No one in Wudicheng dared to leave the city, and Xu Fengnian did not gain any more. He bent his fingers several times and pulled several weapons away in the air. Like the elm-pod sword, it was nailed into the ground a few feet in front of Zhou Mu. The big gun dragon surrounded the beam and inserted it diagonally in front of a master with a gun. A short red sword with a slender waist swept away from the city and fell into the hands of a swordsman. It was scattered, and more than a dozen sharp weapons had a new master. After a brief shock, these more than a dozen people bowed to Xu Fengnian outside the city to show their gratitude. This was not just a joy in Xu Fengnian's gift, but also a kind of grace of knowing the encounter. Among the people, another one was

Ji Wuming's thin boy was most noticeable. He actually got the big frost long sword back sheathed. After being given a knife, the boy could not control the heavy famous sword like a living creature. He was dragged by the knife for dozens of steps, and then he fell to the ground, then hugged the frost knife tightly and grinned. No one else could smile. The boy was born in the city, and his parents were a pair of top killers who retired from the world. He died a few years ago in a bloody attack by unknown enemies. The boy carried the knife on his shoulder and ran out of the city. He said to the guy who treated the masters all over the city in the future. As long as he was willing to teach him how to practice the sword, he Lu Yunchang would be willing to work hard.

Xu Fengnian asked for three spacious carriages to carry items. One of the old spies in Fushuifang who had been dormant in Wudi City for many years came to the surface and drove the first carriage. He was crying when he drove, and he couldn't stop him. Lu Yunchang had been with the three sects and the other sects in Wudi City since he was a child. He was proficient in everything and was responsible for the second carriage. He learned how to drive his apprentice Wang Sheng, the palace queen. Xu Fengnian sat next to her and continued to tell her about the introduction to martial arts. In addition to the carriage, the elderly spies also had to take care of six extra horses. Because the carriage was loaded beyond imagination, they needed to change horses from time to time.

Four people, three cars, twelve horses, plus the more than 400 weapons, drove out of the East China Sea leisurely, and then walked along the southern edge of Pingfan of the Jingji River to a small arc that seemed to be there and not be there. When the team reached the top of the arc, Xu Fengnian stood on the hill near an isolated city pass and looked at the southern scenery for a long time.

Wang Sheng and Lu Yunchang were not very good at each other. Wang Sheng couldn't stand Lu Yunchang's smiley face and didn't act in front of her master. Lu Yunchang didn't like the pedantic "younger". The two of them were in a stubborn manner. As long as they met, they would fight each other continuously. However, what Lu Yunchang was most afraid of was not the god who gave the sword. In the eyes of the smart boy, he naturally would not care about anything with him. But the old guy who always liked to whisper to horses, the slick Lu Yunchang was afraid to die. It was very simple. The old man was a very powerful figure in the city of Wudi. It was rumored that he would sleep in mountains of gold and silver. Even Yu Xinlang borrowed money from the old man surnamed Liu, who was nicknamed "Oil Selling Man".

When Xu Fengnian stood at the highest point of the terrain, not far away, Wang Sheng not only wore the wooden sword on his waist, but also carried the red sandalwood sword box, and also tied four city-head swords with a rope crookedly, namely the scorpion sword, the three-inch sword "Duzhu" personally cast by Cao Ye, the old Northern Han Confucian Confucian, Huang Cishan, the talisman sword "Wild Crane", and the long sword that once pierced the belly of the Emperor of Dongyue. The sword energy was so cold that it penetrated into the skin, making Wang Sheng's lips blue and purple.

The master did not say why she was punished, but told her that she would carry another sword in less than half a year. In contrast, Lu Yunchang was too relaxed and comfortable. He carried the big frost and long sword all day long, showing off his sarcasm, as if he had married a Shui Ling wife, and he had to hold it in his arms when he was sleeping. At this moment, he was surrounded by Wang Sheng. The young man was immersed in many habits in the world and knew that in the sect, he was concerned about seniority. Although he was a little quarrel with Wang Sheng, he didn't want to have too much relationship with this god's disciple.

Lu Yunchang asked in a low voice: "Wang Mutou, what are our masters looking at?"

Wang Sheng's lips were pursed tightly, just staring at the master's silhouette, unwilling to pay attention to the boy beside him.

Lu Yunchang was used to being ignored by this lump of elm, and asked tirelessly: "You know who the age-old swordsman was. I tell you, his identity is amazing. He is called Chai Qingshan, an old sword immortal from Dongyue Sword Pond, a master at Guangling Road, and a guest of Zhao Yi. The leader of the Sword Pond Song Nianqing had to call him "Uncle Master, otherwise our master would return it to him, including the four swords in the strange grass? Of course, it is not that our master is afraid of Chai Qingshan, this is the human knowledge among the heroes in the world. Wang Mutou, learn a little..."

Wang Sheng finally couldn't help but turn his head and stare, "Don't say 'our master', my master never recognizes you as his apprentice!"

Lu Yunchang reached out and patted the scabbard of "Da Shuang" and said, "Touching his conscience, where can I go to find a talented disciple like me? Look at you, I have carved so many swords, and I am not as famous as my sword."

Wang Sheng simply didn't talk nonsense to him.

