Under Jiang Feng's invitation, Zhou Zhiruo boarded the carriage.
In the exquisite and elegant carriage, the two of them sat opposite each other.
At first, he was a little reserved.
After all, Zhou Zhiruo had grown up in Emei and rarely left the mountain. She had never come into contact with any members of the opposite sex, so she really wasn't used to riding in the same carriage.
Fortunately, Jiang Feng had an extraordinary bearing, and his speech was also very appropriate and gentle.
This gave Zhou Zhiruo a good impression.
The atmosphere quickly became harmonious.
The two of them chatted happily.
As they talked, Jiang Feng asked around and understood some things.
For example, Zhou Zhiruo's background.
Because Zhang Wuji had obtained the opportunity in advance, he did not experience the plot in the original novel. Zhou Zhiruo did not know him either.
Ten years ago, when the Yuan soldiers massacred the village, it was Mistress Miejue who saved her and brought her back to Emei.
Without this layer of binding, Zhou Zhiruo would probably not repeat the tragic fate of the original novel in the future.
On the other hand, Jiang Feng also asked about the movements of the six major sects.
Currently, the six major sects had yet to launch an attack on Light Summit.
After all, the current Ming Cult was a little different from the original novel. They had already been unified, and there was also a famous young cult master.
The six major sects had agreed to gather at the foot of Mount Kunlun to discuss major matters.
Zhou Zhiruo was rushing over there to meet up with her sect.
Jiang Feng did not intend to get involved in the affairs of the six major sects. He had come to Light Summit to complete his own goals and quests.
Other than that, whether it was a battle in the martial arts world or a battle between good and evil.
He didn't care.
The wheels rolled.
About ten days later, the convoy had already entered Kun Lun's territory.
Kunlun was located in the northwest, unlike the Central Plains. The climate here was bitter and cold all year round, and there were already snowflakes falling.
Along the way, Jiang Feng and Zhou Zhiruo sat in the same car and chatted about everything. Their relationship had also become much closer.
Zhou Zhiruo was pure, kind, and innocent, and Jiang Feng liked her.
As for Jiang Feng, he was knowledgeable, talented, and had great martial arts skills. He was gentle and refined. As long as it was a woman, it would be difficult for her not to have a good impression of him.
Outside the car, Jiang Qin listened to the occasional laughter and couldn't help but exclaim.
Our Young Master is really amazing.
Without batting an eyelid, he managed to move another beauty on the Beauty Ranking.
At this rate, there would probably be many matriarchs in the future.
Servants like them had to be more careful when serving.
Just as he was thinking about this.
Suddenly, the guard walking in front stopped.
"What happened?"
Jiang Qin asked with a frown.
"Reporting to Mr. Qin, the road ahead is blocked." The guard hurriedly bowed.”
Jiang Qin looked over.
He saw a man standing in the middle of the road with a sword.
He was about twenty years old.
He was not wearing an umbrella or a hat. The melted ice and snow flowed down his face and down his neck. He was only wearing thin clothes.
However, his back was still straight. He was like a man made of iron. Ice, snow, cold, fatigue, fatigue, and hunger could not make him yield.
His eyebrows were thick, his eyes large, his thin lips pressed into a thin line, and his straight nose made his face look even thinner.
This face was easily associated with granite, stubborn, firm, and cold.
Other than the sword in his hand, he didn't even care about himself.
His sword was also very special.
It was just a piece of iron that was more than three feet long. It had neither a sword edge nor a sword edge. It did not even have a sword hilt. It was only nailed on by two pieces of cork. It was the sword hilt.
The guard in front tried to communicate with him.
However, the moment the horse under him approached the person, it would be frightened and retreat.
A sharp aura emanated from his body.
The horse stopped and did not dare to move forward.
"He's an expert!"
Jiang Qin knew that this man was extraordinary with just one glance.
Although he did not know much about martial arts, he had followed Jiang Feng around and had seen many experts. Naturally, he had some knowledge.
He did not dare to make his own decisions.
"Young Master…" he hurriedly reported to the carriage.
"I understand."
Jiang Feng's voice sounded, and he gently opened the curtain and looked ahead.
The youth on the road seemed to have sensed his gaze and raised his head.
Their gazes met in mid-air.
They were like two cold swords, fighting against each other.
Zhou Zhiruo, who was also sitting in the carriage, felt that the air around her had become a little cold. She even had the illusion that she had been pricked by needles.
She also looked at the youth in the distance, and her expression could not help but change slightly.
"I recognize him."
"Oh?"
"His name is Ah Fei. He is good at using the fast sword and entered the Xiantian realm at the age of seventeen. Later on, he had challenged masters of his generation from various sects in the martial arts world and had almost never lost. At that time, he also came to our Emei. All my senior sisters couldn't take a single sword strike from him. Later on, he met a sword expert and was defeated. After that, he disappeared without a trace. Because he hasn't appeared in the martial world for many years, he was replaced by Linghu Chong…"
Fast Sword Hoodlum?
When Jiang Feng heard that, he was surprised.
He was able to enter the Connate Realm at the age of seventeen and was ranked third on the Ranking List of Young Masters.
This alone was enough to show how powerful his strength and talent were.
Even though he had been missing for several years, he was still ranked in the top five of the Ranking List of Young Masters.
Now that he appeared here, he was probably coming for him.
"Jiang Feng, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Hoodlum said on the road.
His voice was a little hoarse, like two pieces of iron rubbing against each other.
It gave off a cold and heartless feeling.
"I entered the Innate Realm at the age of seventeen and was ranked third on the Ranking List of Young Masters. But later, I realized that my sword wasn't fast enough, so I left for three years. Now that my sword is fast enough, I want to take back the glory that originally belonged to me and return to the peak.”
Hoodlum was very direct.
When Jiang Feng heard that, he did not say anything more and only asked,""I can see that you are very strong. He could have challenged Zhang Wuji or even Xie Xiaofeng, but why did he choose me?”
"Xie Xiaofeng's sword is too fast. Zhang Wuji has the Nine Yang Divine Technique and the Heaven and Earth Great Shift, two ultimate techniques. His cultivation is very strong. I can suppress him, but I might not be able to defeat him. Of course, the most important thing is that I'm not interested in him not using a sword!”
Hoodlum fumbled with the iron sword in his hand and said expressionlessly.
"My original target was the Sword Prince of Huashan, Linghu Chong. But you defeated him, so I came to find you!”
After Jiang Feng heard what he had to say, he nodded and said with a smile,""So, in the end, it's because I look the weakest?”
The third chapter…
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