Gu Zijing actually didn't want to say much, but after all, he was a member of the Sword Alliance and had this responsibility on his shoulders.
"Ye Qingtian is very likely to have mastered the sword intent of the Great Climax and condensed the Sun Sword Star, or the Taiyin Sword Star, and the sword intent can be transformed into the galaxy and descended."
Gu Zi Mirror said seriously.
"puff!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji laughed and said sarcastically: "Dacheng Xinghe Sword Intent? Brother Gu, are you kidding, just say he is a burial flower damn man."
Gu Zijing's face darkened, and Zhao Wuji's words obviously offended him.
"Brother Gu is too worried. Ye Qingtian is very strong, but he is not as exaggerated as he thinks, not as good as he wants." Feng Shaoyu hurriedly smoothed out the situation.
Gu Zijing put down his wine glass and said, "If you don't talk too much, it seems that you can't drink this wine anymore. Three days later, I wish you good luck to the young owner!"
He did not delay, and regardless of his retention, he stood up and bowed to say goodbye.
"Hmph, the boneless guy has lost one game, he has no temper at all. He is a man in the Sword Alliance, and his elbows are turned out. What's there to pretend?" Zhao Wuji said disdainfully.
Jiang Yunting smiled and said nothing.
He had long seen that Gu Zijing admired Ye Qingtian quite a bit, and felt from the bottom of his heart that Feng Shaoyu had broken the rules of his ancestors and did things unreasonably.
"Brother Gu is a personal master of the Ice Emperor. He is a bit arrogant. Brother Zhao doesn't have to take it to heart." Feng Shaoyu said.
"So what about the personal legend of the Ice Emperor? Isn't it defeated?" Zhao Wuji was dissatisfied.
"It's getting late, and Jiang has something to do, so let's go first."
Jiang Yunting felt bored and stood up to say goodbye if he stayed there was no point in staying there.
Feng Shaoyu asked Feng Shengling to see him off, but only him and Zhao Wuji were left on the table, and the smile on his face gradually became much more restrained.
"Thirty-six days away, the galaxy comes into my dreams." Feng Shaoyu sighed lightly, with emotion.
"Young owner, are you still worried about Gu Zijing's words?" Zhao Wuji said.
"Guzi Jing will never make a decision easily. Once you say it, it will be very important." Feng Shaoyu looked cold and arrogant, and his eyes were deep and distant.
"Impossible?" Zhao Wuji said in shock.
"No matter whether this is possible or not, he will definitely lose in three days." Feng Shaoyu said coldly: "No one can take the baitou sword away from Zangjian Villa!"
...
While Feng Shaoyu was entertaining Zhao Wuji and others, there were also two people talking softly at the ground of Zangjian Villa.
This is a sword-casting room, with a holy fire burning from the ground for thousands of years.
Above the blazing holy fire is an extremely huge furnace, with hot iron boiling and flowing in the furnace.
A middle-aged Confucian scholar was looking at the broken sword fragments in front of him. These fragments came from the Tiangang Sword that was broken by Lin Yun during the day. This person was Feng Wuji, the owner of the Zangjian Villa.
Opposite him was a beautiful woman with delicate cheeks, lit eyebrows, and delicate red lips.
She was drinking lazily. This person was Lin Yun's mysterious second senior sister Feng Yu.
"Didn't you see the clue yet?" Feng Yu smiled with gloating, his smile was so beautiful that it was so captivating.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and said, "I can't see it, nor can I figure it out. The Tiangang Sword was broken in the mere Nirvana Realm. This is incredible."
Feng Yu sarcastically said, "Didn't it mean there is no quenching?"
"You are cheating outsiders, this sword has been cast long ago." The owner of the manor Feng Wuji was very honest. He looked at Feng Yu and frowned, sighed and said, "Three sisters, you came from the East China Sea from afar, just to make the case.
Do you think the Feng family is making a fool of themselves?”
Feng Yu snorted, Gulun took a sip of wine, and turned his head to the side: "Who told you to refuse to lend me the sword? Isn't it so much trouble to lend it to me?"
Feng Wuji smiled bitterly and said, "I really lent it to you, you must have given it to Yaoguang. You are not unclear about the grudge between the old man and Yaoguang, you have to kill me."
"Stingy." Feng Yu said dissatisfied.
She suddenly laughed, narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you know the Tiangang Sword he forged is broken?"
"How dare you tell him?" Feng Wuji said.
"Hehe, you have to tell him, so that he can blow his sword to make the best in the world at any time, but a junior pointed at his nose and scolded the trash." Feng Yu smiled heartlessly.
