Chapter 31: Young Master of Jianmen

When a touch of sunshine sprinkled on the earth that day, the people of the Tianfeng Gang had already left the soft warm bed and practiced their fists and feet with a strong drink and dance in the open space. Liu Hong, Chai Yuanlang and Hu Jiuwei shuttled through the queue, pointing out the wrong movements, or loudly scolding those with soft hands and feet, full of the old-fashioned appearance of those martial arts martial arts masters to teach their apprentices.

Chen Rufeng and Jiang Shengtian held their hands behind their faces full of comfort and satisfaction.

All the things in the gang are finally on the right track. Everyone works together, and the business of the guards is also well-known. The scope is no longer limited to the Chang'an area. The line of Cuihua Mountain and Funiu Mountain is the business scope of their Tianfeng Gang.

On that day, the white silver also poured into the warehouse like running water. The Tianfeng Gang built a lot. It was no longer the narrow and narrow fur land. After the whitewashing, the Tianfeng Gang was like wearing a beautiful coat, washing away the previous poverty and decadent.

However, Chen Rufeng and Jiang Shengtian will certainly not be satisfied with this.

They are planning to join the "World Alliance" where famous gangs gather in the world. The gangs of the "World Alliance" are all prominent, just like pillars in the world and occupy a pivotal position.

Only by joining the "World League" will the status of Tianfeng Gang be officially recognized.

To join the "World Alliance", the strength of the gang naturally cannot be reconciled. Jiang Shengtian ordered the purchase of a large number of refined weapons, and at the same time stepped up the practice of martial arts, which must not be relaxed.

When the wind gang rose to fame on the top of the rivers and lakes, naturally many people came and threw themselves under the door of the Tianfeng gang. Due to the large number of people, some people had to be divided by Chen Rufeng to the altar on Funiu Mountain. Those who can stay in the main part of Cuihua Mountain are secretly happy. After all, it is adjacent to the blessed land of Chang'an and close to the capital. The chance of getting ahead is always greater than in the barren mountains.

Therefore, the Tianfeng Gang is like a strange seed, growing at an alarming rate and becoming a tree with lush branches and leaves. Although it is not as good as those tall and beautiful trees, it is only a matter of time.

The pace towards the dream of that day is accelerating. The peak of the dream seems to be close in front of them, stirring up the infinite heat of the two and constantly climbing up.

As for "Mr. Bai" Han Ling, he left for a period of time when he saw that the wind was in good times. After all, he is still one of the "Eight Hidden in the Central Plains", and the leisurely life in the hidden bamboo forest really belongs to him. Becoming a counselor of the Tianfeng Gang is only out of friendship. As he can see, two seemingly immature teenagers have been able to take the lead, and they are really worthy of the leader of a gang.

Han Ling stood on the roof of the inner hall of the Tianfeng Gang. His golden mask was shining in the sun, and his eyes looked down at the neat and consistent martial arts practice queue, and the corners of his mouth were gently raised.

He gently put his hand on the bridge of his nose, holding a golden mask, for fear of damaging the mask, so he gently took it off and put it behind his back.

For a while, there is a kind of independent cloud, and the feeling that all the people are under their feet arise spontaneously.

Han Ling looked up, and his mouthful of fresh air was sucked into his nose, as if he had introduced a pool of clear springs into his body and washed his whole body.

After helping a gang to correct the action, Hu Jiuwei looked up and looked directly at the roof of the inner hall.

Yes, it's just a shallow cloud and frivolous. The existence of the figure he just felt is just an illusion.

Today, Chen Rufeng stepped out of the Tianfeng gang, stretched out, gave a comfortable "um" in his mouth, and walked to the sea-like green forest on Cuihua Mountain.

The fragrance of flowers is overflowing, birds and insects sing, and the green leaves cover a large part of a bunch of golden sunlight, leaving branches of golden light as thick and sticking straight into the soil on the ground.

Chen Rufeng's pace is not slow, and his eyes are like a newborn curious baby, looking around the scenery with a leisurely smile. Only then did he remember that since the establishment of the Tianfeng Gang, he has not taken a good walk on Cuihua Mountain. Today, there is no trifle. It is an opportunity to explore this Cuihua Mountain.

Unconsciously, Chen Rufeng has stepped into the depths of Cuihua Mountain. Surrounded by green trees, some birds raised from the treetops and flew out, leaving only a rapid bird shadow in mid-air.

Chen Rufeng smiled. The breath around here is fresh and pleasant, like the breath of nature. Inhale, heaven and earth are breathing. People here seem to be united with heaven and earth. They are so relaxed and natural.

When he came to such a beautiful place, Chen Rufeng naturally could not miss it. He immediately sat cross-legged and took a breath.

The heaven and the earth are the same, and the human beings are also one of the things in the world. It is natural to take gas, and it is not against the law, right? Chen Rufeng suddenly thought of this in his heart.

Fresh and simple qi is constantly introduced into Chen Rufeng's body.

After many life-and-death exercises, Chen Rufeng has not only refined the true qi, but also the qi capacity to accommodate the true qi has expanded a lot. The quantity of true qi is sufficient, and what is missing is the heat.

When Chen Rufeng meditated, his body was like first-class water, constantly washing away all parts of his body, internal organs, and all the stains were taken away by this flowing water, leaving only the most primitive and cleanest heart andfei meridians, which was extremely comfortable.

