Chapter 267 It’s you?

Chapter 267 It’s you?

Lan Ningshuang and Heitantou sighed when they heard this: "My son-in-law's idea is good, but it's too difficult to realize it."

"Yes." Qin Feng took a deep breath.

At this time, the old man said four words: "Everything depends on human effort."

Qin Feng was stunned immediately. This cheap master never spoke without purpose. He suddenly said this. Could it be that this is really possible?

He thought of the serious matter that the master talked about with the senior Sword Emperor last night.

He thought of the fact that the Sword Emperor sent his daughter Bai Qiu to the Wanjian Sect to learn sword.

A bold idea suddenly took shape in his mind.

"Could it be that the Wanjian Sect and the Sword Emperor City have long had the idea of ​​passing on their martial arts.

And Bai Qiu's coming to the Wanjian Sect to learn sword is that opportunity?"

Although the wife had told him before that the Wanjian Sect leader accepted Bai Qiu as his personal disciple in order to win the title of Sword Emperor, Qin Feng always felt that this statement was unconvincing.

The figure standing in front of the Wanjian Sect's stone tablet still floated in his mind and could not be dispelled.

The original intention of the Wanjian Sect and the countless names engraved on the stone tablet also made him unable to let go for a long time.

He sincerely hoped that the three major sword schools could merge together and teach martial arts to the outside world.

If this could be realized, other sects and martial arts families would not be indifferent.

Perhaps one day, most people can reach the high-level realm of Shenwu, and at that time, the human race will no longer have to live in fear under the threat of demons and ghosts.

"Uncle, uncle?" Lan Ningshuang called.

"Ah? What's wrong?" Qin Feng came back to his senses.

"Why are you in a daze? If you don't drink this porridge, it will get cold."

"Oh oh."

Qin Feng picked up the porridge and took a sip. The four words "Everything depends on human effort" said by the old man became clearer in his mind.

It's a pity that his ability is limited. Even if he wants to promote such a situation, he is powerless.

In the town outside the Misty Peaks, two figures walked through the crowd towards the Wanjian Sect.

There were people coming and going on the street, but strangely, no one could touch these two people.

It was as if there was an invisible barrier around these two people, separating the rest of the people.

Listening to the noisy voices of the people around him, Li Luo asked curiously: "Who spread the news of the sword-asking battle, and why have so many people known about it?"

Yan Zhou thought of the somewhat unreliable leader of the Wanjian Sect, and did not answer this question. He just glanced at the young man with sympathy in his eyes.

"Master, why are you looking at me like this?" Li Luo felt the strange gaze and asked in confusion.

"Just do your best in this sword-asking battle." Yan Zhou answered irrelevantly.

Hearing this, Li Luo crossed his arms and said confidently: "Not only will I do my best, I will also let the world know that the Bingwu Li family is the first family among the three great sword-asking families!"

Yan Zhou did not comment, and changed the subject: "It is said that this time, Liu Jianli's husband also came to the Wanjian Sect."

"Liu Jianli's husband?" Li Luo said in surprise.

"Yes, and Liu Jianli's meridian damage was also healed by her husband."

After these words came out, Li Luo's expression became even more shocked: "Then I have to go and see what her husband looks like."

Yan Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and his memory returned to the restaurant in Qiyuan City. The black-clothed figure singing interesting ballads was still vivid in his mind.

With his identity and ability, he naturally knew the information about Qin Feng a long time ago.

Otherwise, the appointment letter would not have fallen into the hands of the other party.

"I am still the same young man as before, without any change. Time is just a test, and the faith planted in my heart has not diminished at all." Qin Feng hummed a song, and on the other side, a stream of water drew a graceful arc in the sky.

He shook his body, tied his belt, and walked back to the hall.

Along the way, he saw the frost on the surface of the roadside stones that had not completely melted, and remembered the black-skirted figure holding the magic sword in the air last night.

"Bai Wushuang and my wife are known as the two best sword masters in the world, which is indeed extraordinary.

If it weren't for the timely arrival of Senior Sword Emperor, I don't know how amazing the power of the Star-Breaking Sword of the Three Gods would be."

He originally thought that my wife had already won the sword-asking battle, but things didn't seem to be as simple as he thought.

"There is no false reputation under a great reputation. Bai Wushuang is indeed very strong. I believe that the pride of the sky who left the Bingwu family will not be much worse.

Although my wife could poke him away with one finger at the beginning, it has been so long, and I don't know how much stronger the other party has become.

I hope that this time, my wife can poke him away within three fingers." Qin Feng sighed.

When he returned, the black charcoal head was practicing the Armed Control Technique outside the house.

A strange voice came from the hall, and it was obvious that a stranger had come.

Qin Feng asked curiously, "Who's here?"

Xing Sheng put down the halberd in his hand and replied, "It's a young man in white clothes. He's carrying a large sword case. He must be the one who left Bingwu's home."

"Bingwu left his home? What is he doing here?"

"It seems he's here to look for the young lady. I don't know the details." The charcoal-haired man shook his head.

Qin Feng understood and walked towards the hall. When he was near the door, he suddenly heard the words "ghost soldier sword case" in the conversation between several people!

"The ghost soldier sword case that has been lost for a hundred years in Bingwu's home? Could the young man who came here be the genius who left Bingwu's home?" Qin Feng quickened his pace, eager to see the other person's appearance.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the figure sitting at the table, unfamiliar but somewhat familiar.

He was dressed in white, with a black headband on his head, and a wide sword box on his body. The surface was engraved with exquisite sword-like patterns. A closer look revealed that there were seven of them.

"I always feel like I've seen this sword box somewhere before?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, and began to recall it carefully in his mind.

"Son-in-law." Lan Ningshuang greeted him.

"Huh?" The young man in white who was talking turned around and looked at him, then widened his eyes: "It's you?!"

Li Luo naturally remembered this person. When he was in the Qiyuancheng Restaurant, this person hummed arrogant lyrics and called him little brother!

Qin Feng also recognized Li Luo and said in surprise: "You are the Bingwu Lijia Tianjiao who cried because of a finger poked by my wife?!"

Ah, bad, I accidentally said what was in my heart. Qin Feng's face froze, and he looked at the other party carefully.

The young man clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead jumped.

The others also cast surprised glances.

"Sorry, I spoke too quickly." Qin Feng apologized.

The boy did not respond. He took a few breaths repeatedly, opened his right hand and clenched it.

As a burst of energy swept over, accompanied by a heavy sound, the wide sword box fell to the ground with a bang, and the cracks spread like a spider web.

The seven sword patterns on the surface of the sword box lit up one by one!

Qin Feng realized that something was wrong, swallowed his saliva and asked: "What are you going to do?"

The boy said word by word: "Today, I must teach you a lesson!"