Gossip rivers and lakes, I tell fortunes and storytellers in Qixia Town

"That's all I can say."

"It's not like I said something about the realm, so you can understand it."

"If you can comprehend it just by talking about it, wouldn't the first-rank warriors in the rivers and lakes be rotten?"

Feng Qingyang immediately put his arms around his beard, stared at Xiao Xuan with staring eyes, and secretly cursed in his heart.

What he wants to hear is this last level.

I took off my pants and you told me that I need to understand it by myself?

"you!"

Feng Qingyang hesitated to speak, the words he blurted out were swallowed abruptly.

After realizing this matter, Xiao Xuan really didn't help him.

If you are pointed out by others, if you want to understand it, you will inevitably take many detours.

Moreover, such things as comprehending the realm are really not something that can be comprehended just by talking about it.

He experienced these things when he was young.

The master leads the door, and the practice depends on the individual. After a person has practiced swords to a certain level, if he wants to improve, he can only rely on his own understanding.

This is also one of the reasons why savvy is the most important thing in the arena.

Because understanding determines how far a person can go.

I really didn't expect Xiao Xuan's understanding of Dugu Qiubai to be so deep!

It is even more unexpected that Dugu Qiubai's lifelong sword intent and realm are still buried in the burial ground where Dugu Qiubai is buried.

I can't wait to go to Jianzhong to see what's going on right now.

Feng Qingyang nodded after a pause.

"All right!"

"Thank you, Mr. Xiao, for letting me know."

"The old man will remember what Mr. Xiao said."

"The old man still has important things to do, so he won't stay."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingyang stood up, his mind was full of Dugu Qiubai's Jianzhong.

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around and looked at Xiao Xuandao as if he remembered something.

"but..."

"Boy, the competition between us is not over yet."

"I'll come back to you when the old man finishes his work!"

Xiao Xuan smiled lightly, glanced at Feng Qingyang who walked to the door, and reminded.

"Don't forget the agreement between you and me."

Feng Qingyang didn't know, so he frowned, thinking that this kid finally couldn't help but pretend to be aggressive again, but he didn't expect to tell himself not to forget to take the sword.

Really a guy who won't suffer.

Shaking his head slightly, Feng Qingyang ignored it, turned around and walked towards the door.

Outside the inn, an old man was sitting on the street smoking a cigarette. After a while, he tapped the sole of his shoe with the cigarette and stood up after pouring out the ash.

The wind blows, rolling up the red leaves all over the sky.

The dusk at the end of summer is a bit cold for some reason.

Falling leaves do not seem to be a sight this season.

The daylight of Youshi elongated the street, and the windy footsteps just stepped out of the inn.

Feng Qingyang was a little curious, and carefully looked at the few fallen leaves in front of him.

The leaves fall slowly, and so does the wind.

Slow enough to make people mistakenly think that someone stopped time.

Feng Qingyang frowned, followed the fallen leaves and moved his gaze slowly, until that fragile leaf cut off his long beard.

Only at this moment did he know.

What falls is not a leaf, but a sword, a sword that can be seen!

What blows is not the wind, but Qi, the invisible sword Qi!

Sometimes what you see isn't necessarily true.

Just like what is scary now is not the fallen leaves, but the invisible attacking sword energy!

I don't know when it started, the world is full of desolation and death.

The formidable sword energy quietly came to the side like an uninvited guest, lifted the five long beards that were windy and clear, and cut off the white strands full of years without noticing.

Feng Qingyang reached out to take the severed white beard, his eyes were full of astonishment.

There is no murderous aura in this sword aura.

The leaves that cut off the white beard did not contain killing intent.

It's like an invisible exchange, a friendly competition.

But what makes people wonder is, who is making the move at this moment?

Looking back, the guests in the inn were still laughing and talking.

"Where do you think Senior Feng is going?"

"Needless to say, it must be Jianzhong!"

"Hey, tell me, should we go to the Sword Tomb with Senior Feng?"

"Stop making trouble, do you think Senior Feng will agree? He is obviously going to the Sword Tomb to learn the sword, and a few of us will disturb him, do you still want to survive?"

"Hey, it would be great if Mr. Xiao knew martial arts. I really want to see Senior Feng and Mr. Xiao compete!"

