Yun Feng lowered his head, but there was also a smile on his face.

It was only then that he was relieved.

Nie Yan reluctantly handed the Dragon Whisker Sword to Yun Feng, took Yun Feng's hand, and sat down.

It's like a respected old man who treats loving juniors.

He smiled kindly, "What's next for you?"

Yun Feng was stunned, but he didn't expect Nie Yan to ask this question.

However, he was not in a hurry, and after thinking about it for a while, he said: "Concentrate on cultivation, as for how to cultivate, I hope that my seniors will give me more guidance." ”

Yun Feng said, stood up, and humbly bowed his hand towards Nie Yan.

Nie Yan was very useful, and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

With that, he got up and walked out the door.

At this time, those people had already left, and in the empty courtyard, there were only Yun Feng and Nie Yan.

Not far away, Yang Ding lay on the ground and looked inside.

Nie Yan and Yun Feng were about a few feet apart.

Nie Yan glanced around, his sleeve robe moved slightly, and he closed his eyes to feel the subtle changes around him.

After a while, Nie Yan opened his eyes, and in his dark eyes, he showed a look like a wave in the ancient well.

He paused, and said to Yun Feng, who had been keeping his head down, "Pick up the sword in your hand and stab at me with all your might." ”

As soon as these words came out, Yun Feng was stunned.

The hand holding the sword in his hand tightened, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead for some time.

He thought he had misheard, and it wasn't until Nie Yan nodded that he hesitated to pick up the Dragon Whisker Sword.

Point to Nie Yan.

Yun Feng was a little nervous, and his palms couldn't stop shaking.

Nie Yan chuckled, and then said with a serious expression: "The sword man, the atmospheric man, holding the sword, is in control of his own destiny, at this time, how can his hands tremble?"

Hearing this, Yun Feng exhaled lightly, and a smile barely appeared on his face, "Senior, I ......"

Nie Yan said: "Call me Old Nie." ”

"Old Nie...... I ......"

Yun Feng was still a little afraid in the end, after all, he was facing his teacher with his sword, Nie Yan.

"Stab me. ”

Nie Yan suddenly said sharply.

Yun Feng closed his eyes, his palm tightened, and then, it spun out, and in the golden light, the monstrous sword qi was overwhelmed.

The sword qi is whistling, and the mountain wind is drumming.

Yang Ding, who was in the distance, swallowed his saliva fiercely, a little surprised by Yun Feng's performance.

Regardless of the plaster on his body, he watched it with relish.

"It's a malleable man. ”

Nie Yan smiled.

Then, his eyes became solemn, and in those dark eyes, there seemed to be a sword aura roaring out.

The space in front of him was slightly torn.

He exhaled a cloudy breath, and his body seemed a little lighter.

The robe trembled, and the back of the hand, which was as thin as an old twig, appeared.

Bang la blah

The sound of a waterfall crashing into the ground from a mountain stream.

I only saw a pitch-black streamer flickering, and the giant sword that was as heavy as a thousand pounds appeared in his hand.

Nie Yan, who had the sword in his hand, changed his momentum from the inside out,

The thin palm seems to have the power of a mountain.

No movement was seen, and the greatsword lay in front of him.

At this time, Yun Feng's Dragon Whisker Sword had already arrived in front of Nie Yan.

Yun Feng only felt that he had touched the indestructible steel, and his palms trembled, and then spread all over his body, and his mouth was numb.

In the golden light, the palm of his hand lost control of the dragon's beard sword.

With a snap, the dragon's bearded sword fell to the ground, and the golden light of the sword body was quickly covered by the earth.

Yun Feng was stunned, and he didn't know what was going on for a while.

"The first thing I, as your teacher, taught you is not to leave the sword at any time and in any place. ”

Nie Yan said, and with a grip of his palm, the dragon beard sword floated up in the air and floated in front of Yun Feng.

At Nie Yan's signal, Yun Feng took the Dragon Whisker Sword.

"Your sword intent is very rough, and it seems that you still have a long way to go. ”

Nie Yan groaned.

Yun Feng hesitated, wanting to say something, but seeing Nie Yan's expression, those words were all swallowed into his stomach.

In fact, he wanted to say that he was originally a spiritual power cultivator, and he was not proficient in swordsmanship and sword intent and the like, and the swordsmanship he mastered now was largely self-taught.

I am already very satisfied with talking to him to this extent.

Obviously, Nie Yan, the kendo master, was very dissatisfied.

"In the next few years, you will practice swords with me after class, your attainments are very high, in less than five years, in terms of swordsmanship, I dare to guarantee that in the Shangling Academy, in addition to me, you are the second person. ”

Nie Yan said with confidence.

He has the qualifications and the strength to say these words that seem arrogant to outsiders.

Yun Feng was deeply encouraged and nodded heavily.

"If you don't dislike it, how about I accept you as a closed disciple?"

Nie Yan sat on the low mound, picked up a teacup, and drank it before he said slowly.

Yun Feng stared at the teacup in distraction until Nie Yan spoke, and he shifted his gaze to Nie Yan.

Then came the shocked gaping mouth that could almost swallow an egg.

"You ......"

Nie Yan was very calm.

It took a long time for Yun Feng to react, but he didn't agree, "I already have a master......

Before he finished his words, Nie Yan said: "Old Mr. Wang once asked me to meet Yun Feng and take him as an apprentice. ”

Yun Feng's eyes widened, "Do you know my master......"

The shock came one after another.

Nie Yan nodded and said, "He once instructed me, and he can be regarded as half of my teacher. ”

As he spoke, he got up and bowed to the place in Nanjun.

Obviously, he already knew what happened to Wang Xu.

Hearing Wang Xu, Yun Feng's eyes moistened.

......

Yun Feng returned to the dormitory, and Yang Ding had already been waiting for a long time.

"Say, what are you doing?"

Yang Ding said with a look of surprise.

Yun Feng hadn't yet eased up from his emotions, and when he saw Yang Ding, he couldn't arouse his interest.

"I didn't do anything," he said. ”

As he spoke, he went inside.

Yang Ding followed, "I heard it, he said that he would accept you as a closed disciple, and in other words, your luck is really good......"

He chattered, but Yun Feng didn't hear a word.

Just now, he knew something.

His master has ......

He can't accept it, he really can't accept it.

Obviously, it was fine before going down the mountain, but now why are people gone......

He......

Yun Feng fell on the bed and covered his head with the futon, trying to give himself a sense of security like this.

But in the end it was in vain.

In fact, he had been mentally prepared before, but when it really happened, he realized that things were not as simple as he thought.

A lot of things can only be understood after they have actually happened.

This is the case with Yun Feng at this time.

He was like a lone wolf who had been hurting, and he just wanted to lick his wounds quietly and alone, to digest the news that could almost destroy his psychological defenses.

He didn't cry, not a single tear was shed.

Maybe he's growing up, or maybe he's so sad that there won't be tears at all.

No matter how sluggish Yang Ding's reaction was, he also discovered that something was wrong with Yun Feng.

Looking at this, it seems that I just want to be alone in a quiet space.

He hesitated for a moment, then retreated.

Close the door and leave enough space for Yun Feng.