Out of the door, Li Changzhi took a deep breath, and the Luo steward on the side took a step closer and smiled apologetically: "Brother Changzhi, don't take it to heart, these young ladies from big families are worldly and only focus on interests, you see that as soon as you hear about Brother Xiaofeng's ability, you immediately lower your posture." ”

Li Changzhi nodded, the world outside is really different from the village, and the people in the village will not be so shrewd.

"It's not too early that day, Brother Changzhi, you go back to rest first, I still have some things to deal with, see you tomorrow." Steward Luo greeted him and left first.

Looking at the back of Steward Luo leaving, Li Changzhi had a little headache, the world was as black as a crow, this Steward Luo talked about Miss Li Xing's shrewd accident, and he himself was nothing more than that, if there was no scene in the city, would he be so low with himself.

Li Changzhi doesn't hate this kind of shrewd accident, the state of the world is like this, on the contrary, it makes him faintly restless in his bones, and at this moment he is a little eager for strength.

Back in the room, Li Changzhi didn't bother when he saw that Lin Xiaofeng was still in a coma, sat alone in front of the case, and took out the Qingfeng Sword Duel that the old man gave him from his arms.

Turning the first page, I looked closely, and it was a self-report.

My name is cold and arrogant, I didn't want to write this book, I have been cultivating the sword for more than 20 years, and I am dedicated to cultivating the three-foot Qingfeng, and the thing I want is just a sword in my hand, the sword comes and goes, and I am at ease.

Seeing the beginning, Li Changzhi was secretly shocked, this cold and arrogant sword intent has the use of opening the mountain for sword cultivation! You must know that the sword cultivation of the Dao has been for thousands of years, but it is rare to hear that people say that it has the merit of opening the mountain for sword cultivation, only I heard that there was a sword immortal eight hundred years ago, a sword came out, endless sword qi split the door, and the sword crossed the heavenly gate, of course, whether the legend is exaggerated or not, it is not what I have to consider.

Look at the lower part of the road: the realm of the rivers and lakes is a thin film for me, I entered the realm of a product at the age of seventeen, and then crossed a realm for five years, and entered the Xuantian realm at the age of twenty-two, I have not practiced any swordsmanship for more than 20 years, only the sword intent of the three-foot Qingfeng sword, and now I have an understanding, the sword intent is endless, and now I am about to travel far, and what I said later is the sword I cultivated and the three-style sword duel.

At this end, Li Changzhi did not turn down, the hand holding the book trembled slightly, Li Changzhi's heart was in an uproar at this time, what he held in his hand could be said to be the sword cultivation holy scripture, that cold and arrogant can be seen from his description how high the talent is, at the age of twenty-two, he is ranked in the first-grade Xuantian realm, which can really be described as a heavenly posture, but he has his kendo perception, which makes Li Changzhi feel as if he has a treasure mountain waiting to be excavated.

After a long period of calm, Li Changzhi turned a page and carefully read the first article, which stated that every sword has a spirit, and use his own will to stabilize this spirit, so as to form a sword intent.

Li Changzhi couldn't help but glance at the gray iron sword placed on the bottom of the case, ready to try it, the book said that the perception of the sword spirit was extremely difficult, even if the talent was as cold and arrogant as it was to stabilize the Qingfeng sword for dozens of days before he vaguely felt the spirit.

Li Changzhi walked straight to the bottom of the case and picked up the gray long sword, closed his eyes, touched him gently, and slowly stroked the sword god from the hilt of the sword, condensing his mind to understand.

continued to feel like this, but he didn't feel the sword spirit at all, and Li Changzhi was not discouraged, after all, Leng Guao also felt the sword spirit through dozens of days of understanding.

Just when Li Changzhi was about to put down the long sword, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and once again, Li Changzhi actually felt that there was a trace of qi flowing in the sword.

I actually felt the sword intent, although there was only a trace of it, but it was indeed as described in the book.

The surprise in Li Changzhi's heart at this time was no different from the surprise of discovering that Lin Xiaofeng had divine power, it took Leng Guao, a sword master, to realize the sword intent for dozens of days, but he felt the ethereal sword intent overnight, could it be said that his talent was stronger than Li Changzhi.

After concentrating, Li Changzhi no longer thought about it, but carefully felt the trace of sword intent that appeared, Li Changzhi didn't know what he was doing was that when he was understanding, this gray inconspicuous long sword became a little sharper, and it glowed with a layer of luster.

In the early morning, there was a noise outside the window, Li Changzhi stayed awake all night, holding the gray long sword all night to understand the sword intent, but there was no trace of sleepiness, and his spirit was surprisingly good.

Li Changzhi slowly opened his eyes, looking at the gray long sword in his arms, he knew that this was the foundation of his foothold in walking the rivers and lakes, and now he felt the sword intent, which meant that one day he would also enter the peak of martial arts, and walk with a sword like that cold and arrogant.

"I don't know what your name is, the old man didn't say anything, I'll call you Xuanzhi Sword in the future." Li Changzhi touched the sword god, and a smile appeared on his face to choose a name for the sword.

According to the book, sword cultivation is a big project, and you need to keep the sword close to you all the time and feel the sword intent.

Li Changzhi put the Xuanzhi Sword behind him with a strip of cloth, feeling the silky sword intent in the sword, and his heart felt comfortable.

glanced at Lin Xiaofeng who was on the bed, and he actually snored, with a smile on his face, this guy is still so heartless.

patted Lin Xiaofeng, woke him up, and roughly talked about the dart.

"One hundred and fifty taels! Long branch, are you sure, Ha Luha, it's gone, it's gone. As soon as this guy heard the money, he immediately jumped up and looked excited.

"You kid sit down for me first, let me ask you, you have been in a coma for a day, do you feel any discomfort now?" Li Changzhi was a little worried about what the old man pointed out.

Lin Xiaofeng still couldn't hide the excitement of the one hundred and fifty taels, but he still seriously felt the changes in his body.

"Changzhi, I feel that my strength is now greater than yesterday, as if I can't finish it, and I feel a lot more clearly when I see everything around me. Lin Xiaofeng said truthfully.

Li Changzhi groaned, the changes in Xiao Feng's body are good, he should have the realm of entering the product, but whether it is the second grade or the third grade, he is not sure, after all, he has never seen those so-called entry masters.

"These are all good things, Xiao Feng, the old man said yesterday, your strength can't be exposed in front of outsiders at will, and I don't think the old man will fool us, so that in the future, you will suppress and restrain your strength in a fight, so that others should not be able to see it." Li Changzhi looked at Lin Xiaofeng and said seriously.

"Okay, Changzhi will listen to you. Lin Xiaofeng immediately nodded in agreement, he knew that since he was a child, except for the dead parents, Changzhi was the best for himself, when he was a child, the children in the village bullied him, saying that he had no father and no mother, and Changzhi would protect him every time. That winter, it was surprisingly cold, and if it weren't for Changzhi sending two steamed buns every day, he would have starved to death, so as long as Changzhi said he would do it.