"Don't be ridiculous, if Mr. Xiao really knows martial arts, we will still have the opportunity to listen to Mr. Xiao's storytelling in the future? Shouldn't everyone in the world come to compete with Mr. Xiao?"

"That's right, hey...it's a pity, I haven't seen what it's like to fight between masters!"

"It's as if someone has seen it before, haven't I seen it either?"

"..."

The sound in the inn was very chaotic and noisy, but Feng Qingyang felt that he had never been so quiet in his life.

It was so quiet that one could even hear the sound of sword qi crisscrossing.

Yan Shisan on the side suddenly stood up, aware of the indistinct but extremely sharp sword energy.

Looking outside the door, he met Feng Qingyang's astonished gaze.

At this time Xiao Xuan raised his wine glass, took a sip and said lazily.

"It's windy, Senior Feng remember to walk slowly."

Chapter 57 Mr. Xiao, I Can't Break Your Sword

When looking at Xiao Xuan, Feng Qingyang's gaze was very horrified.

It's windy, let's go slower.

If this sentence is heard by others, it will definitely not make any sense.

But at this time Feng Qingyang knew that the wind outside the inn was very slow but extremely sharp.

Even if he was Feng Qingyang, he didn't dare to go out hastily, otherwise the one who would be cut off in the next step might not be as simple as a beard.

At this time, the sword energy was raging outside the door, but Feng Qingyang was the only one who saw it.

Hearing Xiao Xuan's words, Feng Qingyang was suspicious.

Is this Xiao Xuan's move?

Is it really him?

Last night, what he saw was not Xiao Xuan like this.

Or, Xiao Xuan himself is not the person he saw last night?

The current Xiao Xuan is much more powerful than the Xuan Tianxiao from last night.

But to say no, Feng Qingyang felt that this sword energy was extremely familiar.

It is the taste of returning to the sect of ten thousand swords.

It's just that yesterday's Wan Jian Guizong was tangible, but now it's intangible.

If Xiao Xuan is Xuan Tianxiao, then why didn't he appear in this trick last night?

Is the Taoist from Quanzhen not worthy?

Or is it better to kill a chicken with a sledgehammer?

If Xiao Xuan is Xuan Tianxiao, then this storyteller is too scary.

He thought that using water to transform the sword was already his limit.

But did not expect.

This young man was able to transform a sword with gas.

Before meeting Xiao Xuan, he had never met anyone who could do this.

Is this still internal force?

Daoist Chongxu of Wudang Mountain has strong inner strength and his own sword energy, but he can't do this!

Invisible sword energy, murderous intentions everywhere, ten thousand swords return to the clan, this is probably the end of the way of swordsmanship, right?

The scene in front of him seemed ordinary, but it was full of dangers.

He hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.

According to the five levels of realm that Mr. Xiao just mentioned, is this the fourth level of realm, and all plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords?

Or is it the fifth level, where no sword is better than a sword?

Feng Qingyang didn't know, perhaps only after going to the Sword Tomb, could he understand something.

But he couldn't believe that at such an age, Xiao Xuan, who looked like he was only in his 20s, could be so accomplished in the way of swordsmanship.

Even he couldn't achieve the realm of turning the sword into a sword and returning to the clan with thousands of swords.

What is the origin of this Xiao Xuan!

Is he really just a storyteller?

Looking back at this moment, Feng Qingyang felt that this person was too mysterious.

Facing the sword energy in front of him, Feng Qingyang shook his head helplessly and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha!"

"Sure enough, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead."

"Mr. Xiao's sword opened my eyes."

As soon as the words fell, the wind outside the door stopped.

The red leaves fell at Feng Qingyang's feet, and it was extremely quiet for a while.

The guest officers in the lobby looked at Feng Qingyang and then at Xiao Xuan in confusion, asking what happened just now?

"No, I just went to take a pee, did I miss something?"

"I don't know, I've been here all this time, and I didn't see what happened just now!"

"What does this old man mean? Mr. Xiao's sword? Did Mr. Xiao bring a sword? Why didn't I see it?"

"Could it be that Mr. Xiao and Senior Feng Qingyang have already compared their swords just now? Isn't this too unbelievable? I'm sitting here and I didn't see anything."

"Is this the realm of high-level people?"