Lang Feng finally convinced Zuo Xiaodie that she would go to the Hidden Sword Pavilion to practice the Heavenly Sword Art, and he would play with her more in the future. Zuo Xiaodie finally left with a pout after Lang Feng made several oaths.

Lang Feng quickly rushed to the Hidden Sword Pavilion. He hadn't practiced in the past few days, so he thought he would fall behind everyone.

When I came to the black door, I suddenly thought, why haven't I seen Bingyue in the past few days? I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Just as I was thinking about it, a voice came and said, "Do you feel it?

The true energy in your body is churning, making you feel extremely uncomfortable?"

Lang Feng was surprised when he heard this, and thought to himself: "Who is sick?"

Looking around, I saw a group of people, all looking at one disciple. The disciple was constantly pulling the sword in and out of his hands. Seeing that everyone's expressions did not change, the disciple became extremely frustrated.

Lang Feng couldn't help but laugh. It was Wu Caoyun who was the first disciple during Yujian's martial arts test at that time.

A disciple next to him said: "Senior Brother Wu, you haven't practiced the Heavenly Sword Jue. How come we feel our blood boiling and extremely uncomfortable?"

Wu Caoyun returned the sword at a loss and said, "Why did I feel like this when Lang Feng drew his sword?"

Lang Feng couldn't help but be surprised when he heard Wu Caoyun mention his name, and listened carefully.

Those people were gathered in a crowd, and their cultivation levels were low, so they did not notice that Lang Feng was on one side. A disciple said: "I heard from a senior brother that Lang Feng has already reached the first level of Tianjianjue."

Another disciple said: "No, when Lang Feng drew his sword that day, we felt uncomfortable. That's because he was holding the fairy sword Tianmang."

Lang Feng thought in his mind: "Have I really mastered the first level of Heavenly Sword Art?"

Another disciple sighed: "I really envy Lang Feng. Master Zuo actually passed on Tianmang to him. Look at that day, Tianmang dragons chanted and phoenixes chirped, emitting countless immortal energy. I just took one and I was satisfied.

"

Lang Feng originally wanted to hear them talk about the Heavenly Sword Jue, but didn't want them to talk about the Fairy Sword Tianmang.

Wu Caoyun said: "Junior brother Lu, don't have any wishful thinking. Tianmang is our sect's fairy. How could you touch it?"

Lang Feng chuckled and said: "Since a few of our senior fellow apprentices are interested in elegance, there's nothing wrong with Tianmang borrowing a few of them to take a look."

The seven or eight people were startled and turned around. When they saw it was Lang Feng, they couldn't help but be startled.

Lang Feng untied Tianmang, handed it to the disciple who spoke just now, and said: "Junior Brother Lu, I will fulfill your wish."

The disciple surnamed Lu recognized Lang Feng, looked at the Tianmang in Lang Feng's hand, but did not dare to take it, and said: "Senior Brother Lang Feng, I just said it casually, don't take it seriously."

Seeing the fearful look on the disciple's face, Lang Feng felt strange in his heart and said: "The sky light belongs to Tianmen, not my private property, Lang Feng. We are all disciples of Tianmen, so of course you can take it for a look."

The disciple surnamed Lu looked happy and wanted to move, but he still didn't dare to step forward and take a look.

Wu Caoyun took two steps forward, took Tianmang's hand, and said: "Senior Brother Langfeng is not like other people, please feel free to watch."

Everyone shouted and rushed up to grab Tianmang, but Wu Caoyun came up empty-handed.

Wu Caoyun looked at the crowd fighting for each other, smiled slightly, and said to Lang Feng: "Thank you, Senior Brother Lang Feng, for lending me the sword to watch."

Lang Feng chuckled and said: "Junior Brother Wu!"

Wu Caoyun was shocked and said: "Do you know my surname is Wu?" His face was excited.

Lang Feng said: "Of course I know, I want to ask you something." Lang Feng didn't dare to say that he knew Wu Caoyun's name during the martial arts test, because Wu Caoyun couldn't even use a sword at that time.

Wu Caoyun's face was still excited and said: "Senior Brother Lang Feng, it's okay to ask, I will answer everything I know."

Lang Feng said: "I heard what the senior brothers said just now, what happened on the first level of Tianjian Jue?"

