Chapter 8
Feng Jueyu became almost addicted to practicing the "Hong Yuan Tianjing". For the next half month, he was immersed in the pleasure of practicing the magical skill almost every day. For nearly 8 hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, he seized every opportunity to practice in the Hong Yuan space.
What is particularly gratifying is that the first level of the Hong Yuan Tianjing technique can absorb the boundless Hong Yuan spiritual energy into the body, and then through the operation of the Life and Death Impermanence Divine Art, it can transform the two energies of life and death, and repeatedly wash Feng Jueyu's meridians in the body. In just half a month, Feng Jueyu jumped from an ordinary person with no true energy to a mid-level virtual martial arts master.
As a result, Feng Da Sha Shi enjoyed it even more and couldn't extricate himself.
And just when Feng Jueyu was practicing almost madly, people in Shangguan Mansion outside the small building began to notice the microsecond changes in Shangguan Mansion.
First of all, the future son-in-law, who used to go out to walk his birds and chat as soon as Taishan Mountain rose, actually never stepped out of the front door or the back door, and he was not even seen in the teahouses and brothels where he must go every day.
Another one is Shangguan Ruofan, the young master of the Shangguan family. No one knows what evil spirit has come over him, but ever since that day when he pierced Shangguan Ruowen's anus with a sword, he has been running to the small building in the east courtyard on time every morning.
That was the residence of the future son-in-law, who was hated by everyone in the Shangguan Mansion and even the old man often did not go there. What happened to this young master? Why did he go there every day?
In other words, when did two people develop such a deep friendship?
Many people couldn't figure out what the two people were doing in there. Only occasionally, they would hear bursts of excited laughter coming from the room, and then the whole yard would return to silence again, exuding a strange and mysterious atmosphere.
…
Shangguan Lingfeng's study.
Wang Tong stood in the middle of the study, head slightly lowered, and carefully described what the old man had asked him to investigate in the past half month: "...The young master is very regular every day, and this is all I have seen."
Old Master Shangguan held the purple-gold incense pot in his hand, his two tiger eyebrows tightly knitted together, and he looked intimidating without even getting angry, which led to the question: "What was he doing in Feng Jueyu's room?"
Wang Tong lowered his head even lower, hiding his shame: "Please forgive me, Master. I have not heard anything about the young master's cultivation. Every time I entered the yard and approached the small building, there was no sound inside. Or maybe what they said had nothing to do with cultivation."
Shangguan Lingfeng was so smart that he was shocked when he heard the name: "You mean, they found out you were following them and they didn't want you to hear it?"
"This..." Wang Tong hesitated, smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling helpless.
As a trusted guard beside the old man, Wang Tong possessed extraordinary skills. He was unwilling to believe that he, a master of the Xuanwu realm, was discovered in front of a man in the Xuwu realm and a coward who didn't even know martial arts. What a joke that would be.
After thinking for a while, Wang Tong said, "I boldly guess that there are two possibilities for this matter."
"Tell me about it." Shangguan Lingfeng said in a low and steady voice, his eyes fixed on Wang Tong.
Wang Tong said boldly: "First, the young master's moves were taught by the uncle. The uncle has been forbearing and deliberately hiding himself. In fact, he has unique skills and it is very likely that he has reached the level of his subordinates, or even higher."
At this point, Wang Tong laughed at himself and thought: Is this possible? Just relying on that useless person? Even if he is not useless, at his age, it is impossible for him to reach the Xuanwu realm, not even the Lingwu realm? How could he discover my existence?
So, Wang Tong continued, "But this point can basically be ruled out. After all, the son-in-law is not very old now."
Shangguan Lingfeng also felt that Wang Tong's analysis made sense. Although the Feng family was a well-known family on the mainland many years ago, it has fallen into decline after all. Feng Jueyu was taken in by him since he was a child. It can be said that the former grew up under his nose. How could he not know whether he knew martial arts?
"Well, this is impossible. I know best how much foundation he has." Shangguan Lingfeng concluded.
