A slight smile hung on Ling Qingwu's beautiful face, adding a touch of human fireworks to her.
Everyone couldn't help but sigh, it turned out that it wasn't that the goddess of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect was too cold, but that her smile was only aimed at certain people.
Feng Yi kept looking at Ye Qingran, but suddenly his way was blocked by someone, and he was immediately unhappy.
However, when he heard someone calling his name, he still looked over and saw that it was a completely strange woman who smiled at her with evil intentions.
Seeing Feng Yi looking towards her, the smile on Ling Qingwu's face became even stronger.
She knew that Feng Yi was here to find her!
She moved closer to Feng Yi, but Feng Yi's next words made the expression on her face freeze.
"Who are you?!"
Feng Yi frowned and said in a deep voice, his face still had that cold look.
With one sentence, "Who are you?", the atmosphere suddenly took a turn for the worse and became extremely awkward.
The envy, jealousy, and hatred in everyone's eyes suddenly froze there.
What's going on?
Why does Feng Yi act like he is not familiar with Ling Qingwu?
Didn't he come here for Ling Qingwu?
Ling Qingwu herself was also stunned on the spot, looking at the handsome young man in front of her, looking at him with a very strange look, with impatience in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, she was immediately dumbfounded.
Feng Yi, didn't you come here for her?
Why don’t you recognize yourself?
Could it be that she had changed so much in the past three years that he didn't recognize her?
It must be like this. Three years ago, she didn't have blooms, but now she has blooms. It's normal that Feng Yi didn't recognize her!
Ling Qingwu suppressed the panic in her heart, "Feng Yi, it's me, I'm Ling Qingwu!" As she said that, she bit her lip and showed a hint of shyness, "Three years ago, you started from Xuanyuan Sword.
When Pai left, he even smiled at me."
Ling Qingwu thought that by reminding Feng Yi like this, he would definitely remember it. After all, back then, he was cold to everyone, and he only smiled when he was facing her.
She should be special in his mind, right?
"Ling Qingwu?"
Ling Qingwu nodded vigorously, her heart filled with joy, she knew that he remembered her!
"I don't know you!"
Ling Qingwu's pupils shrank, and the smile on her face disappeared little by little.
Feng Yi said he didn’t know her!
How is this possible!
Could it be that Feng Yi lost his memory?
This dramatic scene made everyone dumbfounded.
ah…
this…
Ling Qingwu is not embarrassed, everyone is embarrassed for her!
After working on it for a long time, it turned out that Feng Yi didn't know her at all, so naturally he couldn't come for her!
This Ling Qingwu is too pretentious, isn't she?
The disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect all showed horrified expressions.
If Feng Yi didn't come for Ling Qingwu, who else could he come for?
Could it be that Ye Qingran is this loser?
Under everyone's surprised gazes, Feng Yi ignored Ling Qingwu, passed her by, and walked in the direction of Ye Qingran!
"Look, Feng Yi is really walking towards Ye Qingran! Is he really here for Ye Qingran?"
"But, how could Feng Yi be related to Ye Qingran?"
"Could it be that the person Feng Yi really likes is Ye Qingran?"
…
Amid countless people's suspicions, Feng Yi had already walked up to Ye Qingran.
A bright smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face, his eyes were blazing, and he was smiling and smiling. Instead of his usual sharp-sword temperament, he smiled like a sunny boy.
"Master, long time no see!" His lips moved, and his clear voice sounded like a charming cello.
Master?!
Everyone is stunned!
Feng Yi, a swordsman who is known as the best swordsman of the younger generation, actually calls himself Master Ye Qingran?!
Did they hear wrongly?
Everyone's hearts were beating wildly and they were doubting life!
One moment, Xia Zhimeng was admiring the handsome guy's chest and abdominal muscles so close at hand. The next second, the handsome guy's "Master" frightened her legs so much that she almost fell to her knees.
Master?
Her sister Ran became the master at a young age?
Ling Shaoyang's eyes lit up.
If Feng Yi calls Ye Qingran his master, then wouldn't he be Feng Yi's... uncle?
The sword-crazy Feng Yi’s uncle?
My God, this is so majestic!
Ling Shaoyang couldn't help but curved the corners of his lips and showed a smile.
Although Lord Ling knew that Ye Qingran and Feng Yi had a close relationship, he didn't know that their relationship was so... strange.
