time quietly pass.

On this day, Zhang Yi walked out of the room.

At this time, it is already a month later.

"The next person is here to inform that my flying mark has been successfully forged."

"I don't know how its formidable power is?"

Zhang Yi's eyes flashed Moved, under the excitement in my heart, my footsteps became much lighter.

Passing by a blooming garden, Zhang Yi came to the lobby.

With a glance, Zhang Yi looked towards the sword in the old man's hand.

——At this time, the Feihen sword body is still hidden in the scabbard.

"Young Master, fortunately not insulting my life." The old man laughed and passed the flying mark in his hand to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi took the long sword and discovered that there were patterns carved on the hilt of the sword. It was a bit like a Phoenix flying with its wings spread out, and he felt proud of looking over the world.

Um...Isn't the hero supposed to be a dragon...Zhang Yi complained in his heart.

Hold the scabbard with your left hand, place the right hand on the hilt, Zhang Yi breathes deeply, and pull the right hand outward to pull the flying mark out of the scabbard.

The snow-white light drew in, and a sharp breath rushed toward him.

Zhang Yi did not use sword intent or true essence, but simply draw the sword.

Zhang Yi eyes shined, the hands are hardened again, clang, and all the flying marks are out of the sheath.

There is no concealment of the sharpness, it is as if a sword is out of its sheath, and the sharpness is revealed. The sharp meaning makes the skin cold, just like a peerless swordsman.

The body of the Feihen sword is like autumn frost, the whole body is thin and tenacious, with a touch of cold light.

Zhang Yi true essence blended into it, and only heard a light tremor of the sword body, and there was a frosty sword glow on it.

Zhang Yi turned around, swinging a sword at will.

I saw the frosty sword glow coming out through the body, passing by at low altitude, lighting up an arc.

In silence, the sword glow sank into the white wall, and then there was no movement.

But Zhang Yi's eyes flashed with light waves, and it was already clear that the frost-white sword glow submerged into the white wall without the slightest pause. It had already penetrated it.

On the place where the sword glow passed through, only a very small trace was left, and the walls all around were not damaged at all.

The sword glow is extremely condensed.

Using the third rank flying mark to perform sword moves, it has improved the condensed level of sword qi.

Zhang Yi nodded, his attack power will be greatly improved.

We have to test it out.

"Young Master is still satisfied?" the old man laughed and said.

"Satisfied, of course satisfied, this time, but also many thanks to Mr. Liu."

Zhang Yi quickly replied.

"Young Master is satisfied."

The old man held his beard and said nodded with a smile.

For an Artifact Refinement Master, it is indeed a happy thing for the weapons that I build to be recognized by others.

"Congratulations to Emissary Zhang for winning the sword."

Aside, Zheng Jian walked up and said with a smile.

Zhang Yi smiled nodded, and received the sword enters sheathe of Feihen, ready to go to the field to try the formidable power later.

At this time, the curtain on the side of the hall was pulled up, and one person walked out.

The visitor wore a yellow robe, his face was firm, and his hair had many white beards.

Zhang Yi looked subconsciously and found that he was someone he had never seen before.

But looking at the fluctuations in the true essence of his body, it is especially better than Zheng Jian, Fanglin and the other two, and his heart is immediately clear.

Peak expert, Zheng Yuan.

I was absent from Quota Battle due to injury, and now a month has passed, looking at his appearance, it is obvious that he has recovered.

"Young Master is so skillful that even Zhao Wushuang can easily defeat him. With such a strength, it really makes me wait for blushed with shame."

As soon as I walked over, Zheng Yuan opened the mouth and said.

Obviously, I have learned about the events from Zheng Jian.

"Your excellency praised it, but it was just a discussion."

Zhang Yi replied.

"This time's Quota Battle is really thanks to Young Master, otherwise the big Flame Sect will succeed."

Zhang Yi raised his brows. There is a lot of information. , That is to say, it is really the hands and feet of the people of Flame Sect.

