only the darkness could make his eyes feel a little comfortable.

And on the afternoon of this cold day, several healthy horses rushed straight into Daliang Village, led by a white-shirted young man with light eyebrows, after entering the village, he was familiar with the door, and went straight to Wang Anfeng's house, so that two attendants guarded the door, Qin Fei patted the horse down, slightly trimmed his clothes, and said in a loud voice:

"Qin Fei came to visit rashly, is Brother Wang here?"

After a few breaths of silence, a slightly tired voice came from inside the door, and said:

"It's Brother Qin, wait a minute......"

There was a soft squeak, the wooden door was gently pushed open, and Wang Anfeng appeared in Qin Fei's sight, his eyebrows were as usual, his demeanor was gentle, but his eyes were closed, and he chuckled:

"Brother Qin, please come in and talk......"

Qin Fei was slightly curious in his heart, and because of the inconvenience of etiquette, he bowed his head slightly, and followed Wang Anfeng into the house, but it was dark because the doors and windows were closed, and he did not light the lamps and candles, and smiled curiously:

"Brother Wang, are you resting......

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, then thought of the situation at this time, and said apologetically:

"Sorry...... It was my negligence. ”

"I'll take the lamp."

As he spoke, he groped for the candle with his familiar memory, but unfortunately the red candle had burned out, and he frowned slightly, so he had to open his eyes.

There seemed to be two cold flashes in the dark room.

Qin Fei's pupils contracted suddenly, and the chill in his heart suddenly flourished, and he took a few breaths before dissipating, looking at Wang Anfeng who opened his eyes to find a candle, even though in the dark room, those eyes were still dazzling, like two sharp swords out of the sheath, he had not yet looked directly, but the essence of his eyes almost shocked his heart.

"Ah, I found it...... Brother Qin, don't blame me, I haven't used it for a long time. ”

It seemed that he had finally found the candle, Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and said hello, and in an instant, as if two sharp swords broke through the air, pointing directly at his eyebrows, heart, chest and abdomen, Qin Fei's heart suddenly froze, and he instinctively took a step back.

It wasn't until after he reacted that Qin Fei realized that he was rude.

At this time, Wang Anfeng had closed his scorching eyes again, and under the candlelight, the blue-shirted young man's eyebrows were calm and light, and he smiled gently:

"Let Brother Qin laugh, I don't know what happened to Brother Qin this time?"

Qin Fei pressed the agitation in his heart, exhaled, and slowly said the matter of the tail tooth sacrifice, inviting him to go along.

……………………………………

Accepting the name card sent by Qin Fei, Wang Anfeng sent Qin Fei out of the door, and then returned to the room, and extinguished the red candle, because his eyes were burning, he could only rely on meditation and practice to counter the uncomfortable feeling, until it was getting late, and he returned to the Shaolin Temple.

In the Shaolin Temple, before looking at the clouds and mist in the distant mountains as usual, Mr. Win stopped Wang Anfeng again.

"Come here now and take a good look."

"I'll just rehearse it once."

Mr. Win raised his right hand, slowed down his speed, and made twenty-eight gestures like a fist, Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, and the scribe had already looked at him with his hand, and said concisely:

"Practice."

But this time, Wang Anfeng was not as obedient as before, and after being silent, he hugged his fists and said:

"The gentleman said...... Want to teach me swordsmanship? ”

The scribe glanced at him and sneered:

"Impatient?"

The young man stubbornly said:

“…… It's just that the younger generation doesn't know, what swordsmanship, and they need to hone their eyes and learn boxing? ”

Mr. Win sneered and said coldly:

"Boxing?"

"Foolish, heh, that's it...... If you want to learn sword style, you are still far away. ”

The scribe did not look at him, and his expression between his eyebrows was extremely cold and light, and he said:

"You think swordsmanship is that simple?"

"At this time, Fang is accumulating eyesight, if you want to learn the sword with me, there need to be twenty-eight types of pupils, until the edge is not obvious, like the moon is flawless, and the eyes are impermanent."

"The thirty-six palaces of the jade step are steps, twenty-eight double pupils, twenty-eight types of methods for sword strength, spiritual qi and blood dissolution, qi through Zhou Tian's method, twelve even city tricks, key words, three straight and six revealed, you have to be proficient in all of them, so that you can be qualified to hold a sword to fight."

"With the power of the sword, from the spirit and spirit, to the rigidity and softness, yin and yang, you can become a teacher."

Wang Anfeng listened to a lot of things, was a little dazed, and said:

"This ...... What kind of swordsmanship is this? ”

The scribe frowned and said, "This is the sword technique. ”

The young man was dazed: "'That's it', swordsmanship?" ”

Mr. Win seemed a little impatient, and said coldly:

"I said that what I taught you is swordsmanship, whatever you want to call it."

"Learn or not."

After a silence, Wang Anfeng soothed his burning eyes and gritted his teeth fiercely.

“…… Learn! ”

The corners of the scribe's mouth were slightly raised, fleeting, still cold as usual.

There is no hook for the prince, and those who wish to go into his bag.