"Ning brat!"
Ning Chuan had just walked downstairs when he heard a voice calling out.
Turning his head, he saw Venerable Fei Long holding an iron sword and leaning against the threshold, looking at him with a burning gaze.
"Old man Fei?"
Ning Chuan raised his eyebrows and teased,"Old man Fei, what are you doing here so early in the morning? Aren't you going to guard Miss Lan?"
Speaking of which, since Ning Chuan and Nan Xiyue took a walk that day, their relationship had become much closer.
As time passed, both parties became more familiar with each other.
He also understood that Miss Lan was from a wealthy family who had taken refuge in the prefecture.
As for this old man Fei, he was the butler in charge of taking care of Miss Lan.
Old man Fei was a bit of a boastful person. He always said that he was some great grandmaster of the sword, but when he was really asked to show his skills, he would stammer and could not say anything for a long time.
He often teased old man Fei.
Thus, as time passed, he and this old man Fei became a pair of friends regardless of age.
Looking at the entire Lin 'an City.
Old man Fei was also the only one who didn't call him Mister Ning but called him Little Ning instead.
"What old man Fei? You're talking as if this old master is about to die.”
Reverend Fei Long's face darkened.
"You brat, can't you respect me a little? Do you know that even the strongest sword prodigy in the world has to greet me as a senior when he sees me?”
Ning Chuan laughed.
This old man Fei is having hysteria again.
Shaking his head, Ning Chuan ignored Venerable Fei Long and walked forward.
He had a lot of things to do today and didn't have time to talk nonsense with this old man Fei.
"Wait!"
Seeing that Ning Chuan was about to go out, Daoist Master Fei Long quickly called out.
"What's the matter?" Ning Chuan turned around and said.
"Little Ning, you always say that I like to brag. Today, I'll demonstrate a set of sword techniques for you to open your eyes, how about it?”
Venerable Fei Long said.
After saying that, he stared at Ning Chuan.
This was the method he had thought of after a long night of thinking.
He only needed to demonstrate one set of sword technique and let Ning Chuan comment on it!
Was Ning Chuan the owner of Tianji Tower?
He would know once he tried!
"I'm not free!"
Ning Chuan shook his head and walked straight ahead.
Hearing this, Elder Fei Long's face stiffened.
Not free?
Elder Fei Long laughed in anger. He had roamed the Nine Mystical World for nearly a thousand years and his Sword Dao was already at the level of a god.
Countless sword geniuses had knelt before him, begging him to demonstrate one or two sword techniques so that they would have no regrets in their lives!
Even the Sword Tomb's Sword Master had visited the Heaven Saint Palace three times just to spar with him.
This Ning brat actually said he was busy?
Ning Chuan was about to walk away.
Elder Fei Long gritted his teeth and rushed in front of Ning Chuan, blocking his way.
"How can you be free?" Elder Fei Long glared at Ning Chuan.
"You're still glaring at me? Then I'm even more busy."
Ning Chuan pushed Elder Fei Long away and continued to walk forward.
Looking at Ning Chuan's back, Elder Fei Long was so angry that his chest kept heaving.
He wished he could slice this kid into pieces with his sword!
It was too infuriating!
"Calm down, calm down! Those who achieve great things do not care about trifles!"
Elder Fei Long only suppressed his impulse after consoling him in his heart.
In the next moment.
He walked up to Ning Chuan again and squeezed out a stiff smile.
"Kid Ning, can you just watch me demonstrate it once?”
Reverend Fei Long had never felt so humble before.
Seeing this, Ning Chuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry."Old man Fei, what are you trying to do? I really have something on. I'll come back later to watch your performance, okay?”
"No!"
Venerable Fei Long extended a finger.
"100 gold taels, watch me demonstrate once!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Ning Chuan grabbed his finger.
"Deal!"
Seeing the grin on Ning Chuan's face, Reverend Fei Long's face twitched.
This kid, was he deliberately waiting for me to say this?
"Follow me."
Waving his hand weakly, Venerable Fei Long brought Ning Chuan to the backyard of the Seven Blessings Inn.
"Show me."
Ning Chuan said as he leaned against the door with his arms crossed.
"Good!"
Reverend Fei Long's expression turned serious.‘
"Little Ning, I'll demonstrate it once. Watch carefully.”
After saying that, Venerable Fei Long took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
His breathing gradually became steady.
Strands of wind scattered in all directions due to Venerable Fei Long's loyalty.
The fallen leaves and some dust on the ground began to float up.
"Oh?"
Ning Chuan raised his eyebrows.
It seemed like this old man Fei was really something?
That was true.
As the steward of the prefecture, how could he not have some skills?
In the next moment, Reverend Feilong opened his eyes.
In his eyes, there was no longer any playfulness. Instead, his eyes were extremely sharp.
Whoosh!
With a sonorous sword cry, Venerable Fei Long instantly unsheathed his sword.
He held the iron sword in his hand, and the sword moved like a dragon and snake as he began to dance in the open space.
His speed alternated between fast and slow.
When it was fast, it was like lightning, leaving afterimages in the air, dazzling people.
Like a rabbit jumping in the forest, looking forward to the light.
When it was slow, it was like a towering mountain, moving slowly in the air, filled with Taoist Connotation.
Like an antelope hanging its horn, no trace can be found.
After about ten breaths, Venerable Fei Long stopped and sheathed his sword in one go.
"Ning brat, how is my swordsmanship?”
A smug smile appeared on Venerable Fei Long's old face.
The aura that was full of the charm of an expert just now instantly collapsed.
He looked at Ning Chuan confidently.
Although the sword technique that he had demonstrated just now seemed ordinary and did not reveal the power of splitting the sea with a single sword.
However, if there was a sword grandmaster here, he would know.
Fei Long had already reached the highest realm of swordsmanship, which was to return to the basics, to be skillful, to lift heavy things as if they were light, and to be meticulous!
In the current world, there were no more than three fingers of people who could reach this level in Sword Dao!
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