Zheng Mingyu opened her mouth, fear pressed on her chest, making it impossible for her to scream even if she wanted to.
Luan Wu, whose martial arts skills were even higher than his own, was extinguished by this sword. He didn't even have time to react. If this sword was aimed at him...
She has never been frightened like this since she was born.
Miss Zheng has reached the peak of her martial arts practice. She has never seen dead people, and she has a few lives on her hands, but she has never felt the shadow of death pressing so heavily on her head.
"You...you killed him..."
Zhuge Yu was also dumbfounded.
In this world where the jungle prevails, even a disagreement and drawing a sword to kill are nothing. But that is often the case when there is a great disparity in status or when strangers meet.
Although the youngest son of the Luan family cannot compare with the Feng, Zheng, and Zhuge families, he is still considered a tyrant in Wuyang City. What's more, Luan Wu himself is a good warrior, and among the younger generation of warriors
Among them, he is considered to be the most outstanding one. The most important thing is that he also has a father, Luan Tingfu, who is a great martial artist.
The Zhuge family has always kept a low profile. Zhuge Yu originally thought that even if Feng Ziyue could win, he would at most teach Luan Wu a lesson, but unexpectedly, he killed Luan Wu at his will and was ruthless with his sword!
Zhuge Lian, however, gently pulled her brother. She nodded slightly and looked calm. Only her little hands clenching the corners of her clothes showed a trace of panic.
"Brother from the Feng family, don't worry. We will deal with the aftermath here. We will also truthfully inform the Luan family of the situation at that time..."
Zhuge Yu could feel his sister's hands trembling slightly, but it was definitely not fear of the dead, but a deeper and special emotional reaction. He scratched his head and said nothing.
When the sister speaks, even the father must think carefully and act according to the sister's wishes.
By saying this, she put half of the matter on the Zhuge family. Zhuge Yu didn't know why his sister cared so much about the boy from the Feng family. But as far as he was concerned, he didn't care about this taciturn and decisive young man who knew and loved swords.
He also had a good impression, and he was very willing to say a few words to the Zhuge family for him.
Feng Ziyue nodded to the girl next to Zhuge Yu, walked past Zheng Mingyu, reached out and took off the iron sword from the wall, gently stroked away the blood, and hung it again on his waist.
It was only then that Zheng Mingyu burst out with an earth-shattering scream, "Feng Ziyue! How dare you kill people with violence! Are you not afraid..."
Her screams stopped abruptly under Feng Ziyue's cold eyes.
"Do you also want to die?" Although Feng Ziyue's voice was soft, it carried a faint chill, which made Zheng Mingyu's heart feel as if it had suddenly fallen to the bottom.
This kid dares to kill someone!
Zheng Mingyu's face turned pale, and the feeling of fear made her want to vomit uncontrollably. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead. She finally yelled and ran out the door, never looking back in the direction of Luan Wu's body.
Feng Ziyue turned around and bowed in salute, "I've caused trouble to Brother Zhuge today, so I'll say goodbye. If I have the chance, I'll go up to the second floor of the Yipin Iron Square again one day and take a peek at the Zhuge family's treasures..."
"Welcome!" Zhuge Lian blocked Zhuge Yu who was about to speak, with a respectful and enthusiastic expression, "Brother Feng must come, and Lian'er still has many things to ask for from Brother Feng!"
Feng Ziyue was slightly surprised, but since others showed kindness, he accepted it calmly, nodded slightly, and walked away.
"Sister, why..." Zhuge Yu watched him go away and finally couldn't help asking.
"Don't ask, there are some things that you, brother, are not allowed to know..."
Zhuge Lian looked at Feng Ziyue's retreating back with a serious and nervous expression. She shook her head at her brother.
Feng Ziyue stepped out of the first-grade iron workshop, feeling calm in his heart.
Those who kill will always kill. This is the eternal truth of Tianwu Continent. If your sword is faster than a person and your fist is stronger than a person, you can kill. If your strength is even weaker, then Feng Ziyue will be the one who dies in the first-grade iron workshop.
By myself.
Everything depends on strength.
The only way to protect yourself and your family from harm is to make yourself stronger.
No matter what time, there can be no relaxation.
The brief fight in the first-grade iron workshop just now was witnessed by many people. With awe in their eyes, they got out of the way and allowed Feng Ziyue to pass calmly.
"The one from the Luan family was already a warrior, but he died at the hands of that person..."
"That person is from the Feng family, right..."
"Your Excellency Wu Zun, there are indeed many talented people. This young man is only a teenager, but he actually has such a level of cultivation!"
Behind the scenes, there were whispers of discussion.
Feng Ziyue didn't take it seriously. Defeating an enemy with a warrior level was not enough to make him proud. There were too many masters in front of him to deal with.
However, everything is the same as today.
Whoever wants to kill him, whoever dares to harm his family, no matter how high his cultivation level or how powerful he is, Feng Ziyue will kill them all with one sword in his hand!
Thirty years after his rebirth, he has become an unsheathed sword!
After walking for about a stick of incense and passing through half of Wuyang City, no one gradually looked at him strangely, and his destination, White Deer Academy, was already in front of him.
Feng Ziyue walked around the main entrance, entered through a side door in the southwest corner, passed through a flower bed, and stopped in front of a thatched cottage.
The thatched cottage is very dilapidated, and the linoleum on the roof has several big holes. If it rains, it will definitely leak.
But even such a lonely and abrupt dilapidated thatched cottage exudes the aura of a soaring sword. Anyone who cares about it can't help but stop and stare.
Feng Ziyue spent a long time in this thatched cottage. Here, he felt the warmth, learned the power of persistence and courage, and took the first step to transform from a cocoon to a butterfly.
"Young man, you have been parked outside for a long time. There is nothing special here. Leave now!"
From the thatched cottage, an old and haggard voice came out.
Feng Ziyue's eyes heated up.
This was exactly the voice of his teacher, Sword Master Gongyang Xi, who had been in seclusion here for ten full years.
"Senior, I'm here to become a disciple!"
He waved his clothes, knelt down and kowtowed three times.
There is gold under the man's knees, but the teacher can bear this kneeling.
Gong Yangxi taught him the sword, and also taught him how to behave, turning him from a waste into a sword god revered by the world. He was not only Feng Ziyue's teacher, but also his spiritual father.
In the end, he even died for this proud disciple.
Feng Ziyue wanted to call him "teacher" so much, but he finally held back and called him "senior". But then, as long as the apprenticeship was completed, he could call him "teacher" affectionately again.
"Oh?" Gongyang Xi's voice was a little surprised, but his tone was still calm. After ten years of being alone, no one wanted to be his disciple, a sword master who only knew theory. Suddenly, a young man suddenly appeared and wanted to be his disciple for no reason.
It will inevitably be a little strange, but after all the vicissitudes of life, his heart has long been as stable as before, and there is no ups and downs in his voice.