Sword Demon Feng Yi calls Ye Qingran Master, doesn't it mean that his sword demon father is Ye Qingran's apprentice?
I'll be a good boy...
Mr. Ling, who was sorting out the relationship, twitched the corners of his white-bearded mouth.
Boss, he is still the same boss!
It's just that his grandson got an advantage. By accident, he suddenly became the uncle of the sword idiot Feng Yi! The junior brother of the sword demon! He is really promising!
cough…
It’s so embarrassing to have such a small advantage!
Everyone was shocked!
Feng Yi, the son of the sword demon and the world-famous sword madman, actually calls himself Master Ye Qingran?!
OMG!
Crazy?
Ye Qingran is a waste with no spiritual roots, how can he deserve the title of Feng Yi?
Ling Qingwu looked at Feng Yi's back and Ye Qingran's calm look, feeling extremely hateful in her heart.
She was very puzzled. Why did Feng Yi turn around and ignore her when he smiled so happily at her back then and walked to Ye Qingran instead?
It wasn't until she heard Feng Yi calling "Master" that she finally showed a sarcastic smile.
Is a waste worthy of Feng Yi being called his master?
What kind of master is she? Is she a useless master?
Ling Qingwu's eyes were as cold as frost, full of contempt.
"I haven't seen you in three years. I've grown taller."
Ye Qingran raised his head and patted the tall young man in front of him, with a gentle smile on his face.
"Well!" Feng Yi's eyes were blazing and his smile was like the scorching sun. "In these years, A Yi has lived up to his master's teachings and has made rapid progress. That's..."
"Just what?"
A blush appeared on Feng Yi's face, "I just miss my master!"
Han Xing Leng Yue pursed her lips and snickered.
Feng Yi, the sword demon, probably looks like a child in front of her young lady. You know, this guy even ignores his father, the sword demon.
Xia Zhimeng pinches her man, showing that she has no resistance to the shy and shy man!
"I miss you, Master, but I haven't seen you come to see me?"
"I have not yet mastered the art of swordsmanship, and I have no face to meet my master!"
Ye Qingran said with a smile: "Then the way of swordsmanship is now accomplished?"
Feng Yi scratched his head, with a hint of shyness hidden in his smile, "The art of swordsmanship is far and endless. It's just that I have learned everything my master taught me before!"
"Then show your master your skills?"
"Yes!" Feng Yi nodded, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars.
Han Xing Leng Yue covered her mouth and snickered. Feng Yi, a swordsman who is known as the best swordsman of the younger generation, only behaves like a well-behaved child in front of Ye Qingran!
Feng Yi took a few steps back, and his temperament suddenly changed. His whole person was cold and solemn, aloof and sharp, like a peerless sword!
As soon as he thought, the sword behind his back suddenly unsheathed, and there seemed to be the sound of a dragon's roar. The long sword turned into a stream of light and shot towards the sky. The next moment, it was like fireworks exploding, turning into thousands of sword shadows.
.
Seeing the roar of light, a huge sword formation was formed in an orderly manner in the void. They were neatly organized and ready to go. It seemed to have a huge power. With just one thought from Feng Yi, it could destroy everything!
In the sky above Xiliang City, there are thousands of sword shadows. Under Feng Yi's control, various formations are constantly changing. From time to time, the sound of dragon roars is faintly heard, and the sound of long swords piercing the void is full of sharpness and surges.
The endless sword energy blows like the wind, making the person's face hurt.
Ye Qingran raised his head slightly, with numerous sword shadows reflected in his eyes, and nodded almost invisible. As Feng Yi himself said, he had already learned what she taught him!
He was indeed born for the art of swordsmanship. Give him another ten years, and no one in the world will be able to surpass him in the art of swordsmanship!
"receive!"
Hearing Feng Yi's low shout, thousands of sword shadows whizzed down and sank into the scabbard behind him.
The scene was so majestic and colorful that those who watched it were stunned, as if they were in the world of swords. Everything they could see were shadows of swords, and every breath was filled with sword energy!
Feng Yi's breath dissipated, and when he looked at Ye Qingran again, he regained his cheerful and sunny appearance.
At this time, a cold and arrogant voice sounded: "Feng Yi is a peerless genius, what qualifications do you, Ye Qingran, have to become his master?!"