The narration system of Wuxia Journey

When the six swordsmen heard Yi Jifeng's words, they could not help but retract their swords, and their bodies swayed, landing around Yi Jifeng, ready to draw their swords at any time.

The man in black relaxed and said, "Whose kid are you? You haven't been out of the martial arts world for many years, but I didn't expect there are so many first-class swordsmen!"

After that, he scolded Yi Jifeng, "You are too unkind to women, if it weren't for me, this girl would have been pierced through the throat by your sword!"

Yi Jifeng had guessed the identity of the man in black at this time, and he was not surprised. He bowed and said, "I didn't react in time and almost hurt this girl. Please forgive me!"

At this time, the scattered martial artists surrounded him again and whispered below.

Qin Sirong made a sword flower and bowed, saying, "I am Qin Sirong. I am not as skilled as you. Mr. Yi, don't worry about it."

Yi Jifeng nodded and looked at the man in black and said, "What is your name?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone at the door shouted, "There is a monster, there is a monster outside, someone has been captured by the monster!"

When Yi Jifeng and Qin Sirong heard it, they immediately jumped up and ran towards the door. They jumped over the crowd and saw a green animal figure swaying and disappearing in the grass in the distance.

Behind the figure, a figure was struggling constantly. Yi Jifeng narrowed his eyes and said, "It's you again, beast!"

He immediately flew up, holding his hands in front of his chest in the air. As his true energy flowed, a three-foot sword appeared beside him.

Yi Jifeng pointed his sword and flew through the air. The sword energy was overflowing, and the grass and trees were crouching. The sharp sword energy wrapped around him and he crossed more than ten feet, approaching the figure in an instant.

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"Famous Sword Eight Styles!" The black-clothed man's eyes moved, a trace of surprise flashed, and he blurted out.

"Famous Sword Eight Styles? Is this the secret and peerless martial arts of Mingjian Villa? Qi turns into weapons, Yi Jifeng is only in his twenties, how could he have such a powerful Qi?"

Qin Sirong looked at the sword surrounded by sharp sword energy, her eyes shrank, and she realized how lucky she was to go on stage and provoke just now.

Hearing the strange man whispering next to her, Qin Sirong's heart moved, and she glanced at the black-clothed man who was talking to himself, and then stared at Yi Jifeng's figure without saying anything.

"Wow! What a handsome posture, Master, do you think this young man knows Brother Yi? Can I learn a few moves?" Zhang Junbao asked in the crowd.

Taoist Wuchen looked so ugly that he wanted to slap his disciple, but he still explained softly: "This is the secret of Mingjian Villa. How could it be passed on to an outsider like you!"

Zhang Junbao jumped up and down, looking at Yi Jifeng's figure, and said: "No, Master, he is really handsome!"

"That is impossible." Taoist Wuchen broke his dream.

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At this time, Yi Jifeng approached the giant snake, raised his hands high, and the flying sword moved with his mind, from top to bottom, and swung down in the air.

The emerald green snake tail swung in the air, throwing the wrapped figure away, and the tail carried a huge force and pulled towards Yi Jifeng.

Yi Jifeng snorted coldly, and with the blessing of true qi, the sword body was like a substance, and chopped at the snake's tail. With a "dong", Yi Jifeng was pushed back by a strange force.

The giant snake hissed, a streak of blood appeared on its tail, and the huge snake head raised, roaring at the crowd, scaring everyone to retreat.

Without waiting for others to make a move, the giant snake turned and disappeared into the bushes. Yi Jifeng chased after it and saw a big hole in the bushes, and the giant snake had already left from the ground.

In the crowd, the man in black, Qin Sirong, and Zhang Junbao ran over here, and the others looked at each other and ran after them.

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"The martial arts of Mingjian Villa are indeed extraordinary. Master Yi is a master of martial arts, and he deserves the title of Wulin leader."

"Miss Qin, you really look like someone."

"Master Yi, where is the snake?"

"Master Yi, your moves are so cool, can you teach me!"

Yi Jifeng waved his hand to disperse the Qi Sword, smiled and said to everyone...

"The snake has a strong body, and animals have the instinct to release their strength. My martial arts can't hurt it."

"Everyone should be careful tonight and don't go out alone, otherwise it's easy to get into trouble. Once you encounter it, call for help immediately, and I will rush to save people immediately."

Everyone thanked him, praised his chivalrous heart, and unanimously nominated him as the Wulin leader. They agreed to follow his orders and go down the mountain early tomorrow morning to rescue Yue Fei!

Yi Jifeng was polite to everyone and asked everyone to return to Heifengzhai to rest so that they could recuperate and set off early tomorrow morning.

After everyone left, only Yi Jifeng, Qin Sirong, Zhang Junbao, the man in black and six sword servants were left at the scene.

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"This...senior..." YiJifeng bowed to the man in black.

"Hey!" The man in black waved his hand and said, "I'm not a senior!"

Yi Jifeng didn't care. He smiled and said, "Senior, please move. I have a few words to say to you."

The man in black said "tsk", waved his hand impatiently, and said impatiently, "I have nothing to say to you!"

As he said that, he changed his face and looked at Qin Sirong with a smile and said, "Girl, you really look like someone I know!"

"Wow! You want to pick her up, senior!" Zhang Junbao said, covering his mouth.

Qin Sirong's face turned cold, snorted, and glared at Zhang Junbao hatefully. Zhang Junbao didn't care, with an expression that said I'll just look and don't say anything.

Taoist Wuchen wanted to take Zhang Junbao away, but Zhang Junbao refused to agree. Taoist Wuchen saw that Yi Jifeng was busy and it was inconvenient for him and others to be in front of him, so he had to take other disciples away first.

Qin Sirong glared at Zhang Junbao, glanced at Yi Jifeng and the man in black, turned around and wanted to leave, and the man in black was about to follow.

At this time, behind Yi Jifeng, six sword servants moved and blocked the way of the man in black, ready to draw their swords without stopping.

Zhang Junbao sneaked up to Qin Sirong, covered his mouth and whispered: "Guess what grudges they have! Who will win and lose in a fight?"

"Boring!" Qin Sirong glanced at him and said.

"Hey, I'm bored, guess!" Zhang Junbao said indifferently.

At this time, the man in black looked at the six swordsmen with a serious face. He looked around and said: "What? Mingjian Villa is so domineering now, and they still block the road to prevent others from leaving!"

Yi Jifeng didn't care. He stretched out his hand, and a sword servant untied the straps behind him and handed him a brocade box. Yi Jifeng pushed the brocade box and flew towards the man in black.

The man in black reached out and grabbed it. Yi Jifeng said, "Senior, why don't you open it and take a look!"

"What?" The man in black said indifferently. He opened the brocade box casually, took a look and closed it immediately, with a complex and indescribable emotion flashing in his eyes.

He pushed the brocade box and it flew towards Yi Jifeng with a "whoosh" sound, saying, "I don't know it!"

Yi Jifeng just smiled, took the brocade box in his hand, and said, "Senior, you know the Eighteen Styles of Heavenly Sword and the Eight Styles of Famous Sword. How can you not know your own sword? Am I right, Second Uncle!"