Wang Tong nodded and continued, "That's the second possibility. In my opinion, the son-in-law should have some kind of secret book, a secret book with extremely powerful power."
"Secret book?" Shangguan Lingfeng thought about it for a moment, then laughed disdainfully and waved his hand, saying, "That's even more impossible. Even if he gets the secret book by chance, it will probably be regarded as waste paper in his eyes. This little bastard doesn't care about any books except pornographic pictures. Alas..."
Shangguan Lingfeng sighed dejectedly, a tired expression of regret and guilt on his face.
"Then..." Wang Tong smiled bitterly, took a step back and bowed respectfully: "I can't guess."
Shangguan Lingfeng looked up at the flowers and trees on the rooftop, thinking for a long time before asking, "You said that every time Ruo Fan came out of his room, his swordsmanship would change greatly. Did you see every move carefully?"
When mentioning Shangguan Ruofan's rapid growth in the past half month, Wang Tong couldn't help but shudder. Every move was as if someone was carving it deeply into his heart with a carving knife.
Not to mention Shangguan Ruofan, even he, a great master of the Xuanwu realm, benefited greatly after reading it. Every time he thought about it, his cultivation level improved day by day.
How could I forget?
I will never forget it in my life.
"I saw it very clearly." Wang Tong clasped his fists, his face suddenly flushed with excitement, as if he had taken stimulants when he mentioned those sword moves.
Shangguan Lingfeng also noticed the change in Wang Tong's heart, and said with a stern look in his eyes: "Show me a few moves."
"Yes, Master."
Wang Tong stepped back a few steps, and in the study hall, he demonstrated to Shangguan Lingfeng using his index and middle fingers as swords.
"This is the last move of the West Wind Sword. There are twenty-eight subsequent changes. The first one..."
As he spoke, Wang Tong rolled up his sleeves, raised his fingertips, and surged with sharp energy. He unleashed one exquisite sword move after another, full of murderous aura...
"The sixth type..."
The sword finger changed, and Wang Tong changed from standing proudly to bending over, with the sword finger pointed straight to four feet above the ground. It was obvious that this move was a direct attack on the lower body in three directions, and the speed was amazing, like thunder and lightning...
"The ninth type..."
A killing move. With this move, Wang Tong's entire body was pressed against the ground. Suddenly, he bounced up, leaned forward, and pounced forward against the laws of physics, turning into a meteor. The tip of the sword pointed at the throat...
After only three moves, Wang Tong was out of breath. With Shangguan Lingfeng's keen eyesight, he could tell with horror that even though Wang Tong had been immersed in swordsmanship for many years, he was still unable to perform these moves. It was obvious that he had not accurately comprehended the true secrets of the sword and was still in the process of refining it.
Even so, Shangguan Lingfeng was still stunned and shocked.
Although these sword moves may seem simple, all of them are unprecedented killing moves. Each move and each style must be aimed at hitting the target with one strike. If practiced to perfection, one can surely take the enemy's head ten meters away with one move.
And that’s not even the shocker…
The most terrifying thing is that these sword moves are actually evolved from every move of the Shangguan family's West Wind Falling Moon Sword. There are nearly 28 variations, and the number of changes has completely subverted the so-called West Wind Falling Moon Sword Technique. It has its own style, murderous aura, and is unmatched...
The killing sword, the killing move, the killing mood...
Wherever the sword points, it is invincible...
This kind of swordsmanship has never been seen before, and it has never existed before. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is unprecedented...
“It’s terrible.”
Having lived for more than 70 years, Shangguan Lingfeng believed that he knew countless sword techniques in the world, but he was still amazed. He had never seen such exquisite, sharp and domineering sword techniques. Is this still the West Wind Falling Moon Sword of my Shangguan family?
No, absolutely not.
This is the sword of death, the move of killing, the peak skill...
