Jun Youyun

Chapter 86
After Feng Yuli was silent for a long time, she turned her head and looked at Feng Wan'er who was still sitting in the chariot: "Wan'er, is this the distinguished guest you brought back?"

"My guest is just the third son of the Xie family. As for Xiao Zuo, he is the master of the Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm. He doesn't need the consent of any of us to come and go here." Feng Wan'er said slowly .

"Okay." Feng Yuli threw the sapphire scepter heavily on the ground, "Nephew, in your heart, is your second uncle just a waste with disabled legs?"

Feng Zuo-jun shook his head: "I have never had any disrespect for my second uncle...Although, I don't have any admiration."

"Okay, if you want to challenge me, then come. It's just that swords have no eyes, and life and death are self-determined." Feng Yuli walked down with the sapphire scepter, "Bring me my knife." When Feng Yuli came to At the center of Wufangtai, there were already three disciples waiting there with a heavy knife on their shoulders. Feng Yuli stuck the green jade scepter in his hand on the ground, and then picked up the heavy knife.

"This person has bad legs and feet, but he uses an exaggerated heavy knife?" Xie Yuling asked in surprise.

Nangong Xi'er frowned slightly, with a bit of worry in her tone: "This knife is called Tiger Wing."

"The ancestors of my Feng family used three famous knives to create this Heavenly Dawn Cloud Realm. One knife is called Cicada Wing. It is light and elegant, almost transparent. The other knife is made by Yue Han and the poisonous blade. It seals the throat with blood. The remaining one, It's the tiger wings in my hand." Feng Yuli easily picked up the heavy knife, "It's made of the meteorite, weighing 130 pounds, when the knife comes out, it's like a thunderbolt, shocking the world!"

Feng Zuo-jun waved the long knife in his hand impatiently: "I just knocked out a disciple in the mountain and took it. It doesn't have a name."

"Your father never passed the Cicada Wing Saber to you." Feng Yuli said meaningfully.

"I said I don't want it. I don't want to be famous. What kind of famous sword do I want? One day, I will be famous all over the world. No matter what kind of sword I use in my hand, it will become a famous sword. I have already thought about the name of my sword in the future. Maybe what I held in my hand at that time was carefully crafted by a master knife maker, maybe it was bought casually for a few taels of silver in a blacksmith shop by the roadside, but he only had one name." Feng Zuo-jun swung the long knife in his hand and pointed at Feng Yuli, "It's called Invincible."

"How bold!" Feng Yuli shouted angrily, "Come on!"

"Come on, the wind is blowing, nine thousand miles!" Feng Zuo Jun swung his long knife violently, and slashed at Feng Yuli.

Feng Yuli also shouted at the same time: "The wind blows, nine thousand miles!"

The two knives collided, and there was a "bang", Feng Yuli stood motionless on the spot, while Feng Zuojun flew upside down, landed on the ground and took eleven steps back.

Feng Yuli also practiced the Feng family's ancestral Dafeng saber technique for several decades longer than Feng Zuojun. Both the saber technique attainment and the accumulation of internal strength are naturally much higher.However, during the years when Feng Yuhan was in charge of Tianxiaoyun Realm, Feng Yuli has always lived in seclusion, and every time he appeared on the grand ceremony, he gave people the feeling of being seriously ill. In many people's hearts, Feng Yuli had already It's half useless, but the knife just now shocked everyone in the field.The arrogance of the random slash should at least have the strength of the Fuyao state.

Even Mu Ren and Liu Duohan on the high platform frowned slightly, and then looked at each other.Mu Bei smiled: "It seems that Feng Er is the head of the family, and he hides his secrets."

Liu Duohan sighed: "Who wants to survive in our sect, who can be as simple as it seems?"

"Great wind blows, worrying thousands of miles!" Feng Zuo Jun paused on the ground for a moment, then jumped up and charged up again with the knife.

"Great wind blows, thousands of miles of sorrow!" Feng Yuli also shouted at the same time, flicked the long saber, two sabers touched, he then pressed heavily, and completely suppressed Feng Zuo Jun's long saber, Feng Zuo Jun right His legs softened, and he half-kneeled on the ground, he gritted his teeth, and barely blocked Feng Yuli's tiger wings with his knife.

"It is said that the second head of the Feng family is mediocre in martial arts. I saw him today and realized that he is not inferior to the first head." Mu Bi said meaningfully.

"Have you seen my elder brother's knife?" Feng Wan'er said suddenly.

Mu Bi was taken aback for a moment, and smiled awkwardly: "I've seen it before."

"My elder brother's saber skills are not so clumsy." Feng Wan'er snorted coldly.

Liu Duohan took a sip of tea and said slowly: "It does have the demeanor of a great suzerain."

Feng Yuli increased the strength in his hands, and seeing Feng Zuojun struggling, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Nephew, how is Second Uncle's sword skills? Is it worthy of this famous sword?"

Fengzuo Jun suddenly smiled, his expression became extremely relaxed, as if he had faked everything just now, he sighed: "The so-called gale style pays attention to an aura. You do have a bit of arrogance, but like It’s like drawing a tiger like a cat, but its shape is not what it should be. Is the so-called aura just louder and more arrogant? The difference is too far, too far. You are learning from my father no matter the saber technique or the saber gesture, but my father uses a thin A knife like a cicada's wing can swing like a thousand mountains, but if you use a tiger's wing that weighs a hundred catties, it's just a little stronger and a little louder!"

Hearing this, Nangong Xi'er was a little surprised: "Feng Zuo Jun dozed off in class during the day, when did he become so literary, the words of the famous swordsman just now impressed me, now this The words are just like...Mr. Confucianism said."

Xie Yuling smiled, without pointing it out, but said: "Then it depends on whether Fengzuo Jun's sword is as powerful as he said."

Feng Yuli was stunned for a moment. He remembered that when he was young, he would always sit silently in a wheelchair and watch his elder brother wielding a knife again and again in the yard. He was very envious of his elder brother and had dreamed of One day I will be able to wield a knife like him.Later, he was able to stand up from the wheelchair, but he was still ashamed to pick up his knife, because he always felt that those strange eyes followed him all the time, so that he only dared to touch his knife in the middle of the night. Practice swords in other courtyards.He imitated the appearance of his elder brother, swinging the knife time and time again, just to one day be able to make a knife out under the sun and amaze everyone.

"Take pictures of cats and draw tigers." Feng Yuli murmured in a low voice.

Feng Zuojun fled from Feng Yuli's knife, then jumped up, jumped high, and then slashed down with his knife: "Great wind style, look down."

Feng Yuli frowned: "Why is there such a look in the big wind style?"

"I created it myself, and it fell from the sky, looking down on the world." Fengzuo Jun said proudly.

(End of this chapter)