Dao Chan heard that one of the voices was Murong Yiwen, and a fire suddenly rose in his heart. He propped his hand on the wall, quickened his pace, and walked into the cave.

There is a small lake in the cave, and there is a bluestone in the lake, and on the bluestone sits an old man with a cloak and a disheveled head. And Murong Yiwen was standing not far away.

"Half-stunned, you bastard, come over to the master, just save the master the effort to find you. Daochan jumped to his feet and cursed, and his voice echoed in the cave. Daozen completely ignored the old man on the side.

The old man on the bluestone looked at Daozen and saw the broken knife in his hand. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked Daozen up and down.

When Murong Yiwen saw Dao Chan, he was startled at first, and then asked with a smile: "Thirteen, have you found the weapon you have to take advantage of?"

"Master is looking for your ancestor. Tell me, how much do you know about this? I'll just say when did you kid be so kind and persuade me to come here? You are a porter and a beast, and your stomach is full of bad water. Green smoke rises from other people's ancestral graves, but there is a dung pit on your ancestral graves. Did I rob your wife, or did I kill your father and mother, and even let me jump into the pit? Otherwise, we won't die on this matter. "Dao Zen spit stars flying all over the sky, it seems that he really hates Murong Yiwen's knowledge and silence.

Murong Yiwen smiled helplessly, and didn't explain, just shook his hand: "Xiucai met a soldier, and it is unreasonable." ”

"Okay, since you've said so, if you don't come, then I'll go. Dao Chan pointed at Murong Yiwen with a broken knife in his hand.

Suddenly, I only felt a huge suction force in my hand, and the broken knife slowly flew in front of the old man and floated in the air.

"Edgeworth!" Daozen is a martial arts practitioner, how can he not be shocked when he sees the scene in front of him? Since this person can do the sword, then what is in front of him is a living earth immortal.

Daozen fell silent and quietly looked at the old man. Murong Yiwen saw Dao Chan's appearance, with a smile on his face, and he didn't speak.

"I haven't seen you in years, old man. The old man held the broken knife in his hand and stroked it gently.

"This is my knife, old man. Daochan glared at Murong Yiwen, who was standing aside, as if watching a play, and said to Zhang Chunfeng.

"This is my knife. Zhang Chunfeng's eyes were still fixed on the broken knife in his hand.

The anger on Daozen's face disappeared, and he scratched his head and said with a smile: "Since the predecessor said it was yours, it was yours." ”

"You pulled out this knife?"

"Was it pulled out by the juniors?" Dao Chan guessed that he was spared by the Broken Sword Mountain, probably because it had something to do with this broken knife. But he couldn't imagine that there was still an earth immortal in Broken Sword Mountain, let alone that this short knife that looked like scrap iron was still the weapon of this earth immortal.

"There should be a lot of weapons in the valley, why did you choose this one?"

Dao Chan's eyes purred: "The younger generation looks at this knife, although it is rusty, but it still can't cover the demeanor of his divine soldier, I think it must be left by some master, I can't bear to bury it again, so I want to take it away." Maybe it's the fate of the younger generation to have a fate with it. "Dao Chan made up nonsense, and he didn't forget to flatter.

Zhang Chunfeng smiled: "Oh? to be honest. ”

Dao Chan scolded in his heart: What an old man.

Then he said: "I was chased and killed by more than a dozen iron-masked monsters, and my fist and foot kung fu were useless, so I could only resist with weapons, and this broken knife was pulled out casually in a hurry." ”

"It seems that you are really destined for him. Hahaha. Zhang Chunfeng suddenly laughed, and Dao Chan was confused. Aren't these high-ranking old things all like flattery? Why is he so happy to tell the truth? I guess he is old and confused.

"Those iron-masked monsters are the iron slaves of Broken Sword Mountain, and they are the existence of Broken Sword Mountain that uses secret techniques to make people into monsters. The flesh is as hard as iron, and ordinary weapons are difficult to injure in the slightest. And bloodthirsty as life, I don't know the pain, and I vow not to give up once I don't see blood. Zhang Chunfeng said slowly.

Only then did Dao Chan know the details of those iron-masked monsters, so to speak, Broken Sword Mountain actually had such a vicious secret technique, and it actually used living people as pig iron to create.

"Boy, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?" Zhang Chunfeng's words made Dao Chan unexpected.