Wang Tong retracted his sword and stood in the room like a javelin. Hearing the old master's trembling words, he smiled bitterly again: "I am incompetent. I was arrogant before, but what I have seen, heard, felt and experienced in the past half month has made me know what a frog in the well is. Although I remember these twenty-eight changes, I still cannot comprehend the mysterious artistic conception after tossing and turning every day and night. I really don't know who created this peerless sword technique. If I can be lucky enough to meet the senior master who created this sword technique, I will be willing to kneel down and kowtow a hundred times."
Shangguan Lingfeng was more experienced than Wang Tong after all. He quickly calmed down after being shocked, but he was even more shocked in his heart than Wang Tong.
"Who?" Shangguan Lingfeng's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he laughed coldly: "Killer!"
"Killer?" Wang Tong raised his head in surprise.
Shangguan Lingfeng said decisively: "He can only be a killer, and the only killer in the world, the ancestor of killers."
Wang Tong suddenly woke up: "Master, do you mean... there are outsiders in the house?"
After saying this, Wang Tong shuddered unnaturally.
Although the Shangguan family is not a martial arts family in the true sense, it is at least one of the leading wealthy families in Tiannan City. Martial arts are passed down from generation to generation. There are countless masters hiding in the dark to guard the family. Grandpa Shangguan is even a top master in the Tianwu realm.
The Shangguan family has such a deep foundation, but they didn't even notice someone coming in. This shows the strength of the person who sneaked in.
Although I don't know the other party's background, I must not provoke such a person. Instead, I should be respectful and courteous to him.
Without answering Wang Tong, Shangguan Lingfeng pondered for a while and then gave an order: "From today on, withdraw all the sentries protecting Feng Jueyu and move the protection range beyond 100 meters. Ensure Jueyu's safety when traveling. Increase the number of sentries from the original two to six. We must not let what happened last time happen again."
Following Shangguan Lingfeng's excited shout, Wang Tong did not dare to rush out carelessly, and hurriedly carried out Shangguan Lingfeng's orders.
"What the hell, what kind of expert did Feng Jueyu meet, hiding in my Shangguan family?" Shangguan Lingfeng's old eyes suddenly burst into bright light like stars, and he looked very excited. He said to the door: "Someone, call Feng Jueyu to me."
Not long after, a servant in green clothes and a small hat came back and reported: "Old Master, Uncle, Uncle is out."
"He went out?" Shangguan Lingfeng, who was planning to use some indirect method to get some secrets about the master from the killer Feng Da, heard this and felt dizzy for a moment: "Why did he go out? Didn't anyone tell him that Ruomeng would be back in the afternoon?"
"Damn it, find it for me, find it quickly, bring my son-in-law back to me."
Feng Jueyu became almost addicted to practicing the "Hong Yuan Tianjing". For the next half month, he was immersed in the pleasure of practicing the magical skill almost every day. For nearly 8 hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, he seized every opportunity to practice in the Hong Yuan space.
Feng Jueyu became almost addicted to practicing the "Hong Yuan Tianjing". For the next half month, he was immersed in the pleasure of practicing the magical skill almost every day. For nearly 8 hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, he seized every opportunity to practice in the Hong Yuan space.
Chapter 8
Feng Jueyu became almost addicted to practicing the "Hong Yuan Tianjing". For the next half month, he was immersed in the pleasure of practicing the magical skill almost every day. For nearly 8 hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, he seized every opportunity to practice in the Hong Yuan space.
What is particularly gratifying is that the first level of the Hong Yuan Tianjing technique can absorb the boundless Hong Yuan spiritual energy into the body, and then through the operation of the Life and Death Impermanence Divine Art, it can transform the two energies of life and death, and repeatedly wash Feng Jueyu's meridians in the body. In just half a month, Feng Jueyu jumped from an ordinary person with no true energy to a mid-level virtual martial arts master.
As a result, Feng Da Sha Shi enjoyed it even more and couldn't extricate himself.
And just when Feng Jueyu was practicing almost madly, people in Shangguan Mansion outside the small building began to notice the microsecond changes in Shangguan Mansion.
First of all, the future son-in-law, who used to go out to walk his birds and chat as soon as Taishan Mountain rose, actually never stepped out of the front door or the back door, and he was not even seen in the teahouses and brothels where he must go every day.
