Douluo: My wife is Qian Renxue

Seeing the two people in the field gradually entering the stage of getting ready to go, Ning Fengzhi said coldly.

"Uncle Bones, have you seen Qin Feng take action before?"

"Qin Feng? The kid on the field you are referring to?"

Gu Rong pointed to Qin Feng in the field in surprise. Why did he remember that the other party didn't seem to have this name?

As the strongest supporter of the Tiandou royal family, the Qibao Glazed Sect still knew some of the unknown secrets of the royal family.

As the sect leader, Ning Fengzhi naturally knew better and briefly explained to Gu Rong the reason why Qin Feng changed his name.

"No wonder..."

"I haven't seen that kid take action, and I don't know his specific strength, but he should be good, at least at the level of a great soul master."

After Gu Rong recalled his last observation of Qin Feng along the way, he softly expressed his guess.

"A great soul master..." Ning Fengzhi muttered thoughtfully.

In fact, he knows Qin Feng better than others because he has another identity hanging on him.

Xue Qinghe’s teacher!

He has been to the palace many times, and he knows a little bit about the current situation of the royal family.

As for Xue Qingfeng... No, it should be Qin Feng. Of course Ning Fengzhi has also heard of it.

When he heard his daughter introduce Qin Feng, information about the other party instantly flooded into his mind.

Born to a maid, his mother died young, and he is a lonely prince. He is completely like a prince who has been forgotten in a corner.

Ning Fengzhi had heard a lot about the other princes from Emperor Xueye, but he had never heard him mention Qin Feng himself.

One can imagine how unpopular Qin Feng is.

So after seeing his daughter's closeness to Qin Feng, Ning Fengzhi thought of making things difficult for him, hoping to make Qin Feng retreat.

The gap between the two was too big. He didn't want his daughter to invest too much emotion in Qin Feng, so it was better to recognize the reality as soon as possible.

If true love develops in the future, he is afraid that he will not be cruel enough to act like a mandarin duck, and will end up suffering for his daughter.

If the other party was a peerless genius, he might still be able to consider it, but now it seems that there is still a lot to be desired.

For a moment, Ning Fengzhi's mind was filled with thoughts, and all kinds of messy thoughts kept growing.

Qin Feng, who was fully in the state at this time, had no idea that the majestic leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect would lose his cool because of him.

But even if he knew, Qin Feng would only shake his head and laugh, telling the other party that he was thinking too much.

"Senior, please enlighten me!"

Qin Feng pursed his lips and said, holding the unsheathed sword tightly in his right hand, his eyes extremely sharp.

He did not use his soul ring immediately. Qin Feng's main purpose in this competition was to improve his swordsmanship.

Although his wind-controlling swordsmanship is strong, if there is no one to help him check for mistakes and make up for his shortcomings, he may one day develop a habit that is difficult to repent of.

Chen Xin did not respond. He nodded slightly. The Seven Kills Sword slowly appeared in his hand. He stood with one hand behind his back and looked at Qin Feng calmly and indifferently.

Seeing this, Qin Feng stopped inking and rushed towards the opponent as fast as he could,

Coming in an instant,

Chen Xin's eyes lit up slightly, and he secretly praised in his heart that he was able to achieve such a speed with his physical body alone, which shows that he usually exercises a lot.

And when Qin Feng struck with his sword, the admiration in Chen Xin's eyes was even greater,

As a swordsman, the most basic thing is to be fast, move fast, and draw the sword even faster.

Qin Feng's performance at this moment is completely consistent with this point. The speed of the sword is like the wind, so fast that the sword body is almost invisible.

You know, this is still without the use of soul power.

"clang!"

The two swords collided, and a huge force surged into their bodies respectively.

Qin Feng's pupils shrank slightly. Just from this fight, his tiger's mouth was already slightly paralyzed.

This was even when the opponent didn't use any force, and only half of the force of the sword's rebound was enough to hurt him.

Chen Xin on the other side didn't feel much. His body had been tempered countless times.

In his opinion, Qin Feng's power is similar to that of tickling.

"Go on, show off all your swordsmanship." Chen Xin said calmly, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

He wanted to see what kind of power the sword spirit and the power of wind could produce.

When Qin Feng heard this, the speed of using the sword in his hand continued to increase, and at the same time, the power of the wind element gradually penetrated into the sword body.

A breeze blew around his body, and there was a faint sound of wind roaring in his ears. Qin Feng's sword became more elegant and sharp, and each sword contained endless murderous intent.

A swordsman can only exert his greatest strength if he is determined to kill.

Qin Feng never thought of holding back. The opponent was a Titled Douluo. It was not his turn to worry about his safety. All he could do was show off what he had learned in recent years.

What's more, the opponent's footsteps have never left the same spot since the beginning of the sparring.

Even if Qin Feng's offensive continues to intensify, he still cannot force the opponent back, even with that small step.

As everyone knows, the indifference in Chen Xin's eyes has long since disappeared, replaced by admiration and a trace of excitement.

Although there was a big gap between Qin Feng's strength and his, the opponent's attainments in swordsmanship impressed him a lot.

Unlike Chen Xin's own offensive swordsmanship, Qin Feng's swordsmanship gave him the feeling of floating out of the dust, as invisible as an antelope hanging its horns.

This novel swordsmanship also has certain benefits for him, which makes him look forward to Qin Feng's next swordsmanship even more.

As time passed, Chen Xin's expression remained unchanged, and Qin Feng's forehead began to sweat.

The continuous all-out attacks made him feel a little tired even though he had a good body.

However, Qin Feng was not willing to stop the discussion this time. He wanted to force the opponent back, even if it was just one step.

This idea has almost become his obsession. If it fails, he is really unwilling to do so.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng's strength in his hand increased by [-]% again, and he used all his strength to suck milk.

The breeze around me became more and more turbulent. After accumulating to a certain level, the breeze gradually turned into a strong wind.

In the huge square, the wind roared with extraordinary momentum.

Ning Rongrong, who was standing at the edge of the square, could not help but take two steps back because she could not withstand the strong wind.

Only after Gu Rong ducked in front of her and used his soul power to form a protective shield for her did he stand safely.

Qin Feng's eyes looking at the field were even more brilliant.

No disciple in the sect can achieve this kind of power without using the soul ring.

Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi also had a little surprise on their faces. Qin Feng's performance exceeded their expectations.

The higher the realm, the clearer you can see, and the more you can appreciate Qin Feng's attainments in swordsmanship.

Qin Feng, who was on the field, was completely immersed in his sword at this moment. He felt that the unsheathed sword in his hand seemed to be more relevant to his soul, and he felt like water and milk were in harmony.

Several major sword skills in the wind-controlling swordsmanship kept flashing in his mind.

Holding the sword hilt tightly, the surrounding wind elements condensed on the sheathless sword in an instant, and he drank softly.

"Cut steel!"