Chongwu Gate, Fan Wu Yuan, an independent courtyard that was rectified and completed two years ago, Elder Xianhe gave the name Fan Wu, intended to be a place for ordinary disciples to practice martial arts, and the people who taught in the courtyard were also sitting in one of them two years ago, a man from Angzang, not very burly, but vigorous and powerful, a worn-out long knife has never left his body, the blade is polished brightly, and the cold is pressing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, it was noon, and there were still a few twelve or thirteen-year-old teenagers shouting hard in the martial arts arena of Nuoda, sweat wetting their clothes, and then dripping on the bluestone bricks under them, leaving a pool of wetness.

Not far away, a few little boys who had finished eating were wiping their oily mouths, slowly coming to sit cross-legged, facing the futon in front of the martial arts platform, and asked softly, "Deacon Fang, we went to cultivate"

The man didn't answer, just nodded slightly, and then fell silent again, his eyes never open.

Several teenagers were answered, and they ran quickly to the field, moved their hands and feet slightly, began to warm up, digested the food in their stomachs by the way, and after a while, began to cry and drink repeatedly.

After a long time, the man seemed to feel something, his closed eyes slowly opened, and he looked at the courtyard door on the side suspiciously, but he didn't find anything, just as he was about to enter the meditation state again, a sudden greeting made him stunned.

"Master, how are you doing?"

This salutation sounded very familiar to him, but it was a little unfamiliar, in the past few decades of his life, only one person had shouted, that was a young boy, although weak, but the perseverance and expectation in his eyes repeatedly moved him.

After reading it, the man smiled slightly, turned to look at the handsome figure that was becoming more and more heroic, and nodded with satisfaction, "The little doll of the past has grown up ......"

The voice is low and heavy, just like the person, calm and steady.

"Farewell that day, it's been nearly two years, has it ever been wasted?"

"Master is too worried, Yang Xuan has always followed your teachings, and has never fallen behind" This young man is Yang Xuan, the man who talked to him, there is no doubt that it is the leading teacher he formed in the cottage when he was sixteen years old, Fang Tang.

"Hehe" Fang Tang laughed heartily, "I haven't seen you for just two years, you are still so literate"

Yang Xuan also smiled indifferently, this feeling has not appeared for a long time, I am afraid that it is more than two years, Fang Tang, who was only in the middle stage of the innate realm in the past, has now reached the peak, the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, the twelve canons are all connected, and the body has been warmed by the elixir immortal plant, but it is becoming stronger and stronger.

The small talk between the two of them here was noticed by a few teenagers who were training in the field, and their expressions were slightly surprised, this deacon Fang seemed to have never laughed so heartily since he was in charge of the entire Fan Wu Academy.

"Who is this man?"

"I don't know, although the breath is restrained, it doesn't look like an ordinary person"

Everyone talked in a low voice, their tone was a little surprised, during the time they came here, except for someone who successfully cultivated the inner breath and entered the acquired realm, they would be picked up by the deacon of the other courtyard who came here, and they had not met any cultivators.

"Tell me what happened during this time."

Yang Xuan nodded slightly, and the two of them found a place with beautiful scenery, a stone table and a stone bench, a pot of fragrant tea, and chatted with each other.

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Unconsciously, the sky is getting late, and the sun is now no longer dazzling before, but like an old man in the twilight, the afterglow is poured, reflecting a golden yellow between the heaven and the earth, and the magnificent glow adds a bit of gentleness and charm.

Chongwu Houshan

"Have you thought about it" Sun Jian's old voice sounded, and there was a trace of vicissitudes in his tone.

"Figured it out"

"Oh?" After being silent for a long time, Sun Jian spoke again, "That's it, if you want to go, let's go, the rivers and lakes are very big, enough for you to toss"

Yang Xuan shook his head a little wrongly and smiled bitterly, he could understand the meaning of this Supreme Elder of the Heavy Martial Sect Creation Three Peerless Realms.

"It's enough to just remember that this is your starting point"

Yang Xuan was silent, bowed slightly, bowed three times, turned around and left the cave.

In the empty environment, only the old man Sun Jian was left to sit alone, looking up at the withered yellow mountain wall and sighing softly, "The phoenix bird leaves the nest, and the dragon comes out of the abyss...... I hope you have a good journey, but don't forget the realm south of the Divine Light, and there is such a small Sanpin sect......"

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The inner disciples compared the arena, Yang Xuan and Bu Feng stood opposite each other, and there were nearly 100 inner disciples in the audience, except for the two brothers Qiu Jingyu, the ice and fire were stunning, Ning Yue and even Bai Li were impressively listed, such a scene was unprecedented for the empty arena on ordinary days.

I think that if it weren't for the heavy damage suffered by the trip to the Flood Desolation Secret Realm, the number of people would not be the only hundred.

"You're leaving?"

"Not bad"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the rivers and lakes"

Bu Feng was silent, he didn't say anything for a long time, but slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist, and the blade hung slightly, "When will you go?"

"Tomorrow"

Bu Feng looked up at the bright moon, "So you chose to fight with me at this time?"

