Chapter 5 Swift Warning

On the sword training platform, the dragon pillar was surrounded by purple air, and hundreds of Ziyunfeng disciples stood proudly, looking at the shining sun rising in the east, and their faces were arrogant and indifferent.

Han Fei stared at the dragon pillar, and his face was full of confidence and pride. Is this the real Ziyunfeng? Am I also qualified to stand here?

"Han Fei, come here." At this time, Ye Feng's sudden voice sounded.

Han Fei walked forward in consternation. Ye Feng had become the master of the peak. It was natural to stand on the highest and largest sword training platform, but further forward, it was the stone platform where the eldest brother stood.

Before Han Fei walked to the crowd, he was separated from Ye Feng on a stone platform and waited for Ye Feng to speak.

Ye Feng stood proudly on the stone platform and said with a gentle smile, "Come forward again!"

To the front? Han Fei was surprised to hear the words. How could he not know what it means to come forward?

"I'm afraid it's not appropriate, is it?" Han Fei said in astonishment.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "What's wrong? The Lord of Zixia Seven Swords, who is disrespectful, all the brothers behind you also admire you, especially your sword cultivation status.

"But..." Han Fei wanted to say, but was pushed by a brother behind him, and his body involuntarily took a few steps forward.

Looking back, I saw that the brother grinned at himself, quite sunny and cheerful.

Looking at other people, they all looked at Han Fei with a smile and encouragement. Han Fei couldn't help but be moved.

With such a dear and respectable brother, Han Fei felt more and more respectful and kind in his heart.

Touched, Han Fei no longer twisted. He smiled boldly and strode up.

"Okay, this is the real man." The brothers below praised and laughed together.

With a sense of pride, Han Fei followed Ye Feng and danced the long sword in his hand.

"Wo!" Long sleeves flew up, and a paper charm suddenly flew out.

"Wow!" With a sound, the dragon roared loudly, and the hot flame flew out of the paper rune and wrapped around the sword.

In an instant, the flames of the sword training platform flew, and the dragons roared wildly.

The spiritual power of the paper rune disappeared, and the cold flying movement was not slow. He held the sword with the brothers in his right hand and drew the spiritual charm with his left hand. With the continuous overflowing of the power of the sword, the spiritual charms were perfectly drawn in the middle of the sky, and the spiritual charms were continuously released. The power was not weaker than that of the brothers in the Yuanhua period.

On the big brother stone platform, Han Fei really has a leadership demeanor. The arrogant sword is almost broken out, the aura of heaven and earth is rolling, and the strength of the sword is comparable to the ordinary Yuanhua senior brother.

"This brother is really extraordinary. In the future, he will not be a thing in the pool. He really has the power of the head of the seven swords, but he is not much arrogance, lacks domineering, and his sharpness is more than enough."

The brothers looked at Han Fei at the same time. Looking at the casual movements of Han Feixin, I am very appreciative and proud.

The seven swords of Xianxiazong, which had been silent for 300 years, touched the seal again. The dragon sword master led by the middle of the period turned out to be the teenager in front of him. Their younger brother, in the future, they will have the opportunity to teach their tutors to practice. What a glorious thing.

"Sword practice, what is sword practice? Practice the sword secret skills handed down by the ancient sword immortals, that is, sword practice."

"Sword practitioners, sword bones and sword hearts are indispensable. You are still far from entering the door of sword cultivation."

The words of returning to the sea circled around my ears, and Han Fei's action suddenly became cold, and the murderous thoughts in his heart gradually grew.

"Wo!" A sword crossed into the sky, and a sharp sword spirit suddenly flew out, with a murderous spirit.

Han Fei's sword spirit suddenly changed to Ling Yi, and hundreds of people behind him knew it in an instant. They felt that although the cold murderous atmosphere on Han Fei's body was not strong, it was very Ling Yi.

"Brother Han must have had a great disaster." Everyone guessed it at the same time.

"The sword bone should be like bamboo, unyielding and arrogant, preferring to be unyielding." On the sword training platform, Han Fei has gradually entered a good situation. The spiritual charm in the left hand is cold, and the shadow of the sword in the right hand is floating, which is quite proud of the wind and rain.

Yun Shan smiled and looked at Han Fei's figure with pride. With a long sword, the sky suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the purple gas was dispersed.

Fang is still the dawn of the red sun. At this time, it is already black clouds and thunder.

"Pika!!"

Bai Lei squandered it and blew up a mass of spiritual chaos.

"Xuantian has his own way, and the way of the way is based on the secret of the heart!" Xuantian's heart formula was read out aloud, and Haoran's righteousness was entangled with the black cloud, and the crazy momentum pressed down.

This is the last attack.

Feeling the momentum under the pressure of the sky, Han Fei suddenly felt blood rolling, and a stream of hot blood in his throat was about to spray out.

"Since I'm standing here, I need to bear the pressure of all my brothers. If not, I will never call myself a swordsman." He swallowed his blood and felt that all the brothers behind him were watching, and Han Fei could not weaken his momentum.

