Swordsman Jianghu【Rebirth】

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Luo Qing curled her lips coldly: "Since you can't wait to deliver it to your door, it just saves me the time to find you." After speaking, the figure disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was behind Feng Yan.

Ever since Feng Yan was promoted to the sixth level of Sword Cultivation, although he loved to be lazy, but with his senior brother and a martial arts prodigy, even if he was lazy, he was not negligent in martial arts.So the moment Luo Qing made his move, he sensed his position, turned around to block his attack with the Ice Soul Sword, and took the initiative to attack with the long sword in hand.

Luo Qing noticed the change in his aura, her eyes couldn't hide her surprise. Half a month ago, she was still at the fourth floor, but now her internal strength is not the same. If he didn't feel wrong, the young boy must have made a breakthrough.

The two fought, Feng Yan used his previous experience to defuse his attacks.

"go with!"

Luo Qing's weapon is a snake-scale whip, which is two meters long. Wherever the whip passes, everything is shattered, and the aura of the seventh level of sword repair gushes out, and the injured Zuo Yifeng almost can't resist it.

Feng Yan nimbly dodged the whip, and casually untied the moon-white cloak he was wearing. No matter how lucky he was, he was already on the beam of the house.He had noticed just now that Luoqing was wounded on his back, so his figure moved quickly, standing on the pillar behind the enemy, with the sword energy of the Ice Soul Sword flying horizontally, he was going straight to Luoqing.

Luo Qing can be one of the four altar masters, how can he let him succeed so easily, his body shape is slightly wrong, and he avoids his attack, but the cold sword energy of the Ice Soul Sword still makes his face turn pale point.

Feng Yan stood there innocently, holding the Ice Soul Sword in his backhand, and smiled: "You have regressed~ It seems that your leader is very fierce, he doesn't care about his subordinates, and beats you so badly. Didn't you follow me?" He said, is it because my senior brother is too powerful that he can't fight?" A tone of annoyance and consideration for him.

Luo Qing suppressed the fishy sweetness in her throat, ignored his words, and was about to whip her whip when she heard him say—"Don't you wonder why I'm here alone? I know Luo Hong is waiting for you outside, Guess, my senior brother is against Shang Luohong, what are his chances of winning?"

Hearing this, Luo Qing's expression changed. Luo Hong's cultivation base was lower than his. If he really met Su Qing, even if he was good at using poison, he would definitely not get any benefit. At this time, he never thought that Feng Yan would lie His business, because Luo Hong was indeed waiting for him in the woods.

Feng Yan watched him disappear, and calmly withdrew his sword. The four of them, Luo Qing, had a good relationship, but if they really had a good relationship, Luo Qing and Luo Hong definitely had an iron-clad relationship, although he didn't know if it was that kind of relationship.But in her previous life, Luo Hong died under her brother's sword because of Luo Qing.

Moreover, Feng Yan knew that if he continued to fight, he might suffer a loss. Although he had experience in his previous life, he couldn't stand him as a 13-year-old kid, and he couldn't deal with such a master with ease.

Zuo Yifeng has been paying attention since they started fighting, he didn't expect this young boy with such a high level of cultivation to actually defeat Luo Qing.

Feng Yan walked over, picked up his cloak, and patted the dust on it seriously. He just took it off because he thought it was in the way, and he must not be handsome in the future. This was bought for him by his senior brother, and he must never throw it away!

"Are you poisoned?" Feng Yan held the cloak with one hand and squatted not far from Zuo Yifeng, just like a child who is wary of strangers.

"Well, it's the cartilage powder from the devil's sect. I'm Zuo Yifeng, the son of Zuo Jiang, the head of the Kongtong sect. Thank you for saving me just now. What's the name of the little brother?" Zuo Yifeng looked at him and kept his distance. Annoyed, after all, I am asking for something from others.

"My name is Feng Yan, not my little brother." Feng Yan poured out the bottle of antidote that senior brother gave him just now, and handed him one, "My father is Feng Lie, he asked me to visit my uncle, where is he now? "

"Feng Lie of the Huashan Sword Sect?" Zuo Yifeng tried to exercise, and his internal strength recovered a little. He stood up and picked up the saber on the ground, "My father was injured before and has been healing in the secret room. I don't know the situation this time. , I haven’t come and gone.”

Holding the cloak in his arms, Feng Yan followed Zuo Yifeng calmly, passed through several corridors, and then entered a room. When he saw the two disciples who fell to the ground and died at the door, Zuo Yifeng changed his mind. complexion.

"Father!" Zuo Yifeng walked into the room, pressed a calligraphy and painting mechanism on the wall, and a secret door appeared. Below was a long staircase, which was dark and bottomless. Feng Yan followed him down. Breath is nearby.

"father!"

"Brother!"

In the dark room, several men in black fell to the ground, and a middle-aged man with an ordinary face sat on the stone platform to meditate and adjust his breath.Su Qing stood beside him with arms folded and sword in hand, not saying a word.

Hearing the movement at this time, the two looked over together. Su Qing put away the sword, walked over the corpse on the ground, and came directly to the little junior brother, took the cloak in his hand, and put it on for him. "Are you okay?"

Feng Yan shook his head, looked at the middle-aged man over there, and said Lang Lang: "The head of the left, I'm Feng Yan, my father is Feng Lie, Dad asked me to come over and see if I need help."

"Are you Feng Lie's son?" Zuo Jiang was quite surprised. When this young man appeared just now, he managed to deal with the man in black with one move, but his face was too cold, and he simply explained that he was here on orders. Didn't even say a word.

Feng Yan nodded, and handed him the sect master's token that he snatched back from Luo Qing just now: "Daddy's sect has something to do and can't come, so he ordered me to come and have a look. This is my senior brother Su Qing."

Zuo Jiang took the token and sighed: "Thank you for thinking about your father. The Kongtong faction ended up like this today. It's all because I trusted Li Dahai too easily. Who would have thought that the disciple who had been raised by him for more than ten years would be a spy of the devil sect?" Woolen cloth?"

Feng Yan didn't speak after hearing this, he had no position to say such words, and Su Qing couldn't even speak, the secret room fell silent for a while.Zuo Yifeng helped his father up, and said: "Father, let's go out first, now that the members of the Devil's Cult have temporarily retreated, you can rest assured and adjust your breath."

After speaking, he turned to Feng Yan and the others, "Junior Brother Feng, if you don't mind, you might as well stay in the Kongtong Sect for a few days, but the current state makes you laugh."

"What happened to Uncle's body?" Feng Yan rarely asked a word of concern.

"I was poisoned by Li Dahai, and I have been healing my wounds during this time, and I have no time to take care of outside affairs." Zuo Jiang regretted, and had to accept his old ways, "If you didn't come here today, I am afraid that the entire Kongtong faction would be wiped out." .”

Feng Yan and the others returned to the top, and Zuo Yifeng took the antidote and revived all the poisoned disciples, and now he is rectifying the affairs of the sect.Feng Yan thought it was boring, he wasn't in the mood to sit still, he was dragging his brother around to play.

"Senior brother, Luo Qing seemed to be trying to snatch the token of the head of the Kongtong faction just now. Otherwise, why would he personally deal with Zuo Yifeng?" Feng Yan sat on the rockery, dangling his two short legs (?), Su Sitting leaning next to him, bent his knees, and rested his hands casually on top, more casual than usual, but less indifferent.