Stepping into the main hall of the inn, to be honest, Feng Qingyang sat on the chair for the first time after coming to Baiyue City, and enjoyed the Yuezhou food with his heart.

Memories tell him that the original owner of the body often sleeps in the open because he travels away from home, and rarely has the opportunity to eat Yuezhou food outside;

"This Yuezhou cuisine is really extraordinary, I thought that the food culture of this world is almost the same as that of ancient China, and it is difficult to enjoy the complete delicacy of later generations in China, but I didn't expect this Yuezhou food to be full of flavors. While eating, Feng Qingyang thought about it, and couldn't help but feel nostalgic for his hometown.

From the memory of the original owner, he found that it is said that the food eaten by the disciples of the Nine Sects every day is carefully cooked, whether it is the ingredients, the taste or the nourishing effect, it is all on the top of the folk food of the Great Song Dynasty, which can subtly nourish the body and supplement the daily cultivation consumption, which makes the mortal warriors fascinated. From this point, you can see how attractive it is to become a disciple of the Nine Sects!

Although it is a prosperous era of martial arts, anyone can cultivate, but not everyone can cultivate to the realm of entering the Nine Sects.

Today is the seventh day after Wang Qifei proposed the competition, and it is also the seventh day after Feng Qingyang came to Baiyue City, and it is also the day of the battle with Wang Qifei.

In the past seven days, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has cultivated to the peak of the middle stage of the ninth layer of refining his body, and he is faintly about to break through to the late stage; With such strength, it is not a problem at all to defeat an ordinary mid-stage condensation powerhouse.

Feng Qingyang had only practiced for one morning today, because he had to complete the battle today, so he simply returned to the inn for dinner.

However, as soon as Feng Qingyang appeared, he became the focus of the surroundings, and everyone was talking about it.

"After I amputated Zhang Yuankun's right arm a few days ago, why didn't this Zhang Yuankun move? And his eldest brother Zhang Yuanba doesn't seem to have returned to Baiyue City yet. Feng Qingyang didn't care about the exchanges between others, and secretly doubted in his heart: "Although it is a good thing to have one less thing, Zhang Yuankun is narrow-minded, and he will repay him, I will be careful in the future to prevent the villain from plotting." After the battle with Wang Qifei is completed in the afternoon, I will go to the elixir pavilion here to take a look, I still have a little silver tael on me, I can buy some elixir, improve my cultivation, and impact the condensation, and when all this is over, I will continue to march towards Ningzhou. ”

As for the victory or defeat of the covenant battle, Feng Qingyang didn't think about this question at all, because seven days ago, when Wang Qifei said that he was superior purely by swordsmanship, this jade sword boy had already lost, even if he was a genius in swordsmanship, how could he be comparable to the sword saint?

If it is said that there is no restriction on cultivation, Feng Qingyang is not sure whether he can defeat Wang Qifei, but Wang Qifei proposed that it is only better than swordsmanship.

"The wind is clear, get out and die!"

Suddenly, a cold cheer full of domineering killing aura sounded, and it shook in from outside the inn, faintly like thunder.

The wind was clear and didn't even raise his head, and continued to enjoy the food on the table with a faint expression.

"Who dares to tell Feng Qingyang to get out and die, don't you know that Feng Qingyang is now the fifth prince of Yuezhou?" a diner at the inn whispered to his fellow tablemates.

"Who knows, but it's a familiar sound. ”

At this time, the shopkeeper hurriedly escaped from the door, and exclaimed: "Benefactor, you leave through the back door, Zhang Yuanba is back, and the person who shouted is him." ”

"Zhang Yuanba?" Feng Qingyang was not in a hurry after hearing this, but wanted to use this so-called Condensation Realm master to try his skills. Immediately, he put down his chopsticks, lifted his sword, stood up, and strode towards the outside of the inn.

The shopkeeper saw Feng Qingyang walking towards the door, his heart was extremely anxious, and he just wanted to remind Feng Qingyang, but after seeing Feng Qingyang's extremely confident eyes, he swallowed back what he wanted to say for a while.

Feng Qingyang seemed to see Xiao Er's anxious appearance, and smiled faintly: "Xiao Er, man, stand up to the sky, and as a swordsman, you should rather be unyielding, the sword in the swordsman's hand is not an ornament, my sword, can drink blood, and can also kill!

The words pierced into the hearts of everyone in the inn like iron nails, and the shopkeeper was suddenly stunned after hearing it, as if petrified, and remained motionless.

These words are a true portrayal of Feng Qingyang's sword practice, and they are also his pride and obsession as a generation of sword saints. These obsessions turned into Feng Qingyang's pursuit of swordsmanship, desperation, and understanding, which made his comprehension of swords deeper.