"Drink!"

With a roar, the sword trembled, and the principle of the peak in the later period of the foundation period poured out, like the water of the nine heavens against the current.

"Hung~~"

There was a muffled sound in the void, and Han Fei sweated for a moment. He fought against the momentum with the power of the sword. This was equivalent to throwing stones and eggs, but it made Han Fei so tired.

"It must be that the brothers have released the water, otherwise there is only this little power." Han Fei knew in his heart that the momentum of nearly a hundred brothers was superimposed, which could not be borne by Han Fei alone.

"I have nearly a hundred disciples from the inner door of Ziyunfeng. I'm afraid it's only a part of the hall on that day." He straightened his chest and looked at the sky coldly. Seeing that he had seen tomorrow again, the morning glow in the east was shining. Is it beautiful?

Ye Feng nodded slightly and brushed his sleeves away.

Yun Shan looked at Ye Feng's appearance and was not angry. He curled his lips and said to Han Fei, "Brother Han, how do you feel standing on the stone platform where the eldest brother should stand?"

Han Fei smiled bitterly and said, "This is not a person who should stand."

"Hahahahaha!" The brothers laughed. In the past, Ye Feng, as a big brother, stood here every day, in the same Yuanhua period. Coupled with the strength of the peak in the later period, Ye Feng took over the momentum of all his disciples, which made them very unhappy. Now it can be said that he was sulking when he saw a humble brother standing there.

If Han Fei can really accept it, they will be too depressed to practice every day.

They laughed happily, but in the next few days, they could no longer be happy.

In the morning exercise every day, their momentum can be said to be stronger and stronger. The dark clouds in the sky are thicker than layer by layer, and the power of the last thunder charm is also stronger than once.

And they were surprised to be able to stuff the eggs in their mouths, and Han Fei was more and more happy.

For several months, with his hard practice of sword power in the Zizhu Forest, his strength is also gradually increasing. Although it is not yet the Yuanhua period, the power of his random sword definitely has a blow of half of the power in the later stage of building the foundation.

It can be said that it has been reborn. Han Fei's sword spirit is stronger than one by one, and the momentum against all the brothers is slowly changing from difficulties.

"Boom!"

The last momentum was bombarded by Han Fei with his full strength. Han Fei turned around and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, is it that your brothers ate Tuoli Dan today? Why is it so bad?"

"Damn it, this boy is so proud that he can cut her!" A senior brother laughed and scolded, rushed to the stone platform and was about to fight with Han Fei for a while.

"Bear him!" Everyone looked at each other and felt that Han Fei was a little crazy. They suddenly roared and waved their fists and ran over.

Yun Shan looked at the place where Ye Feng left in the distance with a smile, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and raised the gourd wine in his hand.

"Old friend, you didn't see the wrong person... Shit, who pushed me?" Yun Shan spewed out the wine stuck in his throat, and roared with a red face.

"It's you who pushed!" I don't know when everyone has gathered together. They raised Han Fei's limbs above their heads and raised their feet to Yunshan together.

"Wh, a bunch of inhuman things." Yun Shan put away the gourd with hatred, took a deep breath and immediately ran away.

"Chasing him." At the same time, the brothers reached out to draw the spiritual charm and flew into the air.

Han Fei sat on the ground with a smile, looked at the flying brothers and muttered, "This is the life of cultivating immortals that I have always worshipped. If only it could be like this all the time."

Lying on the stone platform, looking at the white clouds in the sky, Han Fei said, "It's been three months, why hasn't the senior sister come out?"

A shadow in white appeared in my mind.

"Roar!" Suddenly, a swunging roar suddenly came from Han Fei's chest. Han Fei immediately tightened his mind and explored his spirit. He found that in the spiritual ocean, the giant ape in the mixed pearl just stamped to the earth, revealing his white tusks and roaring wildly.

Suddenly, a strange feeling came from the other side. Han Fei felt it and found that it was the feeling from the Tongtian Giant.

"What's the story about my way?" Han Fei stared and explored again.

The Tongtian Giant is the realization of his Tao, which is compatible with gossip, and the heavenly machine will come out.

An ominous foreboding appeared in his heart, and suddenly entangled him like bone runony. What's the matter? Does it have anything to do with me?"

"Choo-chiu!"

"Choo-chiu!"

At this time, two sharp whistlings suddenly came from the sky. Han Fei looked up, and a familiar little figure appeared in the clouds. A tumbling landed in Han Fei's heart was the swallow that had been retreating at Ziyun Peak.

Han Fei found that the Swift had grown up like a circle at this time, and the water-blue feathers on his body were shining with water, which was very shiny.

"Flying rain, what's wrong?" Han Fei found that there were waves in Yuyan's eyes, like a little girl who was choking and sobbing.

"Choo!" The swallow roared, fluttered the tail of the scissors, spread its wings, and flew towards the distance.

Han Fei frowned, and the power of the sword was slightly released. He stepped on the top of the tree like a meteor, and circled like a dragon and followed closely.