It's getting dark. Zhang Yifeng slowly opened his eyes, reminisced about what he had cultivated yesterday, and then got up and left his cultivation state.

Pushed open the door and looked into the main hall, and sure enough, there was a mess of wine and food spilled on the ground, and Zhang Jianyi's room was already snoring like thunder.

"Heh, the old ghost hasn't changed at all. I really didn't take him, I can't help it. Zhang Yifeng smiled bitterly, cleaned up last night's "battlefield", and quietly closed the door and walked to the town.

Not long after leaving, Zhang Yifeng's stomach made a burst of noise. "I drank too much wine last night, I didn't eat a few bites of food, and I was really hungry. Touching his stomach, Zhang Yifeng recalled the full table last night and regretted it for a while.

"It's better to eat first and practice the sword later" Thinking about it, Zhang Yifeng looked for the fragrance and walked towards the "Afu Meat Restaurant". "Afu Meat Restaurant" is a restaurant specializing in selling Warcraft meat, which tastes good and nutritious, and the most important thing is to be full, Zhang Yifeng loves it very much. The shopkeeper Ah Fu used to be a soldier, and for some reason he returned to Yanlin Village when he lost one leg, and he usually went up the mountain to hunt some monsters and opened a monster meat restaurant.

"Fu Bo, come to a bowl of demon beef offal, and then put on a large piece of demon antelope meat, more spicy and less numb. Zhang Yifeng ordered food familiarly, pushed open the door of the store, and sat quietly on the table in the corner.

"Boy of the Zhang family, why don't you practice swords so early today?" Ah Fu asked as he cut the meat.

"I didn't eat enough last night, not to mention that I was reading Fubo's craft? Because he was an acquaintance, Zhang Yifeng was not too restrained.

"As far as your kid will say, yesterday Fu Bo was lucky and beat the three-headed demon antelope, and he will give you a little more to try it later. He was very happy to hear the praise of Ah Fu, and the corners of his mouth were about to crack to the root of his ears.

"I said lame old man, what do you mean by this? Give this bastard so much meat, and don't say a few more for our brothers, don't you say it?" A young man next to him crossed Erlang's legs and made an inopportune and snarky sound, and several teenagers sitting next to him also shouted vigorously.

The young man who spoke out was called Wang Jian, and with a family heirloom Yuehan-level sword technique, he teamed up with a group of children of the same year to be naughty in the village. He often spoke disrespectfully to Zhang Yifeng and ridiculed Zhang Yifeng everywhere to show his status and satisfy his vanity.

"Lao Tzu doesn't need to be taught by a few of you little children who haven't got their hair up yet. Come, the Zhang family kid eats it while it's hot and treats them like a fart. "Ah Fu is not a soldier in vain, he still grabbed a few children by hand, and he didn't care about Wang Jian and his group, holding two dishes and limping them on Zhang Yifeng's table.

"I know, Fauber. If a dog bites someone, I won't bite it back. Zhang Yifeng didn't squint, and chopped up a large piece with a knife and fork.

Wang Jian slapped his palm on the table, and a group of people stood up and surrounded Zhang Yifeng, staring at it directly, and said angrily: "Little bastard, who are you scolding for being a dog!"

"Whoever barks, he is. Zhang Yifeng didn't care at all, his face was indifferent.

With a flash of cold light, Wang Jian drew his sword angrily, and as soon as he pulled out half of it, a faint sword qi hit the bottom of the scabbard, and the sword was retracted. "If you're going to fight in my shop, I don't mind educating your parents, get out of here!" Ah Fu retracted and popped out his fingers, completely unable to contact the lame old man

Wang Jian stood in front of the table, sweating slightly, he had heard his father say that the worst person who could cut out the sword qi without using the sword was also a sword envoy. A few of them are swordsmen, and even if there are a hundred more swordsmen against the swordsman, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg. Listening to the shouting of a few companions next to him, Wang Jian secretly cursed a fool in his heart, hurriedly stopped it, and said in a continuous voice: "Fu Bo, I'm sorry, it's us who are unreasonable, let's get out." Turning around, he lowered his voice again, and whispered to Zhang Yifeng: "Dog mongrel, count yourself lucky, you will look good in a while." ”

"Leave the money for the meal and roll it out. This face looks so hot, it's really underdrawn. Looking at Wang Jian's villain's face, Ah Fu shouted disdainfully.

