Zhou Yang shook his wrist, put the long sword into the sheath, looked in the direction of Fengle City, and showed a smile. [Ran^Text^Library] []

"After comprehending the emotions of the sword, it is considered a beginner. ”

"The emotions of the sword, then, what are the emotions of the sword?"

Zhou Yang rubbed the sword in his hand, and the long sword let out a humming sound. He felt that familiar and reassuring feeling, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was communicating with the sword in his hand, so that Du Yuan, who was standing on the side, couldn't see what the corners of his slightly twitching mouth were expressing.

......

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, Zhou Yang got up quickly.

After practicing a set of boxing and swordsmanship in the back mountain, he hurriedly washed up and rushed to Fengle City.

He had been thinking about what Du Yuan had said all night, savoring the sword's emotions.

Introduction to kendo!

Hmph, I don't believe it's time to get started!

He was going to meet the old man who was striking iron to see if he was a real kendo master, and he wanted to analyze with him what a real kendo primer was......

Zhou Yang's perception is very high, and he has the ability to never forget. And he knows how to comprehend his own things in other people's swordsmanship. Take the essence of other people's sword moves into your own use.

This is the potential of an excellent swordsman, and because of this, he needs to observe and learn more swordsmanship, discuss with kendo masters, like a hungry sponge, absorb a lot of other people's martial arts experience, and slowly turn it into his own kendo experience, and finally converge into a peerless school that belongs to his Zhou Yang.

The classics of the Zangjing Pavilion can meet these needs of him. There are not only unfathomable exercises, but also the experience and experience of the predecessors.

However, the huge contribution value required by the Holy Church's Scripture Pavilion made Zhou Yang at a loss.

Therefore, he couldn't wait to meet the mysterious blacksmith swordsman and see if he could get a chance at it.

......

Fengle City, the second largest city in the Daqian Dynasty, was the martial arts holy land of the Daqian Dynasty.

The Daqian Dynasty was also the most powerful country among the surrounding countries. With the prestige of the famous Holy King, the Daqian Dynasty once became a holy place for non-half-demon countries to worship.

Therefore, Fengle City not only develops rapidly in all aspects, and the economic and social development is relatively fast, but also a gathering place for warriors, and you can see swords, armed warriors and high-spirited warriors everywhere.

Zhou Yang looked at the high-level martial artists whose essence was wrapped around them like a coiled dragon pillar, and took a deep breath.

With his Saint Disciple who was only the fourth level of Qi refining, in this Fengle City where the strong gathered, it was like a drop of water in the sea, which could be annihilated by this rolling wave at any time.

Cheering up, Zhou Yang didn't care about appreciating the prosperity of the city, nor did he have the heart to look at the dazzling array of various cultivation materials.

For him, these external things are far less than improving his cultivation and making himself stronger.

Walking through some streets and alleys in the east of Fengle City, on a remote and dilapidated side street, Zhou Yang came to the alley described by Du Yuan.

There are only seven or eight houses in the alley, with a single courtyard, and it seems that they don't want to get along with outsiders, all of them are closed, and there is no one in sight.

At the end of the alley, a battered banner waives in the air.

That's it.

"Long's Blacksmith Shop. ”

Zhou Yang looked at the dilapidated alley, the ragged and rotten banners, and the scene of few people, and couldn't help but wonder if Du Yuan was really fooled and met a sophisticated liar.

However, the scorching heat of the last courtyard proved that the old man was a blacksmith.

It's coming, and no matter what the outcome is, you have to go and see it.

Zhou Yang turned around, raised his steps, stepped towards the end of the alley, and walked slowly towards the Long's blacksmith shop.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock......"

There was a rapid knocking sound.

Like the drums of war, thousands of horses gallop.

This voice carries a will to forge ahead, and it makes people rise up a fighting spirit*.

The sword scabbard was clear, the battle intent was boiling, and Zhou Yang's body emitted an earth-shattering fighting spirit, and his eyes were like a soaring flame.

"Hmph, he's really a master!"

Zhou Yang's eyes were shining, looking at the fluttering banners, and then he knew that he almost underestimated the world.

Judging from the willpower exuded by the blow of this hammer, it can be concluded that the blacksmith was not to be underestimated.

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

Just as Zhou Yang hurriedly stepped forward, ready to take a look, the sound of the hammer changed.

Its sound is like thunder, and its sound is shocking.

Zhou Yang's footsteps were stunned, and he couldn't step down.

"Huh!"

With a loud roar, Zhou Yang's face turned red with shock, and a wild light emanated from his eyes.

He stubbornly fought against the hammer, desperately taking another step out of the retracted footsteps.

Rumble!

Under the mobilization of the true element of the whole body, Zhou Yang finally took the first step.

The strong wind blew his clothes to the sound of hunting, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down, only the fighting spirit in his eyes remained, and the momentum was even stronger.

"It's so strong!"

Zhou Yang glanced at the direction of the blacksmith shop with a complicated expression, full of shame. It's a shame that I discussed with Du Yuan yesterday that this person may be a fame and reputation seller. Unexpectedly, he almost stopped him before he reached the blacksmith shop.

"Knock, knock!"

As if he was working against Zhou Yang, after Zhou Yang took a step and gradually adapted to this rhythm, the voice of the big hammer changed again.

This time, the percussion sound became ethereal and distant, like the magic of ancient barbarian witches, mysterious and atmospheric, but it contained an indescribable artistic conception.

Far away, in the ancient flood era, a group of unknown barbarian witches* dressed in upper bodies, with a roll of animal skins around their waists, and hideous and strange masks on their faces, were singing and dancing around the bonfire.

The song may be sad, or joyful, and the dance may be light, or heavy.

This group of mysterious barbarian witches regarded Zhou Yang as a breath of air, expressing their emotions with song and dance, Zhou Yang felt this emotion, and his heart emitted a desolate and tragic feeling. He wanted to join them with all his might, but it was as if he was separated by another time and space, so he could only quietly become a bystander.

At this moment, an ancient dragon in the sky, with its huge body and staring at the dragon's eyes the size of a star, looked indifferently at this group of ant-like barbarian witches.

"Whew!"

A dragon roar clearly reached everyone's ears, and the female leader of the barbarian witch tribe looked up and saw the dragon, twisting her waist even more excitedly, and her mouth emitted a slurred, moaning and dreamlike rhythm.

The female leader danced faster and faster, and became more and more excited, until at last she let out a hoarse moan, and fell to the ground groaning incessantly.

The dragon stared indifferently at the dancing people, looking down on the people who prayed for good luck from it.

When the dragon's eyes, which were as big as stars, turned around and looked at Zhou Yang, he revealed an inexplicable emotion. You provide the latest, fastest and most complete free novel updates【】

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