"Junior Yun Feiyang, Chi Feilong asks to see the master."
Outside the bamboo house, Chi Feilong and Yun Feiyang both called respectfully into the bamboo house.
"Please come in" "Squeak!"
Yun Feiyang gently pushed the door in and saw Wuchen sitting cross-legged in front of the wooden table.
The two of them quickly stepped forward and saluted: "Junior Yun Feiyang and Chi Feilong have met the master."
"Feiyang, Feilong, you're welcome, sit down," Wuchen said, pointing to the chair in front of the table.
"Master Xie" sat in front of Master Wuchen.
Seeing the two of them sitting down, Wuchen immediately picked up the teapot in front of him and poured tea for them.
Chi Feilong quickly stood up and held Master Wuchen's hand, saying loudly: "Master, even my mentor must respect you when he sees you.
Brother, how dare we drink the tea poured by the master?
Let me do it."
Seeing Chi Feilong like this, Wuchen couldn't refuse, and sighed and said: "Feiyang, Feilong, you brothers are good at everything, but you are too polite, which makes the poor monk feel a little uncomfortable.
In fact, you should learn from him, he When we get together, I talk about Buddhist scriptures and spiritual practice without too many secular rituals.
I think you are not as good as Feng'er in this regard."
"Haha, Master, Feng'er is young.
Please forgive me if I am disrespectful."
Yun Feiyang said politely, but he was happy in his heart.
Yunfeng could have such a state of mind and talk freely in front of a peak sword master.
How could he be unhappy?
"By the way, Master, you called me here, I don't know what's the matter."
Chi Feilong stood up and filled the teacup in front of Wuchen, looking at Master Wuchen expectantly and asked softly.
"In the past few days, I have thought of a way to temporarily resolve the violent energy in Feng'er's body.
However, it can only temporarily solve the crux of it, but it cannot cure it.
If we want to cure the violent energy in Feng'er's heart, we must have to deal with him.
After receiving his retribution, when the hatred in his heart disappears, the violent energy in his body will naturally dissipate as well," Wu Chen said sternly.
Yun Feiyang and Chi Feilong nodded slightly.
"This is the humanoid body drawn by Lao Na.
You have someone make a cross out of jg steel according to the drawing and bury it deep in the open space near Binshui Stream."
Wuchen handed a piece of paper to Chi Feilong, who took it.
When you unfold the drawing, you can see a human body shape drawn on the paper, but it has eight long legs.
Annotation under the drawing: This humanoid frame is one foot tall, one meter wide and thick, and its eight legs are two meters long and weighs About a thousand pounds.
After reading this picture, the two brothers looked at each other with great confusion.
"You need someone to build it first, and then I will tell you how to use it."
Seeing the confusion on Yun Feiyang and Chi Feilong's faces, Master Wuchen said with a smile.
"Yes, Master, I will immediately order someone to build it, and it will be delivered to the back mountain within ten days."
Yun Feiyang knew that Wuchen would not lie to him.
Although he had doubts in his heart, he did it immediately.
"Feiyang, Mr.
Feilong has one more thing that I need to ask for your opinion on."
Wuchen looked at the two of them and said with a smile.
"Master, please speak up if you have anything to say," Yun Feiyang and Chi Feilong said seriously.
"I created a set of "Tiangang Palm Techniques" ten years ago, which belongs to the Zhigang Zhiyang lineage.
I have been looking for people to pass on this set of palm techniques.
When I first saw Feng'er, I I knew that this palm technique was tailor-made for the domineering fire attribute sword energy in his body.
In the past, I was worried that too domineering martial arts would encourage the violent energy in Feng'er's body, so I didn't do it.
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I don't want to think about this anymore.
But now, I want the "Tiangang Palm" to draw out all the violent energy in his body.
But Feiyang, you are Yunfeng's master, so I want to know your opinion.
As a senior from Mainland China, Wuchen knew very well that even if he was a strong Sword Emperor, it would be extremely rude to teach other disciples martial arts, as it would make the other disciple's elders appear incompetent.
That's why he wanted to seek Yun Feiyang's opinion today.
"Haha, Master, you are too ignorant.
You are like a mentor in my Yanzi Sect.
Therefore, which disciple you can teach martial arts to is their destiny.
Master can decide this matter himself.
There is no need to ask.
My opinion."
How could Yun Feiyang not be happy when he heard Master Wuchen passing on the Yunfeng Palm technique?
When he was young, Master Wuchen often taught him how to practice.
"That's good.
Then order someone to cast the iron giant as soon as possible.
Then you will know its wonderful use."
Seeing that Yun Feiyang had no objection, Wuchen was relieved.
