Gu Zijing actually didn't want to say more, 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 Dacheng Galaxy Sword Intention and condensed it into the Sun Sword Star or the Taiyin Sword Star. The sword intention can be transformed into the Galaxy Descending."
Gu Zijing said righteously.
"puff!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Wuji burst out laughing and said sarcastically: "Dacheng Xinghe Sword Intent? Brother Gu, are you kidding me? You might as well just say he is a beautician."
Gu Zijing's face darkened, Zhao Wuji's words clearly offended him.
"Brother Gu is overly worried. Ye Qingtian is very strong, but it's not as exaggerated as he thought." Feng Shaoyu quickly smoothed things over.
Gu Zijing put down the wine glass and said, "I'm not saying much, but it seems I can't drink this wine. In three days, I wish the young owner good luck!"
He didn't waste any time and stood up to say goodbye regardless of the request.
"Huh, you boneless guy, you just lost a game, you don't have any temper at all. As a member of the Sword Alliance, your elbows are turned outwards, what can you pretend to be." Zhao Wuji said disdainfully.
Jiang Yunting smiled and said nothing.
He had already noticed that Gu Zijing admired Ye Qingtian, and he felt that Feng Shaoyu had broken the ancestral rules and acted unethically.
"Brother Gu is the direct descendant of the Ice Emperor. He is somewhat arrogant. Brother Zhao doesn't need to take it to heart." Feng Shaoyu said.
"So what if the Ice Emperor passed it on personally? It's not like he was defeated." Zhao Wuji was dissatisfied.
"It's getting late, Jiang has something to do, so he's leaving first."
Jiang Yunting felt that it was boring and there was no point in staying any longer, so he stood up and left.
Feng Shaoyu asked Feng Shengling to see off the guests. He and Zhao Wuji were the only two people left at the table, and the smile on his face gradually faded a lot.
"Thirty-six days away, the stars are coming into my dream." Feng Shaoyu sighed softly, with a sigh on his face.
"Young Master, are you still worried about Gu Zijing?" Zhao Wuji said.
"Gu Zijing will never make a decision easily. Once he says something, nine times out of ten it will be true." Feng Shaoyu looked cold and arrogant, his eyes deep and distant.
"Isn't it possible?" Zhao Wuji said in shock.
"Regardless of whether this is possible, he will definitely lose in three days." Feng Shaoyu said coldly: "No one can take away the Furnace Sword from Hidden Sword Villa!"
…
When Feng Shaoyu entertained Zhao Wuji and others, two people were talking softly ten thousand meters underground in Hidden Sword Villa.
This is a sword-making room, with a sacred fire burning under the ground for thousands of years.
Above the blazing holy fire is a huge furnace, in which hot molten iron is boiling and flowing.
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 Hidden Sword Villa.
Opposite him was an extremely beautiful woman with delicate cheeks, a pointed brow, and dazzling red lips.
He was lazily drinking wine. This person was none other than Lin Yun's mysterious second senior sister Feng Yu.
"Haven't you seen any clues yet?" Feng Yu said with a somewhat gloating smile, her smile was so beautiful that it captured the imagination.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar shook his head and said: "I can't see it, and I can't understand it. It's incredible that the Tiangang Sword was broken in a mere Nirvana state."
Feng Yu sarcastically said: "Didn't you say there is no quenching?"
"You're lying to outsiders, this sword has been forged a long time ago." The owner of the village, Feng Wuji, was very honest. He looked at Feng Yu and frowned, sighed and said: "Third sister, you came all the way from the East China Sea, just for this
Are you watching the Feng family make a fool of themselves?"
Feng Yu snorted, took a sip of wine, and turned his head to the side: "Why are you refusing to lend me the sword? If you lend it to me, there won't be so many things."
Feng Wuji smiled bitterly and said: "If I really lend it to you, you will definitely give it to Yao Guang. It's not like you don't know the grudge between the old man and Yao Guang, so you have to kill me alive."
"Stingy guy." Feng Yu said dissatisfied.
She suddenly laughed, narrowed her eyes and said, "Does the old man know that the Tiangang Sword he forged is broken?"
"How dare you tell him?" Feng Wuji said.
"Hehe, you have to tell him. Let him always brag that he is the best sword maker in the world, but in the end, a junior will point his nose at him and call him rubbish." Feng Yu said with a heartless smile.
Feng Wuji was so angry that he threw the fragments of the broken sword down heavily: "Third sister, please don't add insult to injury. One yard is the other. This is a matter between Hidden Sword Villa and Tiandao Sect. Let that kid take the sword away.
