"Okay, I'm waiting for you."

For a moment, everyone looked at each other. Who is the one who speaks the most in the Presbyterian Church?

The highest level of the Presbyterian Church in Mingjian Villa was caused by Nan Feng, and no one dared to speak out rashly, either the owner of the manor, the elder or the owner of the Jiange Pavilion.

On the contrary, Yan Fei has the absolute right to speak.

Originally, Yan Fei came here just as a bystander and had no right to speak.

Everyone here is not comparable to his identity or strength, regardless of their identity or strength.

Yan Fei is open-minded and doesn't like to turn around the bush.

Isn’t it just a pavilion master?

What you think is worthless in my eyes.

Everyone stopped talking, and he turned to look at Dugu Yun: "Master, I have something to say."

Liu Tianlong roared again: "I don't care about what this is. Just because you are an ordinary person, you can also speak?"

Without Yan Fei's mouth, Nan Feng glared at Liu Tianlong directly.

"Shut up, the surname Liu, is the deputy owner? In my eyes, you are not even a big deal. You are so awesome and can't break my sword formation? No matter how nonsense, do you believe me or not to kill you?"

"You, you..., am I still afraid of you?"

In such an occasion, every word of Nan Feng's words is like a knife, and Liu Tianlong can't help but have a good temper.

Liu Tianyan hurriedly whispered beside him: "Brother, bet on a crazy man. No matter whether you win or lose, you will not get any advantage."

Liu Tianlong knew it was reasonable when he heard this. He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart and sat on the chair.

Yan Fei didn't even look at Liu Tianlong.

After a few breaths, Dugu Yun nodded and said, "Say."

"I won't do this position as the Lord of the Jinque Sword Pavilion."

Dugu Yun raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Yan Fei, within a radius of thousands of miles, I have tens of thousands of disciples in Mingjian Villa. No one doesn't want to get this opportunity. But you said you won't do it?"

"I really don't have any interest. Besides, the master of the Jinque Sword Pavilion is still there, so it's not my turn to covet it." As he spoke, Yan Fei shook his hand with one hand, took out the Jinque Sword, and handed it to Nan Feng.

"Senior, the object returns to the original owner. However, this sword's spiritual power is seriously damaged, so I hope you don't blame me."

Yan Fei knew very well.

Nan Feng's crazy about swordsmanship is no less than Nan Li.

Does he really want to be the head of the Jinque Jiange Pavilion?

Has he really abandoned the sword art? The strength shown by Nan Feng today has given the answer.

The most important thing for such people is not life, but glory, or a kind of soul.

He could not break the sword formation, and his three sons died. Even the Jinque sword was sealed in the sword formation. How could Nan Feng be the lord of the sword pavilion?

What Yan Fei wants to do now is to return the things to the original owner.

Nan Feng looked at the Jinque Sword in front of him. Although the sword light had dimmed a lot, he still showed irresistible excitement.

This action completely confirms Yan Fei's judgment.

Most of Yan Fei's actions were surprised by seeing them.

They tried their best to let Yan Fei be the head of the pavilion, but they didn't expect that they were not interested at all.

Is this kid a fool?

The great elder Dugu Mo leaned into Dugu Yun's ear and whispered: "Yan Fei is too smart. Sometimes, possession may not be true possession, and loss may not be true loss."

Dugu Yun nodded and sighed, "Hey, I'll send out a sword, what does Yan Fei get for the so-called identity of the Pavilion Master? With a strong arm, has he really lost his identity of the Pavilion Master? I'm afraid he just changed his way."

Yan Fei handed the Jinque Sword forward and said, "Senior, please accept it, it belongs to you."

Nan Feng, who was in his eighties, had tears in his eyes. He took the Golden Que Sword from Yan Fei.

It was like stroking a baby, Nan Feng's hand gently stroked the Jinque sword.

It's strange that when the Jinque Sword, which was originally dull, suddenly sounded a sword sound when it was taken to Nan Feng's hand, and the golden light on the sword body also surged, like golden waves rippling.

"Congratulations to the Lord of Jinque Pavilion, and take over the Jinque Sword Pavilion again." Seeing that Nan Feng had accepted the Jinque Sword, Yan Fei immediately bowed and bowed.

Nan Feng regained the Jinque Sword Pavilion, and everyone present was convinced. He was the master of Jinque Pavilion.

Nan Feng's attention was all on the Jinque Sword. Yan Fei thought that he might not be as happy as seeing his son.

After a full hundred breaths, Nan Feng came to his senses and looked at Yan Fei.

"My friend, are your business done?"

Yan Fei smiled dryly and said, "Haha, it's over."

"Okay, follow me, I will explore it with you."

After saying that, Nan Feng pulled Yan Fei away, Nan Li followed closely behind, leaving only the broken door panel on the ground, two life-and-death guards, and more than a dozen old men with helpless expressions.

Liu Tianlong glanced at everyone in a daze.

"Just let them go?"

No one makes a sound!

…!

The back mountain is where a bamboo forest is located.

Green mountains and clear waters, quiet and natural.

When he approached, Yan Fei felt that the spiritual power in the air became more and more abundant.

When I saw a huge forest garden appeared in front of me, there was a wooden sign on the door of the forest garden.

Baicao Garden!

"Senior, is this your Baicao Garden?"

"Hey, my friend, let me tell you the truth, the sword formation in Jinque Sword Pavilion is a heart-wrenching problem for me. The reason why I no longer practice sword art and study this alchemy technique is because I don't want to think about sword art anymore, my three sons..."

This old man laughed and made a fuss, and at this moment he was crying.

But Yan Fei did not laugh at him, but was truly respectful to Nan Feng.

"Senior, let's talk about it inside."

There are two thatched huts next to Baicao Garden, which is Nanfeng’s residence.

Follow Nanfeng into the thatched hut.

Without Nan Feng asking too much, Yan Fei told him the whole story of breaking the formation of Jiange.

"It makes no sense. At a young age, your cultivation level is naturally incomparable to me, but I can break this formation. What is the reason?" Nan Feng frowned and kept muttering.

Yan Fei really didn't want to see Nan Feng so sad, but he couldn't reveal his secrets.

Finally, Yan Fei simply reminded Nan Feng.

"Maybe it's because the younger generation was born with a sword body." Since Nan Feng saw it, Yan Fei had nothing to hide. He just changed the recast Immortal Sword Body to a natural one.

After saying this, Nan Feng's eyes lit up immediately.

"Yes, that must be it. Humph, Mingjian Villa is known as the Sword Sect. Whoever truly understands Sword Way is just using a sword to pre-practice the sword and a required sword body. Unfortunately, I have been practicing hard for many years and it is only a half-sword body. I am afraid that there is only this explanation."

Seeing that Nan Feng's mood had stabilized a lot, Yan Fei finally asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Senior, I don't know where you got this sword-forming diagram?" Yan Fei no longer forced his identity. The voice said that it was created by himself, perhaps in a certain past life.

But this kind of array map is probably not something that can be found in an ordinary place. If you can go there once, you may have the opportunity, which is of great benefit to improving your strength.
Chapter completed!