Wang Jian stood in place and was directly stunned, when did he suffer this kind of grievance, his face was blue, he tightened the sword head in his hand and a few green tendons appeared, and he took out more than ten copper spirit coins from his sleeve tremblingly, threw them on the table, and the group walked out of the store quickly. (The common currencies of the mainland are: copper spirit coins, silver spirit coins, gold spirit coins, and god spirit coins, the ratio from low to high is 100:1, and 10 gold spirit coins are enough for ordinary people in the mainland to live a rich life for a year.) ）

"Hmph, it's hard to be atmospheric. It's good that you're a good kid, don't be alarmed, calm and steady, very good. Looking at Zhang Yifeng, who was still sitting steadily, Ah Fu couldn't help but admire.

"I'm ashamed, thank you Fubo for your hospitality, the kid went to practice swords. Leaving a few copper spirit coins, Zhang Yifeng also picked up his sword and left. "This kid is good, if he goes to join the army, he will definitely be a good seedling, but he is too gentle and elegant, and he is a little less bloody. Ah Fu cleaned up the table and muttered to himself.

Looking at the sun, Zhang Yifeng estimated the time and walked quickly to the beach. The area of Yanlin Town is not large, and the square is the only way to go to the sea. When he was about to walk to the square, Zhang Yifeng stopped, although he was not in the state of cultivation, he still felt that there were many people in front of him, obviously Wang Jian is Wang Batie's heart, and he was destined to be on the bar today. "It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided. What a man should be afraid of. After thinking for a moment, he strode resolutely to meet it.

"Let's wait, little bastard. After Wang Jian was humiliated, he called dozens of people and watched Zhang Yifeng come over, with a look of abuse. Zhang Yifeng silently drew his sword, the scorching sun shone on his ancient face without waves, and the breeze blew through his black hair, not afraid at all.

"Hmph, so anxious to find a fight, I'm a soft-hearted person, for the sake of you being a mongrel without father and mother, you kneel down and call me grandpa three times, pass under my crotch, how about this matter be revealed?" Watching Zhang Yifeng draw his sword, Wang Jian still didn't take it seriously and continued to humiliate.

"Brother Wang, that crippled old man is so kind to this grandson? It can't be the old man and some pheasant in the flower building, right?"

"Brother Wang is willing to accept your grandson, it is your blessing, don't be ignorant. ”

"Scream, scream, ha, ha!"

A group of people laughed and kept mocking Zhang Yifeng.

Rao is Zhang Yifeng's cultivation is good, after all, he is still a teenager, and the anger in his heart is gradually burning. Although Zhang Jianyi is unkempt, he attaches great importance to Zhang Yifeng's cultivation and education, and has always warned him to treat people with courtesy, and also told him that he should do nothing more than three things, and he should do it. If you are an enemy after drawing your sword, you will fight with your life, and if you don't see blood, you won't take your sword, and this is the dignity of the person who wields the sword! This is the rule of this continent, this is the troubled times, and human life is like a mustard.

The wind sounded and the hunting clothes fluttered, and Zhang Yifeng stabbed straight towards Wang Jian. The sword is the best response to the enemy.

Wang Jian expected Zhang Yifeng to be so resolute, and he said that he would do it in front of so many people, without stage fright. The cold approached, straight to the throat. Saving his life is important, Wang Jian is short, the sword qi is covered without reservation, and the scabbard is directly blocked before it is pulled. Ding, with a crisp sound, the sword came out of his hand, and a bloody mark appeared on Wang Jian's face.

Blood dripped, anger soared. "Come on, sword, you're watching, I'm going to remove one of my bastard's arms to quench the hatred in my heart. Wang Jian took the iron sword thrown by a younger brother, and although he was angry at this time, he had not lost his mind. If he would never fight alone with Zhang Yifeng before, he would be looking for abuse. But it just so happened that a few months ago, he had just comprehended a little family sword skills, and his sword qi had also broken through to the level of the swordsman and Zhang Yifeng, so he wanted to regain his face and be so majestic in front of everyone.

