Jun Youyun

Chapter 87

When Feng Zuo Jun's knife fell, the entire ground within three feet was smashed to pieces, forcing Feng Yuli to retreat violently with the knife, and staggered for several steps before stopping.

"The autumn water flows into the sea, flowing endlessly." Feng Zuo-jun then retracted his saber, made his own signature move, and carried the saber on his shoulder, "It's soaring upwards, a thousand miles a day."

Nangong Xi'er stood up in surprise: "When I went down the mountain, Mr. Feng Zuo was still one step away from the Autumn Water Realm, but with that knife just now, it seemed that he had already touched the threshold of the Fuyao Realm."

Xie Yuling smiled, it seems that the walk with the Confucian saint had a huge impact on him and Feng Zuo-jun.Watching the knife by the lake, although it is only a few words, but that amazing knife has already opened up a brand new world for Fengzuo Jun.

"Looking at you." Outside the Wufang Terrace, Feng Yuhan shook his head and smiled, "You are already so arrogant when you are young."

"When the ancestors of the Feng family created the gale style, there were only three moves, the wind rises, the wind falls, and the wind breathes. Later, after a hundred years of inheritance, there are twelve styles of the previous generation. The remaining nine styles are named Jiuqianli, Wanlichou, Regret for Jiangshan, and Zui. Spring breeze, Mian Wuxia, gentle rain, flowers on the Mo, endless fire, and falling flowers. Now there are fifteen styles, because my father created the other three styles, laughing at life, cloud dragon and wind tiger, and keeping people under the sword." Feng Zuo Jun held the saber across his chest, "Second Uncle, you are far behind. Only when you swing your own saber can you be called the master of Tianxiaoyun Realm!"

"Take pictures of cats and draw tigers." Feng Yuli looked at his tiger wings, still muttering these four words.

Feng Zuojun frowned slightly, and while Feng Yuli seemed to be distracted, he immediately swung his knife and rushed forward again, slashing at Feng Yuli.Feng Zuojun swung his saber very fast, and after he slashed out the slashing knife just now, his whole person's aura was different, the saber technique was smooth and done in one go.Feng Yuli, on the other hand, stood on the spot as steady as Mount Tai, swung his heavy knife, and blocked all of Feng Zuo Jun's knives back, but his eyes were empty, as if he was still thinking about Feng Zuo Jun's words.

My own sword technique... what is it like?

I envy my eldest brother for his chicness, his boldness, his coquettishness, and his arrogance that looks down on everyone when the sword is up and down. So what is my own sword?
Feng Yuli suddenly raised his head and looked at Feng Zuojun: "My knife is a knife that exists in the night."

Feng Zuo-jun was taken aback for a moment: "Second Uncle, why are you suddenly elegant and melancholy?"

"Your words reminded me of something." Feng Yuli suddenly swung his saber, and the saber intent on the tiger's wing suddenly changed. Instead of the domineering and brutality just now, it had a bit of femininity and tenderness instead. Melancholy came slowly.

"This is, Gale-style sleep without time?" Feng Zuo-jun hurriedly swung his saber to catch it, but found that this time the saber's movement seemed gentle, but there were layers of saber movements coming one after another, and he was caught in the tiger's mouth. It was numb from the shock, and the long knife almost came out of his hand.

Sitting in the chariot, Su Baiyi said with emotion: "It seems that what you said just now has benefited the Second Master Feng a lot."

"This remark must not have been conceived by Mr. Zuo, it must have been pointed out by an expert. Mian Wuxia's posture was originally created by a female patriarch back then. The saber posture is most suitable for narrow, long and soft, but it is still in my hands. Overbearing and domineering. The saber techniques are the same, but the saber moves are different. My second brother has a completely different personality from mine. If you swing a saber like me, you will only end up in a dead end." Feng Yuhan Said lightly.

Su Baiyi asked: "Sect Master Feng, do you think brother will lose?"

Feng Yuhan shook his head and said, "Mr. Zuo is still too young."

"Youth is an advantage, not a disadvantage." Su Baiyi smiled.

"Second Uncle's saber technique deserves praise!" Feng Zuo Jun seemed to be in a better mood than before, and swung the long saber in his hand more vigorously, and fought back and forth with Feng Yuli. At the beginning, people thought that the contest would be decided in an instant, but it went back and forth, which was really exciting.

"Four...fourth uncle?" A young woman walked up to the fourth uncle, "Do they use the same set of saber techniques?"

The fourth uncle was also dazzled by the sight, his forehead was covered with sweat, he wiped off the sweat, swallowed: "This...is indeed a gale style...but why is it so different."

In the middle of the field, Feng Zuojun was sweating profusely as he swung his saber. Uncle has been practicing Dafeng Style for many years, and he clearly sees moves that he is familiar with.

"Cousin, does he have a chance to win?" The young woman lowered her head slightly, her tone worried.

The fourth uncle was stunned for a moment: "Do you hope...he wins?"

"Hmm..." The young woman nodded, and then suddenly shouted to the audience, "Cousin! Come on!"

The abrupt voice came to the scene, Feng Zuo Jun was taken aback, then smiled: "It's sister Ruyi."

With that shout, the arena immediately became commotion, and then there were voices coming one after another, most of them were shouts like "Young Master, you must win", and without exception, they were all shouts and cheers from young women.

Nangong Xi'er smiled and said: "It seems that Feng Zuo-jun is quite popular in Tianxiaoyun Realm." But for some reason, at this moment, Nangong Xi'er thought of Su Baiyi who had been missing for many days, and the smile on his face returned. Disappeared, she turned her head and looked around again, and found the blue carriage quietly parked outside the Wufangtai.She frowned slightly, and had a guess in her mind.

Mu Rebel and Liu Duohan on the high platform also noticed the blue chariot. Mu Rebel didn't care about the duel off the stage. According to their plan, Feng Zuojun was destined to fail today. Liu Duohan said lightly: "The breath in that chariot is not right."

Mu Bei laughed and said, "I didn't expect that Master Liu would be so cautious."

Liu Duohan shook his head and said, "It's just intuition."

"What kind of intuition?" Mu Bi asked.

"I have experienced the intuition of life and death several times." Liu Duohan took a sip of tea.

At this moment, the fourth uncle on the stage was even more anxious and sweating: "Nonsense, nonsense! This is a major event to determine the position of suzerain, and it is not a competition in the arena. How can you cheer loudly! Nonsense! Nonsense!"

The young woman pouted, feeling very upset in her heart. They are well-known in the Daze Mansion in Tianxiaoyunjing, and when people mention them, they will think of the Feng Yuhan Sect Master who holds a knife and is world-famous. If they can represent them in the future It's really a shame to become this lame second master with a weird personality, but Feng Zuo Jun is young, handsome, arrogant and uninhibited, and it will be a new story to become the suzerain.Don't they, the young children of the rivers and lakes, just like such good stories?
But Mr. Feng Zuo in the audience didn't think so, he suddenly admired the second uncle in front of him.The second uncle was able to practice the current sword technique with a disabled body, and he must have put in far more efforts than ordinary people. No matter what the result is, this alone is enough to be recognized by Feng Zuojun.

Unfortunately……

"My father's disappearance, is it the second uncle's fault?" Feng Zuo Jun asked loudly.

The whole audience was shocked, and after a moment of uproar, it became silent for a moment.

Then Feng Yuli answered one word.

All the disciples in the cloud realm all over the mountain were struck by lightning.

"Yes." Feng Yuli said loudly without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)