Chapter 1989

Gu Zijing is actually reluctant to say more, but after all, he is a member of the Sword Alliance, and he has this responsibility on his shoulders.

"Ye Qingtian, it is very likely that he has mastered the Sword Intent of Dacheng Xinghe, and condensed the Sun Sword Star, or the Moon Sword Star, and the Sword Intent can be transformed into a galaxy."

Gu Zijing sternly said.

"puff!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zao Wou-Ki laughed and said sarcastically: "Dacheng Xinghe Sword Intent? Brother Gu, are you kidding me, you can just say that he is a funeral playboy."

Gu Zijing's face sank, Zao Wou-Ki's words obviously offended him.

"Brother Gu has been thinking too much, Ye Qingtian is very strong, but it's not as exaggerated as he thinks." Feng Shaoyu hurriedly smoothed things out.

Gu Zijing put down the glass and said, "If you don't talk too much, it seems that this wine can't be drunk anymore. After three days, I wish the young owner good luck!"

He didn't delay, and regardless of the retention, he got up and said goodbye.

"Hmph, a boneless guy, he just lost a game, he doesn't have any temper. He is a member of the Sword Alliance, his elbow is turned out, what can he pretend to do?" Zao Wou-Ki said disdainfully.

Jiang Yunting smiled and said nothing.

He had already seen it, Gu Zijing admired Ye Qingtian quite a bit, and felt that Feng Shaoyu had broken the rules of his ancestors and did things in an inauthentic manner.

"Brother Gu is personally passed down by the Ice Emperor, so he is somewhat arrogant. Brother Zhao, don't take it to heart." Feng Shaoyu said.

"What about Bingdi's personal biography? It's not like he's lost." Zao Wou-Ki refused to accept it.

"It's not early, Jiang has something to do, let's go first."

Jiang Yunting felt that it was boring, and it was meaningless to stay, so he got up and said goodbye.

Feng Shaoyu asked Feng Shengling to see off the guests, only he and Zhao Wuji were left on the table, the smile on his face gradually subsided a lot.

"Thirty-six days away, Xinghe is in a dream." Feng Shaoyu sighed with emotion.

"Young master, are you still worried about Gu Zijing's words?" Zao Wuji said.

"Gu Zijing will never make a decision lightly. Once said, it is probably true." Feng Shaoyu looked cold and arrogant, and his eyes were deep and distant.

"Impossible?" Zhao Wuji said in shock.

"Whether there is this possibility or not, after three days, he will undoubtedly lose." Feng Shaoyu said indifferently: "No one can take the oven sword from the Tibetan Sword Villa!"

...

When Feng Shaoyu was entertaining Zhao Wuji and the others, there were two people talking softly in the 10,000 meters underground of Hidden Sword Villa.

This is a sword-casting room, and the sacred fire that has been burning for thousands of years is burning underground.

Above the roaring holy fire, there is a huge furnace, and the molten iron is boiling and flowing in the furnace.

A middle-aged scholar is looking at the broken sword fragments in front of him. These fragments come from the Tiangang sword that was broken by Lin Yun during the day. This person is Feng Wuji, the owner of Cangjian Villa.

Opposite him is a woman of boundless beauty, with delicate cheeks, a point of death between the eyebrows, and delicate red lips.

While drinking lazily, this person is Lin Yun's mysterious second senior sister Feng Yu.

"Haven't you seen the clue yet?" Feng Yu said with a schadenfreude smile.

The middle-aged scholar shook his head and said: "I can't see it, and I can't understand it. It's incredible that the Tiangang sword was broken in a mere nirvana."

Feng Yu sneered: "Didn't you say there is no quenching?"

"Those who lied to outsiders, this sword has been forged long ago." Zhuang Zhu Feng Wuji was very frank, he frowned at Feng Yu and sighed: "Sanmei, you came all the way from the East China Sea, just for the sake of Watching the Feng family make a fool of yourself?"

Feng Yu snorted, Gulong Gulong took a sip of wine, and turned his head to the side: "Who told you that you wouldn't lend me the sword? If you don't lend it to me, it won't matter so much."

Feng Wuji smiled bitterly and said, "I really lent it to you, you must have given it to Yaoguang. It's not that you don't know the grudge between the old man and Yaoguang, you have to kill me alive."

"Stingy." Feng Yu said dissatisfiedly.

She suddenly laughed, narrowed her eyes and said, "Does the old man know that the Tiangang sword he forged is broken?"

"How dare you tell him." Feng Wuji said.

"Hey, you have to tell him, let him pretend that he is the best in the world for making swords at every turn, only to be scolded by a junior pointing his nose at trash." Feng Yu laughed heartlessly.

