The eight sword formations behind him were circulating, and there was no sign of vision. Only Wang Anfeng and a cold woman thirty steps away were left in this place.

Murong Qingxue received his gift, and waited for Wang Anfeng to stand up and said:

"This time I go down the mountain, Yu'er wants you to worry more."

Among the three disciples of Qingfeng, Gong Yu is the one with the highest martial arts skills, and Gong Yu is the one with the best appearance. But if you walk in the world, she is the one who is most worried about. Wang Anfeng has also understood a little in the past or two days, and nodded and said:

"Don't worry, senior, I have no choice but to do my best."

Murong Qingxue nodded and then calmed down. Wang Anfeng had to stand in front with his hands down. After standing for a while, Murong Qingxue raised his hand and gently flipped out the long sheathed sword in his hand. It did not fall to the ground, but was gently suspended in front of Wang Anfeng and rotated slightly.

Wang Anfeng was a little stunned.

Murong Qingxue looked at him and said quietly:

"The sword behind you can't use it easily?"

"This sword is for you to defend yourself."

Wang Anfeng was shocked, but the opposite side was a peerless person in the world. The wooden sword had no scabbard to suppress Lingyun and would be seen through this matter. He had already expected it when he went up the mountain, so he did not lose his composure.

Thank you, raised your hand and held the hilt of the sword, holding the long sword that was spinning in the air in your hand. There was nothing unusual about this sword, it was no different from an ordinary sword.

Wang Anfeng glanced at Murong Qingxue, drew his sword out of sheath, and his sword body was unsheathed inch, with a cold light as water. It was obviously a first-class sword. It would never be lonely and Wuming even if it was placed in the world. He paused in his heart, put the sword back into the sheath, held the sword in both hands, and said in a deep voice:

"Senior, this sword is too expensive, I cannot accept it..."

Murong Qingxue looked at him and said:

"This sword is just lent to you, please pass it on to others during this trip."

Wang Anfeng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and said:

"Is it Senior Jiuyi?"

Murong Qingxue shook her head and laughed softly:

"No, although he has learned hundreds of martial arts, he must concentrate on his sword. His sword skills are just to destroy them with strength. There is no difference between swords and swords. The sword skills are still below you at this time."

Wang Anfeng thought for a while, put down his hands, turned to hold the sword in his right hand, and said:

"Then please tell me, senior, that I have to hand over this sword to that senior?"

Murong Qingxue shook her head and said:

"I don't know either."

"Senior don't know?"

Wang Anfeng looked at the woman in front of him who looked like an immortal than Gong Yu.

When she said she didn't know, her temperament was exactly the same as when Gong Yu said that he had changed into a blue shirt and couldn't recognize her. She was helpless for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Murong Qingxue paused and said:

"You will naturally hand over this sword to him when you take this sword, and with your mind you will naturally understand it."

"This sword has been hidden in Qingfeng for more than a hundred years, and it is time to return its object to its original owner."

Wang Anfeng was still a little puzzled, but he had to put the sword away, hold it in his hand, and nodded:

"I understand."

Murong Qingxue nodded and said:

“Be careful all the way.”

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, he was always under unimaginable pressure in front of this immortal-like senior. At this time, he felt a little relieved and nodded and responded:

"Then I will say goodbye, senior, please come back."

"Um."

The woman nodded, her eyes fell on Wang Anfeng, and she patroled once. When he turned around, she suddenly spoke softly and said:

"Greetings to the Taoist priest for me."

Wang Anfeng's body suddenly stiffened.

………………………………………………

Lin Qiaofu and others followed Gong Yu and stepped in the sword formation.

Yuchi Jie and the old sword-burning old man Tai Shujian walked carefully in this sword formation, for fear of taking a wrong step. The former was because he knew how much he had, so he did not dare to be arrogant.

Although the latter is a sixth-grade warrior who can be called a master in the world, he has seen the appearance of the formation being fully opened with his own eyes. He knows that this formation is several pounds wide, so he is even more cautious.

But the middle-aged warrior following Yuchi Jie, relying on his sixth-grade warrior, although he was cautious on his face, he was not as cautious as Tai Shujian.

Lu Baiping was much more comfortable, like a fish in water, while Lin Qiaofu followed her, holding her small cloth bag tightly with one hand and holding Lu Baiping's clothes with her right hand. Her little face was already scared and turned a little white.

Although she is a disciple of Qingfengjie, and in a sense, she is the most core and most popular among her elders, but she is actually very similar to Fu Mo's master in Fufeng Academy. She is both a person who is not in the open and does not go out of the two schools.

