Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

If he saw it with his own eyes, even Lin Pingzhi would doubt whether Feng Qingyang had a system storage space just like himself.

"Why didn't I see other top swordsmen using their sword energy?" Lin Pingzhi asked in bewilderment.

"Who have you met?" Feng Qingyang was curious.

Who could be called the top swordsman by Lin Pingzhi?

"Ximen Chuuxue, and Zhongyuan Yidianhong." Lin Pingzhi thought for a while, and the top swordsmen he saw seemed to be the two of them.

And the Central Plains is a little red, although the sword intent is very powerful, but the strength of the frontal fight seems to be not as good as his own.

On the contrary, it was Ximen Chuuxue who still made Lin Pingzhi feel a little palpitated.

"I've heard of Ximen Chuixue." Feng Qingyang had a playful smile on his face.

Lin Pingzhi feels that Ximen Chuuxue is not worth mentioning in Feng Qingyang's eyes.

He didn't know if it was his own delusion.

"Central Plains Dianhong is also very powerful with a sword?" Feng Qingyang asked.

"It should be very powerful, but I don't think he can beat me." Lin Pingzhi said truthfully.

"I can't even beat you, you're so badass!" Feng Qingyang criticized.

Somewhere, Zhongyuan Dianhong, who didn't know it, sneezed, and didn't even know what was going on.

"Have you caught a cold?" Zhongyuan Yidianhong muttered to herself, wrapping her clothes tighter.

Chapter 92 On Swords

The beaten Lin Pingzhi was also speechless.

He thought that perhaps in Feng Qingyang's eyes, few of them could be regarded as top swordsmen.

"Well, it doesn't count if the Central Plains is a little red." Lin Pingzhi said with a curled lip.

"Well, judging from what you said about a little red in the Central Plains, it's just as good as a sword." Feng Qingyang nodded and said, "But I've seen this Ximen Chuuxue before."

Hearing Feng Qingyang's words, Lin Pingzhi suddenly became curious.

"Have seniors fought against Ximen Chuuxue?" Lin Pingzhi was full of curiosity.

"No." Feng Qingyang shook his head and said.

"Oh..." Lin Pingzhi felt a little disappointed when he heard that there was no fight.

"He can be regarded as a top swordsman, and his cultivation is different from mine." Feng Qingyang said.

"Ok?"

"I major in Sword Intent, and he majors in Sword Soul."

"But I think he also has sword intent?"

Lin Pingzhi was puzzled.

"It's different." Feng Qingyang shook his head and said.

"As long as I have enough sword intent, I can continuously emit sword energy." Feng Qingyang said, "But Ximen Chuuxue, he doesn't believe in sword energy, he only believes in the soul of using the sword, and actually uses the sword to swing cut."

When Feng Qingyang said this, Lin Pingzhi instantly understood.

In other words, Feng Qingyang is good at long-range attacks, while Ximen Chuuxue is good at close combat?

"Senior, what if you were fighting Ximen Chuuxue?" Lin Pingzhi asked.

"Within [-] moves, he will die." Feng Qingyang burst out with momentum.

Lin Pingzhi's eyes lit up immediately, just like looking at a great god.

So Feng Qingyang is so awesome?

"Then are there any other swordsmen who know how to use sword energy?" Lin Pingzhi looked at Feng Qingyang and asked.

"Yes." Feng Qingyang nodded, "For example, Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City."

He was surprised when Feng Qingyang said the name.

These are peerless swordsmen in Gulong.

And the fierce man who fought with Ximen Chuuxue at the top of the Bauhinia.

"How is he?" Lin Pingzhi blinked, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Feng Qingyang walked to the edge of the cliff, he waved lightly.

Lin Pingzhi only saw the sea of ​​clouds between the valleys, all of which moved with Feng Qingyang's hand.

He swallowed his saliva, he didn't expect Feng Qingyang to be so awesome.

"Senior, what does this mean?" Lin Pingzhi asked.

"This is the root of Ye Gucheng's Flying Immortal." Feng Qingyang said.

"Flying Immortal?" Lin Pingzhi remembered that this move was Ye Gucheng's famous stunt.

Feng Qingyang waved his hand again, and the sea of ​​clouds in the valley set off a turbulent wave again.