It was a fine morning - so fine that you could hardly believe there was ugliness in the world. Hedges, fields, trees, hills and meadows were all in their ever-changing hues.

The sky is clear and cloudless, the sun shines brightly and warmly, the singing of birds and the buzzing of insects fill the air. The grass next to the hut is crowded with rich and beautiful flowers of various colors, as if it is covered with brilliant flowers.

A flower bed of jewelry. Everything is beautiful!

Yue Fengyang was in a good mood at this time, because today Feng Lao was going to tell him the secret about the spirit knife battle. During this time, he had been guessing, what kind of secret was it?

"Hahaha! Disciple, you came so early. I was wondering why no one came to say hello in the morning? It turns out that he is already here. Why, are you feeling itchy?" Feng Lao's hearty laughter echoed in the room.

In the valley.

"Teacher." Yue Fengyang bowed his hands.

"Brother Feng Yang!" Feng Ling'er ran over happily, holding a basket in his hand with some food in it.

"You left without saying a word this morning, and you didn't even eat breakfast. Come on, let's eat first before talking." Feng Ling'er obediently placed the meals on the ground one by one, and sat aside and looked at Yue Fengyang with a smile.

The true way is to have a faint blush, brushing towards the peach blush, and the smile is rippling on the cheeks.

Another existence that brings disaster to the country and the people! Yue Fengyang thought to himself. He stuffed it into his mouth randomly for a while, but he was not in the mood to taste the delicious food at the moment. He wiped his mouth and hurriedly came to Feng Lao's side.

"Teacher, now...".

Feng Lao nodded and waved to Feng Ling'er, "Where is Mo Yan?" Feng Lao asked.

Yue Fengyang looked at Feng Ling'er and hesitated. The teacher said that Mo Yan's existence should be kept as little known as possible. How come today...

Feng Lao smiled and said, "Disciple, you are a good match for Feng Linger's brother and sister, and you have experienced life and death, so why should you be worried? I think this girl only sees you now!".

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ling'er's face turned red and he glanced at Yue Fengyang. The guy stared at Feng Lao stupidly, "Teacher, what do you mean?".

The corner of Feng Lao's eye twitched.

Feng Ling'er: "What an idiot!".

"Hey hey hey... little guy, you are not as handsome as me, but you are so popular with women!" Mo Yan was already standing next to Feng Lao.

Mo Yan's sudden appearance startled Feng Ling'er, and he quickly jumped behind Yue Fengyang, revealing half of his head, and looked at Mo Yan, "Brother Feng Yang, what is this?".

"Oh, don't be afraid, he is not a thing..." Yue Fengyang was about to explain.

"You are nothing!".

"Okay, okay, we said the wrong thing, okay? I'm sorry!" Yue Fengyang said.

"Brother Feng Yang, who is he?" Feng Ling'er also felt that what she just asked was inappropriate and quickly changed her explanation.

"He is not a human, he is my sword spirit.".

"You are not human!" Mo Yan glared at Yue Fengyang fiercely.

Feng Lao watched the three of them making jokes and laughed too, "Okay, let's get down to business!".

Yue Fengyang immediately pricked up his ears. He had been looking forward to this moment for several days. He didn't want to miss a word. However, Feng

The old man did not speak, but took a few steps back, his arm trembled, and Qingfeng Zhan appeared.

Yue Fengyang has never taken a serious look at Feng Lao's spirit knife. It doesn't have any special appearance today. The blade is glowing with green light and has some wind and cloud patterns on it. That's it. Of course, it is much prettier than his big kitchen knife Wuhuo.

.

Feng Lao held the spirit knife in his hand and glanced at Mo Yan. The latter nodded slightly. Then, Feng Lao's momentum quickly rose, and whirlwinds gathered around his body. He only heard a text read from his mouth, which seemed to be

General formula...

The strong wind is fierce, use my name to break your seal, feel free, Qingfeng slashes!

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw waves of wind and waves spreading out with Feng Lao as the center, rolling up large pieces of gravel and vegetation. In the Wenling Pond not far away, waves actually rose up, and the waves dropped into the lake.

The waterfall in Wenlingtan actually started to sway, and the strong wind pushed Yue Fengyang and Feng Ling'er several feet away, and they barely managed to stand while supporting each other.

At this moment, Qingfeng Zhan's green light was in full swing, and it had doubled in size. The lines of wind and clouds were rolling rapidly on the blade, and the buzzing sound was lingering in the valley. Feng Lao waved the spiritual sword, and a huge and powerful force was released.

The fierce wind column rushed towards the swaying waterfall and collided with the water flow.

Instantly, the sky was filled with water sprays, like water blades, cutting off all the nearby trees, and the large rocks protruding from the waterfall mountain were also shattered into powder and scattered in the air.

Yue Fengyang lowered his head and tried hard to resist the momentum of the wind and waves. He couldn't help but hug Feng Ling'er tightly into his arms. This tragic scene gave Yue Fengyang a sense of fear. However, it was not over. When Yue Fengyang looked at it again

When I saw the waterfall, I shouted out loudly: "Ah! That waterfall is flowing backwards!".