Feng Wuji was so angry that he threw the broken sword fragments heavily: "San Sister, don't add any damage. One code will be restored. Now it's the matter of Zangjian Villa and Tiandao Sect. Let that kid take the sword away
You really can't borrow it, maybe not at all."
That's not necessarily, that's our junior brother!
Feng Yu smiled in his heart, but said, "I'm not trying to find a way. If you let me take action, I will claim my own cultivation. If Ye Qingtian has one hand, he is no match for me."
Feng Wuji couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
Feng Yu frowned slightly and said angrily: "Why, do I think I was very old last year? I said I could be seventeen years old. I am also a junior of the Feng family, and I can also be a sword guardian."
Feng Wuji couldn't resist it, so he had to beg for mercy and said yes.
"Dad...Aunt."
At this moment, Feng Shaoyu walked in and saw Feng Yu being stunned before saying hello.
"Is there something wrong?" Feng Wuji said.
Feng Shaoyu nodded, but did not say anything directly.
Feng Yu was quite tactful and smiled and said, "You two fathers and sons talk, so I, an outsider, won't get involved."
"Aunt, go slowly." Feng Shaoyu said.
"Shaoyu, your father was no match for my aunt ten years ago. It would be better to ask your father to discuss many things, but it would be better to find your aunt."
Feng Yu's beautiful eyes flowed and he said with a smile.
Feng Shaoyu was a little moved when he heard this. He had heard many rumors about this aunt.
"Go away now."
Feng Wuji felt a headache when he saw it and quickly waved his hand to drive him away.
If Feng Yu teaches you, you will have to lose 90% of your chances of winning, and it will not be much better than in vain.
"Xiao Shaoyu, remember to talk to my aunt, I will definitely feel sorry for you." Feng Yu ignored it and said with a smile before leaving.
After Feng Yu left, Feng Shaoyu talked about the serious matter: "Guzi Jing said Ye Qingtian should have the innate sword intent of great success."
Feng Wuji ignored it and said, "So what? Yu'er, what strength do you think at least need to break this sword?"
Feng Shaoyu thought for a moment and pondered: "At least, it is extremely time-consuming to obtain the cultivation level of the Holy Realm. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself."
"So why can he break it?" Feng Wuji said.
"The boy can't figure it out."
Feng Shaoyu said directly that he had thought about this question for a long time but had no answer.
"Actually, my father can't understand that the Tiangang Sword is not an ordinary Double Yao Holy Sword," said Feng Wuji.
Swish!
As he spoke, he dropped all the broken sword pieces into the stove, looking at it, as if he was planning to recast a Tiangang sword.
Feng Shaoyu didn't dare to speak, and after a while, he said: "Guzi Jing also said that Ye Qingtian might have mastered the mystery of the Holy Scroll."
Feng Wuji's expression did not fluctuate, and he said lightly: "So what?"
Feng Shaoyu pondered without saying a word, anxious, but dared not refute.
After a long time, Feng Wuji, who was looking at the furnace, said: "You go to Shanhe Ling for a year, I have already explained it."
Rule of mountains and rivers!
Feng Shaoyu's pupils shrank suddenly. It was a secret weapon belonging to Zangjian Villa, and the inside was different from the outside world.
It just consumes extremely resources when it is activated. Feng Shaoyu has actually been there once, and according to the ancestral teachings, he cannot go any further.
"Actually there is no need. I am still confident in this battle." Feng Shaoyu said.
"It is a good thing to have faith, but many things cannot be done with confidence. Go. When you see your grandfather, don't mention the matter of breaking the sword with him."
Feng Wuji said lightly: "The golden age is coming, and it is a forced leverage to borrow the Chixiao Sword. The furnace sword must be kept in the Zangjian Villa!"
"promise."
Feng Shaoyu felt an unquestionable momentum under Feng Wuji's calm words, and he nodded and bowed to his goodbye.
When he arrived at the ground, Feng Shaoyu walked directly towards Feng's forbidden area without any hesitation.
In a secluded attic, Feng Yu stood on the eaves, looked at Feng Shaoyu's departure back, and sighed: "I knew you would take this step. My junior brother's life is really hard."
She knew better than anyone else that her elder brother looked elegant on the outside but was extremely cruel and ruthless on the inside.
Except for a few relatives, he has no feelings for outsiders.
Once it is his decision, there will be no change. Once the person he defines as his opponent, there will never be any kindness, no matter whether he is a junior or not.
"The person you should meet must be met at first."
At the end, Feng Yu made up some kind of determination.
In the night, she flew away lightly like a butterfly, with the same direction as Feng Shaoyu, and she also wanted to go to Shanheling.