Feng Wuji couldn't do it, and threw the broken sword pieces down heavily: "Sanmei, don't fall into the pit, one yard is one yard, now it's a matter of Cangjian Villa and Tiandao Sect. Let that kid take the sword away. Now, you really can't borrow it, maybe not at all."

That's not necessarily, that's our little junior brother!

Feng Yu smiled secretly in her heart, but said on her lips, "I'm not trying to figure out a way. You let me take action, I self-proclaimed a cultivation base, and let Ye Qingtian have a hand, and he is not my opponent either."

Feng Wuji couldn't help laughing when he heard the words.

Feng Yu frowned slightly and said angrily: "Why, do I look very old? I said that I can be seventeen years old. I am also a junior of the Feng family, and I can also be a swordsman."

Feng Wuji couldn't hold back, so he had to beg for mercy, saying that it was okay.

"Father... Aunt."

At this moment, Feng Shaoyu came in and greeted Feng Yu after seeing Feng Yu stunned.

"Is something wrong?" Feng Wuji asked.

Feng Shaoyu nodded, but did not speak directly.

Feng Yu was quite interesting and smiled: "You two, father and son, let's talk, I, an outsider, won't mix."

"Aunt, walk slowly." Feng Shaoyu said.

"Shaoyu, your father was no longer your aunt's opponent ten years ago. You can discuss many things with your father. It's better to ask your aunt to come here."

Feng Yu's beautiful eyes flowed, and she said with a smile.

Feng Shaoyu was slightly moved when he heard the words. He had heard many rumors about this aunt.

"Let's go quickly."

Feng Wuji had a headache looking at it, and hurriedly waved his hand to chase him away.

Let Feng Yu teach, the 100% chance of winning has to be reduced by 90%, and it won't be much better than Baijie.

"Little Shaoyu, remember to talk to your aunt,

Aunt must feel sorry for you. "Feng Yu ignored it, and said with a smile before leaving.

After Feng Yu left, Feng Shaoyu talked about the business: "Gu Zijing said that Ye Qingtian should have the innate sword intent of Dacheng."

Feng Wuji ignored it and said, "So what? Yu'er, what kind of strength do you think it would take to break this sword?"

Feng Shaoyu pondered for a moment, then pondered: "At least you have to cultivate in the holy realm, and it is very time-consuming, and you will hurt yourself if you are not careful."

"So why can he break it?" Feng Wuji asked.

"My child doesn't understand."

Feng Shaoyu said directly, he has been thinking about this question for a long time, but he has never had an answer.

"Actually, as a father, I don't understand, the Tiangang sword is not an ordinary Shuangyao holy sword," Feng Wuji said.

Swish!

As he spoke, he dropped all the fragments of the broken sword into the furnace, looking like he was planning to re-cast a Heavenly Astral Sword.

Feng Shaoyu didn't dare to speak, and only said after a while: "Gu Zijing also said that Ye Qingtian might have mastered the profound meaning of the Holy Scroll."

Feng Wuji's expression did not fluctuate, and he said lightly, "So what?"

Feng Shaoyu pondered silently, anxious in his heart, but did not dare to refute.

After a long time, Feng Wuji, who was looking at the furnace, said, "You go to Shanheling for a year, I have already explained it."

Mountain and River Order!

Feng Shaoyu's pupils shrank sharply, it was a secret weapon belonging to the Tibetan Sword Villa, and the passage of time inside was different from that of the outside world.

It's just that it consumes resources very much. Feng Shaoyu has actually been there once, and he can't go again according to the ancestral instructions.

"Actually, it's not necessary, the boy still has confidence in this battle." Feng Shaoyu said.

"Confidence is a good thing, but many things can be done without confidence. Go ahead. When you see your grandfather, don't talk to him about the broken sword."

Feng Wuji said indifferently: "The golden age is coming, lending the Chixiao sword is a last resort, and the oven sword must be kept in the Tibetan Sword Villa!"

"promise."

Feng Shaoyu felt an unquestionable momentum under Feng Wuji's calm words, he nodded and said goodbye.

When they came to the ground, Feng Shaoyu didn't hesitate and walked directly towards the forbidden area of ​​Feng's family.

In a secluded attic, Feng Yu stood on the eaves, looked at Feng Shaoyu's leaving back, and sighed, "I knew you would take this step, my little junior brother's life is really hard."

She knows better than anyone that her eldest brother looks elegant on the outside, but is extremely ruthless on the inside.

Except for a few relatives, there is no affection for outsiders.

Once it is what he decides, there will be no change. Once he is defined as an opponent, there will never be any sympathy, no matter whether it is a junior or not.

"People who should be seen, still have to see them."

In the end, Feng Yu made a certain determination.

In the darkness of the night, she flew away like a light butterfly, in the same direction as Feng Shaoyu, she also went to Shanheling.