Chapter 320 Prison of Ten Thousand Swords

Wu Jinlong's eyes were a flower, and a long and standing figure suddenly appeared in front of him. It was Han Feng who couldn't help but be shocked that he didn't see how the other party came from. Just feeling a breeze blowing on his face, Han Feng's figure passed through the crowd and appeared in the crowd...

The old man looked up at Han Feng, with a smile on his old face and said slowly, "Is the prince finally willing to see me?"

Han Feng smiled and said, "Sir, I don't know what to do?"

The old man said, "Do you dare to ask if the prince is from Qingcheng?"

Han Feng nodded. He didn't know why the other party came...

"Ha ha, I didn't expect that the little Qingcheng could cultivate such a prince. It's unbelievable."

"Bah."

"Which green onion are you?"

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The curse sounded, and the people in Qingcheng naturally couldn't hear him belittle themselves. At this time, Murong Ruxue and others also crowded over. Hearing the last words of the other party, anger appeared on his face.

Han Feng's face darkened slightly, looked at the indifferent old man and said, "If there is nothing else, please go." He is expelling the guest...

The old man stood there, motionless. He didn't curse him at all for the crowd next to him, as if it was not him who was scolded, but others...

"Ha ha, the truth is the least good, but it is the best medicine. Looking at your performance, I will know that I didn't say anything wrong. Although his words were not loud, they were very effective. The words came out like the wind, and the abuse immediately stopped around. Everyone's face is full of anger.

Yan Wuskai's eyes are like a sword, staring at the other party's face and said, "Yan Wusju is a member of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy. He is willing to ask his predecessors for advice with the sword in his hand. If he can still go there, please take back what he said just now." His words are soft and hard, and there is already a murderous intention in his voice.

The old man's deep eyes stared at Yan Wusang and said slowly, "The realm of cohesion and perfection is extraordinary, but you are not my opponent. If I do my best, you will be defeated within a hundred moves." There is unquestionable confidence in his words.

Yan Wu said in a low voice: "Even if the younger generation is dead, it will not make people insult Qingcheng..."

The old man looked at Yan Wuhua and said, "If you can't even hear a bad truth, I can't help Qingcheng..."

"I used to respectfully call you an old gentleman," Han Feng stared at the other party's face and said slowly, "Now it seems to be a little polite."

"Ha ha, it doesn't matter what you call me. I'm here for you."

"Oh?"

"Kid, do you want to make your martial arts more like a city tower?" In the old man's words, there is **, "With hands and feet, mountains and tsunamis, heaven and earth change color, and become the top strong man in the world."

Han Feng nodded and said, "No matter what your purpose is, I believe that becoming the world's top strongman should be the desire of every martial artist..."

"Ha ha," there was an uncontrollable smile in the old man's turbid eyes, "I just like your honesty. Come straight to the point, I can satisfy you with all this."

Han Feng's eyes condensed slightly. Whether it was true or false, the conditions offered by the other party were really too attractive. He looked at Han Feng like a fish that wanted to jump to the shore...

Han Feng suddenly laughed, "There is no free lunch in the world, so don't go around the circle. If you have something to say, there is... That... Hurry up..." Everyone in Qingcheng couldn't help laughing. Two brilliant women also gave Han Feng a fierce look and covered their mouths and smiled...

"Ha ha, happy, you have greatly increased my interest."

The old man didn't think at all, but laughed. Do you know who I is? Where are you from again?"

Han Feng said, "This is what the boy wants to ask."

The old man looked serious, "Have you ever heard of the name 'Prison of Ten Thousand Swords'?" Han Feng felt a shrive heart. Just as he was about to speak, a voice suddenly sounded from his side.

"'Imprison ten thousand swords, the peerless sword tomb.' What did the predecessors say about the prison of ten thousand swords in the five unknown places of the Xuanhuang Dynasty?

It was Murong Ruxue who spoke. At this moment, her beautiful face was full of shock. Obviously, the name said by the other party set off a huge wave in her heart...

The old man nodded slowly, "The girl is right. The old man is a swordsman in the prison of ten thousand swords. Although he is only a five-grade swordsman, the world can also go." There is indescribable confidence and pride in his words...

Han Feng's heart was slightly awe-broken. The old man in front of him was actually just a five-grade swordsman, but the danger to him exceeded many cultivation masters at the peak of the peak of energy...

