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Chu Feng stopped ten meters in front of him and laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that there are masters in Tang State."

There was no expression on the cold mask of the masked man, and the only thing exposed was a pair of cold eyes.

"Xiangyang Chufeng is well-deserved."

He finally spoke, his voice extremely hoarse and deep.

Chu Feng asked: "Who are you?"

The masked man did not answer Yao Yue's inquiry just now, because the status and martial arts were not equal.

Chu Feng asked this question, but he had to answer it.

"Bad handsome man, Yuan Tiangang."

Chu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

In an instant, a mysterious aura rose between the two of them.

Like a wave, one wave after another.

It's just that sometimes this wave rushes from Chu Feng to Yuan Tiangang, and sometimes it rushes from Yuan Tiangang to Chu Feng.

This wave-like momentum was very powerful, but the aftermath of the impact made Yao Yue take a few steps back.

There was also a storm in her heart at the same time.

How could the martial arts of these two people be so strong?

Just the confrontation of momentum can reach such a level.

She, a ninth-grade expert, couldn't even get close.

Their true energy is probably far more than a hundred years old.

Yao Yue looked at Chu Feng, her eyes couldn't help but shine.

It is really unexpected that this person is so young and has shocking martial arts skills.

You know, he is still holding Lianxing in his arms.

It seemed that Lian Xing was not affected at all, and Chu Feng obviously still had some strength left.

The masked man suddenly began to back away.

The momentum of the two people's confrontation has not diminished at all.

It was as if distance had no effect on them.

The masked man retreated step by step, and finally disappeared around the corner of the mountain road.

The two people's sight was cut off, and their momentum disappeared instantly.

It was quiet in the forest, as if nothing happened.

Yao Yue took a breath.

From this point of view, the confrontation between the two just now was full of energy.

It can send out and receive freely.

Their martial arts skills are unimaginably high.

Yao Yue suddenly felt something strange. She lowered her head and was shocked.

There was a lump of earth protruding from Chu Feng's feet.

Yao Yue remembered clearly that there was absolutely no such dirt bag just now.

Was this dirt bag made by Chu Feng?

why?

Yao Yue's eyes flashed and she turned her gaze to where Yuan Tiangang was standing just now.

There, a pair of footprints dug deeply into the ground.

Yao Yue understood instantly.

In the brief confrontation just now, Yuan Tiangang was defeated.

He couldn't resist Chu Feng's true energy and fell into the ground.

No wonder he retreated, it turned out that he knew he was invincible.

However, why is Chu Feng's martial arts so similar to the Ming Yu Gong of Yihua Palace, and it is also the Ming Yu Gong of the ninth level.

Chapter 2: The Palace Master Yaoyue who is not easily satisfied

Yaoyue remembered that her master had said that this phenomenon would occur when Mingyu Kung Fu reaches the ninth level.

Just because the true energy in his body at that time has formed a vortex, no matter what touches him, it will be swept away by the true energy vortex, just like a swimmer encountering a whirlpool.

How could Chu Feng know this sect's martial arts?

Could it be that he is actually the senior of our sect?

No, not possible!

He, he is a man.

When did Yihua Palace have a male disciple?

Late at night, the three of them lived in the cave.

Chu Feng helped Lian Xing check it out.

Her left hand and left foot recovered quickly, and she will be able to walk like a normal person tomorrow, but it is still not good enough to fight enemies.

Yao Yue looked at Chu Feng and suddenly asked, "Do you know how to master the Jade Art?"

Chu Feng looked up at her and nodded slightly.

"Has your Ming Yu Gong reached the ninth level?" Yao Yue asked again.

Hearing this, even Lian Xing looked over in surprise.

Chu Feng still nodded slightly.

"Where did you learn this from?" Yao Yue asked eagerly.

Chu Feng smiled and said: "I am a genius. I can learn all the martial arts in this world. It just depends on whether it is useful and whether I want to learn it."

"Can you, can you let us see?"

