At the foot of Wanjian Mountain, before passing the pavilion.

When Wang Anfeng finished thinking, a laugh suddenly came to praise. A white-haired old man strided out, his clothes were torn, but his face was rosy, there was no wrinkle at the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and his white hair was scattered. He was carrying a big gourd in one hand, almost the size of a child's head. With a random move in his right hand, the dead beast under Wang Anfeng's feet rose into the air and fell into the old man's five fingers.

After weighing the points, the old man narrowed his eyes slightly and said happily:

"This Tongming mink has a good taste. If it is stir-fried with wide oil, it will be just right to drink."

"Hehe, if the two friends don't mind, I'll give it to the old man?"

After saying that, before the two of them could speak, they had already put them in the snakeskin bag around their waists. Wang Anfeng said, "Senior, just take it away."

Thinking of Hunyuan Gong's extremely violent reaction, his voice paused slightly, and he reminded again:

"This little beast is very toxic, so you should be more careful."

The old man laughed and said, "Children's words."

"I don't know how much this bright mink has eaten. How could I be afraid of being so toxic?"

Just now, he had already seen a bite mark on Wang Anfeng's left hand next to him. Even if this bright mink was just a cub, its poison was approaching the eighth grade. After seeing that Wang Anfeng was poisoned, he could still kill him with one sword. His expression remained unchanged. He was curious, and then he heard what he said, and felt very fond of his temper and was ready to come out to see him.

What the boy said at this time made him feel more and more pleasing to him.

The woman over there also reacted, clasped her fists and said:

"Qingfeng has solved Lu Baiping, I have met senior."

The old man nodded, looked at Wang Anfeng again, looked up and down, and grinned:

"Boy, what's your name?"

The young man clasped his fists and said, "My younger generation, Wang Anfeng, the Fufeng Academy Palace, has met his senior."

A hint of clarity appeared on the old man's face, and he stroked his beard and said, "No wonder no wonder."

"If you can bring Qingfeng to help you solve the problem, except for the Tianshan School that has been intimate with generations, you are the only one in Fufeng Academy."

He frowned again, and said a little puzzled:

"You can be here, probably because Ren Changge's old maggot said something."

"But there are many opportunities on this Wanjian Mountain, so it's okay to have a hundred swords. There are many secret books in the sword pavilion. Why did you just get into this sutra pavilion where birds can't shit?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned and realized in his heart that "Ren Changge" should be Mr. Ren who is in charge of the Feng Building of Fufeng Academy.

But he didn't expect that his face was serious and meticulous Mr. Ren actually had such a rather casual name.

The old man was quite disdainful of the second-class opportunity in Gong Yu's eyes in his words. Lu Baiping was resentful, but the seniority of the old man in front of him was really terrifying, and he didn't dare to say anything. The old man had been walking in the world for decades, and saw the change of expression on her face and knew three or five minutes. He immediately laughed:

"What, you have some disadvantages. Can't you tell me?"

"If you can get one of those hundred swords, you will naturally have a smooth road ahead, which is enough to easily break into the third level of the middle level. If you laugh proudly, you will be a master on the ground. Even if you practice in the third level of the middle level, you will definitely break into the fourth level of martial arts within twenty years."

Lu Baiping was a little dissatisfied and said:

“Isn’t that great?”

The old man laughed out loud, stretched out his hand and gave Lu Baiping a sniffle, sneering:

"Okay? What a shit!"

"That's following someone else's butt, picking up someone's teeth!"

"Returning to the path of our predecessors will be smooth, but it will be limited to those paths and it will be difficult to step into a stronger level. It will be of no benefit to the martial arts of the world. After death, the sword will be sent back to the Wanjian Mountain. I'll ask you."

"Is it a man who uses a sword? Or does a sword who uses a man?"

"Is it a swordsman or a sword slave?"

Two consecutive problems were deafening, leaving Lu Baiping speechless. He thought that he could become a master of the martial arts world by understanding one or two swordsmanship, but at this moment he felt that he could not refute the old man and felt that what he had insisted on before seemed to be broken.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng suddenly spoke and said:

"But not everyone can become the top third grade, and can guarantee to be directly under the master. A fourth-grade warrior is called a top-notch master in the world and is a chance to dominate the world?"

