The Personal Crazy Soldiers of the Beautiful President

Datang is a mysterious ancient country with a long history and many myths and stories.

Even in modern times, the top ten weapons are still circulating.

Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, wind, thunder, ice, light, and darkness.

The weapons that include the Eight Diagrams and the Five Elements of the Tang Dynasty have been passed down for a long time, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

But Yang Feng knew that the thunder in it was the Leiyin Sword in the hands of Wuyi Sword Immortal!
Rumor has it that it was forged by the ancient swordsmith Ou Yezi!
When the sword was completed, thunderbolts struck, and a purple thunderbolt blew up the sword furnace in the air, and the sword embryo in the furnace took shape in the air!
There were bursts of thunder sounds, so there was a thunder sound sword!
The rumors are not credible, but they are groundless. Since the Leiyin Sword is real, the rumors may not be false.

"Om~!"

Feeling the power of Linglong's sword at this moment, Yang Feng squinted his eyes, turned his palm, and a black light flickered between his arms.

The imposing manner changed drastically in an instant, instead of being cold and refined, it was instead full of murderous intent. The prehistoric behemoth seemed to be waking up, making the sword energy coming from the attack stagnate.

Linglong's complexion changed even more.

"Humph!"

But Yang Feng snorted coldly, the terrifying aura dissipated, the killing intent disappeared instantly, and the black light in his hand disappeared without a trace.

"Subduing the Dragon!"

I saw Yang Feng took a step in vain, the ground collapsed, and he pushed with his palm.

"Om~!"

The naked eye can see that a powerful force has turned into a big hand, which shakes like a mountain.

"what!"

Linglong opened her eyes wide.

"Boom~!"

With a bang, an explosion within a radius of 20 meters instantly turned the mountains, rocks, and earth into dust.

"Peng~!"

Immediately, a burst of energy swept out instantly!

"Pfft~!"

The exquisite body in purple shot out like a cannonball, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out in mid-air.

"boom!"

In the end, the bombardment hit the earthen wall, and the entire wall was blown up, torn apart by energy, and sunken in.

"Wow~!"

Linglong vomited blood again, but opened her eyes wide and looked at the center of the explosion where the airflow was raging.

"Heaven, heaven and man are one!"

Shocked in Linglong's eyes, unwilling!

"Wow~!"

A big pit appeared in the center of the turbulent airflow, Yang Feng stood in the center of the big pit, flapping his clothes.

A Tai Chi pattern appeared under his feet, and a dagger was inserted in the Tai Chi pattern.

"Humph!"

Yang Feng's face was stern, and there was an inexplicably powerful force on his body, which slowly restrained himself.

"For the sake of being a woman, I will spare your life!"

Looking at Linglong who was already injured and her internal strength was blown away, Yang Feng had no killing intent in his eyes.

Even though he didn't know who Linglong was talking about, Yang Feng didn't care.

Because he didn't know how many people died in his hands!

"Clang~!"

Grasping the void with his right hand, the short sword stuck on the ground four meters away was taken into Yang Feng's hand!
"Good sword!"

With a sword in hand, Yang Feng's temperament changed again, but it wasn't Linglong's sharpness, nor was his sword like a rainbow.

Instead, he is a modest gentleman, as gentle as jade.

It makes people feel the warmth of the sun in the sky.

"I will definitely kill you!"

Linglong wiped off the blood stains at the corner of her mouth, her face was ferocious, and her eyes were full of hatred!
"Hmph, do you think you can kill me? Even your dying master, the old Wuyi ghost, can't kill me!"

While Yang Fengshi was speaking, he flipped his palm, and the dagger disappeared in his hand.

"The art of hiding the sword!"

Linglong narrowed her eyes and looked at Yang Feng in horror.

The art of hiding swords is the way of assassins, and it is also a method of hiding weapons. It can hide swords, knives, and daggers on the body so that people can't see them at all.

She has practiced hard since she was a child, and she is the most gifted swordsman in Wuyi Taoist Temple. It took 28 years of hard work to become a swordsman.

