As Yang Ning gradually deepened, the sound of the sword chant became clearer and clearer.

Yang Ning had already felt the sharpness emanating from the sword.

Finally, after Yang Ning walked through a row of maple trees, he saw the source of the sound.

This is a swordsman, a swordsman whose whole body exudes sword intent, a high-level sword intent, a swordsman who faintly has the sword intent of sprinting to perfection.

Acquaintance?

Because this person Yang Ning had seen in the Chenyan burial ground a few years ago, he was a little green at that time, but now he is sharp, and with the improvement of sword intent, he is already a generation of grandmaster level.

This person is none other than the Great Disciple of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, Liu Feng.

The sword moves with the wind, and the sword comes out like the wind.

The first person of the younger generation of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, Liufeng.

The flowing wind was dressed in white, in the maple forest, like a flowing wind, dancing with the autumn wind, and the falling maple leaves danced with the sword, turning into detritus.

Elegant as a Hong, it is the essence of the Flowing Wind Sword Move.

And the set of swordsmanship he practiced was exactly as the sword sounded like its name, fluttering in the wind and rain.

Drifting in the wind, moving with the wind, it shows the lightness of the swordsmanship, and it can still fly in the wind. The torrential rain reflected the swiftness of the sword, like a raging storm.

In just a short moment, Yang Ning had already seen more than thirty swords, and even the maple leaves that fell around him had all been cut off, and none of them were complete.

is worthy of being the first person in the Northern Xuan Sword Sect, Yang Ning praised.

This sword intent, not to mention anything else, as far as Yang Ning knows, in the ancient knife building, I am afraid that Yang Pi and Dao Tu can be compared to the sword nine they encountered in the morning, I am afraid that it is higher than the mortal.

I really don't know how strong the first person in the so-called Fog Hidden Sect among the five factions should be.

Yang Ning looked at the sword moves of the flowing wind, although they were elegant, because of the autumn, there was some killing intent, but there was no strong killing intent, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

Liufeng's talent must be good, otherwise he would not have reached such a point at such an age, but just as Yang Ning was disappointed, the sword is a killing weapon, and without the sword intent of killing intent, it is still monotonous after all.

The sword, after all, still has to see blood before there is sword light, otherwise no matter how good the sword move is, it will be just a simple sword move after all.

After Liufeng finished using a set of sword skills, it gradually calmed down, and as the sword was collected, because of the lack of the influence of sword intent, the killing intent that was raging around became much stronger.

The wind and rain do have its power, which can be seen in Bu Fan.

"Is that you?" Liufeng turned around and recognized Yang Ning's figure. A few years ago, it was really because of Yang Ning's climb to the top of the Chenyan burial ground that the burial ground collapsed, and the opportunity there was also obtained by Yang Ning, but Liufeng didn't expect that this Yang Ning was really as he thought, it was Yang Ning.

"It's me." Yang Ning smiled faintly, looking at the flowing wind, a set of sword skills came down, and he was somewhat tired.

"I heard yesterday that there was a person from the Sword Sect, named Yang Ning, I thought it was just the same fate, but I didn't expect it to be really you." Liufeng simply cleaned up his exhaustion and walked out of the maple leaves.

Right next to the maple forest, there is a round stone platform, and on the edge of the stone platform, four stone round benches are placed around, somewhat isolated.

The surrounding maple forests are bottomless, with boundless red leaves, and with the autumn wind, they make a rustling sound.

In front of the stone platform, there is a quiet path, which is gradually moving away, and I don't know where to go.

"It was me who was abrupt, and I heard the sound of the sword chanting here, so I ran over to take a look, I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance, a little surprised......"

Yang Ning looked at this Liufeng, who was less than two years older than him, and felt that Liufeng's growth was also rapid and abnormal. In the original Chenyan burial ground, I remember that the flowing wind only had the cultivation of the fivefold realm of the mountain viewing realm, and now I feel that the breath of the flowing wind is much deeper than my own.

