Wang Anfeng did not ask the rest of the people to wait for him for long. Almost as Yuchi Jie looked around, he had already walked out of the eight gates of the sword formation, as if he had just been a small step slower, so he got to the back.

Yuchi Jie breathed a sigh of relief, walked to Wang Anfeng a few steps, and walked with him. After a while, the strange atmosphere slowly faded. He vaguely felt that Wang Anfeng seemed a little different, but he couldn't tell what was different.

After thinking for a long time, I couldn't find the reason, so I threw this matter out of my mind.

Gong Yu glanced at Wang Anfeng's back and looked thoughtful.

Wang Anfeng smiled at her, stepped forward and walked side by side with Gong Yu. He had already prepared Gong Yu's inquiry in his heart, but she hadn't said anything, but just walked forward and accelerated her pace a little.

Lu Baiping beside him muttered so slowly.

In addition, Lin Qiaofu and Gongshujian noticed the extra sword behind Wang Anfeng.

Gong Shujian lost all his life to the sword path. He had a clever eye and could see at a glance that the sword was good. Combined with Wang Anfeng's slow step just now, he guessed something in his heart, secretly smacking his tongue, and his heart was full of envy and bitterness.

Lin Qiaofu really recognized the sword. The sword was stored on Wanjian Peak. She stayed at Wanjian Peak for more than ten years and would never admit her mistakes. After staying for a moment, her heart was full of confusion.

The most famous swords stored on Wanjian Peak are the world's best-class famous swords. When she was a child, she often read the stories of these swords when she was tired of reading books. She took a nap under these famous swords and sword monuments. These 107 famous swords in the world can be said to have known them well.

People in the world regard the fastness of swords as the standard for evaluating good swords, but in terms of Qingfeng, the value of famous swords does not lie in the material or sharp blade, but in the past.

Just like a human being, if there was a person who had been rebellious in every battle, he should receive corresponding respect no matter what. Even if he is old now, the same is true for the famous sword.

Even if the sword blade collapses, the past has determined that Qingfeng Jie cannot easily give these famous swords to others.

The only ones who can remove this sword from Qingfeng are the sect leader and the great elder. The conditions required to take the sword away from the mountain are terrifyingly numerous.

There was once a record that Tianshan Jiankui came to the mountain to seek swords. The swordkui could be said to be invincible in the world. Even if there is a real immortal, he might be able to cut it with one sword, but he could only return without success after half a year of lingering.

After thinking about the records in the classics, Lin Qiaofu was a little confused and thought that she was still on the mountain, sleeping with a sword monument of a famous sword on her back.

However, the chill from her mouth and nose when she was breathing told her that it was not in her dream of taking a nap in the afternoon, but on the way down the mountain.

Does the Great Elder think that Brother Wang already has the ability to control this sword?

Such an idea just appears and will never be able to linger.

After getting off Qingfeng, there was a village after leaving the forest. Because it was not far from the courtyard near Jiuzizai, Lu Baiping could not keep up with Gong Yu and Wang Anfeng's footsteps, let alone Lin Qiaofu.

If the two of them were led by the two of them and there was no point in going down the mountain to travel, the courtyard was free to live in the courtyard for a period of time, perhaps to be able to often go to Qingfeng Jiezhong to get the wine brewed by Jianquan, not far from Qingfeng Jieshan Gate.

Everyone simply bought a carriage in this town. Uncle Gongjian said with a shameless face that he had traveled around the world and had developed extremely solid horse-driving skills.

He also said that driving the carriage is a tiring job. No matter what, Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu, two life-saving benefactors, should not be allowed to do it. He jumped to the carriage and held the reins of the horse. The ability to drive the horse is indeed not a frightening task, and it is both steady and fast.

Yuchi Jie gritted his teeth, bought two good horses, and followed the carriage.

It's not that he wants to follow.

But with this opportunity to walk with Gong Yu, if he dares to go back in shame like this, even if the old man is seriously ill, he may beat him half to death and drag him, his unfilial grandson, down with him.

Thinking of the old man who was not young but was too tough, Yuchi Jie grinned and felt his scalp numb.

An old man who can't get into an assassin or a guard can't fight outside, laughing and personally rushing in front of the formation. Cutting heads and cutting wheat is as vigorous as anyone else. He is a Chinese military official. This kind of behavior cannot be said to be not fierce.

Thinking of this, he remembered that after the old man was drunk, he once told him with his tongue that he didn't count anything at all, and he was even more fierce than him, and there were thirty-seven more.

