I believe you're a ghost! If you don't want to say it, forget it...... Although Yan Chixia didn't believe it, he finally accepted this reality, especially when he felt Chen Feng's sharp sword intent, he was even more surprised.

I remembered what Chen Feng said before, I got all the inheritance of the Xuanshui Sword Immortal, and I couldn't wait to exchange sword dao with Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was naturally happy to see this.

After all, he has just come into contact with kendo, compared to Yan Chixia, who is known as the "old swordsman" who is known as the number one swordsman in the world, his comprehension of swordsmanship and some of the know-how and experience of how to use it are far inferior, and now that he has such a good opportunity to communicate, he will naturally not let it go.

What's more, he was already very greedy for Yan Chixia's sword technique, although with his current realm, he could also achieve the sword in the air, but this was not a real sword technique.

Imperial swordsmanship is a relatively advanced swordsmanship in this world, and among the people Chen Feng has encountered now, only Yan Chixia has mastered it, so at this time, there is such an opportunity, and he is not the poor and white little monk at the beginning, Chen Feng naturally has to seize this opportunity.

Not only did he start a kendo exchange with Yan Chixia, trying his best to learn from him as much as possible about using swordsmanship, but he also exchanged his swordsmanship with Yan Chixia's swordsmanship.

In his own words, the world is so big, how many swordsmanship, but because everyone is self-cherishing, the development of kendo has been stagnant, if everyone is interconnected, communicate with each other, without barriers, then see will inevitably usher in a new glory.

In the end, Yan Chixia also won some praise for such words, but Chen Feng was not embarrassed to tell his true purpose in the end.

In fact, he learned this sword art just because he looked very handsome.

Besides, the sword technique also has a certain effect on him, he has a lot of other spirit swords of the Xuanshui Sword Immortal in his hands, these spirit swords are all obtained by the Xuanshui Sword Immortal in the hands of the opponents he defeated at the beginning, Chen Feng calculated before, there are at least 30, all of them are high-grade swords, plus he himself has obtained more than a dozen spirit swords in a year of sign-in, he can roughly form a small sword formation.

And with this beginning, then it is not far from Chen Feng's ultimate ideal of ten thousand swords returning to the sect, as long as it can make the imperial envoy have the strength of thousands of swords.

After this exchange, a month has passed, and Chen Feng has finally been upgraded from a sword beginner to a house, and he also has a thorough understanding of the first move of the Miao Sword, the strongest swordsmanship in his hand, the Yangtze River, and the second move, the sword Huanghe, also has some clues.

A month later, Chen Feng and Yan Chixia, who each felt full of harvest, also began to say goodbye and went in different directions, after all, there is no banquet in the world, everyone has their own life, and it is impossible to stay in one place forever.

Chen Feng also deviated from his original walking trajectory at Yan Chixia's suggestion, and decided to go to Shu Mountain, the holy land of ancient sword cultivation, to have a look.

Yan Chixia once told Chen Feng that Shushan had many powerful sword cultivators in ancient times, and each of them represented a sword path, but because of a catastrophe in ancient times, almost all sword cultivators in Shushan were killed in battle, and the once prosperous sword cultivation holy land also began to decline, and now, it has become even more dilapidated.

However, every year, there are still monks who learn swords, and they will go to visit and see if they can find any opportunities.

Beneath the yellow-white sun was a layer of hazy clouds, surrounding a mountain that towered between heaven and earth like a sword, and the mountain peak was so high that standing at the foot of the mountain felt like a sword holding heaven and earth.

This is Shu Mountain, the holy land in the heart of Jian Xiu.

Chen Feng listened to Yan Chixia's advice, changed his route, and after a month, he finally came here, this holy place in the hearts of all kendo monks.

The road of Shushan is not easy to walk, it is extremely steep, walk on the side of the road, look down to the side, it is the abyss of thousands of feet, make people shudder, there are all kinds of beasts around, if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that it will not be able to pass an hour, it will be because of the hungry beast, or the steep road, lose their lives.

Even some cultivated monks, if they are not strong enough, they may die on the way to Shangshu Mountain.

Sword cultivation is originally the most decisive school among monks, not only for the enemy, but also for oneself, if there is not enough cultivation, even if you want to go to Shu Mountain, the holy place in the mind of sword cultivation, it is impossible.

Chen Feng walked quickly on the path of Shangshu Mountain, and from time to time he could also see one or two white bones half-buried in the soil in the distance, and there were also two or three broken swords, which were lost on the side of the road.

Even now, when Chen Feng was not able to release his coercion, there were many beasts and monsters eyeing him at a hundred meters around him.

The black, red, and hungry green eyes were nailed to Chen Feng's body, as if they were afraid that such a mouthful of fat would run away.

Chen Feng didn't care about this, he was enjoying the scenery of Shushan, and he didn't care about the mood of these beasts, but if these beasts made a move on him, then he wouldn't be polite.

"Roar!"

A vicious beast roar suddenly filled the entire road, followed by the fluttering sound of birds flapping their wings, and along with it, a group of beasts that had been eyeing Chen Feng were also frightened away.

Chen Feng was also attracted by this beast roar, and he was curious about the owner of this sound.

You know, even the king of beasts would not have thought that he could scare away a dozen beasts with a single roar so easily.

Raising his head, a giant wolf with a snow-white body, golden eyes, three purple hairs on the top of his head, and a three-meter-long giant wolf was looking at Chen Feng fiercely, and his big mouth of more than a foot was constantly dripping viscous saliva.

"Demon beasts? Or a youkai? ”

Chen Feng looked at the giant wolf in front of him curiously, not afraid, but curious about the other party's breed.

Demons, divided into monsters and monsters, the former has profound wisdom, but also through magic, can transform the human body, the latter is cultivated, fighting all rely on their own physical body and natural powers, wisdom is low, not as cunning as monsters, but compared to monsters, the general strength is stronger.

Looking at the giant wolf in front of him who has been greedy for his body and can't help drooling, Chen Feng prefers that it is a demon beast, and he is more handsome in the face of his own handsome appearance, if the other party is a monster, the mother will say "Little brother, come to the slave bowl", and the male is jealous and his eyes are red, and he can't help shouting, "Labor and management beat you to death, who made you so handsome!" ”

Those who can be indifferent to their full score appearance, and who have been drooling, are naturally monsters with no wisdom.