"Smoke and rain sword technique!" Wang Jian wiped the blood marks on his face, his face was fierce, he gritted his teeth, and the hard blood vessels in his neck were bulging. Directly used a set of Xinghan-level sword skills and attacked Zhang Yifeng. This sword technique is not very powerful, but it is continuous like rain, and the sword is covered by the dust raised, and the sword energy consumed is not much, although the power is very small and cannot hurt people, but it is really good to start a temptation.

This trick is okay for ordinary people, but for Zhang Yifeng, who has a keen sense, it is a bit of a suspicion of taking off his pants and farting. Feeling the position of the sword, Zhang Yifeng's body was like a dragon playing in the water, flickering left and right, and even sensing the amount of sword qi to occasionally lightly connect a sword, only relying on his strength to consume sword qi at all, Rao is relaxed and freehand.

One move is useless, and another trick is born. Wang Jian used several different sets of star-level sword skills in a row, and sweat mixed with blood was left on his face, but Zhang Yifeng was still in white clothes and dusty, constantly using his body to dodge like no one, and from time to time he quietly came to a sword. "You can really hide, bastard!" Wang Jian kept gasping, with more and more scars on his body, and his anger was even stronger, anxious and angry. And Zhang Yifeng also had a hard time, not that he didn't want to accept the move, but that the unreliable drunkard master didn't teach him any swordsmanship at all, just blindly told him to split stones with a sword. He had no choice but to rely on his senses to dodge, and use his speed to harass and break it.

Wang Jian became more and more angry, directly increasing the output of sword qi, and changed the slash to a stab. "Chasing the Moon and Exploding the Sun Sword!" With an angry shout, Wang Jian's body advanced sharply, using a one-star dome-level sword technique. The air is constantly muffled due to the speed of the sword, and the skill is as its name suggests, this move is the speed of chasing the moon, because a large amount of sword qi covers the iron sword, and the dazzling light erupts on the iron sword, and the power of the sun explosion must be extremely great.

"Ahh

"Who said I want to hide?!" Zhang Yifeng didn't see the right situation, turned sideways directly, squatted steadily, raised his hands high, and put on the usual posture of splitting stones. "Split bluestone!" The sword qi skillfully covered the low sharp blade of the entire iron sword, and the mind and spirit were united and the strength was combined, waiting for the sword to come. This trick "Split Bluestone" was realized by Zhang Yifeng who split the bluestone at the door all the year round, and he didn't know what level it was, but he only knew that the amount of sword qi used was medium but the power was also good, and he once killed a low-level demon pig with a sword.

The sun is bursting and the wind is hunting, and the heart is like a high mountain from the towering mountains! The sword wind rises, the steps are urgent, the white light is blazing, the heart is hateful, and the heart wants to kill! The black hair dances, the eyes are shining, the body is like a mountain, and the heart is like water, what is there to be afraid of! One person is like a violent arrow leaving the string and carrying a strong wind, and the other person is like a towering mountain belt waiting for it. The sword is in front of him!, Zhang Yifeng's face sank into the water, and he resolutely slashed out with a sword.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

The gold and iron struck, sparks splashed, the sword qi overflowed, and the suddenly exploded sword qi blew the cheeks of the two people in pain. Zhang Yifeng waited for work with ease, the timing was accurate, and the power of the sword qi was slightly superior. Wang Jian's move was intended to win with one move, but he was blocked by a huge force, and his footsteps were unstable and his body fell forward obliquely. Zhang Yifeng seized the opportunity and slammed his opponent's cheek with the hilt of his sword as he retracted his sword.

The sound of slapping the face into the flesh and the sound of the body falling to the ground sounded at the same time. Wang Jian sprayed out a mouthful of blood and a few broken teeth, his face was swollen, and his five bodies threw himself into the ground and raised a puff of dust.

"Those who insult others will always be humiliated!" Zhang Yifeng stood with his sword.

"Hiss!" The young people watching the battle around couldn't help but be frightened, and they seemed to feel pain when they looked at Wang Jian's miserable situation.