Young White Horse: The Drunken Swordsman shocked Little Dongjun at the beginning

"Boy, what's the name of that sword you just used?"

Lei Mengsha asked solemnly.

Jun Lintian stood in front of Lei Mengsha, tilted his head slightly, and smiled faintly.

"Sword of the Red Dust!"

"What a good name~" Luo Xuan came over, looked up and down at Jun Lintian, and joked.

"I really want to see how your head grows, this sword is amazing!"

The Red Dust is deep, the intention is profound, and the potential is endless.

Perhaps when it becomes famous, people will talk about it together with the Sword Song of Western Chu and Mr. Li.

Luo Xuan suddenly looked forward to it, after all, he taught Jun Lintian the first set of swordsmanship, and he was also a master of swordsmanship.

Mo Xiao's black eyes were full of fighting spirit, and the long sword in the sheath was shaking.

"You must come to Tianqi, I'm waiting to learn from you."

Jun Lintian looked at the other party's high will and suddenly shrank his head.

"Brother Mo, you are not holding a grudge and want to take the opportunity to beat me up, right?"

Mo Xiaohei's eyes lit up, nodded and smiled: "Good idea! Don't worry, I will be gentle."

Jun Lintian rolled his eyes. When he goes to Tianqi, it is still uncertain who will beat whom.

Jun Lintian pointed at Sikong Changfeng, "Four brothers, the problem of Brother Changfeng still needs to be solved by someone. We will leave first and meet again in the future."

"Goodbye, everyone!"

Sikong Changfeng said solemnly.

"Go, we are still waiting for the day when you become a gun fairy!"

Lei Mengsha smiled and patted Sikong Changfeng on the shoulder.

The two walked farther and farther, and their backs gradually disappeared.

Liu Yue in the sedan chair lifted a corner and looked at the last backs of the two, and chuckled.

"You are so young, and you are still full of passion for the martial arts world!"

"What you said, we don't seem to be that old."

Lei Meng replied, staring at the direction where Jun Lintian and Sikong Changfeng left with bright eyes.

At the foot of the mountain.

Jun Lintian and Sikong Changfeng found their horses and galloped away, leaving a cloud of dust behind them.

Sikong Changfeng took out the map and looked at it, and the two of them started to rush in the direction of Yaowang Valley.

After dozens of minutes,

Mingjian Villa was completely left behind, and there were few pedestrians on the road, mostly ordinary people.

The speed of the two slowed down.

"Is your sword an illusion?"

Sikong Changfeng, carrying a spear on his back, holding the reins, and stepping lightly on the horse's hooves, walked side by side with Jun Lintian, and suddenly asked.

Jun Lintian sat upright on the horse, looking far away, with a smile on his lips.

"It's not an illusion, but those people were fascinated by the worldly energy and fell into it. They were tempered in the worldly energy. In fact, they should thank me!"

Jun Lintian showed a teasing smile on his face. Seeing that Sikong Changfeng was still a little confused, he explained intuitively.

"In the worldly energy, it may have passed for several days or even years in reality... When they wake up, they have already become a pile of dry bones."

"Time passes, and the true energy is squeezed... This sword is not just an illusion."

Jun Lintian said leisurely.

This sword was comprehended by Jun Lintian from the vicissitudes of life experienced by those swords.

He also gained a lot of insights into the use of swords because of this, like an old swordsman who has been in the world for many years.

Sikong Changfeng suddenly realized the power of this sword.

He looked at Jun Lintian looking into the distance with a faint smile on his face, thinking that the other party's little head always had some strange ideas.

Sikong Changfeng couldn't help but have an idea.

"Lintian, is there any way to quickly improve strength in a short period of time?"

Sikong Changfeng suddenly said.

"Quick!"

Jun Lintian answered without hesitation.

Sikong Changfeng frowned slightly, thinking about the mystery.

Jun Lintian smiled and suddenly jumped into the air, drawing a sword in his hand.

