After seeing her father, Qin Wanxi was far less happy than Qin Yuan, but a little nervous and worried. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, last night Qin Wanxi wanted to visit her father to relieve the depression in her heart, but Qin Yuan's sudden injury caught her off guard.

"Wan'er, your face is not very good?" Qin Yiyang also saw Qin Wanxi's abnormality, and asked with concern.

"Daddy, he was so badly injured last night, he was scared, I was tired and worried all night!" Qin Wanxi still had palpitations when she thought about it now.

"Oh, is it?" Qin Yiyang's face was full of suspicion, but he asked casually, "Why didn't you hear him mention it?"

"Maybe I'm afraid you're always worried!" Qin Wanxi guessed, "At that time, as soon as I entered the door, I saw blood everywhere, and my senior brother fell to the ground dying. ”

"Oh, it's so badly injured, how did it hurt?" Qin Yiyang's eyes showed surprise, and he asked one after another.

"I don't know how he got hurt, it's strange that he didn't believe that he was injured at all! Later, I learned your method of luck to heal him, but it was useless except to suck some of my internal strength away!" Qin Wanxi paused for a moment, saw that there was no one around, and asked in a low voice: "Daddy, could it be that my brother has some enemies mixed up in the village?"

"Enemy? Absolutely impossible! Maybe the previous serious injuries haven't healed yet!" Qin Yiyang replied reluctantly, his expression became grim, and he seemed to be slightly worried.

"Alas, why have we been doing so many strange things lately!" Qin Wanxi suddenly sighed.

"Hmm, what's the strange thing?" Qin Yiyang's forehead squeezed into a Sichuan character, but his tone was still calm.

Qin Wanxi didn't notice the change in her father's mood at all, and briefly told her about going to find Feng Ling.

"Wan'er, what do you think of the martial arts cultivation of Feng Bu in vain?" Qin Yiyang listened quietly, and there was no disgust on his face, and he asked unexpectedly.

"Far worse than Daddy!" Qin Wanxi has always been unaccustomed to the wind, and coupled with the words she heard last night, she simply hated this head of the Jingdao Sect.

"This is a bad statement, even if you have held your breath to the extreme at that time, there is no guarantee that he will not notice!" Qin Yiyang said with a serious face: "Besides, did you see it with your own eyes at that time?"

"This... I was afraid of being discovered, so I naturally didn't dare to show my face. Qin Wanxi was a little sneering.

"Wan'er, the desire for profit in the rivers and lakes is really a sinister place. Now that the two factions of Xiaojian and Jingdao are neck and neck with Zhenwulin, I don't know how many red-eyed people are looking forward to the disharmony between the two factions and profiting from it. For the sake of my father, there may be a traitor who provokes it!" Qin Yiyang spoke earnestly.

"It's indeed a child's arbitrariness!" Qin Wanxi also felt some truth to what her father said, but she was always a little awkward in her heart, pouting and admitting, but thinking in her heart: Why is this wind in vain Why are there so many opponents?

"Wan'er, you don't have to think much about this matter, your senior brother's injury needs more care from you recently! If there is anything unusual, you must report it to me immediately!" Qin Yiyang still didn't seem to be able to let go of Qin Yuan.

"Daddy, the child knows!" Qin Wanxi readily agreed.

After two days, Qin Yuan felt that his body was better, and he practiced more diligently, and he had to practice until he was about to exhaust every time. When he was unable to do anything, Qin Yuan would see the scene of getting up and being seriously injured that night, the ghostly figure, and the sudden heavy blow made Qin Yuan shake every time. I used to think that my martial arts were good enough, but I didn't expect that it was actually just self-righteousness, and after a short period of anxiety, Qin Yuan would frantically devote himself to the sharpening of his fist and sword.

On this day, Qin Yuan was unusually devoted, so much so that he used too much force, and when he stepped out, his calf sank directly into the soil. Qin Yuanji tried his best to stabilize his balance, but it was too sudden, and he leaned back in a hurry, changed his move "Iron Lock Hengjiang", hit it with one palm, and relayed the falling soil, three somersaults in a row, so that he did not fall. After standing still, Qin Yuan wiped the cold sweat oozing from his forehead, looking at the sand and dust falling one after another, quite embarrassed. Faintly, his right palm that was holding the ground hurt again, Qin Yuan took a closer look, and the reflection in the palm of his palm turned out to be tiny metal particles, some of which had fallen into the flesh. Qin Yuan didn't care about the pain in his hand, took out a steel dart from the dart bag, tied it with a plain thread, and threw it towards the ground with all his strength. The steel dart roared into the soil, and when the plain line no longer swayed, Qin Yuan pulled the steel dart back, and unconsciously gasped, the steel dart was more than a foot into the soil! Qin Yuan repeated the old trick in other places, and it was only three feet into the soil, and it was obvious that the originally compacted soil layer had been hit by gravity and was extremely loose, and it would scatter and fly in all directions if he stomped his feet. From this point of view, this "accident" was just a coincidence by Qin Yuan.