I don't know if there is a flowing wind among those people who rushed up the mountain this time, if there is a flowing wind, Yang Ning may have to change the way to deal with it, otherwise such a swordsman, even if there is no blood on the sword, it is not easy to deal with.

"It's okay, are you interested in having two drinks?" Liufeng pointed to the cobblestone table next to him, on which there was a wine jug with two wine glasses placed upside down, obviously Liufeng should have practiced his sword here often, otherwise he would not have been so well prepared.

"That's exactly what I mean." Yang Ning still wanted to touch the bottom of Liufeng, after all, who else would he meet in the Northern Xuanjian Sect, hoping to get some news from Liufeng's mouth.

As soon as he went up the mountain yesterday, Yang Ning offended a person named Zhao Chunlei, and yesterday's various performances of Sword Jue obviously had a feeling of being controlled by others, that is to say, the head of this Sword Sect and Sword Jue were also incompatible.

Moreover, from Jian Jue's words yesterday, he could know that the sword he encountered on the road of heart refining also had a story, otherwise he would not have paid so much attention to Jian Jue.

The two walked to the stone table and, after some politeness, sat down.

Liufeng took out two jars of wine from his spatial ring.

"These are the two jars of aging wine I got from the Sword Sect seniors yesterday, and they haven't moved yet, I didn't expect you to catch up with Qiao ......" Liufeng said with a smile.

Patting the mud seal, a fragrant and rich smell spreads.

"Good wine!" Yang Ning couldn't help but praise, because in the aroma of this wine, it can be seen at least that this wine has been at least fifty or sixty years old, and this kind of aging is enough to be worthy of a good wine, and it is also the best wine.

"One person, one altar." Liufeng was not polite, and directly gave Yang Ning a jar, picked up the wine jar, and poured it wildly.

A sip of wine made Liufeng's face become a touch of red, and it was obvious that this wine was not only fragrant and thick, but also very strong.

Yang Ning was not hypocritical, and made the same action as Liufeng.

"Good wine!" Among the several flavors of wine, this wine accounts for three, which is enough to deserve this praise.

It's very fragrant, fluttering in the wind, and making people feel comfortable. Between the pure and thick, there is the aroma of the earth. It's very strong, and when you take a sip, it's like there's a fire burning in your chest.

"The ...... of the best wine in the wine" Yang Ning felt that the aftertaste was endless.

"I stole this wine from Elder Wine." The image of a sloppy old man in Liufeng's mind suddenly formed, he took a sip again, pointed to the wine jar and said: "Thinking of the wine elder baby's fate, I stole two jars over, I didn't expect it to be so delicious......" Liufeng seemed to like wine very much, looking at the wine jar, his eyes lit up.

Yang Ning was a little speechless, and at the same time felt that the rumors were true. Drinking like life is the rhetoric of the wind.

This may be the reason why Liufeng became the first person in the Sword Sect.

Affection for wine, affection for sword.

On the body of the flowing wind, you will always see that kind of elegant taste, I don't know if it is due to swordsmanship, or if the character is like this, giving people a free and easy taste.

Just when the two of them were drinking, there was a roaring sound suddenly in the back mountain.

"Stinky boy, steal my wine again, don't let me catch you, or I'll break your legs......"

Hearing this, Liufeng's face changed.

"It's broken, and it's been discovered by the wine elder again......" The flowing wind dropped the wine jar, and the figure disappeared in a flash, as if it had brought a breeze of its own, blowing the surrounding maple leaves flying wildly.

Yang Ning, who was left alone, looked stunned.

"What kind of love ......" Before the words fell, Yang Ning only felt a sudden trance in front of his eyes.

A figure suddenly appeared, furious, as if there was an endless stream of anger.

It looks very sloppy, dressed in black, with wisps, and the original black can no longer be seen, because it is full of dirt, and even at the end of the silk wisps, there are countless small black balls hanging, and there is a strange smell on the body, as if it has not seen water for decades, and there is a mess on the head, and even in the depths of the hair, there are all kinds of weeds interspersed, and the face is as if splashed with ink, and the true face cannot be seen, only two eyeballs turn, as if looking for something.

