One day, a strange thing suddenly happened in Yangzhou. A woman wearing a bamboo hat and dressed in white like snow came to the door of the Wuyue Sword Sect, mobilized her internal strength, and claimed to be Fu Junwu, the disciple of Fu Cailin, the "sword master" of Goryeo, to visit the female sword saint Ah Qing and ask for martial arts. Within miles, it could all be heard.

But after a long time, no one in the faction responded, which attracted a lot of good deeds. Most of these good deeds are martial arts people, who like to watch people fight, and the quality is uneven. Seeing the graceful figure and extraordinary temperament of the woman in white, she was busy calling friends to watch the beauty fight the beauty.

In the middle of the afternoon, more than 100 martial arts people had gathered, plus ordinary people, the number was as many as 700 people, and the people were full of noise for a while.

Fu Junwu, who had been waiting in front of the Wuyue Sword Sect, waited for a long time for Ah Qing not to come out, and saw these many people watching, pointing and pointing, and was a little annoyed in her heart, planning to give up this visit.

Just as he was about to leave, the door creaked open, and a middle-aged man with a clear face, three strands of beard, a light robe, and a folding fan in his right hand, with a bit of fairy wind and bone temperament, walked out.

Fu Junwu did some research before she came, and knew that there were three people in the Wuyue Sword Sect, the head of the sect, A-Qing, was a twenty-eight-year-old girl, Zuo Lengchan, the master of Songshan Hall, was a fierce and domineering appearance, and the newly joined Shilong had a fair face and a bit of dusty temperament.

In his heart, he decided that the person who came was Shi Long, stepped forward, and arched his hand: "Stone Farm Master, Goryeo Fu Junwu wants to see Sword Saint Ah Qing"

The middle-aged man with a bit of immortal wind and bone temperament once again showed Chu Feng's unique indifferent expression.

"This seat is not Elder Shilong, this seat is Yue Buqun, the master of Huashan Hall, if you want to see the master, you need to try with me"

Chu Feng's voice was not high, but the strange thing was that everyone in the audience heard it, as if it was in their ears.

"What a deep internal force"

"Why is there another Huashan Hall Master, this Wuyue Sword Sect is not a hidden sect, and it was suddenly born."

"It's possible, otherwise, how could so many masters appear all at once, the aura of this Huashan Hall Master is not inferior to Zuo Lengchan, the Hall Master of Songshan Mountain."

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"It's strange, why is it that the hall master of the Wuyue Sword Sect has the same expression"

When Chu Feng heard the last sentence, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Hearing this, Fu Junwu, who recognized the wrong person, raised her hand and pressed the sword, and the corners of her mouth covered by the cloak raised a beautiful arc.

"The master of the Yue hall has this Yaxing, and the little woman will naturally accompany him."

As soon as these words came out, the onlookers of the martial arts hurriedly retreated, keeping a certain distance before stopping, there is no way, a master of this level fights is extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will accidentally hurt people.

In a bluestone-paved open space, Chu Feng and Fu Junwu, who was wearing a hat, stood opposite each other.

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and Fu Junwu, who was like one with the sword, flew into the air and stabbed down. The lightning-fast skills fully demonstrate what the world's martial arts are, endless without urging, only fast without breaking.

Chu Feng was still fanning himself, looking indifferent.

"It's too slow, look at my Zixia magic skills"

As the words fell, a purple air mass emanated from the folding fan, rising rapidly, and collided with Fu Junwu, who was almost a human sword.

"Ahh

Fu Junwu flew out, and the hat fell, revealing an elegant and vulgar face.

There was a burst of exclamations at the scene.

"I'm right, she's a beautiful woman."

"I can't imagine that Goryeo, which is rich in flatbread faces, has such a stunning beauty, I Zhao Ritian took it"

"Exotic beauty, and martial arts, not bad"

"You people, don't just look at the beauties, the Zixia magic skill of the Yue Hall Master is powerful, a fan is folded in the air, a purple gas, vertical and horizontal, no one can stop it, tsk, I didn't expect to come here by chance today, and I saw a kind of magic skill that shocked the world, the name of Zixia magic skill is well deserved"

"That is, the first disciple to defeat the "Sword Master" Fu Cailin in one move, just ask how many people in the world can do it, it seems that my Yangzhou is going to become the holy land of martial arts in the world."

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Everyone's words did not affect the mood of Fu Junwu, who was defeated in one move, she thought that she was just defeated and defenseless.

"Come Again"

Fu Junwu stepped forward with her sword again, stepping on strange steps under her feet, as if she was dodging the sudden appearance of Zixia Divine Skill. After a few breaths, it turned into ghostly smoke, attacking from all directions, the long sword in his hand turned into thousands of shadows, and the mercury poured into Chu Feng like a wave.

Chu Feng's expression was indifferent, standing in place, raising his fan up and down from time to time to meet the attack, looking very relaxed.

After fighting for sixty or seventy rendezvous, Fu Junwu rolled over on one side, staggered to the ground, her face was pale and panting, which showed that she had used her ultimate move continuously and her internal strength was excessively consumed.

Chu Feng shook the folding fan lightly and smiled.

"Zixia Xiao Kung Fu, what this seat is best at is the swordsmanship of making swords, the Taoist Immortal Concept."

Chu Feng did not miss any opportunity to advertise his Taoist temple.

These words made Fu Junwu have an urge to vomit blood, and after fighting for a long time, people are not good at what they are good at.

"You, you ......"

Fu Junwu bit her red lip and couldn't say a complete word.

"Let's go, the head of the Wuyue Sword Sect, not everyone can see it!"

After Chu Feng finished speaking, he turned around, fanned his fan, and walked towards the gate with a leisurely face.

Fu Junwu held her sword, standing in the breeze, her heart was extremely messy, she had always been proud of the "Sword Master" Fu Cailin's first apprentice, and she couldn't even enter the door of the Wuyue Sword Sect.

Different from Fu Junwu's loss, the onlookers of the martial arts were boiling, what is the top sect, the Wuyue Sword Sect is, any hall master, standing still, can easily defeat the first disciple of the "Sword Master" Fu Cailin. Not to mention, the female sword saint who had studied with the white ape for two months, countless people suddenly saw the hope of becoming a master in the world.

"I want to apprentice"

"I want to get started"

"I have four shops at home, and I want to worship the female sword saint as a teacher, and there will be no less offerings"

"I have five big ships at home, three rice shops, and a silk village, and I want to worship the master of Songshan Hall, the master of the left hall, as a teacher."

"I practiced martial arts at the age of three, practiced boxing at the age of five, learned swords at the age of seven, and dared to kill people at the age of twelve.

"I'm gifted and intelligent, and I can't forget it, and I want to get started"

"I'm down-to-earth and hardworking, I'm not afraid of hard work, begging me to go in and sweep the floor"

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For a moment, countless voices shouted.

Chu Feng didn't look back, slowed down a little, and said in his mouth: "How is Dai Zongfu?" Qi Lu Qingwei is gone. Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk. Swing your chest and give birth to Zeng Yun, and decide to return to the bird. It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance. ”

After groaning, the figure disappeared into the gate.

The onlookers of the martial arts calmed down for a while, and seemed to be shocked by this poem, especially the last sentence.

"It will be the top of the mountain, and you can see the mountains at a glance."

When Fu Junwu in the field chanted this poem, her expression was a little stupid, this kind of realm is what many martial arts practitioners dream of, but a few people have done it.