Another one is Shangguan Ruofan, the young master of the Shangguan family. No one knows what evil spirit has come over him, but ever since that day when he pierced Shangguan Ruowen's anus with a sword, he has been running to the small building in the east courtyard on time every morning.
That was the residence of the future son-in-law, who was hated by everyone in the Shangguan Mansion and even the old man often did not go there. What happened to this young master? Why did he go there every day?
In other words, when did two people develop such a deep friendship?
Many people couldn't figure out what the two people were doing in there. Only occasionally, they would hear bursts of excited laughter coming from the room, and then the whole yard would return to silence again, exuding a strange and mysterious atmosphere.
…
Shangguan Lingfeng's study.
Wang Tong stood in the middle of the study, head slightly lowered, and carefully described what the old man had asked him to investigate in the past half month: "...The young master is very regular every day, and this is all I have seen."
Old Master Shangguan held the purple-gold incense pot in his hand, his two tiger eyebrows tightly knitted together, and he looked intimidating without even getting angry, which led to the question: "What was he doing in Feng Jueyu's room?"
Wang Tong lowered his head even lower, hiding his shame: "Please forgive me, Master. I have not heard anything about the young master's cultivation. Every time I entered the yard and approached the small building, there was no sound inside. Or maybe what they said had nothing to do with cultivation."
Shangguan Lingfeng was so smart that he was shocked when he heard the name: "You mean, they found out you were following them and they didn't want you to hear it?"
"This..." Wang Tong hesitated, smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling helpless.
As a trusted guard beside the old man, Wang Tong possessed extraordinary skills. He was unwilling to believe that he, a master of the Xuanwu realm, was discovered in front of a man in the Xuwu realm and a coward who didn't even know martial arts. What a joke that would be.
After thinking for a while, Wang Tong said, "I boldly guess that there are two possibilities for this matter."
"Tell me about it." Shangguan Lingfeng said in a low and steady voice, his eyes fixed on Wang Tong.
Wang Tong said boldly: "First, the young master's moves were taught by the uncle. The uncle has been forbearing and deliberately hiding himself. In fact, he has unique skills and it is very likely that he has reached the level of his subordinates, or even higher."
At this point, Wang Tong laughed at himself and thought: Is this possible? Just relying on that useless person? Even if he is not useless, at his age, it is impossible for him to reach the Xuanwu realm, not even the Lingwu realm? How could he discover my existence?
So, Wang Tong continued, "But this point can basically be ruled out. After all, the son-in-law is not very old now."
Shangguan Lingfeng also felt that Wang Tong's analysis made sense. Although the Feng family was a well-known family on the mainland many years ago, it has fallen into decline after all. Feng Jueyu was taken in by him since he was a child. It can be said that the former grew up under his nose. How could he not know whether he knew martial arts?
"Well, this is impossible. I know best how much foundation he has." Shangguan Lingfeng concluded.
Wang Tong nodded and continued, "That's the second possibility. In my opinion, the son-in-law should have some kind of secret book, a secret book with extremely powerful power."
"Secret book?" Shangguan Lingfeng thought about it for a moment, then laughed disdainfully and waved his hand, saying, "That's even more impossible. Even if he gets the secret book by chance, it will probably be regarded as waste paper in his eyes. This little bastard doesn't care about any books except pornographic pictures. Alas..."
Shangguan Lingfeng sighed dejectedly, a tired expression of regret and guilt on his face.
"Then..." Wang Tong smiled bitterly, took a step back and bowed respectfully: "I can't guess."
Shangguan Lingfeng looked up at the flowers and trees on the rooftop, thinking for a long time before asking, "You said that every time Ruo Fan came out of his room, his swordsmanship would change greatly. Did you see every move carefully?"
When mentioning Shangguan Ruofan's rapid growth in the past half month, Wang Tong couldn't help but shudder. Every move was as if someone was carving it deeply into his heart with a carving knife.
