The Dragon from Hell

Zhongli ignored him, and Qin Feng didn't want to make things boring, so he simply went to find his own yard first.

In the next seven days, everyone will live in their own yards to comprehend the truth and feel the spiritual charm of the observatory.

At this moment, many people have found their own yards, and some people are wandering in the "town" like him, and it seems that they haven't found their own yards yet.

Some people recognized him at a glance and immediately stayed away from him as soon as they saw him.

There was still contempt in their eyes, but no one dared to come up and provoke him.

After all, those who came to the observatory were disciples from various families, and even Feng Xing, a proud child of heaven, lost to Qin Feng, and no one would touch the bad luck of a Yuanying.

But this did not affect their disdain for Qin Feng, after all, it was still questionable how Qin Feng got this Yuanying.

Even if it was a Yuanying, it was just an ordinary bone body cultivator.

Qin Feng didn't care, and admired the gate of the courtyard he walked through with interest.

Every monk who found his own courtyard would close the gate after entering the courtyard, and he could not see inside from the outside.

There were not many people on this street, and every courtyard Qin Feng passed by did not respond to him. It seemed that it was not the place he was looking for.

So he simply found a courtyard at random, regardless of whether there was anyone inside, he just wanted to try to push the door open.

But as soon as his hand touched the gate of the courtyard, a strong repulsive force directly pushed him away several steps.

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment: Although he did not use all his strength just now, he could feel that this repulsive force was very resistant to his approach and also issued a warning to him.

Looking down, his fingertips were a little black and had burn marks.

Looking at the gate of the courtyard again, black smoke came out from the place where he touched it, but the black smoke soon dissipated, leaving a burn mark, and dissipated in the blink of an eye.

"It seems that the gate of this courtyard determines the repulsive force according to my strength." Qin Feng murmured.

If he had used all his strength to break the door, the formation of this courtyard gate would be even stronger.

While he was thinking, a voice sounded from behind him: "Qin Feng? It's really you!"

Looking back, a figure came towards him.

The young man was wearing a black and gold robe, with no gorgeous accessories on his body, only a long sword wrapped in silk on his back.

His black hair was tied casually with a black rope, not tied into a hair crown, but somewhat similar to Qin Feng, who didn't know how to tie a hair crown at all.

There was a young man's heroic spirit on his handsome features, pure eyes, and even a hearty smile, which reminded people of the wind in the mountains and forests and the high-spirited rivers and lakes when they saw him.

"Is it you?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows.

The young man trotted towards him with a bit of excitement on his face: "I knew that the Wuxiang Sect's team would set out last. You must not have found your yard yet. You will definitely meet them if you wait here!"

The "street" where Qin Feng was located was the first street after entering the "town". Qin Feng wanted to find his yard, so he naturally started from the first street.

He crossed his arms and looked at the young man in front of him - Dugu Jiujian, the genius boy with a natural sword bone.

It stands to reason that a genius like Dugu Jiujian, who has been born with the halo and the honor and disgrace of the entire family, should be disgusted with Qin Feng even if he didn't hate him to the bone when he lost to an ordinary bone in the Immortal Gate Conference.

But the young man's eyes were clear and his smile was clean, and there was no resentment at all.

Qin Feng said playfully: "Are you looking for me?"

"What else?" Dugu Jiujian was very frank: "To be honest, I wanted to find you two days ago, but my father said that you are in trouble now, and it is not convenient for me to find you at that time. I can only wait until today."

"Does Daoist Dugu want to find me for something?" Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, thinking that Dugu Jiujian was looking for trouble.

"Of course!" Dugu Jiujian did not shy away at all, and patted Qin Feng's shoulder with his hand: "To be honest, I was really stunned by you on the ring that day. After returning, I repeatedly figured out your sword, but I still couldn't see it through until today!"

Dugu Jiujian did nothing these days, just stayed in his room to recall Qin Feng's sword, and then practiced repeatedly, trying to replicate it.

Since he was a child, he understood that there are five kinds of swords in this world: light sword, heavy sword, soft sword, wooden sword and no sword.

The choices of the first three are different, and the sword momentum is also different.

The latter two do not represent the types of swords, but the realm of swords.

The sword Qin Feng used that day was the highest realm of swordless sword.

"I can feel that you used more than just the finger sword to condense the sword energy that day. When the heart and sword are united, you are in the realm of swordless finger!"

When it comes to swords, the Dugu Nine SwordsThere was a tiny light in his eyes, and he looked very excited.

Qin Feng suddenly felt that the rumors were true. He was indeed a sword fanatic and was born for swords.

However, Qin Feng was still curious: "You just said it out loud like that?"

"What?" Dugu Jiujian was a little confused.

"You said you couldn't see through my sword."

"Well, what can't you say?" Dugu Jiujian patted his shoulder again, and his strength was really not small: "Am I that kind of stingy person?"

"If you lose, you lose. If you are not as skilled as others, you are not as skilled as others. If I hide it, don't I lose?"

"Our Dugu family pursues the supremacy of swordsmanship all our lives. If you are unwilling to admit your own failure, then I might as well give up this path as soon as possible and go home to work as a blacksmith."

Qin Feng stared at Dugu Jiujian's eyes. The dark eyes were clear and the boy's straightforwardness was not concealed.

Qin Feng did not see jealousy, unwillingness and calculation in his eyes, only the purest pursuit of the sword.

"So you came to me to ask about the sword?" Qin Feng returned to the topic.

"Yeah!" Dugu Jiujian nodded honestly: "Well, it's not that I want to steal your skills, I just came to discuss with you. I really can't see through your sword and can't learn it, so I can only shamelessly ask you for help. Don't worry, it's not in vain!"

Dugu Jiujian was afraid that Qin Feng would not agree, so he hurriedly fumbled around for a long time and finally found a dagger from his waist.

The dagger was small and exquisite, and was placed in a pure black scabbard. There were not many gorgeous decorations on the handle, but as soon as the dagger was pulled out, frost poured down.

Dugu Jiujian looked very distressed, and said with a grin: "This is made of a small piece of iron fragment that is thousands of years old, and it is also the most valuable thing on me. If you don't mind, just think of it as me using this knife to buy your sword!"

Qin Feng looked at the dagger, and then looked at Dugu Jiujian who offered the dagger with both hands even though he felt distressed, and smiled: "No wonder Tai'ajian chose you."