"I don't want to. Dao Chan refused, although Zhang Chunfeng's words surprised him, he would not agree. Because the master who didn't teach him any kung fu was the only master in his life, even though he was dead, he was still the master in Daozen's mind.

"Do you know who I am?" Zhang Chunfeng didn't expect Dao Chan to refuse directly, he saw that Dao Chan was a person who practiced martial arts, the Vajra Realm, in Zhang Chunfeng's opinion, it could only be regarded as ordinary when he arrived at the age of Dao Chan. But since he is a martial arts practitioner, when he sees his "imperial sword" ability, he must guess his martial arts realm, if it is not for the refusal of the martial arts practitioner, Zhang Chunfeng is not surprised. And for a person who practices martial arts, that's a different story.

"The juniors don't know who the seniors are, but the juniors have already answered the seniors. If the seniors have nothing else to do, the juniors have to settle accounts with the stinky boy opposite. Dao Chan pushed Luo Qing behind him, forcibly endured the pain, and shot a sharp shot, just like Murong Yiwen rushing over. As soon as the furious Dao Zen reached mid-air, his body was pulled back to its original place by an invisible force.

"The old man hasn't finished speaking, boy, it's not too late to do it in a while. ”

Dao Chan glanced at Zhang Chunfeng, although he was extremely reluctant. But he knew that in front of an earth immortal, he was like an ant, and no matter how much he resisted, it was useless. He simply sat on the ground, tilted his head and didn't speak.

"My name is Zhang Chunfeng. ”

"You are Zhang Chunfeng, the sword demon who has been circulating in the rivers and lakes for many years, and you are a person with the same name as Emperor Feng. The younger generation has heard of it, what a big name. Daozen was pressed with fire in his heart, and his tone of voice was no longer as polite as before.

When Luo Qing heard that it was Zhang Chunfeng, she leaned closer to Dao Chan.

"As far as you just said, if you had been ten years ago, you would have died long ago. Zhang Chunfeng looked at Dao Chan, his face was indifferent, as if he was saying something that was taken for granted.

Dao Chan didn't speak, although he was angry, he didn't want to really annoy this master.

"This knife has been worn by the old man since he stepped into the rivers and lakes. There is nothing magical about the knife, it is made of ordinary cold iron. Just because he has been fed by the old man with internal force for many years, he has become a sharp tool for sharpening iron like clay. Back then, the old man Emperor Feng first fought with Le Youyuan, and lost to him with one and a half moves. The old man broke it with his own hands, threw it into the mound, and imprisoned himself here, and it has been decades in the blink of an eye. ”

"The martial arts realm of the seniors is high, and the younger generations are beyond reach. It's just that there is one thing that the younger generations don't know, and it's not an ordinary thing to lose a fight? Do you think which naughty boy in the village loses a fight, and he still has to shut up and think about him for one or two decades?"

Hearing Daozen's words, Zhang Chunfeng suddenly stopped being angry and self-assured, and there was a gust of wind on the flat bottom, and the stones were broken and the water was splashed.

"Although the younger generation is serious, it is not reasonable at all. If you can't beat it, you will draw a prison for yourself, and if you are criticized by others, you will be depressed, and your predecessors are really not as good as the naughty children in the village. Dao Chan looked at Zhang Chunfeng coldly. Although he looked calm on the surface, the qi and blood in his body suddenly stagnated, all because of Zhang Chunfeng's domineering spirit. Adjust his breathing, and silently adjust his breathing according to the qi practice mantra "Eighteen Stops" taught by his master, so that his qi and blood can flow smoothly.

But Luo Qing and Murong Yiwen beside him covered their chests in pain, Dao Chan was in no mood to care about Murong Yiwen now, wishing he was dead soon. But looking at Luo Qing, Dao Chan pulled her in front of him: "Xiao Qingzi, don't panic, inhale slowly." ”

Zhang Chunfeng lowered his head, like a mad demon. Daochan stabilized the qi and blood in his body, stood up, clamped his waist with his fists, and with a force under his feet, he punched Zhang Chunfeng, Zhang Chunfeng shouted, and Daochan hit the stone wall and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately everything returned to calm, only the sound of gravel hitting the water, Zhang Chunfeng calmed down: "Good boy." ”

Dao Chan's internal organs were churning, and he saw for the first time how terrifying people at the top of the martial arts were.