Not to mention Shangguan Ruofan, even he, a great master of the Xuanwu realm, benefited greatly after reading it. Every time he thought about it, his cultivation level improved day by day.
How could I forget?
I will never forget it in my life.
"I saw it very clearly." Wang Tong clasped his fists, his face suddenly flushed with excitement, as if he had taken stimulants when he mentioned those sword moves.
Shangguan Lingfeng also noticed the change in Wang Tong's heart, and said with a stern look in his eyes: "Show me a few moves."
"Yes, Master."
Wang Tong stepped back a few steps, and in the study hall, he demonstrated to Shangguan Lingfeng using his index and middle fingers as swords.
"This is the last move of the West Wind Sword. There are twenty-eight subsequent changes. The first one..."
As he spoke, Wang Tong rolled up his sleeves, raised his fingertips, and surged with sharp energy. He unleashed one exquisite sword move after another, full of murderous aura...
"The sixth type..."
The sword finger changed, and Wang Tong changed from standing proudly to bending over, with the sword finger pointed straight to four feet above the ground. It was obvious that this move was a direct attack on the lower body in three directions, and the speed was amazing, like thunder and lightning...
"The ninth type..."
A killing move. With this move, Wang Tong's entire body was pressed against the ground. Suddenly, he bounced up, leaned forward, and pounced forward against the laws of physics, turning into a meteor. The tip of the sword pointed at the throat...
After only three moves, Wang Tong was out of breath. With Shangguan Lingfeng's keen eyesight, he could tell with horror that even though Wang Tong had been immersed in swordsmanship for many years, he was still unable to perform these moves. It was obvious that he had not accurately comprehended the true secrets of the sword and was still in the process of refining it.
Even so, Shangguan Lingfeng was still stunned and shocked.
Although these sword moves may seem simple, all of them are unprecedented killing moves. Each move and each style must be aimed at hitting the target with one strike. If practiced to perfection, one can surely take the enemy's head ten meters away with one move.
And that’s not even the shocker…
The most terrifying thing is that these sword moves are actually evolved from every move of the Shangguan family's West Wind Falling Moon Sword. There are nearly 28 variations, and the number of changes has completely subverted the so-called West Wind Falling Moon Sword Technique. It has its own style, murderous aura, and is unmatched...
The killing sword, the killing move, the killing mood...
Wherever the sword points, it is invincible...
This kind of swordsmanship has never been seen before, and it has never existed before. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is unprecedented...
“It’s terrible.”
Having lived for more than 70 years, Shangguan Lingfeng believed that he knew countless sword techniques in the world, but he was still amazed. He had never seen such exquisite, sharp and domineering sword techniques. Is this still the West Wind Falling Moon Sword of my Shangguan family?
No, absolutely not.
This is the sword of death, the move of killing, the peak skill...
Wang Tong retracted his sword and stood in the room like a javelin. Hearing the old master's trembling words, he smiled bitterly again: "I am incompetent. I was arrogant before, but what I have seen, heard, felt and experienced in the past half month has made me know what a frog in the well is. Although I remember these twenty-eight changes, I still cannot comprehend the mysterious artistic conception after tossing and turning every day and night. I really don't know who created this peerless sword technique. If I can be lucky enough to meet the senior master who created this sword technique, I will be willing to kneel down and kowtow a hundred times."
Shangguan Lingfeng was more experienced than Wang Tong after all. He quickly calmed down after being shocked, but he was even more shocked in his heart than Wang Tong.
"Who?" Shangguan Lingfeng's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he laughed coldly: "Killer!"
"Killer?" Wang Tong raised his head in surprise.
Shangguan Lingfeng said decisively: "He can only be a killer, and the only killer in the world, the ancestor of killers."
Wang Tong suddenly woke up: "Master, do you mean... there are outsiders in the house?"
After saying this, Wang Tong shuddered unnaturally.
Although the Shangguan family is not a martial arts family in the true sense, it is at least one of the leading wealthy families in Tiannan City. Martial arts are passed down from generation to generation. There are countless masters hiding in the dark to guard the family. Grandpa Shangguan is even a top master in the Tianwu realm.