"Master, I'll make arrangements right away.
Junior brother, please stay here with me," Yun Feiyang said seriously.
He saluted Master Wuchen, turned around and left.
"Feiyang, you can just let Feilong do this.
As the leader, you are busy with worries, so go get down to business first."
Wuchen looked at the two of them and said loudly.
"Okay, Master, let's go first.
If you have anything to do, just ask the waiter to do it.
I will take my leave."
After Yun Feiyang finished speaking, the two of them stood up and exchanged some polite words with Master Wuchen. , and quickly left the back mountain.
"Thousands of miles away in just one day, chasing the stars and chasing the moon, who can stay?
I come and go freely, walking in the snow without leaving a trace."
Yunfeng read these four sentences over and over again, but his speed did not stop for a moment. , The cloud wind at this time is like a gray smoke, leaving a long shadow wherever it appears.
However, the disciples guarding the mountain of Yanzimen were even more headache-ridden.
With their level of cultivation, it was even more difficult to distinguish Yunfeng's phantom-like figure.
They clearly saw a gray figure jumping down the mountain, but the disciples didn't even see clearly what the other party looked like, and the other party had already disappeared.
When everyone thought it was dazzled, the gray figure suddenly flew up from the bottom of the mountain.
The disciples guarding the mountain were frightened and they quickly activated the traps and dark crossbows, but in the blink of an eye the gray figure disappeared again.
The disciple guarding the mountain quickly reported the matter to the leader Yun Feiyang, but saw that the leader was also frowning at first.
After a long time, bursts of excitement suddenly flashed in Yun Feiyang's eyes, and he murmured to himself: "Feng'er's phantom trace should have reached the peak of "entry".
"Yunlong, tell the disciples guarding the mountain that they were just dazzled by the phantoms they were looking at.
Tell them not to be frightened.
Then you go to the back mountain and tell your junior brother Feng not to run around in the front mountain anymore, so as not to scare others."
Yun Feiyang looked at it.
Yunlong said loudly to the side.
"Master, are you saying that the gray shadow is Junior Brother Feng?"
Yunlong asked in confusion.
"Then do you think there is anyone else?"
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Yun Feiyang said with a smile. .
"Yes, Master" Yunlong shouted excitedly, turned around and walked towards the mountain gate.
"You brat, how many more surprises do you have for me?
I really hope you can take revenge as soon as possible.
Then, I can safely hand over the burden of these swallows to you.
Don't let me let you go."
I'm disappointed."
Yun Feiyang muttered to himself as he stood in the main hall, staring into the distance.
In the waterfall of Binshuijian in the back of Yushan Mountain, Yunfeng's figure flashed rapidly in the waterfall.
The Dragon Sword in his hand flew rapidly in the waterfall.
The fiery red sword energy was attached to the sword body, just like a red thread.
The little dragon is swimming in the water.
Sword-breaking posture, sword-blocking posture, sword-breaking posture, sword-hiding posture, sword-cutting posture, sword-protecting posture, sword-hooking posture, sword-stepping posture, sword-breaking posture, sword-breaking posture, the sword moves with the shadow, and the person moves with the sword.
The shadows of the sword flashed rapidly.
Yunfeng had rehearsed these ten sword moves countless times, but so far he had only been able to fully comprehend the "Breaking Sword Style".
"When will I be able to understand all the ten sword moves?
If it is then, I will encounter a strong man at the peak of the Sword King.
I am afraid he will not be able to protect himself."
Yunfeng murmured to himself, standing beside the waterfall.
He let the waterfall hit his generous body without feeling any discomfort.
Suddenly, there was a trace of energy fluctuations near the lake, but the fluctuations were extremely weak, just like ordinary swordsmen.
However, this person was able to reach the lake in an instant, and his soul and consciousness covered the surrounding area of nearly 400 meters without feeling it.
Seeing this, Yunfeng secretly felt a chill in his heart.
If his enemies in the world were in such a state, how would he face them?
"Whoosh!"
A gray shadow rushed out of the waterfall at high speed.
The nearly thirty-meter lake surface seemed to be unable to stop him for a moment.
With a "pop" sound, the man stood firmly on the rocks beside the lake.
"Haha, Feng'er, after just a few dozen days, your body skills have improved a lot.
It's really rare."
Master Wuchen looked at Yunfeng's handsome body skills when he jumped out of the waterfall with a giant sword on his back. , I felt in my heart that even at my age, there was probably a big gap between him and me.
"Master, you are ridiculous.
This junior's cultivation is nothing compared to you, master."
Yunfeng said lightly.
"Feng'er, come with me," Tianchen said, and before he could see anyone moving, he was already dozens of meters away
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