Chapter 32: The Gate of Thousand Swords

Yan Yanyan's sword is different from Ze Yu. His sword spirit is better than Ze Yu's. Chen Rufeng dares not be careless. He put away his joking and sarcastic expression and lowered his hands.

"Look at the trick! Star-picking swordsmanship!" Yan Yanyan shouted fiercely, and the sword was swept away. He took up the shadows of the sword, with a little white star-like sword spirit, and was about to attack Chen Rufeng all over the sky and the sun.

Unfortunately, although his sword spirit is full of momentum and fierce, he is still far behind Chen Rufeng in speed. Naturally, Chen Rufeng will not be stupid enough to touch his sharp edge. His figure flashed and leaned against an old tree in the distance. Yanyan's sword fell to the ground with a "boom" sound, which exploded on the ground. Huge hole.

Yan Yanyan was stunned that this person could have such a terrible speed, which was by no means comparable to him.

At this time, Zeyu picked up the previous proud and pointed to Chen Rufeng and said, "Hey, you can stand here and compare a few moves with him. Don't dodge!"

When Yanyan heard Ze Yu's words, his heart couldn't help but freeze. Originally, he only took action because Chen Ru fan slapped Ze Yu a few times in the face, intending to repel Chen Rufeng so that he would continue to hurt Ze Yu. Now as soon as Ze Yu's words came out, it turned into the appearance that he wanted to breathe for him. Ze Yu said arrogantly, "Yan Yanyan, You have to fight back face for our Qianjianmen!"

As soon as he heard that it was related to the face of the sect, Yanyan was like a soldier who was pushed to the battlefield. He had no choice but to retreat. He had to sweep the sword light and pointed to Chen Rufeng and said, "I'm teaching you!"

As soon as Chen Rufeng saw Zeyu's arrogant appearance, he attacked for a moment and secretly said what about your Qianjianmen. Our Tianfeng Gang will one day trample on you. Let me see what your Qianjianmen can do!

Yan Yanyan took out his sword again, holding a long sword full of true energy, holding up the flowing sword shadow to attack Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng glanced contemptuously at the arrogant Zeyu, as if to say that you can see clearly how I defeated your Qianjianmen. His figure was a green wind and met Yanyanyan.

With a punch, the wind suddenly rose, with a strong true qi, like a dragon gathered by the wind, rushed to Yanyan's sword. Yan Yanyan's sword in his hand was full of light, and the endless starlight flashed again, and a little starlight turned into countless needle-like lines, piercing Chen Rufeng's wind fist.

Chen Rufeng's fist turned, the storm roared, and the dotted and linear starlight looked small, and soon became shattered under the blow of the storm.

The powerful force rolled from the Jufeng Fist, like countless invisible sledgehammers turning around. Yanyan tightened his wrist and tried his best to stabilize the long sword. The shadow of the sword danced, making a crackling sound of vigor, and fighting with the deep strength of the Jufeng Fist. The sword was constantly shaken by the huge force one after another, as if it hit 10,000 catties of big stones. On the top, bursts of pain came from the arm. Soon Yan Yanyan was passive and at a disadvantage.

If Yanyan's mind goes on like this, he will undoubtedly be defeated. He simply puts his heart horizontally, concentrates on the remaining true air of the sword body, points to Chen Rufeng, and a ball of sword light shrouded him into a shield. When he lifts up his figure, he stabs Chen Rufeng straight away.

Chen Rufeng looked at Yan Yanyan, who rushed straight over, looked like he was sacrificing his life. He sneered, raised his fists up, and spit out the green air from the cracks of his fists, wrapping the storm into a column, and throwing it from below to Yanyan from the top like a dragon swinging its tail. The green storm hit the shield of the sword light fiercely. Yanyan's body was like a lightning strike, stopping the impact, soared up to the sky, exhausted his true breath, and slowly fell to the ground. After a sword stabbed the ground, his knees were almost kneeling on the grass, sweating profusely.

"You...you..." Ze Yu looked at the defeated Yanyan angrily and couldn't speak for a moment. He had to turn around angrily, shook his sleeves angrily, and ignored Yanyan himself and took a step first.

Yan Yanyan punched Chen Rufeng, apologized, put the sword into the back sheath, and chased Zeyu's back.

Chen Rufeng looked at them and smiled a little complacently, thinking that Qianjianmen was nothing more than that.

Returning to the Tianfeng Gang, Chen Rufeng told everyone about today's experience, and did not forget to praise himself and severely demoted Qianjianmen.

Only Jiang Shengtian gave a thumbs-up and praised them. Hu Jiuwei, Chai Yuanlang and Liu Hong all changed their faces and looked unspeakable.

"What's wrong?" Chen Rufeng raised his eyebrows and asked doubtfully.

Hu Jiuwei coughed dryly and said, "Master, do you know who is the Zeyu you are talking about?"

"I don't care who he is. Anyway, he looks arrogant and arrogant. Anyone who sees him wants to teach him a lesson." Chen Rufeng lazily leaned his hands behind his head.

Chai Yuanlang whispered, "Ze Yu is the owner of Qianjianmen and the son of Ze Kunyun."

"What?" Chen Rufeng and Jiang Shengtian were shocked at the same time, especially Chen Rufeng almost jumped up.