The old spy named Liu probably had enough nagging with Ma. He walked to the two children, squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil and pinned it in his palm, and sniffed it.

When one thing descended on another, Lu Yunchang suddenly became silent and took the initiative to sew his mouth.

Wang Sheng was not afraid of this taciturn senior, but he couldn't feel close to him.

The old man did not deliberately win over the two children who were originally destined to never have any interaction in his life, but deep down he really envied these two lucky kids. They may not know how great this opportunity is for the time being.

The Liyang Dynasty had the most powerful vassal king, the Northern Liang king.

He even made Wang Xianzhi's warrior himself.

The old man sighed in a low voice for no reason: "It's like sitting in a glass screen, the four cloths are so well-worn. Over the years, it's really hard for our eldest son to be the eldest son of the general."

Wang Sheng didn't hear the old man muttering anything. Lu Yun couldn't help but squat down and asked, "Mr. Liu, what are you talking about? Tell me?"

The old man turned his hands to rub the soil, looked into the distance, and said coldly: "The best encounter is the most coincidental, and the most difficult to get the fun. Boy, remember to cherish your blessings. With such good luck, you can't find many copies of the world."

Lu Yunchang remained silent, sat cross-legged, carried the Dashuang Long Knife on his shoulders, and put his hands on the scabbard casually, with his eyes firm.

Then he headed straight northwest. No one dared to touch this bad news along the way. Many top local sects took the initiative to escort three carriages. At most, they stood respectfully on the side of the road. When they saw the young vassal king on the carriage, they bowed with fists. No matter whether they were sixty years old or old, they would do their best to be a junior, and they would just be familiar with their faces.

When the carriage drove into Hezhou, Wang Sheng had eight swords tied up on his body, like a hedgehog, quite funny.

Today, Xu Fengnian sat in the carriage of the spy surnamed Liu, chatting about the wars in the Spring and Autumn Period. His real name was an elderly spy who had been abandoned for half his life. He looked at the already very unfamiliar northwest wind and laughed softly: "They are already three dustpans of loess and two dustpans pressed on them. I really didn't expect to come back alive and smell the smell of wind and sand here. At the age of age, even if I could dream about it, the old people and things became vague."

Xu Fengnian said calmly: "The Wudi City is no longer the focus of Southeast spies. Beimang will soon invade the south, and you need you even more here."

The old man nodded and said, "Take a step back and say that as long as you can die here, it is better than anything else."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "Master often mentioned you during his lifetime."

The old man sighed: "There are many green mountains and clear waters in the southeast, and although they are warm, they are very cold. However, in the northwest, the weather is cold, but the earth is cold, but they don't feel cold."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "No wonder Master always says you like to drop book bags, and privately call you the sour seller."

The old man was stunned for a moment and laughed loudly.

The old man suddenly looked solemn, Xu Fengnian waved his hand and said, "You keep going, don't wait for me."

A thin old man appeared on the post road, with empty hands but the sword intent was so strong that he almost entered the land god again.

Xu Fengnian got off the carriage and walked slowly. The three carriages passed by the old man who was not conspicuous.

When Xu Fengnian walked about ten feet apart, the old man took the initiative to take a step back intentionally or unintentionally, and Xu Fengnian also stopped.

Xu Fengnian asked, "Didn't the tomb master carry a sword?"

The calm-looking old man didn't say anything, but just stared at the young man who was making the world goblins.

The old man finally said slowly: "You are going downhill."

Xu Fengnian said calmly: "Things are reasonable. The master of the tomb is worthy of choosing a good place and a good time."

The old man smiled and said, "Are you still picking a good opponent?"

Xu Fengnian didn't say anything, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Wu Family Sword Tomb, the contemporary head of the family, the real owner of the second famous sword in the world, Wu Jian.

An old man who has almost never competed with a master outside the sect in his life, but has become a well-deserved master of swordsmanship.

To count it, Xu Fengnian and the old man were still in love with each other, but his mother gave up his identity as a sword crown and violated the rules of the Wu clan. The face of the Sword Master was cut by countless sword energy, so he had to cover his armor. Xu Fengnian told this mother that she liked the old man who went to Jianzhong Mountain to count swords and wash swords every year, and had no favoritism.

Li Chungang once went to the sword tomb to obtain a sword wearing a wooden horse and cow.

Deng Tai'a was the illegitimate son of the Wu family. He also died on Jianshan. Finally, he set up his own business and raised his own flying sword and became the Peach Blossom Sword God.

The leaders of the two generations of swordsmen in the world were unable to bypass the dead tomb that buried countless famous swordsmen.

Perhaps because of Li Chungang in front and Deng Taia behind, the old men on the post road were not the best kendo, but there were absolutely no one who could take it lightly.

In the past, only Wang Xianzhi could do it.

Xu Fengnian, who had surpassed Wang Xianzhi at the beginning, could do it, but it was no longer possible now.

The old man was introverted and had no master's style at all. He smiled, as if he was chatting with his juniors. He asked with a smile: "You ask me why I didn't come with my sword?"

Xu Fengnian frowned and soon felt relieved.

The old man finally took a step forward.

When a person arrives, the sword arrives.

What's wrong with having the King of Su or not?
Chapter completed!