Swish swish swish~

Jun Lintian put the sword back into the sheath, fell back on the horse, and asked calmly.

"How many swords did I just use?"

Sikong Changfeng was stunned, frowned and recalled, and hesitated to say a number after dozens of seconds.

"Twenty-one swords."

"Wrong~"

"It's thirty-six swords!"

Jun Lintian shook his head and shouted in a low voice, his voice sonorous and powerful.

"Ten swords in an instant only means that you have some talent for practicing fast swords."

"Twenty swords in an instant means that you have touched the surface of fast swords."

After Jun Lintian finished speaking, he stopped talking and looked at Sikong Changfeng.

"Compared to other aspects, improving your gun drawing speed is the fastest way to temporarily improve your strength."

Sikong Changfeng seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly jumped up, instantly pulled out the long spear behind him, and shot out with a swish.

The sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded.

Thirteen guns in an instant!

Sikong Changfeng paused and frowned, not very satisfied with his gun drawing speed."It's still a long way to go, you can practice slowly. At least before you reach your limit, practicing fast is the most effective method."

Sikong Changfeng nodded and smiled, stopped riding, and began to train hard.

Jun Lintian shook his head, suddenly took out a wine gourd, raised his head and took a sip.

"If he can't become a spear fairy, who else can?"

Jun Lintian smiled and murmured, took another rein in his hand, and walked forward slowly.

The pedestrians on the road saw a white-clothed wanderer who kept shooting, as if he was possessed by a demon, and cast strange eyes.

But Sikong Changfeng was completely unaware, entered a state of forgetting both the self and the world, and only knew to keep shooting.

As if he would never get tired.

The shadow of the spear was everywhere,

and then disappeared suddenly.

Gradually, Sikong Changfeng was able to shoot sixteen spears in an instant.

As soon as the spear came out, it instantly tore Changfeng apart, and the sound of air friction swept out rapidly, almost at the same time.

Dusk.

The two walked to a forest, and Sikong Changfeng finally stopped.

Huh~~~

Sikong Changfeng took a long breath, his hands drooped, his spear dragged on the ground, and he was so tired that he could hardly lift the spear.

Jun Lintian had tied up the horse, built a fire in the open space, and roasted a wild rabbit in his hand.

Seeing Sikong Changfeng looking over, Jun Lintian smiled.

"We just caught a rabbit, let's make do with a meal first."

Sikong Changfeng came to the side, sat down, and said embarrassedly.

"It's all my fault for being too obsessed with practicing spears~"

"So, you must become a spear fairy, otherwise you will be sorry for this rabbit that we eat."

Jun Lintian smiled, tore off a rabbit leg and handed it over.

Sikong Changfeng didn't bother to be polite with Jun Lintian, and took a bite after taking it.

It was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

Especially when it is steaming, it tastes even better.

Jun Lintian also grabbed a rabbit leg. Just after taking a bite, his eyes were stern and he turned his head to look at a place.

"Who?"

Sikong Changfeng realized it later and quickly grabbed the spear with one hand, looked at a place and shouted.

"Who are you, you are sneaking around."

"If you want to get money, then you are looking for the wrong way."

Sha~ Sha~

The sound of footsteps passing through the fallen leaves is particularly clear in this quiet night.

After a while,

Two figures appeared one after the other.

One of them was very strange. It was not raining, but he still held an oil-paper umbrella.

As for the other young man, he smiled playfully, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked staggeringly, without a proper posture.

"We don't ask for money, but for life."

The man holding the oil-paper umbrella stopped three or four meters away and spoke in a mellow voice.

Jun Lintian smiled softly when he saw the two men's attire.

"If Anhe doesn't seek wealth, then he is only engaged in a business that loses money!"

The umbrella holder was stunned, and the momentum he had prepared for his appearance was immediately lost.

"Don't be so concerned about the details~"