However, Zhang Yi did not answer the conversation either. This matter has nothing to do with him, so there is no need to intervene.

Just listen to Zheng Yuan again, "I have played against Zhao Wushuang several times, and we have won and lost."

"And Young Master easily defeated Zhao Wushuang and wanted to come. It’s me, and the ending is the same."

"But I still want to discuss with Young Master, I don’t know what Young Master thinks about it?"

Zhang Yi thought for a while. , Nodded.

He just got the Feihen Sword, and he still wants to try the formidable power.

As a result, someone jumped out immediately. It was a coincidence to catch the duck on the shelf.

"Then Young Master, let's go."

……

Martial Practice Stage in the capital city.

Zhang Yi and Zheng Yuan stood on both sides.

"Father, if you lose, even if you admit defeat, you can stay alone."

Beside Zheng Yuan, Zheng Jian whispered.

"humph."

Zheng Yuan is coldly snorted, his tone is dissatisfied, "Is a father who doesn't know how to be flexible.

" "Just with Zhao Wushuang I haven't played against each other for many years, I just want to consider it with the other party."

"so that's how it is." Zheng Jian's eyes lit up, and this is indeed a good way.

Zhao Wushuang and Zhang Yi played against each other.

Then he will fight Zhang Yi again.

Can you reverse Zhao Wushuang's approximate strength soon?

It's really a second.

Although Zheng Jian and Fang Lin have watched the entire battle and knew that Zhao Wushuang was miserably crushed by Zhang Yi, they did not know Zhang Yi's true strength.

So, whether Zhao Wushuang regressed or Zhang Yi is too strong, they don't know.

Take a look at Zhang Yi's strength with the help of this battle to get an accurate judgment.

Zheng Jian looked at the silhouette of Zheng Yuan walking towards the court at this moment, feeling very relieved in his heart.

With the help of Emissary Zhang to obtain the Third Rank weapon, it takes time to practice hand, take the initiative to come to a battle.

Daddy thinks so, it's wonderful.

"Are you ready?"

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Zhang Yi asked.

"Young Master, although I am here, I am different from King Zhao Wushuang in all-round enhancement. I specialize in defense. Taking Young Master's offense still has several points of confidence."

Zheng Yuan replied confidently.

That's it.

Zhang Yi, who was planning to stay a bit of strength, listened to the opposite answer.

Immediately eyes shined and said, "Your Excellency is also proud!"

After that, the Feihen Sword came out of its sheath, and Zhang Yi pierced towards the opponent amidst the sound of sword chants.

The sky is dark and dark clouds are coming.

What Jianfeng points to, never advances.

"Good coming." Zheng Yuan also greeted him confidently.

Zhao Wushuang was able to fight Zhang Yi for so long before, and he is a defensive expert. Although the third rank sword was added to the opponent, it is not a problem to fight for a hundred rounds. After all, everyone is Earth Realm mid-term.

……

After more than twenty moves.

"Peng." Zhang Yi kicked Zheng Yuan in the chest, kicked him flying, rubbing the ground and sliding all the way, after a long time, he stabilized his figure and stood up.

……

Zheng Yuan: You lost after more than twenty moves? ? ?

"Come again!"

He said some fly into a rage out of humiliation, and then rushed up again.

...

Soon, he was smashed to the ground with a sword.

Zheng Yuan is a little bit evil, gritted his teeth: Come again!

...

There was a big hole on the ground, and Zheng Yuan crawled out of it.

Zheng Yuan: How could I lose so soon, something is wrong, I am a major defensive, have I regressed so much?

"Come again!"

Gritting his teeth, Zheng Yuan rushed out again!

...

In the distance, Zheng Jian, who was watching this scene, raised his hand to cover his eyes and shook the head.

The previous ones were all illusions, how could he have the idea of ​​terrifying that his father was reassuring?

……

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