After the cultivation of true qi was completed, Feng Qingyang picked up his sword and went out and headed towards Taibai Jian Ping.

At this time, the sky is still slightly dark, the morning sun has not risen between the misty clouds, the cold is deep, the bluestone road is deserted, he is the only one walking on it, when he comes to Taibai on the sword ping, there is a gust of cold breeze blowing by, slightly with dew.

It's still very early now, and the people who made an appointment with him naturally didn't arrive, Feng Qingyang came to the sword flat, adjusted his breathing, and began to practice swordsmanship, focusing on the cultivation of exercises in the first two months, and the cultivation of this swordsmanship was much less. Gently put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, closed his eyes, and quietly felt the long sword in the sheath, slightly condensing the sword momentum, and after a while, the sword was drawn out, and the basic swordsmanship came from the hand.

The so-called high-rise building rises from the ground, although the basic swordsmanship is simple, but every move and style are in line with the laws of physics, conform to the principles of heaven, and are the basis of all advanced swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

After practicing the basic swordsmanship, the next step is to return to the wind and blow the willows, the six styles of the clouds, split the clouds, break the clouds, and cut the clouds. The sword skills are coherent and powerful.

Although he has been negligent in the cultivation of swordsmanship in the past two months, at this time, he not only did not feel that he was alive, but he was more proficient, and the first eight styles of the cloud cutting sword technique were easily displayed, and the last style of cloud cutting was even more powerful, and the cloak cut the fog.

Feng Qingyang was completely immersed in the cultivation of swordsmanship, and every time he practiced, he would deepen his understanding of swordsmanship, so that he could easily use the mystery of swordsmanship.

Unconsciously, more than a dozen times passed, and the first ray of the early sun passed through the clouds and mist like a sharp sword, and was thrown into the Taibai Sword Ping, gradually, more and more, and the last trace of dimness in the morning disappeared without a trace. At this time, a figure appeared, rushed quickly, and saw someone in the sword flat, his figure paused slightly, and then with a smile on his face, he rushed over more quickly.

"Boy, come and lend me a sword!"

This figure flew forward, and in mid-air, he drew his sword and shot out, and the silver light flew out, and a sword was as sharp as a strong wind.

Feng Qingyang's eyes glanced slightly, and he swung out a sword, the breeze wrapped around the sword, and in an instant, the two sharp blades collided, the sword light flickered, the sword shadow flashed, and several moves were exchanged in the blink of an eye.

"This brother, you are very good-looking, my name is Lin Yi, dare to ask my brother's surname? I have never seen you on this sword floor before, are you a new inner disciple?" After handing over a few moves, the man put away his sword and landed on the ground, and said with a smile.

"Well, I am indeed a new disciple, my surname is not to talk about, my name is Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang nodded lightly.

"Oh, I see that you are good at swordsmanship, why don't you and I continue to learn from each other?" Lin Yi asked tentatively, obviously looking forward to it.

The answer to him was a sword that swept the wind and struck out between the cloud swordsmanship.

Lin Yi's reaction speed was also extremely fast, and he drew his sword at the same time, and during the hand, the sword light collided, and sparks splashed, adding a bit of color to the white Taibai Sword Sect.

The courage in actual combat is better than the effect of making a car behind closed doors, and after a fight, it is equivalent to Feng Qingyang repeatedly practicing swordsmanship dozens of times.

"Wind Kill!"

"Cloud Chop!"

Lin Yi and Feng Qingyang sacrificed their killing moves at the same time, and the two sharp sword moves instantly slashed, collided, and exploded.

Both of them have a slight artistic conception of wind in their moves, and they are very powerful.

The explosion of wind brought by the collision of sword moves blasted out, and the two of them showed their own skills, flying away, and the cold wind erupted, carrying a chill, cutting out like a blade, and the air was directly separated, ejecting in all directions, like an entity, and the power was terrifying.

A "blade" stroked the black hair of the breeze, fortunately, the pure yuan sword qi protected the body, otherwise, this wind blade would not be shallow.

"Your cultivation is not bad, and your body is not bad. Lin Yi put away his sword and stood in admiration.

"Each other, each other. Come again!" Feng Qingyang took out his sword again, it was rare to meet a person fighting with a sword, how could it be easily over.

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Time passed slowly, and there were more and more people in Taibai on Jianping, there were more and more people, there were already more than a dozen people, Feng Qingyang and Lin Yi also stopped fighting, at this time, two people strode away, one of them shook his head on Taibai on Jianping, locked Feng Qingyang, and a sneer flashed on his mouth.

"The wind is clear, you are still acquainted. Liu Yun walked up to Feng Qingyang and sneered.

And the other person walked over slowly, staring at the wind Qingyang, as if he wanted to see through the wind Qingyang, this person was Li Qiu.

Feng Qingyang glanced at Liu Yun, without expression, he skipped it directly, and his eyes swept towards Li Qiu, Li Qiu's footsteps were calm and powerful, and he walked with a tiger's step, full of demeanor, so that Feng Qingyang nodded secretly.

Lin Yi was confused for a while, and the dozen or so inner disciples around him seemed to feel that there was something lively to see, and they all looked over.

More inner disciples rushed over, and their eyes were also attracted.

"You're just the wind clearing?" Li Qiu said

"I'm, you're Li Qiu, did we know each other before, why did you challenge me?" Feng Qingyang replied lightly.

"You don't know me, then do you know Zhao Changchun and Zhao Shichang in Baiyue City? I am their cousin, and you beat them both to death and injury in the city that day. Naturally, I'm going to come to you?"

"Kneel down, kowtow three times, and shout three times, 'Senior Brother, I was wrong', maybe Senior Brother Li is in a good mood and makes your injury a little lighter. Liu Yunyin said with a smile.

The surrounding inner disciples were all shocked when they obeyed, and immediately looked at Feng Qingyang's eyes with a little more sympathy, and secretly thought that Feng Qingyang was unlucky, and if he killed someone outside, he could meet the enemy's relatives after entering the sect, and it seemed that Feng Qingyang had offended Liu Yun, and Liu Yun was not an insidious villain that ordinary new disciples could afford to provoke.

Lin Yi frowned, and said, "Li Qiu, you entered the inner gate more than a year earlier than Feng Qingyang, and now you are embarrassed to bully the new inner door disciples?

"Lin Yi, this matter has nothing to do with you, although my cousins are not angry, but as their elder brother, if I am indifferent, is it too chilling for their hearts!" Li Qiu refuted Lin Yi in a few words, and turned to look at Feng Qingyang: "You and I are from the same sect now, I won't kill you!" Are you ready to take the call?"

"What's the situation?" Some of the inner disciples who had just come to the Sword Floor felt the tense atmosphere on the field, and couldn't help but wonder in their hearts.

"This new inner disciple named Feng Qingyang seems to have offended Li Qiu and Liu Yun, and now Liu Yun is planning to teach him a lesson. ”

"Li Qiu's move? This shouldn't be a small matter, right? But if you offend Liu Yun, you're unlucky, that guy is a villain, and he likes to secretly stumble on people. ”

"Li Qiu's cultivation in the early stage of qi transformation, Feng Qingyang, a new inner disciple, doesn't care about the late stage of qi condensation, how can he beat Li Qiu. Oh, do iniquity. ”