The next day was coming in a blink of an eye. Since Fu Qiu Leng had already made a battle agreement with Wei Yuan, the boxing slave should have to wait until the competition was over before he thought about whether it was necessary to take Wei Yuan to find the mountain master.

The Fengyuping, the North Gate, is called a gate, but it is actually a pass naturally made of mountains. There is a large square on the mountain, spanning a thousand feet and can accommodate tens of thousands of people. It is the largest competition venue in Taolin.

Today, it was also very lively. The Boxer and the Jiannu had already been waiting on the top of the mountain far away in Daping. On the other mountain, a man in purple was sitting at this time, holding a folding fan in his hand, looking gracefully at Daping, smiling gently, and murmured to himself, "The three little masters of this generation, Fu Qiu Nuan are still young and playful, and Fu Qiu Hongwen is too conceited and is not suitable to take charge of the overall situation. Only Fu Qiu Leng has some hope."

Speaking of this, the man in purple sighed helplessly, "If her persistence in Jiandao can be slightly shallow and she desires more power, it would be the most beautiful."

In the wind and rain floor, Fu Qiu Leng stood with a sword, not anxious or impatient, waiting quietly. She was not worried that Wei Yuan would not be able to find this place. After all, Fu Qiu Nuan was still next to Wei Yuan who had been jumping up and down in the peach forest since childhood. Even if Wei Yuan didn't know the location, Fu Qiu Nuan would never know it.

Sure enough, not long after, Wei Yuan walked up the mountain road towards Fengyuping under the guidance of the little girl.

While walking, Fu Qiu Nuan also explained his sister's sword moves and some killer moves to Wei Yuan, as if he was afraid that his sister Leng would not lose.

"Sister Leng has been studying swordsmanship and has also studied the swordsmanship of the younger generation outside Taolin. Just like Sikong Duoyue from Leiyin Palace, his move was almost ruined by his sister."

"And, Wei Yuan, who has become famous in Taisui Palace recently, heard that he has many three-inch golden flying swords. For this reason, Sister Leng asked Jiangnu to personally create eleven close-fitting swords for her, hiding them all around her body. When she moves her thoughts, the sword moves. They are extremely tricky and vicious when fighting with others."

While walking, Wei Yuan smiled helplessly and said, "Why, do you just hope that your sister Leng will lose?"

I’m so shaking her trump card, aren’t you afraid that she will cause trouble for you after she goes back?”

Upon hearing this, Fu Qiu Nuan smiled brightly, "Then you think Sister Leng is too petty. She once said that she dares to challenge any monk of her generation openly, without relying on insidious tricks, and still wins with the exquisite sword skills alone. Just a few trump cards, Sister Leng will never take it to heart."

After hearing this, Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows, "He is such an open and honest female hero... It's a pity that he has too little experience. Who is still open and upright in this world..." As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them had already stepped into Fengyuping. Fu Qiu Nuan looked at the figure standing in the plaque with the sword on the plaque and immediately waved, "Sister Leng, I brought you someone and beat him hard."

Then she quickly turned to look at Wei Yuan and whispered, "Hold on, I'm on your side, and fight for the next hundred moves."

After saying this, Fu Qiu Nuan retreated out of the big ping as if nothing had happened, leaving only Wei Yuan and Fu Qiu Leng to stand against each other.

Fu Qiu Leng obviously didn't plan to pay attention to the Nuan sister who liked to be fooled. She just looked up at Wei Yuan and said lightly, "If you have the second slave of fist and sword, you must be extraordinary in swordsmanship. Don't let me be disappointed with Xi Ling's sword."

"One hundred moves will be done, right..." Wei Yuan shook his head helplessly and said directly, "Then stop talking nonsense, let's start."

Hearing this, Fu Qiu frowned unaware of the brow, and stopped talking nonsense. He pulled out the long sword from his waist indifferently, "Come on."

As he finished speaking, Wei Yuan was not polite and said in a precedent, and rushed out quickly, pointing his sword forward, and the ox on his waist was pulled by the qi and unsheathed himself. A flying sword stabbed towards Fuqiu Leng.

A sword stabbed, Fu Qiu Leng had no expression on his face, and gently raised the sword in his hand, easily lifting the Ruziniu away, and then slashed it down with one sword. The sword edge was strong and did not look like a sword move used by a woman.

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and he grabbed the long sword that was flying back while rushing forward, and tit-for-tat sword, slashed with Fu Qiu Leng's sword tip to a point. In an instant, the Taoist law overflowed, and the harsh sword sounded throughout Fengyuping.

After a sword, the two of them retreated, and after landing, they rushed out again, one sword after another, but only a few breaths, the two of them intersected hundreds of times in the big square, and sword moves emerged one after another, and the Taoist sword energy spread wildly, drawing a series of deep ravines on the bluestone.

On the top of the mountain on one side of Fengyuping, the sword slave did not carry a sword, and stood there with a pale face. The fist slave stood side by side with him, and his eyes never left the battle in the big ping.

"What do you think of this young man?"

Jiannu asked lightly.

The boxer thought for a while before speaking, "I can't tell it, but I guess he is not an ordinary casual cultivator as he said."

"This is natural. Judging from his swordsmanship, although he obviously deliberately lowered his strength, in your eyes, you can still see that his swordsmanship is not inferior to Master Leng, and he is even better."

Jiannu spoke softly and continued, "Among the younger generation in the world, there are not many people who can compete with Leng Xiaozhu on the road of swordsmanship, and there are very few who can surpass her. It is not difficult to guess the identity of this person."

Hearing this, the Fist Nu narrowed his eyes, then immediately widened his eyes after realizing it, and said in disbelief, "What do you mean is that this person is..." Before he finished speaking, the Sword Nu raised his hand to stop him, coughed sickly a few times before smiling, "You know it well, don't say it out loud, even the Lord of the Mountain Lord can't control this matter. I'm afraid that the only ancestors can make a decision."

"Can we guessed it wrong?"

The boxer still spoke in uncertainty.

Jiannu pondered for a while, and finally shook his head, "I'm not sure, after all, the world is vast and boundless, and young talents emerge like bamboo shoots after a rain. No one can guarantee whether there is still a peerless genius hidden in a corner of this world that is unknown to the world."
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