Yes, Li Chengfeng installed the homemade air conditioner again.

I blew the air conditioner, ate ice cream, and ate iced watermelon every day.

It's so much fun.

However, today, a strange face came to Li Chengfeng's palace in the royal palace.

That was an old man.

The old man came to the door with a long sword on his back, looked around, and shouted casually: "May I ask, is this the Eighth Prince's Town Palace?"

"Yes, please come in!"

Li Chengfeng shouted inside the door.

The old man was not polite and immediately pushed the door open.

The moment I opened the door, a cold breath came to my face.

The old man was shocked instantly.

"Okay, a very cold place, Eighth Prince, you can't live in this place! You have to move out quickly!"

The old man frowned, and a sharp light flashed through his two sophisticated eyes.

And Li Chengfeng had known who he was long ago.

Because Li Junxian said it.

In early August, the palace's number one swordsman, Mr. Yun Feiyang, would come to find Li Chengfeng and go to Longhu Mountain to participate in the sword fighting competition.

And Li Chengfeng also met this old man once.

It was the last time when Cui clan of Qinghe plotted to rebel.

The old man blocked tens of thousands of soldiers and horses at the north gate with his sword.

At that time, Li Chengfeng was still curious that there were no guards to defend the North Gate.

It turns out that this old man guarded him alone?

"You are here, Mr. Yun? Come, sit down and rest for a while. When Li Junxian comes on a carriage, we will set off to Longhu Mountain together!"

Li Chengfeng said hospitably.

Yun Feiyang frowned.

To be honest, he has never been to such a cold place.

The summer is scorching, and the sun is scorching outside, burning the earth so hot.

But inside the house, the door is closed and the windows are also closed.

But it's so cool?

No, it can be said to be cold and cold.

"Well, old Yun Feiyang, I have met the Eighth Prince and Princess Changle!"

Etiquette must not be forgotten.

Yun Feiyang greeted and saluted the two.

Princess Changle was surprised and said, "Oh, Teacher Yun, why are you here? Teacher Yun!"

"Haha, I'll discuss some things with the Eighth Prince!"

Yun Feiyang smiled, his smile was very kind.

He was dressed simply, had gray hair, and had deep wrinkles, but his eyes were filled with powerful spirit.

His steps were light and silent.

This old man is indeed a super powerful master.

"Eighth Prince, by the way, are you going to participate in the sword fighting competition in Longhu Mountain? That boy Li Junxian told me that he said that even the Sword Emperor himself had to consider it!"

Yun Feiyang touched his beard and looked at Li Chengfeng with a smile.

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Haha, it's just a false reputation, Li Junxian is bragging me! I'm just a person who likes to play, because the palace is so boring!"

"Haha, Eighth Prince, you are modest. Mr. Bizhu is my friend. If you can defeat Mr. Bizhu, you may also defeat me! It is rumored that the Eighth Prince is the reincarnation of a god in heaven. I didn't believe it, but later,

I heard that the Eighth Prince, you split the Tianyue Mountains with one piece. Is this true or false?"

Yun Feiyang asked tentatively.

Li Chengfeng immediately burst into laughter.

Some people really think that Tianyue Mountain was split by himself with his own sword?

Who? It’s such a big idea, it’s a pity not to write novels!

"Ah? No? Then I'll feel relieved! Otherwise, I would really think that there are reincarnations of gods in this world. It's said that you are the reincarnation of Emperor Donghua, hahaha..."

Yun Feiyang smiled kindly.

"The Eighth Prince, I don't know, can you learn a little bit?"

Yun Feiyang's eyes instantly shone, and his eyes emitted sharp light, like two long swords of cold light, stabbing Li Chengfeng.

Li Chengfeng glanced at him indifferently.

The golden eyes flashed, and Yun Feiyang was shocked and took three steps backwards.

"Ding, the surprise from Yun Feiyang, the naughty value is 1800!"

"Okay, what a strong sword energy!"

"Eighth Prince, did you still say you are not a god?"

Yun Feiyang was really shocked.

There is no mistake in my own feelings just now.

The light that flashed through Li Chengfeng's eyes was indeed golden eyes. Although it only flashed, Yun Feiyang also captured it.

The golden sword energy flashed, and the sword energy he released suddenly cut off.

Although I only used three success powers, this can also reflect Li Chengfeng's power.

What if you try your best?

No, I can’t do it. I want to leave my all my strength to that man, not to the Eighth Prince.

"Haha, the Eighth Prince, I'm disrespectful, I'm disrespectful!"

Yun Feiyang touched the back of his head and laughed.

Li Chengfeng also said: "I said I am not a god!"

"Okay, okay, we understand, we all understand, it's not right!"

Yun Feiyang believes that Li Chengfeng is just covering up the fact that he is a god.

After all, a seven and a half-year-old child can take three steps back at a glance?

Is this human power?

It took me eighty years to practice sword skills.

Now that he has reached the peak of the Great Perfection, can he be rejected by the Eighth Prince at a glance?

You said he was not a reincarnation of a god?

I don’t believe it if it wasn’t for Yun Feiyang.

At least Yun Feiyang said no, but he had acquiesced in his heart.

That's good. At least the Eighth Prince is from the Tang Dynasty and from the palace. This time he went to Longhu Mountain and was just enough to rub the sharpness of those swordsmen in the martial arts world.

Now, Yun Feiyang no longer wants to compete for the world's number one swordsman.

He just wanted to decide a victory or defeat with his nemesis, Sword Emperor Ye Sanyao.

After all, Yun Feiyang is in the world, and there is another name: the name is, Sword Saint Yun Feiyang!

This time, Sword Saint vs Sword Emperor.

As soon as the news came out, it instantly attracted countless people from the world to visit Longhu Mountain.

There are pure spectators, as well as experts from the martial arts world who signed up for the sword fighting competition.

Some people say that this year's Longhu Mountain Sword Fight is not about watching the swordsman competition, but about the battle between the Sword Saint and the Sword Emperor.

The two old men have been entangled with grudges for decades, and it is indeed time to do it now.

Because they know each other, they can't live for a few years.

If you can't let it go, you will probably only be able to see you in the next life!

Nympho

"Eighth Prince, is your room a bit weird? I'm not a Taoist priest and don't know how to do it, but I can feel that the place is extremely cold. It's summer outside, but the house is like winter inside, full of cool air. I've lived there for a long time.

, bad for the health!”

Yun Feiyang asked with concern.

After all, I am also a man from the palace.

Li Chengfeng is his little boss.

Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "It's not the problem, it's not the problem. This is a high-tech refrigeration machine that can make the room cooler. If we turn it off, it won't be cold anymore! But it's summer now, the weather is hot, so it's comfortable for us to blow the cool air!"
Chapter completed!