With the Great Elder of the Heavenly Star Sect, the Maiden, and the Wind and Thunderstorm father and son leaving the Han family one after another, the *Palace incident finally came to an end.

Han Feng had already returned to the quiet and chic small courtyard that belonged to him at this time.

In the small courtyard, more than a dozen towering trees have lush branches and leaves, forming a forest alone, under the shade of the trees, you can see a square training ground that is not very spacious, on the field, Han Feng is dressed in white tights, his figure is upright and straight, his eyes are staring ahead, he is carrying a three-foot long sword behind his back, and he is stepping on a small wooden pillar more than one zhang high under his feet, but his body is not moving at all, and he maintains absolute balance in all aspects.

Brush! Brush!

Han Feng quickly unsheathed the long sword behind his back over and over again, and then returned it to the sheath; A white tightsuit was completely soaked with sweat at this time.

The same action, boring and tasteless. The average person insists on it dozens of times, and then he gets tired of it. However, Han Feng still insisted on always controlling the speed and posture of the sword.

A green steel sword, very ordinary, can be seen everywhere. The white iron scabbard on the back of the back is even more ordinary.

At this time, this ordinary sword made the entire training ground full of sword energy, murderous, and fallen leaves flew everywhere.

The speed of the sword is getting faster and faster, and the sound of the sword seems to be getting lighter and weaker, from the beginning of the "bang" to the current "bang" sound, it is almost inaudible.

After Han Feng finished drawing his sword and drawing his sword. He began to practice basic swordsmanship again.

Chop, chop, collapse, tease, grid, intercept, stab, stir, hang, press.

The dance of a sword, the chopping and stabbing of a sword, Han Feng got carried away, this is just dancing his long sword, concentrating, at this moment there is only him and the sword, there is nothing else between heaven and earth, only one person and one sword, forget yourself and return to one.

Han Feng put the sword back into its sheath for the last time and let out a long breath. His eyes were closed, and he stood quietly, and as Han Feng's movements stopped, the aura of killing in the training ground slowly faded.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that there was another person in front of him.

"Senior" Han Feng snorted softly. This person turned out to be the gray-clothed old man who guarded the Han family's library pavilion.

"You have practiced swords for three hours, but you have only practiced pressing and drawing swords. You also deliberately controlled the speed of the sword and the sound of the sword unsheathed, are these your own comprehensions!" The old man in gray asked lightly with a smile on his face, his hands behind his back.

"Yes, senior!" Feng'er was fortunate to press the sword diagram in the library pavilion, Feng'er just followed the tricks of sword practice learned in the sword diagram, please ask the seniors for guidance!" Han Feng said in a more sincere tone.

"Well, it's pretty good that you can do that at this age. The old man in gray nodded lightly and praised it.

"The realm of the sword is divided into sword qi, physical sword qi, sword intent, sword guts, sword hearts, sword souls, and sword gods. Now, you can realize the level of physical sword qi at a young age, which is very good. However, more needs to be done. ”

"Feng'er! What is the main purpose of your sword practice!Killing!Becoming famous!Or is it something else!" The old man in gray glanced at Han Feng deeply, his expression suddenly became very serious, and he said in a low voice.

Han Feng listened to this, his forehead tightened and pondered for a moment, and said lightly: "Senior! The Dark Moon Continent respects strength, and those with low strength are all ants and stepping stones! Good and evil are only in their hearts, if there is a sword, there will be blood, and if there is blood, they will leave a name! I don't practice swords to kill people, nor do I care about reputation and power, I just want to use my own sword to protect the people I care about, my heart just wants to save my own life and protect the lives of my relatives, if someone crosses the line against me, I can only kill them! Senior, what do you think?"

"Good! A good sentence of good and evil is only in the heart, and a good sentence is only killing!" "The old man in gray smiled and clapped his hands in praise.

"It seems that this Heavenly Sword has really found its owner. ”

After speaking, the gray-clothed old man instantly had a black and simple three-foot long sword in his hand, the scabbard of this sword was engraved with mysterious graphics and texts, and a full moon was carved before and after the sword grid, and the blood-red sword was fluttering in the wind, making the whole long sword a little more mysterious.