The Shangguan family has such a deep foundation, but they didn't even notice someone coming in. This shows the strength of the person who sneaked in.
Although I don't know the other party's background, I must not provoke such a person. Instead, I should be respectful and courteous to him.
Without answering Wang Tong, Shangguan Lingfeng pondered for a while and then gave an order: "From today on, withdraw all the sentries protecting Feng Jueyu and move the protection range beyond 100 meters. Ensure Jueyu's safety when traveling. Increase the number of sentries from the original two to six. We must not let what happened last time happen again."
Following Shangguan Lingfeng's excited shout, Wang Tong did not dare to rush out carelessly, and hurriedly carried out Shangguan Lingfeng's orders.
"What the hell, what kind of expert did Feng Jueyu meet, hiding in my Shangguan family?" Shangguan Lingfeng's old eyes suddenly burst into bright light like stars, and he looked very excited. He said to the door: "Someone, call Feng Jueyu to me."
Not long after, a servant in green clothes and a small hat came back and reported: "Old Master, Uncle, Uncle is out."
"He went out?" Shangguan Lingfeng, who was planning to use some indirect method to get some secrets about the master from the killer Feng Da, heard this and felt dizzy for a moment: "Why did he go out? Didn't anyone tell him that Ruomeng would be back in the afternoon?"
"Damn it, find it for me, find it quickly, bring my son-in-law back to me."
Feng Jueyu became almost addicted to practicing the "Hong Yuan Tianjing". For the next half month, he was immersed in the pleasure of practicing the magical skill almost every day. For nearly 8 hours a day, except for eating and sleeping, he seized every opportunity to practice in the Hong Yuan space.
What is particularly gratifying is that the first level of the Hong Yuan Tianjing technique can absorb the boundless Hong Yuan spiritual energy into the body, and then through the operation of the Life and Death Impermanence Divine Art, it can transform the two energies of life and death, and repeatedly wash Feng Jueyu's meridians in the body. In just half a month, Feng Jueyu jumped from an ordinary person with no true energy to a mid-level virtual martial arts master.
As a result, Feng Da Sha Shi enjoyed it even more and couldn't extricate himself.
And just when Feng Jueyu was practicing almost madly, people in Shangguan Mansion outside the small building began to notice the microsecond changes in Shangguan Mansion.
First of all, the future son-in-law, who used to go out to walk his birds and chat as soon as Taishan Mountain rose, actually never stepped out of the front door or the back door, and he was not even seen in the teahouses and brothels where he must go every day.
Another one is Shangguan Ruofan, the young master of the Shangguan family. No one knows what evil spirit has come over him, but ever since that day when he pierced Shangguan Ruowen's anus with a sword, he has been running to the small building in the east courtyard on time every morning.
That was the residence of the future son-in-law, who was hated by everyone in the Shangguan Mansion and even the old man often did not go there. What happened to this young master? Why did he go there every day?
In other words, when did two people develop such a deep friendship?
Many people couldn't figure out what the two people were doing in there. Only occasionally, they would hear bursts of excited laughter coming from the room, and then the whole yard would return to silence again, exuding a strange and mysterious atmosphere.
…
Shangguan Lingfeng's study.
Wang Tong stood in the middle of the study, head slightly lowered, and carefully described what the old man had asked him to investigate in the past half month: "...The young master is very regular every day, and this is all I have seen."
Old Master Shangguan held the purple-gold incense pot in his hand, his two tiger eyebrows tightly knitted together, and he looked intimidating without even getting angry, which led to the question: "What was he doing in Feng Jueyu's room?"
Wang Tong lowered his head even lower, hiding his shame: "Please forgive me, Master. I have not heard anything about the young master's cultivation. Every time I entered the yard and approached the small building, there was no sound inside. Or maybe what they said had nothing to do with cultivation."
Shangguan Lingfeng was so smart that he was shocked when he heard the name: "You mean, they found out you were following them and they didn't want you to hear it?"
