My wife is a sword god

Chapter 267 It's You?

When Lan Ningshuang and Heitantou heard the words, they both sighed: "Young master's idea is good, but it's a pity that it's too difficult to realize."

"Yes." Qin Feng took a deep breath.

At this time, the old man said four words: "It depends on human efforts."

Qin Feng was taken aback immediately, this cheap master never shoots aimlessly, suddenly said this, is it really possible?

He thought of the serious matter that his master and Senior Sword Emperor had said last night.

He thought of the sword emperor sending his daughter Bai Qiu to Wan Jianzong to learn swords.

A bold idea suddenly formed in his mind.

"Could it be that Wan Jianzong and Sword Emperor City have already had the idea of ​​spreading their own martial arts to the outside world.

And Bai Qiu came to Wanjianzong to learn swords, is that the opportunity? "

Although the lady told him before that the sect master of Wanjian sect accepted Bai Qiu as his personal heir because he wanted to win the title of sword emperor, but Qin Feng still found this statement unconvincing.

The figure standing in front of the Wanjianzong stone tablet is still in his mind, and he can't get rid of it.

And Wan Jianzong's original intention of establishing the sect, as well as the countless names engraved on the stone tablet, also made him unable to let go of it for a long time.

He hopes from the bottom of his heart that the three masters of kendo can be integrated into one place to teach martial arts to the outside world.

If it can be realized, it is impossible for other sects and martial arts families to remain indifferent.

Perhaps one day, most people will be able to touch the high-grade state of martial arts, and by then, the human race will not have to live in panic under the threat of demons and ghosts
"Uncle, Uncle?" Lan Ningshuang called out.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Qin Feng came back to his senses.

"Why are you in a daze? If you don't drink this porridge, it will be cold."

"oh oh."

Qin Feng picked up the porridge, took a sip, and the words "it's up to people" that the old man said became more and more clear in his mind.

It's a pity that his ability is limited, even if he wants to facilitate such a situation, he is powerless.

In the town outside the misty peaks, two figures walked through the crowd towards Wan Jianzong.

There are obviously people coming and going on the street, but the strange thing is that no one can touch these two people.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier standing around the two of them, separating the rest of them.

Hearing the noisy voices in his ear, Li Luo asked curiously, "Who exactly spread the news about the Battle of Asking Swords? Why do so many people already know about it?"

Yan Zhou thought of the somewhat unreliable Sect Master Wan Jian, and didn't answer this question, but just glanced at the young man, his eyes full of sympathy.

"Master, why are you looking at me like this?" Li Luo sensed a strange gaze and asked in confusion.

"For this time's battle of asking swords, just do your best." Yan Zhou answered irrelevantly.

Hearing this, Li Luo put his arms around his chest and said confidently: "Not only will I fight with all my strength, but I also want to let the world know that Bingwu Lijia is the number one family of the three masters of swordsmanship!"

Yan Zhou was noncommittal, and changed the topic: "It is said that this time, Liu Jianli's husband also came to Wanjianzong."

"Husband Liu Jianli?" Li Luo exclaimed in surprise.

"That's right. Moreover, Liu Jianli's meridians were also healed by her husband."

As soon as these words came out, Li Luo looked even more shocked: "Then I'm going to see what her husband looks like."

Yan Zhou frowned slightly, and his memory returned to the restaurant in Qi Yuan City, and the figure in black who sang interesting songs is still vivid in his mind.

With his identity and ability, he naturally knew the information about Qin Feng long ago.

Otherwise, the letter of appointment would not have fallen into the hands of the other party.

"I'm still the same old year. I haven't changed a bit. Time is just a test, and the faith planted in my heart has not diminished." Qin Feng hummed a song, and on the other side, a stream of water drew a beautiful arc in the sky .

He shook his body, fastened his belt, and walked back toward the hall.

Along the way, I saw the frost that had not completely melted on the surface of the roadside stones, and remembered the figure in the black dress holding the divine sword in the air last night.

"Bai Wushuang and Niangzi are known by the world as a double swordsman, it is really extraordinary.

If the senior Sword Emperor hadn't arrived in time, I don't know how amazing the power of the sword broken star of the three gods would be. "

He originally thought that the lady was sure to win this sword battle, but it seemed that things were not as simple as he thought.

"There is no one worthy of fame, Bai Wushuang is indeed very strong, presumably the strength of the proud son of heaven who left home with military force will not be much weaker.

Although the lady could poke him away with a single finger at the beginning, but after such a long time, I don't know how much the opponent has become stronger.

I hope this time, the lady can poke it away with her three fingers. "Qin Feng sighed.

When he returned, Heitantou was practicing Yubingjue outside the house.

A strange voice came from the hall, apparently a stranger came.

Qin Feng asked curiously, "Who's here?"

Xing Sheng put down the long halberd in his hand and replied: "It's a young man in white clothes. Seeing that he is carrying a wide sword box, he should be a soldier who left home."

"Bing Wu left home? What is he doing here when he has nothing to do?"

"It seems to be looking for Miss, I don't know the details." Heitan shook his head.

Qin Feng understood it, and walked towards the hall, approaching the door, and suddenly heard the word "ghost soldier sword box" in the conversation between several people!
"The ghost weapon sword box that has been lost for hundreds of years from Bingwu's home? Could it be that the boy who came here is the arrogance of Bingwu's home?" Qin Feng quickened his pace, impatiently wanting to see the other party's appearance.

As soon as he stepped into the room, he immediately saw the strange but slightly familiar figure sitting at the table.

Dressed in white clothes, tied with a black headband, and carrying a large sword case, the surface is engraved with exquisite sword-style patterns. If you look closely, there are seven lines.

"I always feel like I've seen this sword box somewhere before?" Qin Feng raised his brows slightly, and began to recall in his mind.

"Uncle." Lan Ningshuang greeted.

"Huh?" The white-clothed boy who was talking turned around and looked over, and then his eyes widened: "It turned out to be you?!"

Li Luo naturally remembered this person. When he was in Qi Yuancheng restaurant, this person hummed arrogant lyrics and called him little brother!

Qin Feng also recognized Li Luo, and said in shock: "You are the Bingwu Lijia Tianjiao whose nose was poked by the lady's finger?!"

Ah, bad, I accidentally said what was in my heart. Qin Feng's face froze, and he looked at the other party carefully.

The young man clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

The rest of the people also cast surprised eyes.

"Sorry, I was quick to talk." Qin Feng apologized.

The boy didn't respond, he took a few breaths repeatedly, opened his right hand and shook it.

With a burst of energy sweeping away, accompanied by a heavy sound, the wide sword case fell to the ground with a bang, and cracks spread like spider webs.

The seven sword patterns on the surface of the sword case lit up in turn!
Qin Feng realized that something was wrong, swallowed his saliva and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The boy said every word: "Today, I must teach you a lesson!"

(End of this chapter)