"As the master said as a master, he has different states of mind and different visions, which is a biased person."

"Besides, martial arts is just a means, not life."

"Even if you are troubled by martial arts all your life, what can you do?"

When the old man heard this, he looked sideways, looked at Wang Anfeng steadily, and suddenly shook his head and said:

"Hey, it's hard?"

"The way is different, and we don't plan to each other."

"You are not a warrior, I told you again what this is. Alas, I'm just a pity..."

"In order to preserve those wonderful sword techniques and prevent them from being lost in the world, the ancestor of Qingfengjie set up the Ten Thousand Sword Peak. But these sword techniques remained, but they also lost so many equally wonderful sword techniques in the world."

"It's a pity..."

When talking about this, the old man suddenly sighed, and Wang Anfeng also understood his meaning. If those disciples had not understood the sword skills and martial arts on these long sword steles and walked around the world, they would definitely be able to create their own sword skills, which would not be inferior to those contained in these sword steles, or even more exciting, and it is unknown.

It is really difficult to distinguish whether it is a blessing or a disaster, and whether it is a disaster.

The Master asked them to come here because he was afraid of being assassinated by a gang of "White Tiger Hall", so he hoped that they could grow into masters of the gang and the world, and that they could protect themselves.

It is difficult to become a top third-grade master, and it is already quite rare to be a fourth-grade warrior.

Thinking of this, I was suddenly shocked. When I thought of Xue Qinshuang who was studying the inscription, I suddenly became a little panicked. In his eyes, the other party must have reached the top third level. If so, this opportunity is actually the root of disaster for her.

The old man calmed down and said with a smile:

"Speaking of this, you have not answered the old man, what are you looking for when you are here by yourself..."

Suddenly, a sword roared, and in a sword pavilion not far away, a quiet long sword seemed to have spirituality. It roared and roared, and then shot towards the distance, obviously being driven by some kind of aura.

Wang Anfeng's expression suddenly changed.

The old man paused slightly, looked up at the direction, then turned his head to look at Wang Anfeng and said:

"You recognize it?"

"The spirit sword has moved, it must be too late."

The voice was quite regretful, but he had no intention of taking action.

He had been walking in the world for a long time and gradually understood the principle that his own chances and destiny were not easy to force. Only by playing in the world with this state of mind could he be free and not fall into the mud. Besides, as Wang Anfeng said, it was a blessing or a disaster, but he could only know that becoming a fourth-grade warrior could be considered an opportunity.

At this moment, the sound of sword roar suddenly became loud, and long swords roared and rose into the sky. The old man looked stunned and almost pulled his beard down.

His eyes widened, and he watched the long swords fly out, from one to ten to a hundred. The sounds of the long swords gathered together, like thunder. Naturally, he knew that the person who was inspired was very talented, and he was a truly genius who was expected to be the top third grade. The backbone of the future martial arts was immediately thrown behind his head, and suddenly shouted:

"No!"

"Stop the old man, you can't go!"

With a strange scream, he was about to soar into the sky, but Wang Anfeng grabbed his right arm with one hand. When he turned around, he saw the boy's face full of worry and no annoyance. With a long roar, he stepped into the sky and rose into the sky. In an instant, he was hundreds of meters away, and above the void.

When he leaned over and saw the girl in white dressed in black hair scattered under the water, half kneeling in the water, seeing a bright red corner of the girl's lips, bright and incomparable, and seeing the vast and fierce sword light rising from bottom to top.

I saw her proud rejection.

The old man was slightly stunned, and then he laughed out loud, full of joy, stepped into the void, danced with his hands and feet, and shouted:

"Okay, okay!"

But Wang Anfeng saw Xue Qinshuang's pale face and blood in the corner of her mouth. He felt a little quick in his heart. He let go of his right hand holding the old man's hand. He was in the air and flew over. At this moment, the long swords below seemed to be pulled by the energy, and each screamed and shot towards the young man.
Chapter completed!