Hearing this name, An Xiong and An Tai felt awe-struck.
They looked at each other and said in awe, "Is this young master a cultivator from Honghuang Palace?"
"Honghuang Palace?"
Shen Chenfeng raised his eyebrows and asked with confusion on his face.
"good."
"Honghuang Palace is a mysterious force in Xiliang Continent."
"They are located in the deepest part of the ancient desert and are famous for cultivating cultivators of the Primordial Stream."
An Tai coughed and couldn't help showing respect, saying: "I see that Mr. Shen is physically strong and he comes from the ancient desert. Could it be that he is a master of the Honghuang Palace?"
"this……"
Shen Chenfeng frowned, not knowing how to answer.
"father!"
"As I said just now, Shen Chenfeng has lost his memory and can't remember anything now. Please don't embarrass him."
An Yiran stepped forward quickly and came to the rescue: "And according to my observation, he should not be a cultivator of Honghuang Palace."
"Why?"
An Tai asked in a low voice with a surprised look on his face.
"because……"
An Yiran deliberately lengthened his voice and said in a nonchalant manner: "Because Shen Chenfeng is a sword cultivator."
"What?"
"Sword cultivator?"
"How is this possible?"
Hearing this, An Xiong and An Tai were shocked.
Sword cultivation is synonymous with strength.
Their attacks are fierce and invincible, and they are invulnerable to everything. Other cultivators are rarely able to match them.
But matching their powerful attacks, the bodies of sword cultivators are generally weak. Some sword cultivators are even slightly stronger than ordinary people because they focus too much on the way of swordsmanship.
It cannot be said that sword cultivators with such a powerful body like Shen Chenfeng do not exist, it can only be said that they are very rare.
However, they have never seen a swordsman with such a strong body and such a young age like Shen Chenfeng.
"Master Shen, is everything Ran'er said true?"
"Are you really a swordsman?"
An Tai groaned and asked incredulously.
"Of course."
Without waiting for Shen Chenfeng to answer, An Yiran hurriedly stepped forward and said with a boastful face: "Shen Chenfeng is not only a swordsman, his swordsmanship is also extremely powerful. It is even more powerful than Master Wu Daozi's swordsmanship. "
"What?"
"Stronger than Wu Daozi?"
"Really or not?"
An Xiong and An Tai opened their eyes instantly, unable to hide the shock in their hearts.
Only Shen Chenfeng said with a puzzled look on his face: "Who is Wu Daozi?"
"Wu Daozi is a famous great swordsman."
"He once got angry and killed thirteen righteous gods with one sword and one man. He became famous from then on."
"Later, by chance, I passed by our Tumu Fort and gave Ran'er some pointers on swordsmanship."
An Tai took a deep breath and asked in a low voice: "Ran'er, is what you just said true? Is Mr. Shen's swordsmanship really more powerful than Master Wu Daozi?"
"Of course it's true."
An Yiran took out the sword manual given to her by Shen Chenfeng from her arms, and said proudly: "The swordsmanship taught to me by Mr. Shen is many times better than that of Wu Daozi. When it comes to swordsmanship, Wu Daozi is the master of swordsmanship. It’s not even worthy of carrying shoes.”
"Is this true?"
An Tai took a step forward and quickly took the sword manual.
"Musheng Kendo!"
"Good name."
An Tai calmed down and slowly opened the sword manual in his hand.
Suddenly, a cold, bloodthirsty, murderous, and extremely fierce momentum rushed towards him.
It was as if what he was holding in his hand was not a sword manual, but a sharp and peerless sword.
But An Tai, holding the sword manual, instead of being timid, showed a hint of excitement.
Although he doesn't understand swordsmanship, he also knows it.
The content written in this sword manual is thousands of times better than the swordsmanship taught by Wu Daozi?
"Very good."
"Young master Shen is indeed a master of swordsmanship. God will not destroy my earthen fortress."
An Tai's face was full of excitement, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, saluted to Shen Chenfeng, and said: "Master Shen, I ask you to take action and save my Tumubao."
"Senior, what are you doing?"
"Please get up quickly."
Shen Chenfeng was shocked and quickly reached out to help him.
Even An Yiran looked surprised and said, "Dad, what on earth is going on?"
"Let me do the talking."
An Xiong, who was standing aside, suddenly sighed softly and said: "Since your grandfather returned from serious injury, we have invited all the miracle doctors within a radius of thousands of miles, but they are all helpless. Later, your father discovered that all of your grandfather's vitality... He was actually locked by a fierce sword energy."
"It's completely easy to break this sword energy. But it's even more difficult to break this sword energy without hurting your grandfather."
"So, we must find a master of swordsmanship to save your grandfather."
With that said, An Xiong raised his hands to Shen Chenfeng and said: "Mr. Shen, the old man is the pillar of our civil fort. If the old man arrives, our civil fort will definitely be difficult to survive. For the sake of our civil fort, I implore Mr. Shen to take action and save the old man. Bar."
"Chen Chenfeng, I beg you too."
An Yiran suddenly showed a pleading expression and said, "Please, please save my grandpa."
"this……"
Shen Chenfeng frowned slightly, seeming a little embarrassed.
"Shen Chenfeng..."
"If you are willing to save my grandfather, I will promise you anything."
An Yiran suddenly gritted his teeth, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
An Tai was horrified and wanted to say something.
But he looked at Shen Chenfeng and finally swallowed the words on his lips.
"Miss An, you're welcome."
"We are friends. Now that your grandfather is in trouble, I, Shen Chenfeng, naturally have the duty to do so."
Shen Chenfeng waved his hand and said: "But you also know that now that my cultivation level has been banned and I have lost all my memory, I may not be able to help you."
"Whether we can help or not, as long as Mr. Shen takes action, we will be satisfied."
An Tai was overjoyed, knowing that Shen Chenfeng had already acquiesced.
"In that case, I'll give it a try."
"But you guys, don't have too high hopes."
Shen Chenfeng shook his head, but a trace of curiosity arose in his heart.
I don’t know which one is stronger or weaker between Heaven Realm’s swordsmanship and my Shen Chenfeng’s swordsmanship.
Can my Wu Sheng Kendo continue to improve?
Thinking of this, Shen Chenfeng couldn't help but look forward to it.
He looked at the people around him and said quickly: "Without further delay, let's go over now."
"good."
An Tai did not dare to delay, and quickly led Shen Chenfeng and others to a remote palace.
But before he even got close to the palace, a dark, cruel, ferocious, and strange aura suddenly hit his face.
But the strange thing is that only Shen Chenfeng can feel this breath. The others seem to be unaware of it and have no reaction at all.