The person who came looked around, as if he didn't see Yang Ning, looking for the person he was looking for. But after a week, no movement was found, which focused attention on Yang Ning.

His eyes were like thorns, staring at Yang Ning, and an invisible sword qi attacked Yang Ning?

"Where's that stinky boy?" The smell of wine on his face made Yang Ning very uncomfortable.

"Let's go...... Let's go......" Yang Ning felt as if he had stabbed a hornet's nest.

Because, at that moment just now, Yang Ning felt like he was locked in, and he couldn't move.

When did the sword qi become so strong? Is this still sword energy?

"Gone?"

The smell of wine was confused and the smell was stinking, and Yang Ning only felt as if he had suffered the most severe criminal law in the world.

"Yes, let's go......" As the visitor gradually withdrew his gaze, Yang Ning suddenly felt as if he was moving freely, and his heart suddenly felt a lot more relieved.

Because at that moment just now, he was locked by an invisible sword aura. The surprise in Yang Ning's heart can be imagined, because being locked means that there will be danger at any time, and his life is in danger.

Could it be that this is what Liufeng said about the wine elder?

Suddenly, the visitor seemed to have noticed something, and his eyes were fixed on the cobblestone table, or the two jars of wine on the table.

"Liufeng, you wait for me......" The anger rose again, and the two eyes seemed to have lost the most important thing, and they were a little moist at this moment.

"This is my best vintage, you're ruining me like this......"

The man who came wept like a child, holding two jars of wine that had not yet been drunk, and his body trembled.

"Liufeng, don't let me catch you, the three legs will definitely break you......"

"My wine, ......"

The wine elder hugged the altar in pain, muttered, and poured the unfinished wine into his chest.

"My wine...... Woohoo......"

Elder Jiu choked and poured not a drop of the unfinished wine from the two jars into his stomach.

"My sixty years of wine have been ruined by you like this, woo woo ......"

The wine elder wept, as if he was still reminiscing about the taste of the wine, and finally it was at the opening of the wine jar, he licked it greedily, reminiscing about the taste.

"You kid, you're not a good person, you dare to drink my wine......" As he spoke, Elder Jiu put his fingers together, and an invisible sword aura forced over.

"Boy, pull out your sword, I'll give you a duel......" Elder Jiu was obviously a little irritated by his love of wine, and he actually wanted to duel with Yang Ning directly.

"Senior, I don't know......"

Yang Ning understood at this moment that this Liufeng left himself in order to find a scapegoat, so that he could suffer for him. Thinking of this, Yang Ning suddenly hated Liufeng.

"Good calculation, good calculation......"

Yang Ning's tone was full of helplessness, because he stayed where he was, and was caught by the wine elder in front of him, that is to say, it is not you but you......

"Hurry up, draw your sword, maybe you're in the company of that kid, otherwise how can you drink my wine......"

Elder Jiu's whole body exuded a grotesque stench, which was not only pungent, but also spicy to the eyes.

"I really don't know......" Yang Ning wanted to cry without tears, it felt very bad to be a scapegoat, very bad.

"Hurry up, a sword cultivator, mother-in-law, mother-in-law, hurry up and draw the sword......"

Elder Wine's eyes were electrified, and Yang Ning was directly enveloped, and the majestic sword qi was like an ocean, venting, as if as long as Yang Ning drew his sword, it would be like a flood, pouring over.

"But, it's really not me......" Yang Ning explained: "Just now Liufeng practiced sword here, I was attracted to it, and then he said that he had good wine, so I was seduced by him, that's it, that's it......"

"Hurry up and draw your sword, I don't want to hear your explanation." Elder Jiu forced an invisible sword qi over, and in the air, there was a sound of "Zizi", which actually pierced the air.

With such a strong sword qi, Yang Ning was shocked in his heart.

Elder Jiu stared at Yang Ning, and suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and said, "You are poisoned?" ”