Yao Yue bit her lower lip and asked.

Chu Feng smiled slightly and performed the ninth-level Ming Yu Gong.

Under the firelight, his expression began to change.

A face that was neither red nor white had actually become transparent.

Under the light of the fire, every vein and bone in the muscles seemed to be clearly visible, just like a beautiful woman.

Yao Yue said in shock: "You have really mastered it!"

Lian Xing looked at Chu Feng's face with a look of admiration in his eyes.

Yaoyue said excitedly: "There are nine levels of Mingyu Kung Fu, and we have already reached the eighth level. It would have taken at least 32 years of hard work to reach the eighth level, but we only practiced it ten years."

"This state of advancement has actually surpassed that of the ancients. We thought that in four or five years at most, we would be able to reach the peak of practice. Who knows that in the past ten years, our kung fu has not been advanced, and it seems that it can only stop here. There’s no way to get to the next level.”

"I didn't expect you to have accomplished it. Can you tell us how you accomplished it?"

Chu Feng said: "I am extremely talented, and there is no bottleneck in practicing martial arts in the world. As long as I know how to do it, and as long as I have enough Qi, I can push myself to the top."

Yao Yue pouted and said, "If you don't want to say it, forget it. What excuse are you looking for?"

Chu Feng thought for a while and said: "Actually, it's not that I can't help you, it's just that I have no reason."

Yaoyue turned to look at Lianxing.

She could tell that Chu Feng had a crush on Lian Xing.

Lianxing raised his left hand and said with a smile: "I am very satisfied now."

Chu Feng also laughed.

Girls who are easily satisfied are so adorable.

Late at night, the fire suddenly went out for some reason.

A burst of aroma hits the nostrils.

Cold yet warm, yet moist.

Chu Feng opened his eyes.

Looking at Yaoyue lying on top of him.

Yao Yue bit her lips tightly, tears glistening in her big eyes.

She reluctantly said, "Is this reason enough?"

Chu Feng smiled.

Women who are not easily satisfied are really full of temptations.

The sword energy is [-] miles across.

One sword light cold nineteen states.

Konoha Xiaoxiao, the setting sun is all over the sky.

Under the rustling wooden leaves, there is a person standing, as if he has become one with the autumn colors of the earth.

Because he is too quiet.

Because the ground is too cold.

A kind of indifference and tiredness that has penetrated into the bones of the bones, but it also has a kind of murderous aura.

He is tired, perhaps because he has killed too many people, some even people who shouldn't have been killed.

He kills because he has no choice.

He has a sword in his palm.

A long sword with a leather sheath, a gold mouthpiece, and thirteen large pearls on it.

There were not many people in the Tang Dynasty who did not recognize this sword, and not many people who did not know him.

His person and sword had become famous in the world when he was 17 years old. Now that he is middle-aged, he cannot let go of the sword, and others will not allow him to let go of the sword.

When he put down this sword, his life was about to end.

Fame is sometimes like a burden, a burden that can never be shaken off.

Youshi sunset.

A man was striding up the ancient road.

He was wearing fresh clothes, a livid face, a long sword slanted behind his shoulder, but his eyes were like an unsheathed sword, staring at the swordsman under the tree.

His steps were steady, but he walked very fast. He stopped seven feet away and suddenly asked, "Yan Shisan?"

"Yes." Yan Shisan said lightly.

"Can your Thirteen Deadly Swords really kill Chu Feng?" asked the man in gorgeous clothes.

"Not necessarily." Yan Shisan said.

The man in rich clothes smiled, his smile was sarcastic and cold, and said: "Why accept the reward if you can't kill him?"

"I want to try." Yan Shisan's expression remained silent.

"Try? Why don't you let me stab you through the heart with my sword first?"

The man in fine clothes held the hilt of the sword.

Yan Shisan said calmly: Do you really want to try?

High channel; this is the requirement of the bad guy. Only if you pass my level can you be eligible to accept the reward.

Yan Shisan said: Very good.