Yes, the huge wind pillar rolled up the waterfall. The water flow of the waterfall first stagnated for a while, and then flowed back violently. The rumbling sound shook the surrounding areas, and Yue Fengyang's eardrums stung.

"Hahaha! Disciple, this is the secret of spiritual sword fighting!" Mr. Feng said with a smile.

"Old man! Take away your magical powers! If this continues, this place will no longer exist!" Mo Yan shouted from the side. He stood so quietly, as if nailed to the ground. This overwhelming momentum, and

It didn't affect him.

Feng Lao also felt that it was almost done, so he took a long breath and regained his momentum. As the momentum dropped, Qingfeng Slash also returned to its ordinary original form.

Everything returned to calm. Yue Fengyang stood in the distance for a while, then gradually regained his composure and ran over with Feng Chime, "Teacher, how did you do this?".

"This is the secret of spiritual sword fighting, releasing the seal!" Feng Lao said with a hint of pride on his face. It's not that he is proud, but that there are really not many people who can do this!

"Mo Yan, do you also know this secret?" Yue Fengyang asked.

"Tch~~ I don't know anything. What's the point? The old man has only been able to let go. I'm afraid he won't be able to do it later." Mo Yan said disapprovingly.

"Oh, I don't understand what you are saying. Can you be more specific?" Yue Fengyang wanted to search his database in his mind, but found that he didn't know what keywords to enter. He had no idea what was happening in front of him.

"Old man, tell me!" Mo Yan was playing with a few pills in his hand, tossing them back and forth like a juggler.

"You, you are just playing with the elixir like this! What if you drop it on the ground?" Yue Fengyang looked at Mo Yan in surprise.

"Wash before eating." Mo Yan looked indifferent.

"I'm going to...".

Feng Lao was also frightened when he saw it, the pill! You may not be able to buy it with money! Just throwing it away for fun, Mo Yan is really a weird thing.

"Disciple, what Mo Yan said is right. As a teacher, I can only do it now. Let me tell you about the seal first. Our spiritual swords are all sealed. The purpose is to limit the backlash of the sword spirit. In the long run,

In the past, there were incidents where the sword spirit was too powerful and backfired on its master. Since then, in order to prevent such a tragedy from happening again, people have set a seal on the spirit sword." Feng Lao began to talk.

"To be sure, there are two seals, one stronger than the other. For man-made spiritual swords, the manufacturer sets the seal. For naturally formed spiritual swords, the first sword master entrusts the sword forger to set the seal."

"Then what's going on with Jue Fang and Tai Fang?" Yue Fengyang asked.

"Removing the first seal is called Jue Fang, and lifting the second seal is called Tai Fang. After Jue Fang, the strength of the sword spirit can be increased by fifty percent. After Tai Fang, the strength of the sword spirit can be increased by one.

Times or more, it all depends on the quality of the sword spirit itself."

"Then how can we lift the seal?" This is what Yue Fengyang wants to know most.

"Well... when it comes to lifting the seal, we have to mention a profession that is comparable to the Alchemist - the Sword Forger!".

"Swordsmiths, as the name suggests, are people who can make spiritual knives. They are rare in number. They can not only make spiritual knives and set seals, but also remove seals. The seal is like a lock. They are locksmiths. Through some secret methods

, they can interpret the seals of different spiritual knives and then crack them."

"If you want to remove the seal from a spiritual sword, you must first find a sword forger. Of course, if your spiritual sword is naturally formed and you are the first sword owner, when you entrust the sword forger to set the seal

, then you know how to unlock the seal, it will be simple, but this continent has existed for tens of millions of years, and there are basically no such spiritual swords."

"Father, where can I find the swordsmith?" Feng Ling'er, who had been silent, asked curiously.

"I don't know! Swordsmiths are very mysterious and there are few in number. The irony is that although they can make spiritual knives, they have never practiced swordsmanship. Their martial arts are average, but they are not in danger because the people who come to them are all

If you want something from them, it’s too late to compliment them!”.

Hearing this, Yue Fengyang showed a disappointed expression, drooped his head, and sighed. Although the teacher told himself the secret, he couldn't do it for the time being. Doesn't this mean he didn't tell it? It's better not to know and save the trouble.

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"Based on my experience, I have only seen two swordsmiths, and they were both when my last master was alive, which was a long, long time ago." Mo Yan added.

After listening to Mo Yan's words, Yue Fengyang became even more frustrated. It was impossible to do this, "Teacher, you might as well not tell me."

Looking at the dejected Yue Fengyang, Mr. Feng came over and touched his head, "Disciple, don't be discouraged first. Your spiritual sword is quite special. Mo Yan is the top among sword spirits, and so was his previous master.

You can achieve the spiritual sword release."

As soon as these words came out, Yue Fengyang regained his energy and stared at Mo Yan eagerly, with tears even flashing in his eyes, like a puppy begging for mercy.

Mo Yan felt uncomfortable with Yue Fengyang's heart-piercing eyes, "Okay, little guy, you don't have to be like this, I also have a secret to tell you."

Yue Fengyang’s eyes brightened!
Chapter completed!