But Linglong thinks that her sword hiding skills are not as smooth and fluid as Yang Feng's.

And Yang Feng doesn't seem to be a sword cultivator yet!
One who is not a sword cultivator but can perform the skill of hiding a sword is even more miraculous than a sword cultivator.

What does this show!
It shows that Yang Feng didn't exert all his strength just now!

Without exerting all her strength, she was not an enemy of the triad. At this moment, Yang Feng's strength made Linglong feel shaken.

Perhaps as Yang Feng said, even his master may not be Yang Feng's opponent!

"I won't kill you, but I will accept this sword!"

"Wow~!"

After Yang Feng finished speaking, he turned and left.

Although he is not a sword cultivator, Yang Feng is still somewhat interested in these top ten weapons, the Thunder Sound Sword.

"you…"

Linglong's face was pale, and she wanted to scold her, but her blood surged up, and a streak of blood overflowed the corner of her mouth.

He hurriedly meditated cross-legged, took out a jade bottle from his bosom, and took a white elixir!
The pale complexion gradually improved.

"I will definitely kill you, kill you!"

Linglong's sharp eyes looked at the direction Yang Feng was leaving with hatred and ferocity!
……

"Yang Feng."

When Yang Feng came to Tieling Temple, Zheng Xiaoqiao and Wuzhu were on the stone steps inside the gate.

Seeing Yang Feng, Zheng Xiaoqiao actually stepped forward and hugged him.

Although Zheng Xiaoqiao was already hugged by the princess when she rescued Zheng Xiaoqiao just now.

But Yang Feng was still a little surprised by this hug.

Sensing Zheng Xiaoqiao's stronger affection, Yang Feng couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

This time Yang Feng didn't lament that he was a ronin and didn't deserve love.

But there is a feeling of getting into the world of mortals.

"Perhaps this is what the master said. The Dharma does not arise alone, it is born in response to the environment, the way is not empty, and you should respond when you meet the fate."

Yang Feng seemed to feel something, and patted Zheng Xiaoqiao's shoulder with a surprising smile.

However, Wu Zhu's eyes moved slightly while watching.

You must know that both she and Meng Po Eliza tried to serve the king, but they were all rejected!

This was the first time Wuzhu saw Yang Feng accepting a woman's arms.

"Wang, it seems something is different?"

Wuzhu smiled softly with Spanish teeth.

"Little Qiao, I will take you to meet a master." Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Is that the one who named Longquanyan?" Zheng Xiaoqiao also laughed.

"Well, let's go."

Yang Feng led Zheng Xiaoqiao through the halls of Tie Ling Temple, and went straight to the rear.

There is no unique scenery in the rear, but it is extremely quiet, with bamboo forests, streams, gazebos and attics, like an independent small courtyard.

The gate of the small courtyard is closed, and it seems that it is not open to tourists.

"Wuchen, an old friend is visiting, go and open the door,"

In the depths of the courtyard, in a simple room, an old monk with a skinny face sat cross-legged in meditation.

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun outside the door, his smile was full of kindness.

"Yes, Master!"

The young bhikkhu Wuchen who was meditating cross-legged beside him was shocked. The master realized Zen, and he ate once every three days. He seldom spoke, let alone smiled at this moment.

What kind of old friend made the master laugh at him?
Wu Chen quickly folded his palms together to calm down the shock in his heart.

Get up and go out, open the door with curiosity.

"Oh!"

Yang Feng and the others had just climbed the steps, and there were more than ten meters away from the small courtyard, when the gate of the small courtyard opened slowly.

"Amitabha."

Seeing Yang Feng and the other three, Wu Chen's eyes moved even more, and he looked at Wu Zhu in an instant.

"Muscles and bones scream!"

Wu Zhu's eyes were also bright, and he could see the young monk's Wuchen cultivation.

But Wuchen looked at Yang Feng and the others in surprise.

Yang Feng and the others are all younger than him, and Wu Zhu, who is a foreigner, should not be an old man in the words of his master, even if he is a master of both muscles and bones.