Nalan Hu is an experienced and experienced old Jianghu, although he was exposed by the words of the Seventh Elder, his old face was slightly red, but he quickly concealed it very well, and while he stepped forward, he had already changed the topic, thinking about the Seventh Elder and smiled: "Hahaha, old thing, your body is still as tough as ever, and your martial arts cultivation seems to have improved again." ”

The two old friends began to talk to each other, shook hands, talked and laughed, but exchanged words, and came to each other a few attacks and defenses.

The Seven Elders accompanied Nalan Hu, and Tranquility naturally accompanied Nalan Weak Snow. Tranquility didn't have so many thoughts, just happy because she was in Nalan Weak Snow, and Nalan Weak Snow was also very happy to see Tranquility, and she didn't have any ideas, the two girls laughed with each other and had already walked into the courtyard.

It wasn't until Nalan's weak snowman disappeared that the demented onlookers woke up, couldn't help but marvel, and discussed:

"My God, it turns out that she is the proud daughter of the Nalan family, known as Nalan Weak Snow, one of the three outstanding geniuses of the younger generation in Xuanyuan City!"

"Xuanyuan Sanjie, no wonder she is so powerful, she can freeze a copper tripod of hot soup with a single gesture!"

Although she ranks third among the three heroes of Xuanyuan, her age is much younger than the other two masters, and her talent and qualifications are the best among the three masters!"

"Yes, Nalan Weak Xue is only fourteen years old now, and he is already the strength of the ninth order of martial disciples, and the other two masters, Ning Zihou of our Ning family is twenty years old, and the tenth order of martial disciples, and Xiang Yu of the Xiang family is nineteen years old, and he is also a tenth order of martial disciples. If this continues, it is only a matter of time before Nalan Weak Snow surpasses them!"

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Marvel at Nalan's weak snow strength, but there is no shortage of Nalan weak snow's temperament and beauty:

"Nalan Weak Xue is not only a super genius in martial arts, but also so temperamental, so beautiful! God, kill me, I don't know that bastard is lucky enough to marry her as a wife, once such a thing happens, I will be heartbroken......"

"Hey, whatever, although I can feast my eyes at most, it doesn't prevent me from meeting her in my dreams, I must have a spring dream about her tonight...... Who hit me...... Ahh

"Phew!

"You bastard dare to defile the goddess in our hearts, who will you fight if you don't kill you?"

......

Finally, it was completely dark. According to the rules, the guests who come to congratulate the hosts in the spirit of respect for the host's family will definitely come before this hour, and if it is late, it will be a great faux pas.

Therefore, at this time, there are no more guests, and there should be no more guests in the future, and this welcome is over.

Tranquility, who came out to continue welcoming the guests, turned his head to look at the dark front, his face was full of disappointment, he pouted, bit his little silver teeth, sulked, and reluctantly followed the Seventh Elder into the courtyard. Soon after, her birthday feast began......

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Seven days and seven nights, it's been seven days and seven nights. In the past seven days and seven nights, Ning Chong has almost always been hidden on the heartbreak cliff, comprehending the ethereal "artistic conception of the wind".

At this time, Ning Chong sat cross-legged on a boulder that protruded most of the cliff from the Heartbreak Cliff, and continued to carefully recall the various things he felt in the illusion.

In the wind and snow, he began to close his eyes again, letting the fierce wind and snow blow on the edge of the cliff, and wholeheartedly following the strange feeling, he captured and felt the inspiration little by little in his heart, trying to comprehend the "artistic conception of the wind" hidden by the storm that devoured the sky and the earth in the fantasy world.

The comprehension of the "artistic conception of the wind" is far more difficult than Ning Chong imagined, even after seven days and seven nights, at this time, Ning Chong still has a feeling that he is close in front of him, but he is ethereal and unable to grasp.

It's like a great mountain of gold in front of you, but you can only wait and see, and you can't stretch out your hand when the delicacies are close at hand. Ning Chong's bad and uncomfortable feeling in his heart at this time didn't need to be mentioned at all, he was really tortured.

When he opened his eyes, Ning Chong realized that he was too impatient and unstable, so he didn't stand cross-legged on the stone, got off the boulder, got up and walked around, ate something, practiced the "Qingfeng Sword Technique", and adjusted his mood and rhythm.

After the adjustment, when his mood calmed down, his state recovered well, and he became more patient, he walked on the boulder again, sat cross-legged on the boulder, and continued to close his eyes and comprehend

is so persistent, hardly eats and drinks, and never sleeps, Ning Chong can always feel that he has grasped a little more artistic conception, and under the joy and excitement, he no longer knows the passage of time.

Time is in the blink of an eye to the night, the wind and snow are cold, and the lonely moon is gone.

I don't know when, Ning Chong, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly stood up, with irrepressible ecstasy on his face.

Compared with a few days ago, Ning Chong is now extremely sloppy, his hair is unkempt, his face is gray, his face is tired and haggard, and his white clothes are even more gray, stained with I don't know how much dust. But at this time, after showing his ecstasy, he was in extremely good spirits, and he began to stand on one leg without hesitation, closed his eyes again, and picked out the long sword in his right hand.

In the wind and snow, he was isolated on the boulder and swayed from time to time by the strong wind, which made people's hearts rise to their throats, and they were worried that he would fall down at any time, but he was like a tumbler, let the wind and snow blow, and the foundation under his feet was still as stable as Mount Tai.

Suddenly, on tiptoe, Ning Chong had already jumped directly off the boulder in a frightening manner, just like a person who jumped off a cliff to seek death.

He was in mid-air, in the wind and snow, but he was not in a hurry, the long sword in his hand drew a few traces of crookedness and twisting, and stabbed out strangely, which was not a move at all, but the speed of the sword was extremely fast, as soon as the sword came out, the sword body and sword light disappeared in the wind, and the sword was not seen in the breeze!

During the sword move, it was like a random breeze blowing by, and the next moment, the long sword in Ning Chong's hand reappeared again and retracted, stopping the sword move. But I saw that the sword body of the long sword was already stained with crystal and delicate ice crystals, which was formed by Ning Chong using this long sword to completely roll up the flying snow around him into dust-like debris, and then condense it together!

"Haha! That's right, this is the wind! Invisible and traceable, the profit is not lost to Jin Rui; tenacity does not lose flowing water! This is the wind, this is the 'artistic conception of the wind'! Haha!"

In the midst of laughter, Ning Chong's body that was about to fall off the cliff suddenly turned around, and the whole person was like snowflakes flying in the wind, which went against common sense, and floated up and floated towards the cliff. The snow was not big, but the wind was blowing violently and abnormally, but this wind did not have much effect on Ning Chong, his body was light and fluttering, not biased in the direction, and after the blink of an eye, the person was already standing firmly on the edge of the stone cliff.

With endless ecstasy in his heart, Ning Chong finally comprehended the "artistic conception of the wind" contained in the "Qingfeng Sword Technique", and the "Qingfeng Sword Technique" cultivated to the highest artistic conception realm!

In the night, Ning Chong was in endless ecstasy, and he only felt that all his efforts in the past two months were worth it. But after the ecstasy, he gradually calmed down, but he was a little inexplicable in his heart, as if he had forgotten something.

After searching and thinking carefully for a while, he suddenly reacted, and he patted his head and said, "Oh......!