Tang Xingfeng walked out of the door, at this time, he was wearing a mask on his face, the mask was taken in the Blood Building, the mask of the Blood Building was quite ingenious, and it was perfect to hide his identity.

"The hosts. ”

The fire bull bent over.

Tang Xingfeng waved his hand.

"Big brother, why are you wearing a mask?"

Song Jie's face was suspicious, and Song Yan's beautiful eyes beside him were also looking at Tang Xingfeng.

Tang Xingfeng also looked at Song Yan, with his eyes, of course, he could see a lot of things in an instant.

"It's nothing, there was some accident, I might have to do something here, but it's not convenient to reveal my identity, so I wear a mask to cover it up. ”

Tang Xingfeng chuckled and patted Song Jie's head gently.

When Song Jie heard this, he seemed to understand whether he understood or not.

"That...... Senior, these days, thank you for taking care of Xiaojie, Song Yan is here to thank you......"

Song Yan saluted Tang Xingfeng Yingying and said.

Predecessor?

Under Tang Xingfeng's mask, the left side of his face twitched.

"Miss Song Yan, I can't be a few years older than you, my surname is Tang, you are the same as Xiaojie, call me Brother Tang. ”

Tang Xingfeng said, walking forward.

When I got to the hospital, I stopped.

Song Yan and Song Jie followed behind.

Song Yanqiao's face was slightly red, a little apprehensive, with Tang Xingfeng's magical means, she thought that she was a senior master, after all, some seniors were so profound in cultivation that they couldn't even tell their age from their appearance.

But obviously, Tang Xingfeng is not this kind of person.

"Song Yan, I don't know if you can practice the swordsmanship you practiced yesterday again?"

Tang Xingfeng got straight to the point.

Swordsmanship?

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking to herself, how could Tang Xingfeng know that she practiced swords yesterday? Could it be that Tang Xingfeng had a voyeuristic fetish? Or did he want to give instructions on sword moves?

Song Yan was a little speechless, but she still obediently agreed.

"Brother Tang, then I'll start, and ask Brother Tang for guidance. ”

As the words fell, Song Yan drew her sword and performed sword moves in the small courtyard, her moves were all fierce and domineering, which was very different from her weak appearance.

The sword moves are coherent, but the power is not small, and the little guy who watched Song Jie was stunned for a moment, full of admiration for his sister.

"Song Yan, with all your strength, when you practiced the sword yesterday, you didn't hold back. ”

Tang Xingfeng said suddenly.

Song Yan frowned, thinking that when she was practicing swords yesterday, she was really peeped at by Tang Xingfeng, what kind of habits are masters in these years?

Regarding the next sword move, it is a secret that belongs to Song Yan.

She pondered for a moment, but nodded lightly, anyway, she had already been seen by Tang Xingfeng.

Suddenly, the sword move suddenly changed, and the spiritual power in the small courtyard became manic, Song Yan urged the spiritual power to make a move, and the sword light pierced the sky, and it actually attacked with a trace of thunder and lightning.

Thunder!

Tang Xingfeng smiled slightly, sure enough, he sensed it yesterday, it was the power of thunder and lightning.

The swordsmanship used by Song Yan is similar to the sword moves of Long Wei of the Dragon City Alliance, but there are some differences, and Song Yan's identity, of course, cannot have anything to do with the Dragon City League.

The sword light is bluffing, quite exquisite.

The movement here attracted a lot of people, the heads and elders of the Song Mansion, a lot of them came, and they were all smiling when they saw that Song Yan was practicing swords.

It must be known that Song Yan's cultivation has surpassed anyone in the Song Mansion, and her father, the head of the Song family, can't make a move in front of her, and the high-level officials of the Song Mansion know that all this is because a few years ago, a mysterious old man came to the Song Mansion and accepted Song Yan as a disciple.

And this mysterious old man is now the one-armed old man in the blacksmith shop outside Qingze Town.

After a while, Song Yan put away her sword and stood up, and arched her hand to Tang Xingfeng.

Song Yan's actions made the high-level officials of the Song Mansion stunned, they didn't know who the masked man was, Tang Xingfeng was healing in the Song Mansion, and told Song Jie not to make a noise, Song Jie was very obedient and didn't tell his father about Tang Xingfeng.

Airplanes!

The space writhes strangely.

There were still four people in the small courtyard just now, and now, only Song Jie and Huoniu were left.

As for Tang Xingfeng and Song Yan, they are gone!

Outside the small courtyard, several high-level officials of the Song Mansion were instantly dumbfounded, just now, they only saw the masked man's hand waved slightly, why did he disappear out of thin air with Song Yan? ?

"Song Yan!"

The head of the Song family rushed in, and he thought that his precious daughter had been taken captive.

"What are you nervous about, my master won't hurt her, it's just that you're too much of an eyesore. ”

Fire Bull said.

"Who are you? Say, where did that masked Yan'er go?"

In a hurry, the head of the Song family actually questioned the fire cow, and his meager pressure of the eighth order of the Spirit Yuan Realm acted on the fire cow, like the wind blowing.

"Humph!"

The fire cow's nostrils were slightly angry, but it blew the head of the Song family to the corner of the courtyard wall.

This......

The head of the Song family and the elders were dumbfounded again.

"Dad, don't mess around, I believe that my big brother won't hurt my sister. ”

Song Jie hurriedly ran over to support his father.

The head of the Song family was much more honest now, walked in front of the fire cow, and obediently shouted to his seniors.

......

Outside Qingze Town, Tang Xingfeng and Song Yan appeared.

With Tang Xingfeng's current strength, even if he is injured, it is naturally not a problem to bring a Linggang Realm to move in a small area.

Song Yan looked around, she was still in her own courtyard just now, why did she come to the outside of Qingze Town in the blink of an eye?

What kind of means is this? He can't do it.

Tearing the space, that is a means that can only be used in the Spirit Sect Realm.

She looked at Tang Xingfeng's gaze, and inadvertently, she became respectful.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, okay, Miss Song Yan, there is no one else here, let me ask you a question, who taught you your swordsmanship?"

Tang Xingfeng said.

"Yes, it's my master. ”

Song Yan told her the truth, and her intuition told her that it must be a stupid thing to lie to the masked man in front of her.

"Well, that's exactly what I guessed. ”

Tang Xingfeng nodded.

"Let's go, go and meet your master. ”

After that, Tang Xingfeng took Song Yan to move again and appeared outside the blacksmith shop, gathering twenty or thirty miles, but it was there in the blink of an eye.

"Song Yan, you go in and talk to your master, just say that I, Tang Xingfeng, came to visit him. ”

Tang Xingfeng said to Song Yan.

Only then did Song Yan know Tang Xingfeng's real name, and as for the sudden reappearance outside Shizun's blacksmith shop just now, she was already numb......

Song Yan obediently walked into the blacksmith shop.

Then, she met Shizun, the one-armed old man, Elder Shi.

"Master. ”

Song Yan saluted.

"Yan'er, nonsense! Why are you back! You go quickly, don't come back during this time!"

When Elder Shi saw Song Yan, he immediately scolded angrily.

Song Yan didn't expect Shizun to be so angry, and she had the impression that Shizun had never done this to her.

"Master, I have already returned to the Song Mansion, but there is a master from the Song Mansion, and he wants to see you, so he is outside......"

Song Yan said aggrievedly.

Well?

Elder Shi was shocked, why didn't he find that a master was coming, he immediately released his spiritual power, and really, there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual power outside the door of the blacksmith shop.