Nine Heavens Sword Sovereign

In the blink of an eye, another ten years passed, and under the careful guidance of Xingchenzi and Zhantian, Yi Feng's cultivation level soared all the way, but it stopped at the late stage of fusion, and he couldn't make any progress.As for the Xinghui Sword Art, he still couldn't figure it out.

Regarding this, the master Xingchenzi just said: "You have encountered a bottleneck, you can break through it only through hard work, go down the mountain to practice, and find some materials at will for the refining of the natal flying sword for the Jindan stage."

Before leaving, Xingchenzi gave some silver coins and spirit stones to cover expenses on Yifeng Road.

For 30 years, I woke up from a dream overnight, as if a lifetime had passed.After leaving Feilu Mountain, Yi Feng was in a daze, not knowing where to go or what to do.Before saying goodbye, Xingchenzi only said that he should not miss the world too much, and that he must return it within 20 years, and he didn't explain much else.

Going down the mountain is also to broaden his horizons and improve his mood. Yi Feng simply doesn't worry about it, and takes every step counting.

Before he knew it, Yi Feng came to the most familiar place besides Feilu Mountain - Shengjing City.Before entering the city, Yi Feng first went to the grave of the old beggar to worship, but then remembered that he had promised to avenge him.

However, there is no time for cultivation, and it has been 30 years in a blink of an eye. Although I have the strength to sweep the secular martial arts world, I don't know who my enemy is. Of course I know, even if my enemy is not necessarily still in the world.

Ordinary people don't have as long a lifespan as a cultivator, seventy is already rare, even if a martial artist has a longer lifespan, it will be difficult for a hundred years.Moreover, although warriors are physically strong and are not prone to diseases, they have many vendettas, and their lives are even worse than ordinary people.

Feeling guilty for the old beggar, Yi Feng stepped into the city of Shengjing. Seeing that the prosperity was still there, he couldn't help feeling that things were right and people were wrong.

On the street, there were crowds of people, and some beggars in ragged clothes kept chasing those in rich clothes to beg.

A thin little beggar, with bare clothes and withered face, was almost the same as Yi Feng back then.However, he was much more diligent than Yi Feng back then, and he would stretch out his dirty little hands almost when he met anyone.

Yi Feng shook his head and laughed——

There is a gap between the rich and the poor everywhere, and there are beggars everywhere, even in a civilized and developed society like the previous life.

On this crowded, almost impenetrable street, there was a white horse rushing towards Yi Feng.At that speed, like a sharp white arrow, the people in front of it panicked and hid, and if they slowed down, they would be trampled by horseshoes.

The little beggar was dragging a man to beg for money, and only had time to cry out, the steed was in front of him, and the other man was also hit, his head was bleeding and he was dying.

The horse stopped for a while, and on the horse was a handsome young man with a handsome face. He scolded the little beggar who was still in shock with a look of contempt: "I really don't have eyes, I'm looking for death in the middle of the road!"

After cursing, Brother Young Master took out a brocade bag from his bosom, took out a piece of broken silver, threw it on the ground and said, "Here, take it to buy a coffin and bury yourself."

Then, Brother Gongzi turned the horse's head, but he was about to leave, but his rein was grabbed tightly by someone.

Brother Young Master looked down, and on the side of the white horse, a young man who looked about his age was looking at him angrily.Seeing this man's cold face and anger in his eyes, Young Master Brother remembered his noble status again, and couldn't help but cursed: "Where did you come from, dare to block my way! Get out of here!"

The one who held the reins was Yi Feng, who used to be a beggar, and said indifferently, "When I hit someone, I wanted to leave. In the past, no one would have dared to ask about this matter, but since I bumped into it, I can only blame you Bad luck. Don't let me down!"

As he said that, Yi Feng exerted a little force and slapped the horse's back with his palm.Although the white horse was sturdy, but Yi Feng's palm was like a huge mountain pressing down on the top, it couldn't bear the heavy force, its four legs snapped, and the young master fell off the horse's back immediately.

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