Facing An Yiran's expectant gaze, Shen Chenfeng asked politely.
"good."
An Yiran thought that Shen Chenfeng had remembered something, and couldn't help but get excited.
But the next moment, the expression on her face froze.
"Never heard of it."
Shen Chenfeng shook his head. He had just arrived in the heaven and didn't even know the geographical distribution, let alone the various forces.
But just in case, he still asked Bai Ning beside him, "Have you heard of it?"
"No."
Bai Ning looked confused. Although she was a native of the heaven, she had never traveled far in her life, so naturally she had never heard of this surname.
"Since you haven't heard of it, forget it."
An Yiran originally wanted to get angry, but looking at the expressions of the two people who didn't know what to say, he couldn't help but feel discouraged and said: "I passed by Bai's house and saw what just happened. If I guessed correctly, Shen Chenfeng, you are planning to die. Bar?"
"kindness?"
"Death?"
Bai Ning trembled all over, looked at Shen Chenfeng in disbelief, and said, "What's going on?"
"What else could happen?"
An Yiran sneered, hugged his shoulders, and said: "Shen Chenfeng just said that he would never involve the Bai family. And the direction he is going now is Chi Ronghu's territory. If I guessed correctly, you are I want to attack other righteous gods to attract attention and ignore the Bai family."
With that said, she took a step forward and said proudly: "Shen Chenfeng, I wonder if I made a mistake?"
"That's the thing."
"But if you say that I'm going to die, are you looking down on me a little too much?"
Shen Chenfeng shrugged helplessly. Although his thoughts were somewhat different from An Yiran's, they were similar.
"Shen Chenfeng, although you are physically strong, even I am a little surprised. But it is undeniable that your cultivation level is too low."
"You were able to kill the knotweed because the knotweed was underestimated."
"But you can't always be so lucky."
An Yiran shook his head and analyzed calmly.
"Really?"
Shen Chenfeng smiled and said: "You said that I was lucky to kill the knotweed. So was it also luck that I just defeated you?"
"you!"
An Yiran's eyes widened in anger for a moment, and he faintly wanted to have a seizure.
But when she recalled Shen Chenfeng's extremely powerful body, her heart sank slightly and she said, "Shen Chenfeng, if I guessed correctly, you are a practitioner of the Great Desolate Style, right?"
"Honghuangliu?"
"What's the meaning?"
Shen Chenfeng frowned slightly and asked subconsciously.
"Honghuangliu originally refers to the cultivators of the ancient times."
"They do not cultivate divine power and do not respect ghosts and gods. They focus on sharpening their bodies and pursue the supreme state of defeating all laws with one force."
"However, with the development of the times, many cultivators will also cultivate their divine power while cultivating their body. However, they still focus on their body and supplement their divine power."
"This kind of practitioner is called Honghuangliu."
After finishing speaking, An Yiran stared at Shen Chenfeng, as if trying to find some flaw, and said: "Shen Chenfeng, are you a practitioner of the Great Desolation Style?"
"If you say so, I'm really not a great person."
Shen Chenfeng shook his head and denied it.
"What?"
"With such a strong body, you still dare to say that you are not a prehistoric person?"
An Yiran's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief.
"certainly."
Shen Chenfeng smiled and nodded, and said lightly: "Because, I am a sword cultivator."
"What?"
"Are you a swordsman?"
An Yiran was stunned for a moment. You must know that among monks in the world, sword cultivation is the most respected.
Because of her status as a sword cultivator, she was often proud, complacent and arrogant.
It was just because he looked down on Shen Chenfeng and ignored him that he was defeated by Shen Chenfeng.
Despite this, she still relies on her identity.
Shen Chenfeng is just a reckless man who only knows brute force. If it were a life and death fight, Shen Chenfeng would never be her opponent.
However.
What she never expected was...
Shen Chenfeng, whom she had always looked down upon, now actually told her that he was actually a sword cultivator.
This kind of thing is no less than a beggar suddenly telling him that he is a king, which makes An Yiran extremely surprised.
She wanted to refute.
But when I think back to the holy weapon-level flying sword in Shen Chenfeng's hand, I think back to Shen Chenfeng's ghost-like sword.
"Even if you are a sword cultivator, your strength is still too low."
As if he had found an excuse, An Yiran breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Going to find Chi Ronghu alone is the same as sending yourself to death."
"Really?"
Shen Chenfeng did not argue with An Yiran, but asked with a smile: "Then what did you want to do when you stopped me?"
"Of course I'm helping you."
A cold light flashed in An Yiran's eyes, and a stern aura filled his body, and he said: "As long as the two of us join forces, we can kill the Chirong Tiger."
"how?"
"You have a grudge against Chironghu?"
Shen Chenfeng clasped his hands behind his back, feeling a little surprised.
"More than just a grudge against me?"
"The Righteous God treats us humans as cattle and is the enemy of our entire human race."
"Now that you want to kill Zhengshen, how can you do such an honor without me?"
An Yiran's face was full of excitement. The sentiment of serving the country and the people just now disappeared in an instant, and she looked like a young lady who had just entered the world.
"That's fine."
"Since you are determined to serve humanity, there is no harm in us joining forces."
Shen Chenfeng smiled and did not refuse.
He and An Yiran joined forces not because they really needed help, but because they wanted to integrate into the world through An Yiran.
"But there is something I have to say first."
Shen Chenfeng suddenly stopped his voice and said calmly: "When the time comes to fight, you have to listen to me."
"Why?"
An Yiran immediately lost his temper, stamped his feet fiercely, and said with an annoyed look on his face.
"No why."
Shen Chenfeng remained calm and said, "Just because I just defeated you."
"That was my fault!"
An Yiran quickly retorted: "If there is a life and death fight, Shen Chenfeng, you will never be my opponent."
"Yeah?"
Shen Chenfeng smiled slightly and took out a book from his arms.
"Wu Sheng Kendo?"
"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"
An Yiran stepped forward to take the book and flipped through it casually.
But the next moment, she was deeply attracted by the content in the book.
Every sentence and every word in this book explains the essence and mystery of swordsmanship.
"Is there such a swordsmanship in this world?"
An Yiran was shocked and was looking at it in trance.
Shen Chenfeng's arms trembled, and he suddenly put the book away and asked with a smile: "Do you want this book?"
"Of course I do."
An Yiran seemed to have thought of something, then took a deep breath and said helplessly: "Okay, I will listen to you in everything."