Wu Caoyun said: "Actually, senior brother, you don't need to ask me about this. Now all the disciples of Tianmen know that you have mastered the first level of Tianjianjue."

Lang Feng was surprised and said: "Why didn't I know?"

Wu Caoyun wondered: "What?"

Lang Feng chuckled and patted Wu Caoyun's shoulder. He was really wondering in his heart. When did he learn the first level of Tianjian Jue? Suddenly, a voice from the crowd said: "Why doesn't this Tianmang have the sword chant?"

The sound doesn’t have the light of immortal energy, could it be fake?”

I saw one disciple pulling out the Tianmang. Except for the smooth and dazzling sword body, the Tianmang was the same. All the disciples said: It is fake.

At this time, Tianmang was like an ordinary sword. Lang Feng walked over and took Tianmang. The familiar warmth was instantly introduced into his heart. Tianmang instantly emitted a trace of fairy energy, and a sword chant sounded.

All the disciples were shocked, how could Tian Mang become immortal in Lang Feng's hands, and the dragons roared repeatedly?

Lang Feng returned the sword to the pin, cupped his hands and said: "Brothers, I'll take my leave for now." He turned and left. Everyone looked at Lang Feng's back. Wu Caoyun said: "The sword doesn't sing, it's just that I haven't met the dragon yet."

"

Lang Feng stood in front of the Hidden Sword Pavilion again. After taking out the chain sword, after a white light, Lang Feng appeared in a place. All he saw was a vast expanse of white. It was completely different from the previous scene.

Those flashing light symbols disappeared, leaving only a huge space. Lang Feng was surprised, how could this place become like this? He casually pulled out his sword, but there was no expected sword whistle.

Lang Feng thought to himself: "How come there is no sound of the sword whistling?" Luck waved the sword randomly a few times, and was shocked by this move. He felt that the sword was like a thousand kilograms of stone, difficult to swing, as if there was a lot of resistance in the void.

Lang Feng summoned up all his strength and waved a few times, but his hands and feet felt sore and weak, he felt rude all over, and saw the void and confusion around him.

Not wanting to be so tired after just a few swings, he immediately unleashed his full strength and gathered all the energy in his body into Tianmang. Tianmang let out a sword roar and tried to use more than ten moves, but the moves were messy.

, but hacked out randomly

In the end, Lang Feng finally sat down on the ground with his sword in his hand. He tried to struggle to stand up, but his whole body was so weak that he no longer had the strength to stand up.

Lang Feng simply lay on the ground, breathing heavily. Although his whole body felt weak, he felt extremely comfortable.

He lay down for a while, but felt that his strength was gradually returning. He stood up on the ground and wanted to draw the sword again, but found that the true energy in his body was empty. Lang Feng sighed, but he did not expect that the true energy was consumed so cleanly.

After resting for a while, I still couldn't see any sign of recovery of my true energy. I had no choice but to take out the chain sword. The surrounding scene blurred away. After a white light, I came outside the temple.

Lang Feng looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was shining in the sky and the forest peaks were towering in the distance. He had nothing to do, so he went for a walk in the forest and felt the breeze and the chirping of birds. It was also pleasant.

Yu Jian flew towards a peak and landed in the mountain. The forest was very quiet. Sure enough, there was only the sound of birds chirping.

Lang Feng suddenly thought: "The Tianfeng is so high, how did these birds come up? Could it be that birds also know how to fly in the air?" At that moment, he was laughed at by his own thoughts. He walked along the stone and suddenly heard a few miles to the right.

, there was the sound of gurgling water, Lang Feng thought to himself, water can flow out, and birds can come up.

Following the sound of water, he chased away and passed through several woods. The sound of water gradually became louder, and suddenly there was the sound of several swords striking each other. Lang Feng was startled. Could it be that a demonic figure appeared here and someone was fighting?

He quickly disappeared, hiding behind a tree trunk, and looked around. At this glance, his heart felt like being hit by a stone, and he suddenly forgot where he was.

I saw a large lake in front of the tree, and a stone peak opposite the lake. The water flowed straight down from the stone peak and fell into the lake, stirring up layers of water mist.

Two figures in white clothes on the lake separated after a blow. One figure was graceful, the other was majestic, leaving shadows on the water.