The old man named Rongtuan smiled proudly and said, "The people who use swords in the world are proud to come from the prison of ten thousand swords... Walking in this world, I shoulder the heavy responsibility of being a network talent in the prison of Wanjian. Many outstanding people have been introduced to the prison of ten thousand swords..."

"Dig the foot of the wall." This is the first idea that emerges in everyone's mind. In the Xuanhuang Dynasty, this is nothing new. Some sects always dig up promising and talented young people from small sects. Some super sects went to dig young disciples of the sect. Then teach it... Many people are proud of being able to be dug. Especially if you are regarded by the super sect, it is possible to reach the sky in one step...

There is a warm fragrance blowing in the distance, and the warm wind, but people's hearts are a little heavy. You should know that there are many precedents in the Xuanhuang Dynasty that defected to other sects and finally became peerless masters... Legend has it that the first generation of Xuanhuang Emperor once changed schools, and finally became a peerless martial arts that shocked the world. Unexpectedly, this matter immediately fell on the young man in front of him. People looked at his expression and couldn't say whether it was envy or something else...

Han Feng understood what the other party meant and suddenly said in a low voice, "The boy uses an axe, but he is not good at using a sword."

Rong Tuan smiled and said, "There are many masters in the prison of ten thousand swords, who used other weapons before, but later they changed to swords, all of which have achieved good cultivation. Young people, don't worry about this. As long as you are determined to come to the sect, there will naturally be someone to help you change the way you move..." Seeing Han Feng standing there in silence, he thought that the other party had been moved by his words and continued to say gently: "Although I am a five-grade swordsman, I am fart in the prison of ten thousand swords. There are many geniuses more powerful than me. They are all superb. Once everyone appears, they can become people who call for the wind and rain. I'm afraid they will call their names on the Xuanhuang Continent... Boy, as long as you nod your head, you can have a great future. Your Qingcheng is not an old man's talk. You devote yourself to it, hehe, will only delay you in the end... The prison of ten thousand swords, once you join, there will be tens of thousands of taels of silver offered every month, as well as countless secrets, crystals and blades for you to choose from. Ha ha, these are only in your thought..."

At this moment, people's voices suddenly stopped and turned their eyes to the silent young man in the center of the field. They all know that a rare opportunity has come to young people. If they nod, they will embark on a path that is by no means different from them... People are afraid of disturbing each other's thinking. The wind blows, and the dark fragrance comes, which makes people think a lot...

In silence, Han Feng finally raised his head and turned his eyes to Rongtuan's face. He said in a low voice, "If there is nothing else, the old gentleman can be invited. See you after the green mountains and green water..."

Rongtuan's face was stunned and said in a low voice, "Do you refuse?" Han Feng smiled and showed his white teeth. It is dazzling in the sun.

Once again, Rong Tuan said in a low voice, "You know what a hard-won opportunity you have rejected. In the world, all martial arts practitioners are proud to be in the prison of ten thousand swords. After all, staying in your green city is just a medium master with little future..." Han Feng pointed to the sky with a smile. Who said that the sun must be brighter than the stars. Maybe when the stars will be brighter than the sun...

Qingcheng's disciples all looked at Han Feng in astonishment. They didn't know that his four-dimensional jump was really not slow. Unexpectedly, they thought of the stars and sun in the sky from a small thing. What a nonsensical answer...

Rong Tuan gradually calmed down, looked at Han Feng with strange eyes and said, "Young man, although you rejected me, I appreciate you very much. I hope we can see you again in the future." Han Feng smiled and said, "I will definitely see you again. Maybe I will give the old gentleman a surprise..." Rong Tuan laughed and said, "I hope." He took a deep look at Han Feng and turned to go out. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared. People didn't know how he disappeared...

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Han Feng was about to go back when he suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him was a little strange. In the quietness, only the breeze kissed his eyebrows and cheeks... He turned his head and saw that everyone was looking at him attentively.

Han Feng involuntarily touched his cheek and asked with a smile, "I didn't wash my face? Or is there a flower on your face? Hi, I know I'm a little more handsome, but you don't have to be such a nymphomaniac..."

"Cut."

The protest sounded, and people turned their heads and walked to the house without turning their heads to look at Han Feng. But everyone's eyes are shining with shiny things... The walking pace does not look very stable...

Murong Ruxue's voice came, "Your dragon well is much worse than that of Qingcheng Mountain before the rain. At that time, I will ask someone to bring some."

Han Feng urgently argued, "This is what I picked and cooked myself. What's wrong with it? It's not that you can't get used to it..."

The crowd sounded happy laughter...