"Hehe" Yang Xuan smiled casually, "I have to give you an explanation, otherwise you will say that I will avoid fighting again" paused for a moment, "I will suppress the cultivation to the realm of metamorphosis"

Bu Feng was stunned, and then laughed heartily, how familiar such a scene is, I think that when the outer gate was in the battle of the Prison Peak, it was he who suppressed the cultivation to fight with others, but now he has changed his role.

After a while, Bu Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "I really don't know if it's a blessing or a misfortune to make you a friend......"

Saying this sentence abruptly, Yang Xuan was slightly stunned and then relieved, and without much explanation, the Fan Chen pen suddenly appeared in his hand, looking at the cold blade in the moonlight, staring at him with burning eyes.

"So, but for a happy battle" Bufeng knife body is sideways, the blade is facing backwards, and the back of the knife is forward, but the cold light has not been covered up at all, and the whole person seems to be one with the knife, and the momentum skyrockets instantly.

Seeing this in his eyes, Yang Xuan's pen was surging with golden light, and the brilliant golden thunder light seemed to overshadow the bright moonlight in an instant, and the thunder roared, overflowing with coercion, as if the Imperial Thunder Venerable above the Nine Heavens was stronger than the world.

The two of them gathered momentum like this, silently moving, and the rising sense of vastness was divided into courts, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

"I didn't expect that the elegant young man who was only in the acquired realm and whose cultivation was not as good as me is now so powerful" Ning Yue's little face turned red with excitement, and he seemed to be talking to someone in the audience, and he seemed to be muttering to himself.

The brilliance of the ice and fire's stunning beautiful eyes flowed, meaning that he looked at the two people on the stage inexplicably, and when he thought of almost meeting the Bufeng Sword Soldier back then, the corners of his mouth naturally curled.

"It's been two years......

On the platform, the two stood opposite each other as always, the knife did not move, the pen was not mentioned, and the scene was full of gold and silver under the reflection of the moonlight, whistling with a swirling momentum, showing a solemn and majestic, sharp and domineering.

I don't know how long it took, Bu Feng moved, and his figure disappeared in an instant, and everyone only noticed a cold light shining in the rich night, as fast as lightning, and it was no more than an inch away from Yang Xuan in an instant.

On the other hand, Yang Xuan still has that elegant and solemn appearance, which has not changed at all, even if the blade is close to him.

Abruptly, a smile also appeared on Bu Feng's face, and the figure of the forward rush suddenly stopped, and between the sword momentum, it condensed into a huge long knife phantom, just like the Optimus Pillar, awe-inspiring and mighty.

"Slash"

"Ink"

Yang Xuan didn't know when he appeared in the position where Bu Feng was standing, the figures of the two exchanged positions, and each of them shouted in a low voice, the golden true yuan of Fan Chen's pen was getting richer and richer, and the ink dots were gushing all over the place, and they were hooked up in a moment, and it was still that illusory font, which was not real.

Suddenly, the field was filled with smoke and dust, and the air waves were rolling, and a terrifying and spectacular sound broke out.

After a while, Yang Xuan's hearty laughter was heard, "Bufeng, goodbye to you and me", and the voice turned into bursts of sound waves, rippling from the heavens and the earth.

After a while, the smoke and dust dissipated, and he was alone on the platform, looking up at the moonlight like water, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and the empty cuffs of his left arm were blown by the evening breeze, drifting wantonly.

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This night, the entire Chongwu Inner Sect disciples seemed to be crazy, rummaging everywhere for something, and some people who didn't know much about it were even startled, thinking that an elder in the sect had lost something and sent someone to investigate.

They went to the Hall of Merit, went to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and even went to the old wooden house of the Heavy Prison Peak once, but they stunned the outer disciples who now lived inside, and the wolf-like appearance made them cry out in horror.

Fruitless overnight, Yang Xuan seemed to have disappeared, and there was no trace of the Nuo Da Heavy Martial Sect, "He won't leave in advance, right?"

"No" Bu Feng shook his head, he believed that Yang Xuan said that he would leave tomorrow, and it would be impossible to change the itinerary, all along, he was a very well-organized person with a careful mind.

"I'm afraid there's something I need to take care of one last time."

After a long silence, everyone thought for a long time, sighed softly and left here, until the bright moon fell in the west, when the morning sun was born, this place will be a lively and extraordinary cultivation scene, shouting and cheering with sweat dripping, flowing is joy and wealth.

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Yang Xuan was dressed in a green shirt, chatting with the poultry keeper in the courtyard halfway up the mountainside, the two sat at the table, accompanied by a pot of sake, although the wine was clear, the rhyme was strong, even Yang Xuan, who had never drunk alcohol, was interested, and he still raised a glass and took a few sips.

"This wine...... It's really good, no wonder Li Taibai has the name of a wine fairy, and he must be happy in life, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon...... Haha, good poetry, good wine"

Yang Xuan sighed, the cup in his hand was not ordinary, and the wine in the pot was also ordinary, but in this situation, if it was exchanged for some excellent immortal wine, it would seem a little out of harmony.

Ordinary people, drink ordinary wine, happy people......

Through the misty moonlight, Yang Xuan glanced at the brightly lit courtyard on the mountain with drunken eyes, the corners of his mouth rose, and a faint smile appeared, the cups in his hands touched, and he raised his head and drank it all.

"A dream, a glass of wine, farewell, this is a heavy martial ......"