After the two separated, they each stood a little in the water, then turned back. The two swords intersected again, and there were countless sword strikes. The two figures also cut through the water mist at the same time, rising into the sky.

The sounds of sword strikes shook Lang Feng's mind, as if it was shattered. Those two people were Bingyue and Lu Yifei. No wonder they hadn't seen each other for a few days, but it turned out that they were practicing swordplay here.

Lang Feng retreated silently, feeling dull and indescribable the sadness in his heart. He flew to another peak in a daze, still thinking about the two figures who looked like a couple of gods just now.

Lang Feng landed on a rock, surrounded by towering trees. He felt stuffy in his chest, and with a roar, the light flew out of the sky.

Lang Feng followed and grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand, dancing like a whirlwind.

Lang Feng made moves at will, but felt that he was dancing faster and faster. He swung his sword again and hit a tree trunk flatly. Then he quickly turned around and hit another tree trunk. He struck dozens of tree trunks like lightning.

, and a few more floated, landing gently, the tip of the sword pointing diagonally at the ground, emitting a trace of sword energy.

Many leaves slowly drifted down around, like scattered rain all over the sky, covering the sky.

Lang Feng struck out with his sword with all his strength, and suddenly felt the sword wind spreading everywhere, and the fallen leaves were turning up again, but they were all broken into two halves.

Lang Feng returned the sword and put it away, and took a long breath. Only then did he feel that the troubles in his heart were gone. A kind of joy that he had never experienced before jumped into his heart. The leaves that had fallen and flew up fell again, and soon the ground was covered with grass.

After reaching the first floor, Lang Feng said to himself: "I still don't know who my parents were harmed by, but I am worrying about this and other things here. It is really unfilial."

It was still early in the day, the forest was very clean, and there was no one around, so I took a leisurely stroll in the forest.

After passing several woods, Lang Feng suddenly stopped and saw a thatched hut in front of him. There was a huge bamboo railing around the hut, and there were many strange flowers around it. In front of the house was a huge lake, but behind the house there was

It's a bamboo forest

Lang Feng wondered why there was a thatched hut here. Looking at the flowers and plants around it, it looked like someone was living there. Who would live here? As he was thinking, a man walked out of the thatched hut, carrying a large wooden bucket, and walked towards the lake.

Lang Feng took a closer look and saw that the man was quite old, with a white beard on his face without a trace of black. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes and was filling a large wooden bucket with water in the lake. Lang Feng saw that the wooden bucket was as thick as a tree and picked it up.

It was very inconvenient, and the old man was quite old, so he immediately stepped forward, helped the old man fill the bucket with water, and carried it to the garden together.

The old man put down the barrel and sat on the stone bench. Lang Feng clasped his fists and bowed: "Senior, please forgive me for disturbing my leisure time."

The old man took a careful look at Lang Feng, chuckled, and said: "The old man has been alone here for many years and has never been around. I don't expect someone to come today. It seems that we are very destined."

This old man's face is smooth and ruddy, and against the backdrop of his silvery white beard, he looks like a fairy.

Lang Feng smiled bitterly in his heart. If he hadn't seen Bingyue and Lu Yifei flying with their swords, he wouldn't have come here in a daze. But he also wondered why the old man lived here alone. After hearing what the old man said, he said: "I don't know what you call me, senior."

?”

The old man waved his hand and said: "The name is just a common name. It doesn't matter if it's unethical. I carry water, grow flowers, and build bamboo houses here every day. If you are interested, you can call me Bamboo Man."

Lang Feng was open-minded by nature. Seeing that this senior did not want to tell his name, he did not care too much and said: "Disciple Lang Feng has met senior Zhu Weng." After speaking, he looked around and said: "Senior lives here elegantly. It is really a good choice.

A great place”

The bamboo man said with a "Oh" sound: "Where is the best place here?"

Lang Feng looked at the bamboo forest behind the house and said: "The bamboos in this bamboo forest are all round and tall, which is a good scenery."

The bamboo man patted the clothes on his body and said: "There are so many places, but you deceived you into looking at this bamboo forest. Then do you know what the names of these bamboos are?"

Lang Feng scratched his head and said: "This junior has little knowledge and short sight. I don't know what the name of these bamboos is. I hope my senior can tell me."
Chapter completed!