"This..." Wang Tong hesitated, smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling helpless.
As a trusted guard beside the old man, Wang Tong possessed extraordinary skills. He was unwilling to believe that he, a master of the Xuanwu realm, was discovered in front of a man in the Xuwu realm and a coward who didn't even know martial arts. What a joke that would be.
After thinking for a while, Wang Tong said, "I boldly guess that there are two possibilities for this matter."
"Tell me about it." Shangguan Lingfeng said in a low and steady voice, his eyes fixed on Wang Tong.
Wang Tong said boldly: "First, the young master's moves were taught by the uncle. The uncle has been forbearing and deliberately hiding himself. In fact, he has unique skills and it is very likely that he has reached the level of his subordinates, or even higher."
At this point, Wang Tong laughed at himself and thought: Is this possible? Just relying on that useless person? Even if he is not useless, at his age, it is impossible for him to reach the Xuanwu realm, not even the Lingwu realm? How could he discover my existence?
So, Wang Tong continued, "But this point can basically be ruled out. After all, the son-in-law is not very old now."
Shangguan Lingfeng also felt that Wang Tong's analysis made sense. Although the Feng family was a well-known family on the mainland many years ago, it has fallen into decline after all. Feng Jueyu was taken in by him since he was a child. It can be said that the former grew up under his nose. How could he not know whether he knew martial arts?
"Well, this is impossible. I know best how much foundation he has." Shangguan Lingfeng concluded.
Wang Tong nodded and continued, "That's the second possibility. In my opinion, the son-in-law should have some kind of secret book, a secret book with extremely powerful power."
"Secret book?" Shangguan Lingfeng thought about it for a moment, then laughed disdainfully and waved his hand, saying, "That's even more impossible. Even if he gets the secret book by chance, it will probably be regarded as waste paper in his eyes. This little bastard doesn't care about any books except pornographic pictures. Alas..."
Shangguan Lingfeng sighed dejectedly, a tired expression of regret and guilt on his face.
"Then..." Wang Tong smiled bitterly, took a step back and bowed respectfully: "I can't guess."
Shangguan Lingfeng looked up at the flowers and trees on the rooftop, thinking for a long time before asking, "You said that every time Ruo Fan came out of his room, his swordsmanship would change greatly. Did you see every move carefully?"
When mentioning Shangguan Ruofan's rapid growth in the past half month, Wang Tong couldn't help but shudder. Every move was as if someone was carving it deeply into his heart with a carving knife.
Not to mention Shangguan Ruofan, even he, a great master of the Xuanwu realm, benefited greatly after reading it. Every time he thought about it, his cultivation level improved day by day.
How could I forget?
I will never forget it in my life.
"I saw it very clearly." Wang Tong clasped his fists, his face suddenly flushed with excitement, as if he had taken stimulants when he mentioned those sword moves.
Shangguan Lingfeng also noticed the change in Wang Tong's heart, and said with a stern look in his eyes: "Show me a few moves."
"Yes, Master."
Wang Tong stepped back a few steps, and in the study hall, he demonstrated to Shangguan Lingfeng using his index and middle fingers as swords.
"This is the last move of the West Wind Sword. There are twenty-eight subsequent changes. The first one..."
As he spoke, Wang Tong rolled up his sleeves, raised his fingertips, and surged with sharp energy. He unleashed one exquisite sword move after another, full of murderous aura...
"The sixth type..."
The sword finger changed, and Wang Tong changed from standing proudly to bending over, with the sword finger pointed straight to four feet above the ground. It was obvious that this move was a direct attack on the lower body in three directions, and the speed was amazing, like thunder and lightning...
"The ninth type..."
A killing move. With this move, Wang Tong's entire body was pressed against the ground. Suddenly, he bounced up, leaned forward, and pounced forward against the laws of physics, turning into a meteor. The tip of the sword pointed at the throat...