There is a youngest person who was only fifteen or sixteen years old and was young, but he used a strong heavy gun and gun technique. He was very fierce when he killed people with a big gun with one hand. He hadn't seen anyone playing heavy guns and playing better than his boy in so many years.

He said this and scolded him again, and then scolded him while drinking, and he could only bear it in silence.

Who told him that crazy person was his grandfather?

The carriage in front seemed to be on the flat official road. Yuchi Jie did not dare to think about it anymore. He squeezed his legs and asked the horse to speed up to follow. The general behind him remained silent and followed behind him.

Wang Anfeng left Daliang Village just after the New Year Festival, so he could catch up with this opportunity and arrive at Qingfeng. If he came later, he might have missed Gong Yulin Qiaofu and his group. It was really fate.

But the ancestors said that the way of heaven is always one, one rises and the other goes down. With fate here, some other people are destined to be empty. No matter how unwilling to accept it, they can only bear it like Yuchi Jie.

It was only February of the lunar calendar, and spring was not yet in the foot of Daliang Mountain, but the snow on the mountain had begun to melt and the temperature became much colder. As the saying goes, Laba Festival is the New Year.

After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, life should be on a new track. Those who should enter the mountains and those who should go to the city's employer's house to work. Unfortunately, spring has not arrived, and the whole village looks pale, bare, and has no meaning.

There are also rural women who have accumulated anger during the New Year holiday. When walking on the road, they can sometimes hear the screams and crying of children.

Sometimes, there are a few slang words mixed with anger, such as complaining about being unscrupulous and losing people. Passersby will be scared and shivered by accident.

Wang Hongyi yawned.

The New Year Festival just ended. During this period, he, a butcher, really had nothing to do. However, taking advantage of the New Year Festival, every household made a lot of money when slaughtering pigs and selling meat, and they didn't care much. Anyway, this is the case every year.

He moved the bamboo chair and sat in the yard again.

When I was young, I practiced some martial arts, but it was still external. When my qi and blood were not weakened and my secret injuries were not revealed, my body was stronger than the black blind man in the mountains. Such a little temperature had no effect on Wang Hongyi, and I could even squint my eyes and take a nap.

But when I fell asleep, I woke up again.

In the direction of the right ear, there was a sound of horse hooves running. Wang Hongyi frowned and listened with his ears. He thought to himself secretly. It sounded like a slow horse. The slow horse was not so powerful. It should be as many as a dozen riders.

The villagers of Daliang Village have already seen people riding horses on the official road.

It was only fifteen or sixteen horses, not as good as the caravans passing by the village before the New Year Festival. However, when the horses in front of me were rushing in an orderly manner, the momentum was like the Qiantang tide on the front line of the world.

The man couldn't help but turn pale, his heart beat faster and he almost couldn't stand steadily. Wang Hongyi suddenly stood up and closed the door, and saw the team of knights running through the crack in the door.

The horse under each person's crotch is pure black, without a single white hair, and is extremely powerful.

Horses are often born with alien species. The previous generation of Bo Weiyong wrote the "Master Sutra" and included famous horses in the world. They were divided into thirty-four alien species and six famous products.

The remaining horses are divided into 170 top-grade and 341 middle-grade horses, distributed among the mountains and rivers of the Qin Dynasty, and the rest are all unbearable.

The middle-grade horses are already capable of thousands of miles away. The best horses that ordinary people in the martial arts world can get are among these 341 categories. Not to mention the famous horses and alien species known as the dragon beasts on earth, the top-grade horses are extremely rare in the martial arts world.

The dark horse in front of us is also the best among the top-grade strange horses, called the Black Water Dragon. It can cross the water and walk without being shocked when fighting. Its speed remains unchanged. It has always been rare, let alone these sixteen top-grade horses.

Wang Hongyi almost didn't know which force could have such a big deal.

The ones riding on the horse were tall men with a calm expression, almost as if they were carved from a mold, with a knife behind them and a cloak covering the outside of the clothes. It was hard to see what clothes they were wearing.

Wang Hongyi subconsciously took a breath.

There was a fishy and sweet smell in the air, which was very similar to the smell accumulated on the blade of the bone-cutting knife that had been with him for twenty or thirty years. It was the breath left by the layer by layer of blood. Wang Hongyi raised his hand and touched his heart, feeling the strange and violent beating of his heart.

The line of black water dragons headed straight to the Daliang Village.

Raining like thunder.

ps: Today's first update is presented......

I'm sorry for being so late, it's really Kaven. Please forgive me (Put your fists)

Yan zk said
Chapter completed!