With such skill, who is this master? Qin Yuan looked around, as if looking for more clues, and inadvertently, his gaze fell on the weapon rack, his expression changed suddenly, and he leaned forward.

On the weapon rack, there are no guns and no blades! The martial arts training weapons of the Howling Sword Villa are made of high-grade cold iron, which is extraordinary. Don't say it's broken, even if you hit a few gaps, it's rare.

In this way, the ability to smash the hardest part of such a blade into the powder, is this kind of skill a father-in-law?

The latest guests have been coming, or are you one of the best at it?

Besides, the wind is not in vain?

Qin Yuan speculated wildly, feeling more and more that the years of hard work he had been proud of were simply not worth it in front of a real master, and he was extremely disappointed in his heart, and he was even more unwilling!

Maybe one day, I will stand up to the rivers and lakes like my father-in-law! Qin Yuan secretly swore to himself, and worked harder and harder, but his admiration for this top master he had never met always attracted his imagination.

Qin Yuan's heart was itching, and he decided to squat for one night, hoping to meet his predecessors, and he would benefit immensely if he was fortunate enough to be instructed, Qin Yuan couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it, as if he was really in such an opportunity. That night, Qin Yuan hid on the roof nearby early, closed his eyes and recuperated, waiting for the master.

Around the time of the hour, a black shadow appeared in the martial arts arena, holding a bright sword, as if plated with starlight, very eye-catching. But when the treasure knife in that person's hand was unfolded, Qin Yuan was taken aback, what that person used was not a sword technique at all, but the Feiyun Sword Technique of Xiaojian Villa. Feiyun Sword Technique is a descendant sword technique, how does this person know, is it the predecessor of this sect? Qin Yuan was overjoyed in his heart, only that he had a way to seek advice. Looking down further, Qin Yuan found that every move this person used was different, the shape of the move was similar, and the sword fell into a daze. Feiyun swordsmanship pays attention to holding Yuan Shouyi, dedicating himself to softness, people are like water and swords are like clouds, quite a sword charm, and then look at the person who dances the knife, although the knife light flows like fog and lightning, but every move is a tricky and domineering, ruthless and fierce way, and the changes are complicated, and the use is fast, so that Qin Yuan is amazed, and he is stunned. When he came back to his senses, that person Feiyun "sword" method had already used most of it, and the further he went, the more strange tricks he had, the heavier the evil qi, and the more frightened Qin Yuan became. If there is a real competition, the opponent will attack with one move, and he will often have no way to avoid it, and he will not be able to welcome it, either he will break his hands and feet or his body will be in a different place, otherwise he can only abandon his sword and admit defeat, and when he saw Qin Yuan's cold sweat one after another, he didn't know whether he should show his face or not.

Finally, the swordsman used his sword skills, and coldly shouted in the direction of Qin Yuan: "Come out!" Qin Yuan knew that he had been exposed, and he mustered up his courage, intending to do everything he had learned in his life to win some respect from the other party, but he lacked confidence, and as soon as he landed, he was in the whirlpool of rapid air currents. In an instant, Qin Yuan's coat had been cut out of a few small cuts. Only then did he remember that when he watched it, although this person's tricks were so fast that he was incoherent, he broke through the emptiness silently.

"Could it be the 'Silent Sword Gate'?!" Qin Yuan's face flashed in his mind, and he regretted rashly stealing the teacher, but the matter had come to this, so he had to bow down calmly and said, "Junior Xiaojian Villa Qin Yuan, meet the seniors of the Silent Sword Gate!"

"Jingdaomen!?" the swordsman repeated, his voice hoarse and unbearable, but Qin Yuan felt familiar and was about to reply. The man suddenly took a few steps closer, half-masked, with a pair of eagle eyes. In a flash, Qin Yuan was so shocked that he almost sat on the ground, those eyes...

"Senior... Senior..."Qin Yuan stammered.

"Woohahaha-" With a sneer, the masked swordsman flew up and rushed straight towards Qin Yuan. This time, the rabbit fell and sealed the four directions of Qin Yuan's front and left and right, there was no way to avoid it, Qin Yuan could only grit his teeth and "see each other honestly" with the kung fu of the iron plate bridge, and at the same time silently recited the predecessors of the masters, both art and virtue, and not to be rude. The masked swordsman passed by, and the front door was also wide open, as if he was returning the salute to Qin Yuan, when the two bodies were wrong, the masked swordsman's eyes suddenly became blood-red, as if he was about to cry blood, this red was particularly dazzling in the dark night, like two sparks, igniting the nightmare fire that Qin Yuan did not want to touch. Under the shock, Qin Yuan's body lost its balance and lay on the ground, waiting for him to turn over and sit up, where was there still a masked man!

"That night, was it a dream? Why was he in reality? Wasn't it a dream? Why am I still alive!?" Qin Yuan lost his soul and had a splitting headache!