Peerless Martial Soul

He roared ferociously: "I don't believe you can escape!"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Sorry, I can just avoid it."

The entire right shoulder was twisted and disappeared, and the long sword brushed Chen Feng's body.

Ying Pengchi was almost mad from the irritation, roared again and again, and the long sword pierced out.

This sword pierced and directly pierced Chen Feng's chest, and a big hole suddenly appeared in Chen Feng's chest, and the long sword pierced directly into the empty space!

At this time, it was easy for Chen Feng to kill Ying Pengchi, but he did not take the initiative in accordance with the previous agreement!

Ten moves, in a blink of an eye.

Ying Pengchi's eyes were blood red, roaring again and again, and still attacking Chen Feng.

He was almost crazy.

Chen Feng's eyes turned cold: "Looking for death!"

Kicked him out, directly kicking him into a broken muscle, spurting blood, and flying out and hitting the ground.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Ying Pengchi, now, kneel down and call Grandpa!"

Ying Pengchi gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Chen Feng stared at him, his eyes gradually getting cold, and a voice from his nose: "Huh?"

Ying Pengchi trembled heavily. He basically calmed down now, and immediately realized how huge the gap between himself and Chen Feng is!

He didn't dare to resist any more, with a bang, he knelt directly on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "Grandson, grandson has seen grandpa."

Chen Feng laughed long and happily.

Ying Pengchi didn't have the face to stay here anymore, and he left without saying goodbye.

It's just that when he left, the resentment in his eyes meant that today's things would never end like this.

However, Chen Feng did not take his grudge at all.

Chen Feng didn't even bother about this class.

He smiled slightly and said: "This person has already gone, and now we can continue drinking."

Everyone smiled bitterly: "As soon as these poems of you are published, who can chant poems?"

Lin Moyu was quite emotional at this time, he suddenly raised his wine glass to respect everyone.

Everyone in Yue was shocked and said, "Bachelor of Lin, this is impossible. How can you justify me? I should respect you!"

Lin Moyu shook his head, with a sincere expression on his face, and said, "This glass of wine is not for you, but for you."

"I still remember that my wife and I met for the first time at the Mandala Flower Festival Poetry Meeting in the Hongxiu Tower 50 years ago."

Everyone nodded and said, "I once heard Master mention this matter."

Lin Moyu showed a look of sadness on his face, his voice was low, and his face was miserable: "It's a pity that Madam has already left me now. We are separated forever!"

Seeing his expression like this, Chen Feng sighed softly: "It is expected to be broken every year, bright moon night, short Songgang!"

Hearing these words, Lin Moyu was stunned.

His body stayed there, and he raised his head suddenly, tears splashing in his eyes.

Suddenly he leaped into the air, utterly intoxicated, madly mad, and yelled: "Bright moon night, short Songgang!"

"Broken bowel, bright moon night, short Matsuoka!"

His whole person is like crazy!

It's because Chen Feng's words spoke to the deepest part of his heart.

Suddenly, he screamed, like a long sword suddenly unsheathed, sprinkling all the sword skills in the sky.

This swordsmanship is extremely fierce, but with a trace of sadness, sadness and pain!

Everyone was dazzled by the look, and they lowered their voices and said, "What kind of swordsmanship is this? I have never seen it before or heard of it."

"It seems that its artistic conception is very similar to the poem just now. Could it be that this is just now..."

"This is the swordsmanship that Master Lin realized from those three sentences just now?"

When this sentence was said, everyone was shocked.

But think about it, this is the most reasonable explanation.

Someone sighed and said: "This swordsmanship has at least reached the fifth rank of the heavenly rank. The Master of Lin is really of a very high realm. He is pedantic, and he can create such swordsmanship at will."

It took a long time before Lin Moyu fell to the ground.

And his mood now seems to be a lot lighter than before, and the gloomy air that has been lingering on his face now seems to have disappeared a lot.

He suddenly looked at Chen Fengfeng and said softly: "Chen Feng, today I have accumulated so many years of sorrow and pain that I was squeezed out by you. I am very grateful that I can promise you one request."

Everyone was shocked and looked at Chen Feng with envy.

This is a fellow of the Hanlin Academy, one of the top five people in the Tianyuan Dynasty, this is a top powerhouse with the lowest legendary realm and even the two-star Martial Emperor or even the three-star Martial Emperor!

How precious is a promise for such a person?

They all looked at Chen Feng, wondering what kind of request he would make.

At this time, Chen Feng's heart moved: "Lin Moyu suddenly realized that a sword skill he created at will is so outstanding and tyrannical, which shows how high this person's sword skill is!"

"And Senior Sister Han Yu'er, isn't her weapon a sword?"

He looked at Lin Moyu, then took Han Yueryuan's hand and walked over.

Han Yu'er seemed to know what Chen Feng wanted to say, her face was a little bit excited.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Master of Lin University, I want you to accept my senior sister as a disciple."

"What?" Accept your senior sister as a disciple? "Lin Moyu was stunned, did not expect Chen Feng to make such a request.

Not just him, almost everyone was stunned, they didn't expect it.

They all thought that Chen Feng would ask for a benefit for themselves, but they didn't expect that it would be for the woman next to him.

Many people showed incomprehensible expressions on their faces, you know, this is a promise from a master of the Martial Emperor Realm!

What a huge benefit is this?

He didn't hesitate, so he gave it to the woman next to him.

But the faces of many women next to them were full of envy, and they secretly said: "If only I had such a considerate Ruyi Langjun."

Chen Ziyuan watched by the side, feeling unspeakable sorrow in her heart, and in this sorrow and grief there was immense envy.

She warned herself softly in her heart: "Chen Ziyuan? What are you thinking about?"

"Big Brother Chen Feng is so beautiful, the two are so loving, you should be happy for him!"

She kept admonishing herself in her heart, but the tears just couldn't stop rustling down.

Lin Moyu looked at Chen Feng’s gaze, but the appreciation grew stronger. From the moment he still missed his deceased wife, he knew that he had a deep affection for his deceased wife, and Chen Feng was so affectionate and kind to the woman next to him. He naturally agrees with it.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Chen Feng, I am a single man after all. It is inconvenient to accept your senior sister as a disciple."