The God of War Husband of the Female CEO

As the words fell, a thin old man appeared in front of everyone.

When Dead Face and the others saw this person, their expressions suddenly became respectful.

Qiqi saluted to the skinny old man, "Disciple pays homage to master!"

The skinny old man looked at the dead face and the handsome man, and said in a cold voice, "It's you two treasures again, what's the matter, it's not enough to be a monster in the sect, and you're here to show your prestige?"

The two guys looked terrified, and hurriedly said to the skinny old man, "Master Feng, it's not that the disciple came here to disturb the master on purpose, there is really a kid who deserves to be beaten, so we came here to teach him a lesson."

The skinny old man waved his hand, "I don't care what you are doing, but don't fight and kill me. Now, if you don't want to stay here forever, get out!"

Seeing the old man getting angry, several people shrank their necks in fright, and Yu Jian flew away with a few whimpers.

Ye Fan, who was hiding behind a big tree, became a little dazed when he saw them flying away.

Go back, it's no wonder people can spare themselves.

He heard from the tall man just now that the dead-faced and handsome man are both people with backgrounds.I killed their companions, no matter whether I was right or not, those elders and priests would not forgive me lightly.

What's more, they are ready to find their own troubles and play with their own spirit stones.Going back by yourself, isn't it self-inflicted?
Come on, it's the same sentence, there is no place to stay here, but there is a place to stay.Don't leave me anywhere, I have my own place to go!

Just as Ye Fan was about to walk straight ahead, climb over the mountain, and leave Xuanjianzong, suddenly, the figure in front of him flickered, and the skinny old man appeared in front of him.

With a choking sound, Ye Fan drew out his sword and looked at the old man in front of him warily.

Although he could also feel that the cultivation of the old man was by no means something he could deal with.But no matter how powerful the enemy is, the spirit of bright sword is a must!

The thin old man snorted coldly, but he didn't see him make a move. In an instant, an invisible coercion pressed towards Ye Fan.

This powerful coercion is getting heavier and heavier, Ye Fan only feels that his back is being suppressed by a big mountain, and the sword in his hand seems to weigh ten thousand catties, and he can't even lift it.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, but he gritted his teeth and persisted, not letting himself kneel in front of the enemy.

Seeing Ye Fan's stubbornness, a hint of admiration flashed in the skinny old man's eyes, but there was another cold snort on his face.

With his cold snort, Ye Fan felt more pressure on his back.His legs were also pressed into the soil.

With a wow, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just when he was about to use the ground escape technique to escape, all of a sudden, the pressure on his body disappeared.

The skinny old man said coldly, "Courage is fine, but martial skills are too poor. If you are like this, you still dare to fight against them. Are you looking for death or doing something?"

Ye Fan glanced at the old man, but didn't see any murderous look in his eyes.He didn't run away in a hurry, he pulled out his two legs from the soil with difficulty.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, he replied softly, "Although I know that I am no match for them, if a swordsman doesn't even have the courage to draw his sword when facing a strong one, what kind of sword is there?"

The old man's eyes lit up again, "Boy, how long have you been in Xuanjianzong?"

"one day!"

"One day? You, you didn't lie to the old man?" The old man was surprised.

Although Ye Fan didn't know why the old guy was so surprised, he still replied with a wry smile, "Do I have to lie to you?"

The old man murmured, "In one day, I realized the truth of the sword. It seems that you really have a destiny with the sword."

"Boy, give me your sword!"

Although Ye Fan didn't know what he wanted the sword for, he handed it to him obediently.Because he also knew that his martial arts were so high that if he wanted to kill himself, he didn't need to use a sword at all.

When handing the sword to the old man, Ye Fan was very polite and handed the hilt towards the old man.

The old man couldn't help but secretly nodded a few times in his heart.

He took a look at the sword and said to Ye Fan, "Boy, you offended those two bastards, even if I came forward to protect you, if you don't have the strength, you will be murdered for no apparent reason. "

"I'll teach you a set of swordsmanship, you take care of it, old man, I will only pass it on once, how many moves you can learn, it depends on your luck."

After speaking, he explained and slowly practiced.

Although it is said that it is only passed once, this slow speed, plus commentary, is more useful than passing it three times.

Ye Fan didn't know why this old man was so kind to him and taught him swordsmanship.But he knew that this was his opportunity, and when the opportunity came, of course he had to seize it.

He widened his eyes and tried hard to engrave every move in his mind.

There are not many sword moves, only nine moves, but each move is extremely mysterious. Each move, which seems to be one move, is divided into nine moves.

Ninety-nine 81 strokes, but ninety-nine return to one, and it seems to be one stroke, it is really amazing.

After the old man finished playing, he asked the excited Ye Fan, "How many tricks did you learn?"

"It's all written down." Ye Fan replied honestly.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he handed the sword towards Ye Fan, "Come on, show me the practice!"

Ye Fan took the sword, fisted at the old man first, then thought for a while, and then began to practice slowly.

The reason why he was slow was not because he was afraid that the old man would not be able to see clearly, but because he had only read it once, and he was afraid that he might make a mistake in his rehearsal.

This is like when we recited texts when we were young, if we were familiar with them, we would naturally recite them quickly.If you are not familiar with it, you can only stutter back.

Fortunately, although he practiced slowly, there were only two mistakes in the whole process, and everything else was right.

The old man nodded secretly, and after Ye Fan finished the rehearsal, he pointed out two mistakes.

At this time, two hours had passed unknowingly, and Ye Fan, who was intoxicated in swordsmanship, didn't notice that time passed so fast at all.

"Okay, there is nothing wrong with it. As long as you practice hard in the future, practice will make perfect, and then you will feel more and more the beauty of this set of swordsmanship."

"But boy, don't say that I taught it to you. Otherwise, those guys on the main mountain will come here every day to annoy me to death."

Ye Fan excitedly cupped his hands at the old man, "Thank you for your guidance, senior, I haven't asked your senior name yet."

The skinny old man didn't say his name, but just replied, "My surname is Feng."

Ye Fan cupped his hands again, "Dare to ask Senior Feng, why did you teach me such a set of powerful swordsmanship for no reason?"

The reason why Ye Fan asked such a question was because he knew that there was no free lunch in this world, and he didn't know this old man, so how could he teach him swordsmanship for no reason.

The old man chuckled, "Mu Tianhan is my apprentice, this old man. When he left, he came over to tell me that he had accepted a student with excellent talent."

"And I know from the sword in your hand that this disciple is you."

Mu Tianhan?Isn't that my master?Isn't the person in front of him his own patriarch!

Ye Fan immediately knelt down respectfully towards the old man, "Disciple Ye Fan, pay homage to Patriarch!"

The old man smiled and waved lightly, "Alright, get up!"

With just a slight wave of his hand, Ye Fan only felt a gentle force, and instantly lifted himself up.I couldn't help but yearn secretly, when will I have such a powerful true energy.

Suddenly remembered the swordsmanship just now, and asked involuntarily, "May I ask Patriarch, what's the name of the swordsmanship just now?"

The old man twisted his beard and replied, "This set of swordsmanship is not Xuanjianzong's sword style, but my ancestral swordsmanship."

"It is rumored that my ancestors used this sword technique to defeat all invincible opponents in the world, so they gave this set of sword techniques a name called Dugu Nine Swords."

Dugu Nine Swords?Feng Qingyang's swordsmanship?And this old man's surname is Feng?
Thinking of this, Ye Fan immediately asked excitedly, "Master Patriarch, isn't your ancestor named Feng Qingyang?"