If it weren't for this little er's kindness, Feng Qingyang would not have said this to him. When the words fell, Feng Qingyang's heart became more and more firm, his pace was steady, his body was straight, like drawing a sword, not drinking blood, not looking back, and his edge was exposed.

"It is said that this Yuanba has the cultivation of the middle stage of condensation, and the thunderbolt hammer method is famous for Baiyue. But why can't I see a trace of panic from this wind Qingyang, but my eyes are firm, and I have a faint look of expectation. ”

"No matter what, he is in danger this time, the gap between the realms of the two is too big, no matter how talented he is, it is impossible for him to break through to the middle stage of condensation within these seven days. ”

Walking to the gate of the inn, Feng Qingyang continued to walk out without the slightest hesitation, what everyone thought was a self-defeating road, in his opinion, this was a broad road to the other side of the sword!

With each step, the belief in his heart will be firmer, making him feel that he has resonated with the sword in his hand, making people feel that a unique momentum is added to him and the sword, and this momentum is slowly transforming.

Just at a glance, he saw the person standing dozens of meters away from him, and he immediately affirmed that this person was Zhang Yuanba, not only because of the strong domineering aura on this person, but also because the onlookers were all hiding to the side, far away from him, for fear of being implicated by his anger.

Zhang Yuanba is tall and strong, in green clothes and shirts, about thirty years old, with thick eyebrows, a pair of eyes containing anger and ready to burst out, and the muscles on his body tremble slightly, faintly containing a thunderous momentum, ready to go.

As soon as Zhang Yuanba returned to Baiyue City, he heard the news that his younger brother Zhang Yuankun had been deposed, and when he knew that he was just a white-faced boy who had just arrived in Baiyue City and was only refining the eighth layer of his body, he was stunned at first, and then he was furious, and his killing intent was rolling, and he didn't stop, and returned directly to Dongjie.

Although he can find all the people to play the wind of death, but now he doesn't kill him by himself, it will be difficult to vent the hatred in his heart!

When he found that Feng Qingyang strode out of the inn, not only did he not find a trace of fear on Feng Qingyang's face, his eyes were calm like waves, and he was not afraid of him, but on the contrary, there was a general trend in his body, which made him breathe poorly in an instant.

"Okay, I really have some ability, no wonder I was able to cut off my brother's right arm, he didn't lose unjustly. But he is my younger brother, and the one who hurts him must die!" Zhang Yuanba spoke again, his voice was like a muffled thunder, exploding in everyone's ears, making many onlookers look like earth, their ears buzzed, and they were condensed.

However, Feng Qingyang was unmoved, strode towards Zhang Yuanba, ignoring the murderous aura that was approaching Zhang Yuanba's body, and walked forward step by step, narrowing the distance between him and Zhang Yuanba, and at the same time said lightly: "Take the blame!"

"Okay, the young man is really very bold, but I'll teach you today, the price of arrogance, I'm afraid you won't have the courage to accept it!" Zhang Yuanba's eyes flashed a trace of darkness, and his face was hideous, like an enraged beast.

"Don't measure yourself!" Feng Qingyang said, the pressure coming from Zhang Yuanba's body was getting bigger and bigger, and the killing intent was even more coming. When he leaned into Zhang Yuanba's ten meters, he stopped, and secretly calculated the best distance to get out of the sword in his heart.

"Okay, I'll let you see today, who is the real self-indulgence! Don't worry, I won't kill you right away, I want you to experience the pain you left on my brother, and I will break your meridians all over your body, and let you die in pain and suffering!" Zhang Yuanba stared at Feng Qingyang as fiercely as a demon, and his cruel gaze wanted to tear him to pieces.

Feng Qingyang was not afraid at all, he slowly pulled out the dragon sword, pointed diagonally at the ground with the sword in his right hand, and was engrossed, his eyes flashed sharply, straight to the person. Every cell in the body seemed to be excited, concentrating on the sword, the broken clouds were ready to go, and the surrounding wind and clouds seemed to follow the rhythm.

This is the first time he has come to this world to face off with a strong person in the Condensation Realm, the spirit and spirit are one, and the general momentum on his body seems to be condensed on the sword under the urging of his body, and this sword is bound to surpass the previous limit!

Zhang Yuanba's face suddenly changed greatly, and he suddenly had a feeling of being swallowed by heaven and earth, only to see that the wind in front of him was constantly magnifying in his eyes, so that he could only look up and look up at the figure of Feng Qingyang, momentum, all of which made Zhang Yuanba feel a deep fear in his heart.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanba had to take it seriously, and took out the double hammer on his waist, the steel hammer was very large, horizontal on his chest, and his true qi was mobilized and surging out. I saw that the dark blue air currents as slender as hairs spread out above the twin hammers, emitting a violent and violent aura, making the people around feel suffocated.

The onlookers were all wide-eyed, unblinking, staring at the two people in the street, their faces both frightened and expectant......