"Originally, the old man thought that it was really all fate that you could pull out this knife, but now it seems that it is really fate as you said. I, Zhang Chunfeng, have been arrogant all my life, and in the end, I haven't even understood you as a teenager. Zhang Chunfeng looked at the top of the cave with his eyes: "The Evil Clan has been famous for forging swords since ancient times, but there has never been a person at the peak of martial arts. The old man looked at the warriors who came to ask for weapons and shined in the rivers and lakes, and he never understood why the evil family was willing to be a slave who buried himself in forging weapons for others. When those warriors came to ask the evil family to build weapons, they could be described as low-voiced and begged for each other. Once famous, only warriors and weapons are praised, and the evil family will never be mentioned. When the old man asked the ancestor, the ancestor smiled and said nothing. In a fit of anger, although the old man was already not confused, he angrily left Broken Sword Mountain and entered the martial arts, just to prove to the world that the evil family is not just a strong man who buries his head in iron. The old man has no teacher, he becomes a King Kong in one year, and he is a master in five years. It took two more years to turn into an immortal. Twelve battles before and after, without a single defeat. Eight-fingered Xuan, four immortals. Chongyang Peak defeated Xu Jinjiu, Hualongdao beheaded Yang Guiming, Qingfengling cut Zhou Baiyu's arm, and Jialing River was defeated again and impermanent. Until I challenged the number one in the world at that time, the swordless sword, the Wind Emperor first, caught and killed each other for three days and three nights, and finally defeated him by one and a half moves. ”

Zhang Chunfeng was silent for a moment, as if his failure was yesterday.

"The ancestor let the old man cast the sword with peace of mind, and the old man had to practice martial arts. Everyone says that a sword is not as good as a sword, and a sword is not as good as no sword, and the old man prefers to practice the sword. Everyone says that the sword without a sword is the first in the world, and the old man wants to fight a battle, and finally fails. In the end, the old man didn't prove anything, he didn't make the first in the world to show the whole clan, and he was defeated by the Wind Emperor. Lose cleanly. The old man originally thought that his life was a joke, but when he heard you today, he found that it was not even as good as a joke. However, now the old man finally understands why he lost to the Wind Emperor first, hahaha. ”

Dao Chan sat cross-legged, adjusting his injuries with his internal breath, and he slowly opened his eyes: "The juniors don't know what they can do even if the seniors win the Wind Emperor? ”

"Hahaha, boy, well said. ”

Daochan held Luoqing in his arms and used internal force to heal her, when Luoqing opened her eyes, Daochan smiled slightly: "Silly girl, don't talk yet, breathe slowly." ”

"Boy, do you really want to worship the old man as a teacher?"

"Of course not, the junior is a layman, there is an earth immortal who can't wait to accept me as an apprentice, and the younger generation can wake up with a smile when he dreams. It's just that the younger generation already has a master, although his old man is gone, but the younger generation will never worship others as teachers again. ”

"I see, it seems that your master must be a master. ”

Dao Chan laughed: "The junior master is an ordinary person, but his old man is really tall." ”

"If there is a chance, the old man would like to meet your master. ”

Zhang Chunfeng seemed to have thought of something.

Dao Chan grinned: "Looking at your old age, it is estimated that you will soon be able to meet the junior master." ”

Murong Yiwen, who was originally quiet on the side, originally thought that the wind and waves were calm, but he never expected that Dao Chan could be so open-mouthed, and he was shocked.

But Zhang Chunfeng laughed heartily: "Boy, the old man likes you very much." Therefore, whether you are willing to worship the old man as a teacher or not, you must learn the old man's skills. ”

"If the juniors don't learn, what can the seniors do? Do you kill the juniors? But dying at the hands of an earth immortal, it's worth it to be a ghost. Dao Chan's heart was cold, he looked at Luo Qing in his arms, thinking about how to send this little girl out, although he didn't care about his life and death, but he didn't want Luo Qing to bury himself here at a young age.

"If you don't learn, the old man won't kill you. After all, I have to teach you the skills. But the lives of these two little dolls, the old man can't guarantee it. Zhang Chunfeng pointed at Murong Yiwen and Luoqing.

Dao Chan smiled: "You always hurry up and kill that bastard." Maybe the younger generation will agree. ”

"Little ruffian, you fell into the well. Although Murong Yiwen said so, he knew that Dao Chan would definitely agree to Zhang Chunfeng, because there was still a Luoqing by his side.

"What about this little girl?" Zhang Chunfeng looked at Luo Qing, his eyes narrowing slightly.