Han Feng saw the long sword in the hands of the old man in gray, suddenly there was a sense of intimacy, there was a little more heat in his eyes, and his heart was extremely excited, this long sword Han Feng was extremely familiar, in the previous life, Han Feng was lonely for more than 20 years, and the only thing to rely on and trustworthy was the long sword held by the old man in gray - Zhan Tian Sword!

And this long sword seemed to be able to feel the breath of Han Feng, and suddenly it kept shaking in the hands of the old man in gray, making a sharp whine.

"Feng'er, it seems that you are the true master of this Heavenly Sword. Feng'er, now, I will hand over this sword to you! Fight the sky and fight the sky, fight with the sky, and the sword is full of energy. Don't insult the prestige of this sword in the future. Also, if there is no life-threatening situation, don't expose this sword to the Dark Moon Continent too soon!

"Feng'er obeys the instructions of his predecessors!From now on, Feng'er will definitely not insult the prestige of this sword!" Han Feng was in awe, and his heart was very excited to take over this Zhantian Sword from the hands of the gray-clothed old man.

"Bang!"

Han Feng's body suddenly fell forward, and the terrifying weight of the Zhan Tian Sword was all exerted on Han Feng's arms, causing him to fall down in an instant, and then put pressure on his legs, and he half-knelt on the ground because he couldn't bear it, and his knees kicked up a puff of dust. The sword in his hand slammed into the ground with a loud bang. The Heavenly Sword had sunk deep into the hard stone surface of the training ground.

Han Feng's face was full of doubts, his eyes were full of incredulity, and he couldn't take his eyes off the Zhantian Sword that was deeply trapped in the stone face.

Han Feng was very shocked in his heart, and muttered: "Impossible! Why is this Zhantian Sword so heavy, it is completely different from the one in the previous life, isn't the Zhantian Sword in the previous life? But it's impossible! This Zhantian Sword has a very familiar aura, it should be right! Could it be that my reincarnation has changed the trajectory of the Zhantian Sword and changed history!"

"Haha! Feng'er, are you surprised! This Zhantian Sword is not something that ordinary people can afford, and I only barely hold it!" the old man in gray suddenly smiled, and said in a somewhat mocking tone.

"Feng'er, although you are inextricably linked with this Heavenly Sword, you are not its owner after all, because your current strength is too weak, and your physical fitness is even weaker. The sword also has a sword soul, although you have a sense of the sword soul of the Zhantian Sword, but you need to have enough strength to truly control it and make it loyal to you!" said the gray-clothed old man with a straight face.

"From today onwards, you will carry this Heavenly Sword on your back, and you must carry it every step of the way, cultivate feelings with it, and use it to exercise your body by the way. You still have a long way to go in the future. Also, you have to write down this sentence profoundly: This Zhantian Sword has a demonic nature, but as you said, good and evil are only in your heart, and when you use this sword in the future, it is you who control the sword, not the sword that commands you, don't remember it!"

After listening to the old man in gray's narration, Han Feng pondered silently for a moment, a smile appeared between the corners of his mouth, and said reverently: "Thank you seniors for your teachings, and the juniors will keep it in mind!

"Hehe! Feng'er! I didn't expect you to have such a high understanding of the sword! I can rest assured that I will hand over the Zhantian Sword to you. Feng'er, hurry up and pick up your sword!" The old man in gray smiled, nodded towards Han Feng, and said lightly.

Han Feng hurriedly took off the ordinary green steel sword he was carrying, bent down, and carried the sword belt with all his might, before he slowly pulled up the Zhan Tian Sword that was trapped in the stone slab, and carried the Zhan Tian Sword to his body along the sword belt.

Han Feng's face turned red at this time, he was out of breath, and he felt as if he was pressing a big mountain on his body, and it was completely difficult to move an inch.

"Feng'er! Remember, you must hold on, and the sword will not leave your body! In the future, you will know all the benefits that the Zhantian Sword has brought you. The old man in gray looked at Han Feng's funny appearance and said with a smile.

"Senior, I will keep in mind, if I can't even endure this little pain, what will I do to protect my family in the future!" Han Feng bared his teeth and said loudly with a resolute look in his eyes.

The old man in gray once again looked at Han Feng with approval.