A mass of green gas gathered on Chen Rufeng's palms. Chen Rufeng's eyes were closed, as if he had integrated with heaven and earth. Even if the sky collapsed, it would not affect him at all.

A few birds squeaked to the ground and were not afraid of Chen Rufeng, who had been meditated. They pecked the ground next to him, as if the living man was no different from those dead trunks and branches.

"Young master, will we go a little further? I'm afraid it's getting dark when I go back..." Far from the place where Chen Rufeng meditated, there was a faintly uncoordinated voice, accompanied by footsteps stepping on the broken leaves, which shocked the birds that were pecked and flew to the sky.

"Well, this only shows that your body skills are not up to standard. I finally ran out so as not to be dragged by the old man Huang Caide to practice my sword. Aren't you scolded when you say these terrible scenery now?" An arrogant voice replied.

Soon, the two figures have entered the vicinity of Chen Rufeng. The two of them are similar in height and in blue clothes. The slightly taller man carries a sheathed sword, and the other man who looks less than 20 has a sword on his waist, sword eyebrows and star eyes. Rong Junxiu still has a high arrogance between his eyebrows, which is slightly domineering.

"Young master... Have you seen that someone is mediting and practicing here? We'd better not disturb them..." The man with a long sword whispered.

"Yan Yanyan, when did you become so timid? Cuihua Mountain is the land of our Thousand Sword Gate. Those people in the world have to ask us to come to practice!" It turned out that the two were from Qianjianmen, one of the three major factions in the world, and the young man with different swords around his waist was Zeyu, the son of Ze Kunyun, the owner of the "Little Sword Sect".

Zeyu deliberately enlarged his throat and provocatively glanced at Chen Rufeng, who had been meditating and adjusting his breath for a long time. However, seeing that Chen Rufeng was still unmoved, he couldn't help but feel that this person did not pay attention to him and didn't even open his eyes to look at him.

The young master of Qianjianmen has been arrogant since he was a child. Today, he was so ignored. He couldn't bear this tone that day. He was the only one who could be so arrogant. He would never allow others to ignore him. Thinking of this, he scolded angrily and held the hilt of the sword at his waist with one hand. Before Yan Yanyan could stop it, the admiration The sword has come out of its sheath, and the sword spirit is fierce, flying straight to Chen Rufeng.

At this moment, Chen Rufeng felt a murderous spirit in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes and moved his body to the side at an ugly speed like a shadow. He avoided it at the moment when the sword was about to hit him. The sword spirit "pagged" left a shallow mark on the dry and thick wood behind Chen Rufeng. It seems that this man's sword spirit It's just a beginner's path. Even if it is plotted by him, it's just a little skin injury.

Zeyu saw that Chen Rufeng avoided it so easily. Suddenly, he was like a tiger annoyed by mosquitoes. He stamped his feet angrily, and then raised his sword flatly. His footsteps were light, and his speed was only a little faster than running, so he rushed straight to Chen Rufeng.

Chen Rufeng also felt puzzled for a moment. He was attacked with sword spirit for no reason. He expected that he had not make a beam with anyone, but the sword had been killed, and he had to avoid it. His body moved, but in the blink of an eye, a shadow flashed by. He had flashed to the branch and held the tree trunk in one hand, as if he had no body. He stood on the branch and asked loudly, "Who are you?" Yesterday, there was no hatred and no complaints recently. Why did you attack me?"

Zeyu's sword stabbed into the air and suddenly stopped his body. The sword hit the ground, and a tiny sword wind rolled up from the tip of the sword, but a few pieces of broken leaves were blown up. Other than that, there was no power at all.

"Well, if you can avoid my next three swords, I will accept you! Otherwise, you can kowtow to me three times!" Zeyu pointed his sword at Chen Rufeng on the treetop and shouted, with one hand on his waist and an angry face. Chen Rufeng looked like those gangsters who could not rob when he was young.

When Chen Rufeng saw that the teenager was about his age and so arrogant, he also felt bad about him for a while and had an idea to teach him a good lesson and frustrate him.

Chen Rufeng jumped to the ground, stood in front of Zeyu, straightened his chest, and raised his head and said, "I'll see if you have this ability!" Come on!" He patted his chest as if to meet a big stone that was about to break into his chest.

Ze Yu grinned angrily, and the shadow of the sword moved, with the real power stimulated in his body, and turned around and cut down in mid-air. Every falling sword did his best, but it only made a faint sound of true air breaking through the air, which seemed weak. Chen Rufeng held his arm, and his figure changed his position like an illusion. Zeyu's sword could not hurt his hair.

After the three swords, Chen Rufeng's body must have changed from illusion to entity, looking at Zeyu, who was panting with a mocking face.

"Have you finished your three swords? It's my turn!" As soon as Chen Rufeng's words fell, his body turned into a phantom, three strong sounds, and there was no need for a blink of an eye. Zeyu had already slapped him three times, his face turned red, and even his footsteps staggered back a few steps.

"You... how dare you..." Ze Yu covered his painful cheeks and looked at the proud Chen Rufeng, like a tiger who had just been forcibly plucked, and couldn't wait to swallow him alive.

Yanyan, who was behind Ze Yu, saw that the young master was humiliated, and he could not sit by. With a wave of his hand, the sword on his back came out of its sheath and fell into his hand, flying in the air, with a shining white sword light, and attacked Chen Rufeng directly.

"Do not hurt my young master!"