Fu Mo was tricked by the old master several times. Since Lin Qiaofu went up the mountain to learn to read, she has been staying on Wanjian Peak and reading books in the library. She has never been able to walk through this mountain protection formation, but she knows the power of this formation very well and follows behind, and is scared.

Yuchi Jie followed the last, and the murderous intent he saw was as if Gong Yu was leading the way, and he was still a little worried, but looking at the little old man who seemed to be more afraid than himself, he felt somewhat contented.

He casually chatted with Tai Shujian, spreading the lingering fear in his heart, and said:

"The old man is called Tai Shujian?"

The old man smiled warmly and said:

"Yes, indeed, the little old man's parents wanted to make me live a firmer life, so they named it Jian."

"Uncle Tai, this surname is quite rare."

"It's not uncommon. Every household in our place has the surname this, and even the old beggar at the entrance of the village belongs to Tai Shu's lineage."

"Ha? The beggar also has a name?"

"Look at what you said, beggars are also individuals. If they are humans, they will have parents. If they have parents, they will have names. To be honest, the beggar's name sounds much better than mine."

"Oh? Tell me?"

Tai Shujian thought about it and said with a smile:

"If the old man remembers correctly, he is called Tai Shu Yongnian."

Yuchi Jie was stunned for a moment, feeling a little familiar, but he didn't have any impression of it, so he could only say casually:

"This name is really grand, it's a pity to give a beggar."

Uncle Tai waved his hand and said:

"It's no pity, it's also what his parents thought about after thinking about it for so long back then."

"Why would it be a pity for your own children?"

During the conversation, he had already reached the last sword formation. Yuchi Jie looked at Gong Yu and others in front of him and held his footsteps, looked at Tai Shujian who was one step behind him, and said:

"There is one thing I've been curious about for a long time."

"The old woman at Qingfeng Jieshan Gate has always hated men. How could you wait there and not be driven out by that woman?"

He thought of Tai Shujian who had just squatted at the entrance of Qingfeng Jiefangyuan at the foot of the mountain.

The sixth-grade general who followed him opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he was one step late and had no choice but to withdraw his gaze.

Uncle Tai scratched his white hair on his head and said with a smile:

"That little girl..."

"It's probably because I'm pitiful? It's really said that I'm a disciple of Qing Fengjie. I'm so beautiful and kind-hearted, that's this!"

He grinned, raised his thumbs up and compared, and his other hand pulled the old clothes on his body again.

Yuchi Jie's lips twitched. After thinking about the old woman who always had a cold face, as if everyone owed her thousands or tens of thousands of taels of silver, she felt that what she said to the old guy in front of her seemed to be completely different from the same person.

Take the trend forward and a gentle air flow brushes through your body.

The next moment, Yuchi Jie's body was directly out of balance and was about to fall to the ground.

The general behind him had already expected it. He took a step forward almost at the same time and raised his hand to support Yuchi Jie, without letting the young master of this aristocratic family break out of a dog and chew on the shit.

Yuchi Jie's heart skipped a beat at first, as if he was stepping on the air in his sleep, and he was sweating all over his body. The one who followed was angry and embarrassed. He turned around and cursed:

"That dog without eyes, throw it around..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and there was no debris behind him. His face froze for a moment, then he realized it and looked back stiffly. Gong Yu still looked dull and could not tell any joy or anger.

But Lu Baiping next to him was not a good personality to cover up her emotions. Her eyes looked at Yuchi Jie with displeasure. Her bright eyes were patrolling him, as if she was thinking about where to start.

Yuchi Jie was shocked and sweated in cold sweat, and a hard smile appeared on his face, saying:

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding..."

"I was accidentally..."

Lu Baiping snorted coldly and withdrew her gaze. Even Lin Qiaofu, who was the most soft-hearted, looked at him, had many complaints and dislikes.

Yuchi Jie breathed a little relieved, knowing that the one just now was just a little reminder, otherwise, with Gong Yu's means, how could his family be able to support him?

At least you have to be so confused that you can get it.

By the way, that old man!

Yuchi Jie realized something and looked back.

The old man was carrying the tattered sword, with his hands in his sleeves, his eyes and nose, and he looked honestly like the old man holding a child in the countryside. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Finally, he understood why this old guy could smile so sincerely and brightly and say that kind of thing just now.

It's thief!

Yuchi Jie gritted his teeth and looked for another person who could make the atmosphere less awkward. After walking around for two times, he did not find the figure of the man and was slightly stunned:

"Where is Wang Feng? Why is it gone?"
Chapter completed!