He felt like he was being watched by countless pairs of eyes, and he felt a chill go down his back.
After glancing around, it turned out that after landing, all the practitioners nearby were attracted by the two of them.
And some people have already recognized Chen Peiyao, the unpopular champion of the outer courtyard and the genius of the inner courtyard Chen Peiyao visited Daming Lake. This is big news no matter what time!
In this way, it was spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and hundreds to thousands, and more and more people came to watch.
Chen Peiyao didn't care much. She had long been accustomed to the feeling of being watched. After all, gold shines wherever it goes, and genius attracts attention wherever it goes.
Tang Baihu ignored these bystanders and forcibly took the trembling sword.
Before he could take a closer look, the long sword suddenly flew into the sky and returned to the scabbard on Chen Peiyao's back.
Tang Baihu was stunned for a moment. He looked at the "Lightning Whip" that had transformed into two fingers, and suddenly felt like he hated iron for not being able to become steel.
Look at people, this is called urine sex, unlike you, it’s nothing!
Chen Peiyao smiled, pulled out the sword again, and handed it to Tang Baihu's hand.
"No nonsense!"
Just as the sword was about to vibrate, it suddenly became quiet like an obedient child upon hearing this.
Tang Baihu was amazed and couldn't help but look at the sword carefully.
The long sword is completely snow-white, and the blade is thin and light. It is completely different from the conventional long sword. Instead, it looks like a soft sword.
Tang Baihu had a pirated copy of Haoran's righteous energy to protect his body, but he could also feel the coldness emanating from the sword.
"What a sword!"
He admired from the bottom of his heart, this weapon was countless times better than his "Lightning Whip".
No, to be precise, there is no comparability between the two.
To compare this long sword with "Lightning Whip" is simply an insult!
Looking carefully, he inexplicably felt a desolate and sad atmosphere from the quiet snow-white sword.
Tang Baihu couldn't help but be immersed in it. He seemed to see the endless white snow and the huge storm sweeping the world.
Loneliness, isolation, vicissitudes of life, terror...
His eyes blurred, and the picture disappeared immediately, leaving the familiar yet unfamiliar sword in his sight.
Tang Baihu shook his head and raised his head.
What's going on?
With a glance out of the corner of my eye, I saw a thick layer of frost on the surface of Daming Lake!
Oh My God!
It's summer, and the sun is so bright right above my head!
It's not snowing or hailing, how the hell did you get it?!
No, when did you freeze? I didn’t seem to be watching when I flew over just now...
As his feeling gradually recovered, he seemed to hear Chen Peiyao's urgent voice: "Brother Xiaohu...Brother Xiaohu?"
But apart from her voice, there were also noisy human voices.
"I'll go, why did I shiver just now? I feel like my whole body is about to be frozen!"
"Look! Daming Lake is actually frozen!"
"What the hell? So outrageous? Could it be Tang Baihu who did it again? Look, he fainted. Oh my god, how did he do it?"
"What are you talking about? Brother Tang is responsible for why the lake is frozen? Can anyone help explain it?"
"..."
No one replied to him, because everyone else was also confused. Not only them, but even Tang Baihu, the initiator of all this, was also confused.
Only Chen Peiyao's face was full of surprise: "Can you see it?"
She suddenly thought of something: "Yes, I heard that brother Xiaohu has realized the whip intention a long time ago. Although martial arts all over the world have different paths and reach the same goal, I didn't expect that you can directly realize the sword intention from the whip intention!"
Tang Baihu couldn't hide the shock in his heart. Is this the legendary mid-level artifact from the platoon...
Just one glance can draw people into its world.
"A long wind blows snow...wind and snow?"
"Yeah." Chen Peiyao did not deny it.
"If you don't mind, can you tell me the story of this sword?" For some reason, Tang Baihu felt that this sword must have a very special story.
Chen Peiyao laughed happily. She did not expect that brother Xiaohu would also like to let her tell him stories.
She took the sword and stroked it gently. The sword trembled slightly and moaned, seeming to enjoy it very much.
"Legend has it that hundreds of years ago, there was a swordsman named Chui Xue."
"He had a sweetheart who also practiced swordsmanship, but later he was accidentally trapped by his inner demons and fell into the devil's way."
"In the fight between the two, Fubuki was outmatched because of her soft-heartedness, and was eventually killed by her lover. After she killed Fubuki and came to her senses, she felt so painful that she built a tombstone for him and erected his sword in front of it.
"
"In the hundreds of years after Fubuki's death, many ambitious people eager to get his sword went to his tomb at great cost. But for some reason, whenever they wanted to get close to the sword, they would blow
A strange gust of wind will come, and all those who come will be swallowed up."
"Some people say that this is his beloved protecting his last paradise."
Tang Baihu waited for a long time, and when he saw that Chen Peiyao had no further words, he asked in confusion: "Have you finished speaking?"
"Huh?" Chen Peiyao shook her head in confusion: "This is the story of 'Long Wind Blowing Snow'. Is there anything I missed?"
Tang Baihu feels bad. What you said seems to make sense. Normally speaking, the story is indeed finished, but it always feels like something is missing.
How should I put it...is it a little too monotonous?
What about the details?
What about the climax?
Generally speaking, the death of a swordsman should be very tragic, right? Wouldn’t it cause strange phenomena in the world?
And since people have been trying to steal his sword for hundreds of years, a gust of wind blew and they were wiped out? Shouldn't you tell me these processes in detail?
Good guy, it’s a good thing you didn’t read the story, it’s too pale and concise!
"Um... that's quite good!"
"How should I put it? It's concise, powerful, and easy to understand!"
Tang Baihu couldn't help but admire, and then asked: "Is there any sword more valuable than this in the entire Xingyuan Academy?"
When Chen Peiyao heard the praise, she smiled lightly and shook her head indifferently: "No."
"If you think about it seriously, is it really gone? Shouldn't there be a sword that is more powerful than your 'Changfengchuixue'?" Tang Baihu said seriously.
Chen Peiyao's smile faltered, she tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said seriously: "No."
"Really no more?"
"It's really gone!"
Hearing this, Tang Baihu's heart sank. He also felt that there shouldn't be, but it shouldn't be!
The instruments are divided into four levels and five levels. Although Changfeng Chuixue is of high level, it is only a middle-level divine level. Looking at the entire inner and outer courtyard, there may be no disciples' swords that can compare with it, but even the swords of the elders, principals and deputy deans are
Are weapons no match?
If this is really the case, then they must be a little too shameless.
And the sword that the masked man was looking for last night, wasn't it Chen Peiyao's Chang Feng Chui Xue?
Even the big bosses from Xingyuan Academy couldn't take down this guy. Now if he is thinking about Chen Peiyao, what means can she, a little girl, have to protect herself?
"It's over!" Tang Baihu was anxious.
When Chen Peiyao saw this, she rolled her eyes and guessed it immediately.
"Brother Xiaohu, are you worried about the masked man last night?"