, you really won’t be able to borrow it, not even at all.”
That's not necessarily true, that's our junior brother!
Feng Yu secretly laughed in his heart, but said on his lips: "I didn't think of a way. You asked me to take action. I have self-proclaimed cultivation and let the sky fall with one hand that night. He is no match for me."
Feng Wuji couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
Feng Yu frowned slightly and said angrily: "Why, do I look very old? I said I can be seventeen years old. I am also a junior of the Feng family, and I can also be a sword guard."
Feng Wuji couldn't resist it, so he had to beg for mercy and said it was okay.
"Dad...aunt."
At this moment, Feng Shaoyu walked in and saw Feng Yu stunned for a moment before saying hello.
"Is something wrong?" Feng Wuji asked.
Feng Shaoyu nodded, but did not say anything directly.
Feng Yu was quite sensible and said with a smile: "You two, father and son, let's talk. I, an outsider, won't interfere."
"Aunt, walk slowly." Feng Shaoyu said.
"Shaoyu, your father was no longer a match for your aunt ten years ago. It's better to discuss many things with your father than with your aunt."
Feng Yu's beautiful eyes rolled around and she spoke with a smile.
Feng Shaoyu was slightly moved when he heard this. He had heard many rumors about this aunt.
"Let's go quickly."
Feng Wuji felt his head hurt when he saw it, and he quickly waved his hand to drive people away.
If you let Feng Yu teach you, your 10% chance of winning will be reduced by 90%, and it won't look any better than giving it for free.
"Xiao Shaoyu, remember to talk to your aunt, she must feel sorry for you." Feng Yu ignored it and said with a smile before leaving.
After Feng Yu left, Feng Shaoyu got down to business: "Gu Zijing said that Ye Qingtian should have great innate swordsmanship."
Feng Wuji didn't take it seriously and said, "So what? Yu'er, what do you think is the minimum strength required to break this sword?"
Feng Shaoyu thought for a moment and muttered: "At least you have to cultivate to the Holy Realm, and it is extremely time-consuming. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself."
"So why can he break it?" Feng Wuji said.
"The kid can't understand."
Feng Shaoyu said directly that he had been thinking about this question for a long time and still had no answer.
"Actually, even my father can't understand that the Tiangang Sword is not an ordinary Shuangyao Holy Sword," Feng Wuji said.
Whoosh!
As he spoke, he dropped all the fragments of the broken sword into the furnace. It looked like he was planning to recast the Tiangang Sword.
Feng Shaoyu didn't dare to speak at the side, and after a while he said: "Gu Zijing also said that Ye Qingtian may know the secret of entering the Holy Scroll."
Feng Wuji's expression did not waver, and he said calmly: "So what?"
Feng Shaoyu was silent, anxious but did not dare to refute.
After a long time, Feng Wuji looked at the furnace and said, "You can go to Shanhe Order and stay for a year. I have already told you."
Mountain and River Order!
Feng Shaoyu's pupils shrank sharply, it was a secret weapon belonging to Hidden Sword Villa, and the time inside it was different from the outside world.
It's just that it consumes a lot of resources to activate it. Feng Shaoyu has actually been there once and can't go again according to his ancestors' instructions.
"Actually, it's not necessary. My child is still confident in this battle." Feng Shaoyu said.
"Having confidence is a good thing, but many things can be done without confidence. Go ahead. When you see your grandfather, don't mention the broken sword to him."
Feng Wuji said calmly: "The golden age is approaching, so we have no choice but to lend the Chixiao Sword. The Furnace Sword must stay at Hidden Sword Villa!"
"promise."
Under Feng Wuji's calm words, Feng Shaoyu felt an unquestionable momentum, and he nodded and said goodbye.
Arriving on the ground, Feng Shaoyu walked directly towards the Feng family's forbidden area without any hesitation.
In a secluded attic, Feng Yu stood on the eaves, looking at Feng Shaoyu's leaving figure, and sighed: "I knew you would take this step. My little junior brother's life is really hard."
She knew better than anyone that her eldest brother looked elegant on the outside, but was extremely ruthless on the inside.
Except for a few relatives, he has no feelings for outsiders.
Once it is decided by him, there will be no change. Once he defines a person as an opponent, he will never show any mercy, no matter whether he is a junior or not.
"You'd better meet the person you should meet."
Finally, Feng Yu made some determination.
In the night, she flew away like a light butterfly in the same direction as Feng Shaoyu. She also wanted to go to Shanhe Order.
