My wife is a sword god

Qin Feng now enjoys the feeling of being the center of attention, even if the eyes of these people are not focused on him.

"This is Jinyang City." A crisp voice sounded from the side, and Liu Jianli's beautiful eyes moved around, looking around.

After serving tea in the lobby, his parents instructed him to take Liu Jianli out for a walk.

At this moment, most of the people around were attracted by Liu Jianli's beautiful face.

He couldn't help but stop and look.

Qin Feng only felt that he was proud, because the person standing next to him was his wife!

"Yes, but this remote town is definitely not comparable to the imperial capital Fengtian City." Qin Feng replied.

Because his father moved here with his family when he was young, the original owner's memory of the imperial capital was very vague.

He only vaguely remembered that the imperial capital was very large, people came and went on the streets, and all kinds of novel things were constantly happening, and it was very lively.

I don't know what the imperial capital looks like now after so long.

Liu Jianli said calmly: "Although the imperial capital Fengtian City is prosperous, I don't have much impression of it.

Since I can remember, I have been practicing sword in Liu Mansion and rarely leave the house.

When I was fifteen years old, I was brought into the sect by the leader of Wanjian Sect."

Qin Feng understood and asked: "Tell me, what is Wanjian Sect like?"

There are countless people who founded sects in Daqian in the way of swordsmanship.

There is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, so naturally they are not convinced by each other.

But in today's world, there are three families whose attainments in the way of swordsmanship are recognized by the world as the best.

The first is Bingwu Lijia.

The second is Jiandi City.

The third is the Wanjian Sect.

Liu Jianli opened her red lips and said, "The Wanjian Sect was built on the Piaomiao Peak in the southern region. There are thirteen sword peaks of various sizes.

Each sword peak has a peak master, and the most powerful ones are equivalent to the thirty-six stars of the Demon Slayer Division.

And the current sect master is as powerful as the twelve generals."

Qin Feng took a breath of cold air. It was not worthy of the reputation.

No wonder the Wanjian Sect was admired by the world, and many martial artists who practiced swordsmanship yearned to go there for further study.

Then Liu Jianli talked about many things about the Wanjian Sect.

For example, the environment there, the way of training disciples, and the unique swordsmanship inherited by the Wanjian Sect.

After hearing this, Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh: "If Wanjian Sect continues like this, I'm afraid that the young generation it cultivates will be unmatched in sword attainments."

Liu Jianli shook his head: "Jiandi City and Bingwu Lijia have their own ideas for cultivating the younger generation.

How could the three sword families that can be admired by the world be ordinary?

Bingwu Lijia has produced an extraordinary figure in this generation. He is not very old, but he can use the ghost sword box that has been lost for a hundred years.

At the beginning, he represented Lijia to ask for swords from Wanjian Sect. When the ghost sword box came out, the younger generation had to avoid its edge."

"Is there such a thing?" Qin Feng widened his eyes. How awesome is it for one person to challenge the younger generation of a sect?

Just thinking about it makes people excited!

"But there are so many disciples in Wanjian Sect. It's impossible for him to pretend to be alone and fight to the end, right?" Qin Feng asked curiously.

"Master asked me to take action." Liu Jianli said lightly.

"So you drew your sword, fought with him for several rounds, and finally broke his ghost sword box?" Qin Feng guessed.

Liu Jianli shook his head slightly: "Master didn't let me draw my sword. He said that if I drew my sword, it might destroy the sword heart of that young man.

So, I only used one finger to knock him out of the sword platform.

Although I defeated him, I also protected his sword heart."

Qin Feng opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to respond.

The master that Liu Jianli mentioned must be the leader of the Wanjian Sect.

That guy must be a petty person. Seeing that his disciples were repeatedly defeated by a young man, he couldn't hold his face, so he sent Liu Jianli to get back the place.

"What do you mean by being afraid of destroying the other party's sword heart? Not letting Liu Jianli draw his sword is clearly to hit Bingwu Lijia's face hard.

Being defeated by someone with a sword is better than being knocked away by someone with a finger.

But my wife is too naive. She actually believed this." Qin Feng thought while turning his head to look at Liu Jianli.

I just thought that if such a person were placed in modern times, he might be deceived into pyramid selling.

"What happened later? What was the performance of the boy after being defeated?"

Liu Jianli recalled: "I didn't care. After defeating him, I went to Chongjian Peak to practice.

But I heard Master vaguely mention that the boy re-entered the sword platform, lowered his head, and trembled all over.

Maybe I was a little heavy."

Head down, trembling all over, this is clearly crying.

Qin Feng's mouth twitched, but think about it, if he was that boy, he was still in glory the moment before, but was defeated by someone with a finger the next moment, I'm afraid he wanted to die.

The boy just cried, and his psychological quality was still pretty good.

"What's the boy's name?" Qin Feng asked.

"I don't know." Liu Jianli replied lightly.

Qin Feng paused, and mourned for the boy in his heart.

Being defeated by a finger is fine, but no one remembers his name, which is too miserable.

The two chatted while strolling around Jinyang City.

During the period, we also met several people from the Shen Gong Workshop who were repairing the broken beams.

One of the men was working hard, but suddenly stopped.

He pointed at the street, opened his mouth, and said in disbelief: "That woman."

The muscular and dark-skinned Huo Yuan on the side said displeasedly: "What are you doing? You are seduced by a woman! Where can a woman find any fun in work?"

"No, boss, that woman is Liu Jianli, she...she can walk!" the man said in shock.

The fact that Liu Jianli failed to cross the border caused an uproar in Fengtian City, and the people in Shen Gongfang naturally knew about it.

"What?" Huo Yuan and others looked around, but Qin Feng and his two figures had long since disappeared at the end of the street.

"Who are you talking about? Moreover, Liu Jianli's meridians are damaged and his lower body is paralyzed. Even the imperial doctor cannot cure him. How can he stand up again.

You must have seen it wrong! "

The man wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Huo Yuan.

"Hurry up and work hard, there is no room for failure in this mission!" Huo Yuan reminded him in a low voice in the second half of the sentence.

The man glanced at the street and could no longer find the white figure.

"Did I really see it wrong?"

He muttered something in his mouth, stopped worrying, and continued to do the work in hand.

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Although these people claim to be repairing the beams, if you look closer, you will find that each of their fingers is wrapped with hair-like threads that are difficult to see clearly with the naked eye.

Every time they moved their fingers, those thin lines also moved.

Thin wires ran from the damaged beams directly into the house.

Through the mottled light, it was vaguely visible that the end of the thin line was connected to a human-shaped object, and something was being beaten there.