The voice from outside the door of the garment shop was slightly familiar, and Feng Qingyang turned his head to look at it, and then he knew in his heart, isn't this the brother of the girl who let me cloth last night.

"This brother, did you just say that my snow suit is with you?" Feng Qingyang was a little puzzled, could it be that this person wanted to regret her sister's absence?

Ying Hai looked at Feng Qingyang's indifferent appearance, and his heart was suddenly unhappy, thinking of his beloved sister who had stayed up all night sewing a snow suit for the person in front of him, and this person was still standing in front of him lightly, Ying Hai wanted to clean up the wind Qingyang, although my sister likes this kid very much, but it should be no problem to test it, after making up his mind in his heart, Ying Hai responded loudly: "It's me, if you want to take away this snow suit, then compare with me, not everyone is worthy of this dress!"

Feng Qingyang looked at the young man in front of him who was wearing a black peerless sword sect's disciple's robe, and he was not angry, he could feel that the other party had no real malice, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, and he said tentatively: "Why does this benevolent brother of the Absolute Sword Sect have to get along with me?

Feng Qingyang is also telling the truth, don't look at his ability to defeat the "Fierce Blood Palm" Tu Yuan in the late stage of the Condensation Realm when he was at the peak of the early stage of the Qi Condensation Realm, but the gap between the Qi Condensation and the Qi Transformation is like a moat, and it is very difficult for him to fight the strong people who have just entered the Qi Transformation Realm, not to mention, the young man standing in front of him is obviously not a person who has just entered the Qi Transformation Realm. Swordsmen don't shy away from battle, but they don't lose their strength either!

"You kid is also cunning, no matter what, I won't bully you, as long as you can block my palm, I will admit you, otherwise don't try to take this snowcoat from my hands!" Ying Hai saw Feng Qingyang's thoughts at a glance, but it was true, he was a dignified qi powerhouse who wanted to compete with a young man in the middle of condensation, and it would be embarrassing to say it, so he simply took a step back, and everyone's faces looked better.

Feng Qingyang saw that Ying Hai made concessions, and he didn't say more, and Ying Hai came to the street, this street had less contact in the morning, and they all stood aside at this moment, watching the show be staged.

After all, what he was in front of was a strong man in the Qi Transformation Realm, Feng Qingyang did not dare to slack off, he was full of energy, his right hand was on the dragon sword, the scabbard was shining with silver light, and he groaned slightly, as if telling the excitement of facing the strong, and the sword was ready to be drawn.

Ying Hai looked at Feng Qingyang, who was ten steps away from him, with an interesting smile: "It's the first time I've seen you in the Condensation Realm with your momentum, are you ready?" ”

"Come on. "The wind is clear and he doesn't talk nonsense, he holds a long sword in his hand and waits for it.

"Okay! Eat my move, Absolute Cold Palm!" Ying Hai pulled and released his right hand, and the icy true qi power sprayed out, and wherever the palm went, a thin layer of ice formed on the ground, and with the explosion of the ice, the ground shattered, and a cold ice qi palm flew over.

Feng Qingyang's eyes were sharp, this palm could easily freeze the ground, and its grade was definitely higher than Tu Yuan's "Fierce Blood Palm". If you are hit by this palm, it will definitely hurt your heart.

Don't dare to slack off, the artistic conception of the wind and clouds gathered, wrapped around the sword, extended to the body, with the condensation of the artistic conception, the surrounding winds seemed to converge towards the wind Qingyang, and the cyan air flow was wrapped in a faint cloud.

"Cloud Chop!"

The dragon sword was unsheathed, the wind was clear and the momentum of the collision and fusion of wind and clouds was pulled out, and a blue-yellow air blade was formed, which was pulled out with the sword and swept away, as fast as lightning, in a flash!

Disheveled!

The two bursting breaths collided, and the cold blast wind raged in all directions, and the surrounding onlookers watched this scene, and their eyes couldn't help but be cut by the noisy and cold blast wind, and quickly covered their eyes, resisting the qi, if they were slow down for a second, there might be more disabled people in this mountain and sea city.

After the explosion dissipated, the onlookers were able to see the situation in the field clearly, and seeing that the two of them were unhindered, the crowd became noisy.

"Who won? Did anyone see that?"

"I didn't see it, the wind just now was too strong, and it was already hard to resist with all my might, so how dare I look at it. ”

"I think it's this black-shirted young man who wins. ”

"I also think, after all, he is a master of qi transformation!"

“...”

To tell the truth, taking the palm just now, Feng Qingyang really tried his best, and he tried his best to barely block that palm, and while people were not paying attention, he shrunk the hand holding the sword covered with ice in his sleeve, ran the true qi, and slowly forced the cold qi in his hand, and the sword was held in his hand with his backhand, and he was behind him.

"I didn't lose this palm. Feng Qingyang forcibly held back the warmth in his throat, and pretended to be indifferent.

Ying Hai looked at Feng Qingyang's fearless appearance, and nodded slightly: "I Ying Hai has recognized you!

After speaking, he took out a snow coat with a light blue dragon pattern on a white background from the storage ring, walked in front of Feng Qingyang, and handed it to Feng Qingyang: "My sister stayed up all night to make this snow suit for you, and her hands were pierced with blood by embroidery needles, you said how useful candlelight can be at night! Don't blame me for embarrassing you just now, how can my sister's hard work be handed over to an unknown person! Take it, cherish it!"

He took the light blue dragon pattern snow suit with both hands, and quietly looked at the things in his hands, but he didn't know what to say for a while, he felt the throbbing in his heart for the first time. In his previous life, Feng Qingyang was an orphan, grew up in an orphanage, and later met his master, but his teacher died early, and entrusted his dream to Feng Qingyang, Feng Qingyang repaid his kindness, day and night, in addition to practicing swords, fighting swords with others, swords have become everything in his life. thought that this life would be almost the same, but this extraordinary dress touched his heart at the moment. His heart seems to have changed a little.

"Brother Ying, your sect has a disciple named Ying Lengfeng. Feng Qingyang had some guesses in his heart, looked at Ying Hai's departing back, and looked up and asked.

Ying Hai, who was leaving, froze when he heard this, and then continued to walk forward without looking back: "I am the only one in the Sword Sect who is Ying Hai and Ying Qing'er! Boy, if you dare to bear my sister in the future, I will definitely not spare you!"

At this moment, Ying Hai had already walked away, but his voice was clearly lingering in Feng Qingyang's ears.

"I see, her name is Qing'er, and like me, she has a clear character. I was really dull that day, and with the swordsman's perception but I didn't notice her daughter's body, I became a sword saint in vain. Gently stroking the serum-stained words on the inner collar of the dragon-patterned snow suit, remembering Ying Qing'er's appearance in front of him last night, Feng Qingyang's heart seemed to have an extra place, and his tenacious and cold heart over the years began to slowly dissolve.

"Beauty is gracious, how dare you forget!"