Hu Jiuwei nodded and said in a low voice, " Now we can have a grudge against Qianjianmen. We have always been a river on Cuihua Mountain and get along well with each other. I'm afraid this pattern has also changed.

"Yes, we haven't been waiting for the number one gang in the world since the establishment of the gang. After all, we are on the same mountain. Aren't we too boring?" Jiang Shengtian said as if he were waking up from a dream.

Chen Rufeng patted his forehead, as if he could drive all the troubles out of his mind with a gentle pat.

"How would you react if you saw a person who slapped your son a few times?" Chen Rufeng said with a wry smile, and everyone was silent for a moment and couldn't say an answer.

Hu Jiu didn't think for a while and said, "Anyway, as the leader of the Tianfeng Gang, you will have to go to Qianjianmen, either apologize or visit, otherwise we will have a difficult walk in the world in the future."

Chen Rufeng and Jiang Shengtian looked at each other helplessly.

Chen Rufeng sighed and said, "Well, I'll go to Qianjianmen tomorrow to sue Ze Kunyun, saying that he accidentally hit his son. If he wants to kill me on the spot to vent his anger on his son, I have nothing to say. But I don't think the people at the top of the "Jianghu Directory" are not so stingy, right? Chen Rufeng laughed and joked, and none of the people present laughed and looked awe-inspiring.

"I'll go with you. I'm afraid you don't know how to talk, and I don't know if you offend others." Jiang Shengtian put on Chen Rufeng's shoulder and said, after all, he was also the leader of the Tianfeng Gang. Chen Rufeng had no reason to refuse and only nodded.

Qianjianmen, in the top tower tower towering into the clouds, a man about 50 years old, with his eyebrows deeply locked, looked at hundreds of disciples of Qianjianmen dancing swords under the vast white clouds through the window, and sighed for a long time.

"Master, what's bothering you?" The door was opened, and another middle-aged man stepped into the room, looked at Ze Kunyun behind his hand and asked with concern.

Ze Kunyun is dressed in a cyan robe with flowing cloud patterns. Although he is 50 years old, he is still majestic. The brilliance on his face makes it clear that he has already experienced the wind and frost. He can only see his old age from that deep shrewdness. Between hands and feet, there is a hero's spirit emanating from it.

"Cong Jun, you know, there is nothing else but one thing that bothers me." Ze Kunyun said to the comer.

That man is Xu Chengjun, one of the five sword guards of Qianjianmen.

At the beginning of its establishment, Qianjianmen has the position of swordsman. The swordsmancerer is the most important sword of protecting Qianjianmen - Shenzong's sword. Over time, the swordsman is no longer a simple swordsman, but is divided into the management of various big and small affairs of Qianjianmen, and is also the five people with the greatest power in addition to the doorkeeper.

Xu Chengjun immediately understood, "Are you worried about Yuer again?"

Ze Kunyun did not answer, which was regarded as acquiescence. It seemed that all his energy was placed on observing the every move of those disciples practicing swords.

After a long time, Ze Kunyun slowly asked, "Cong Jun, do you think I'm too arrogant?"

Xu Chengjun didn't know how to answer for a moment. For a moment, Ze Kunyun said, "Come on, you don't have to say. I already know the answer."

Xu Chengjun looked embarrassed and said, "Yuer is talented and intelligent, and he is definitely a good material for practicing swords. It's just that his heart has never been able to put on swordsmanship. If he can concentrate on martial arts, his achievements will be extraordinary.

Ze Kunyun finally took his eyes away from the group of sword practitioners on the ground, looked at the clouds, sighed heavily, and said, "How about Yuer's swordsmanship? Haven't I, a father? Compared with Gu Hong, he is still far away..."

As soon as he heard Ze Kunyun mention his proud disciple Ye Guhong, Xu Chengjun couldn't help showing a trace of satisfaction. The most outstanding person in the later stage of Qianjianmen is Ye Guhong, who came out of his painstaking efforts, and even Shen Xinyu, a female disciple who is known as one of the descendants of Qianjianmen. He is confident that Ye Guhong can defeat her within ten swords, but he has always lacked the opportunity to compete.

Today, I heard the doorkeeper praise Ye Guhong, and the master's face was shining.

"If it hadn't been for his mother's early death... Alas, it's all my fault that I have no way to teach my son!" Ze Kunyun said with self-reproach. Since Zeyu's mother, also known as Ze Kunyun's wife, died of illness, Ze Kunyun has always felt ashamed of his son and accommodated Ze Yu in many things, which unconsciously made Ze Yu develop an arrogant and arrogant character. Now Ze Kunyun feels hateful and hard to return, and he doesn't know how to teach his son back.

For a long time, his painstaking teaching has been regarded as a breeze by Zeyu. After Wino answered, Zeyu still went his own way, not to mention the words of the five sword guards. In particular, after learning some shallow swordsmanship, Zeyu was rampant everywhere. A group of disciples of thousands of swords also knew that he was the son of the door owner, so he could only swallow his anger and complained to his master behind his back.

"Take your time, one day Yuer will mature." Xu Chengjun could only comfort him in this way. In fact, he was helpless and helpless.

Ze Gengyun is the master of the Thousand Sword Gate. He knew Ze Yu's situation that day. Xu Chengjun knew that these words were whimsical words as soon as he heard them. Do you want him to be mature? I'm afraid he was no longer alive at that time, Ze Kunyun said with a wry smile in his heart.