After only three moves, Wang Tong was out of breath. With Shangguan Lingfeng's keen eyesight, he could tell with horror that even though Wang Tong had been immersed in swordsmanship for many years, he was still unable to perform these moves. It was obvious that he had not accurately comprehended the true secrets of the sword and was still in the process of refining it.
Even so, Shangguan Lingfeng was still stunned and shocked.
Although these sword moves may seem simple, all of them are unprecedented killing moves. Each move and each style must be aimed at hitting the target with one strike. If practiced to perfection, one can surely take the enemy's head ten meters away with one move.
And that’s not even the shocker…
The most terrifying thing is that these sword moves are actually evolved from every move of the Shangguan family's West Wind Falling Moon Sword. There are nearly 28 variations, and the number of changes has completely subverted the so-called West Wind Falling Moon Sword Technique. It has its own style, murderous aura, and is unmatched...
The killing sword, the killing move, the killing mood...
Wherever the sword points, it is invincible...
This kind of swordsmanship has never been seen before, and it has never existed before. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is unprecedented...
“It’s terrible.”
Having lived for more than 70 years, Shangguan Lingfeng believed that he knew countless sword techniques in the world, but he was still amazed. He had never seen such exquisite, sharp and domineering sword techniques. Is this still the West Wind Falling Moon Sword of my Shangguan family?
No, absolutely not.
This is the sword of death, the move of killing, the peak skill...
Wang Tong retracted his sword and stood in the room like a javelin. Hearing the old master's trembling words, he smiled bitterly again: "I am incompetent. I was arrogant before, but what I have seen, heard, felt and experienced in the past half month has made me know what a frog in the well is. Although I remember these twenty-eight changes, I still cannot comprehend the mysterious artistic conception after tossing and turning every day and night. I really don't know who created this peerless sword technique. If I can be lucky enough to meet the senior master who created this sword technique, I will be willing to kneel down and kowtow a hundred times."
Shangguan Lingfeng was more experienced than Wang Tong after all. He quickly calmed down after being shocked, but he was even more shocked in his heart than Wang Tong.
"Who?" Shangguan Lingfeng's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he laughed coldly: "Killer!"
"Killer?" Wang Tong raised his head in surprise.
Shangguan Lingfeng said decisively: "He can only be a killer, and the only killer in the world, the ancestor of killers."
Wang Tong suddenly woke up: "Master, do you mean... there are outsiders in the house?"
After saying this, Wang Tong shuddered unnaturally.
Although the Shangguan family is not a martial arts family in the true sense, it is at least one of the leading wealthy families in Tiannan City. Martial arts are passed down from generation to generation. There are countless masters hiding in the dark to guard the family. Grandpa Shangguan is even a top master in the Tianwu realm.
The Shangguan family has such a deep foundation, but they didn't even notice someone coming in. This shows the strength of the person who sneaked in.
Although I don't know the other party's background, I must not provoke such a person. Instead, I should be respectful and courteous to him.
Without answering Wang Tong, Shangguan Lingfeng pondered for a while and then gave an order: "From today on, withdraw all the sentries protecting Feng Jueyu and move the protection range beyond 100 meters. Ensure Jueyu's safety when traveling. Increase the number of sentries from the original two to six. We must not let what happened last time happen again."
Following Shangguan Lingfeng's excited shout, Wang Tong did not dare to rush out carelessly, and hurriedly carried out Shangguan Lingfeng's orders.
"What the hell, what kind of expert did Feng Jueyu meet, hiding in my Shangguan family?" Shangguan Lingfeng's old eyes suddenly burst into bright light like stars, and he looked very excited. He said to the door: "Someone, call Feng Jueyu to me."
Not long after, a servant in green clothes and a small hat came back and reported: "Old Master, Uncle, Uncle is out."
"He went out?" Shangguan Lingfeng, who was planning to use some indirect method to get some secrets about the master from the killer Feng Da, heard this and felt dizzy for a moment: "Why did he go out? Didn't anyone tell him that Ruomeng would be back in the afternoon?"
"Damn it, find it for me, find it quickly, bring my son-in-law back to me."