What am I doing when I was six years old?

A scene passed by Cheng Yefei's mind, when he was flying a kite, he was very happy.

Lu Li inexplicably recalled the scene when he was six years old, and he was peeking at his aunt taking a bath.

Although both of them were frightened by Zhou Xuanji, their pace was not slow at all.

It is very close to the top of the mountain.

The two are less than three positions apart, and Cheng Yefei is still in front.

Only Cheng Ye Fei and Lu Li were in front of Zhou Xuanji.

The monks who were surpassed by Zhou Xuanji all looked shocked.

How is it possible...

They were so scared that they couldn't even speak, they gritted their teeth and rushed up desperately.

Zhou Xuanji had already seen the scene on the top of the mountain, and countless lightnings twisted wildly, looking extremely scary.

His heart trembled suddenly. Will it be chopped to ashes?

However, Cheng Yefei and Lu Li had no intention of slowing down at all, so why are they not afraid?

"Those lightnings are not dangerous, and even if they are encountered by ordinary people, they will not die."

The voice of the sword spirit sounded in Zhou Xuanji's mind, which made Zhou Xuanji breathe a sigh of relief.

He accelerated immediately!

The Hanlang Sword absorbed the cold air in the wind and snow, and its speed suddenly increased, and it flew directly over Lu Li's head.

Lu Li's pupils suddenly shrank and his expression was stiff.

Then came Cheng Ye Fei.

He was about the same speed as Lu Li, but he had the advantage, so he naturally could not compare with Zhou Xuanji.

"This monster..."

Cheng Yefei gritted his teeth and blood was leaking from his eyes.

When the Hanlang Sword flew over the top of the mountain, Zhou Xuanji jumped and fell to the ground with a sloppy look.

He turned his head and saw Bingleizi at first glance.

The top of the mountain is a flat ground, with rocks piled up on the edges, probably as big as a basketball court. The ice thunder is in the center, like three blue crystals, all of which are as big as adult fists, floating in the air, flashing dazzling blue light, and countless lightnings intertwined on the surface of the blue light.

Without saying a word, Zhou Xuanji stepped on the eight sword steps and came to Bingleizi. With a wave of his right hand, he put three pieces of Bingleizi into the Supreme Library.

Ta! Ta! Ta!

Cheng Yefei and Lu Li reached the top one after another, and Lu Li ran to the other side, showing a front and back momentum with Cheng Yefei to double-team Zhou Xuanji.

The ice thunder disappeared, the blue light and lightning retreated, leaving only the wind and snow dancing freely.

"Super the ice thunder, otherwise you will be buried in the snow and ice!"

Cheng Yefei said in a deep voice, his eyes full of anger.

Zhou Xuanji pretended to be ignorant before, which was really hateful.

Lu Li held a long sword in his hand and squinted his eyes and threatened: "Who is your lord? He took the body into the body of a six-year-old child. It's so cruel. Today I will do my best for heaven!"

Zhou Xuanji raised his right hand, and the Hanlang sword fell from the sky and fell into his hands.

He smiled and said, "I'm not taking over the body, but I'm too talented. What do you mortals know?"

Lu Li's face twitched. He was a genius from Fengxuan Sect and was called a mortal. It was the first time he encountered it.

Cheng Yefei drew his sword, and the sword light shone on his face, making his face even colder, and he said, "Since you don't want to mess with me, then use the sword to ask about the heights."

Just what I want!

Zhou Xuanji was secretly excited. He had reached the tenth level of Qi nourishing realm, stepped into the foundation building realm with half his foot, and was proficient in two sword intents. He happened to test his strength with the two foundation building cultivators in front of him.

He took the lead and stepped out, eight sword steps, one step and three feet away, shaking the sword with his right hand, and the cold air was like a knife, scrambling Cheng Ye Fei's face.

Cheng Yefei subconsciously raised his sword to resist, and only felt a white crane rushing towards him.

With his reaction speed, he blocked the sword.

Zhou Xuanji shook his body, came behind Cheng Yefei, and slashed away with a sword.

He was short and reached Cheng Yefei's waist, which made Cheng Yefei very uncomfortable and had to bend down to take the move.

Lu Li brought his sword and came to fight.

clang! clang! clang...

The three of them had intertwined figures, and the sound of sword blades fighting each other was crisp, which could not be covered by wind and snow.

Relying on his small body, Zhou Xuanji was extremely flexible and walked back and forth between the two, like a white crane, very light.

Cheng Yefei and Lu Li complained secretly.

For some reason, the hilt of their swords was very cold, and the biting chill made them have to use their spiritual power to resist. Even so, their sword swing speed was greatly reduced.

This is the power of the Hanlang Sword!

Zhou Xuanji was very happy, and the feeling of trying his best was really refreshing.

He relied on the White Crane Sword Technique and Han Lang Sword to beat the two foundation-building cultivators.

"Wait...Is this..."

Cheng Yefei suddenly thought of something, and his heart was filled with storm.

Not only him, but Lu Li also understood it.

The two of them looked at each other while attacking Zhou Xuanji.

At a glance, they understood each other.

shock!

Incredible!

fear!

This six-year-old child is actually proficient in sword intent!

The two jumped back almost at the same time, setting a distance from Zhou Xuanji.

Zhou Xuanji cut the air with a sword, and he was immediately unhappy and his little mouth was pouting.

"What kind of sword technique is that?"

Cheng Yefei gritted his teeth and asked, looking unwilling.

He dreamed of practicing sword intent.

Zhou Xuanji pointed his sword at him and laughed and said, "Baihe Sword Technique."

These two guys are killing moves everywhere, and are definitely not good people.

"What sword?"

"Hanlang Sword."

"Who are you?"

"none of your business."

“…”

Cheng Yefei took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Lu Li couldn't hold it in anymore, so he stared at Zhou Xuanji and said, "I'm here to Fengxuan Sect Lu Li. I hope my friend will give you a face, just a piece of ice thunder. I owe you a favor in the future."

Zhou Xuanji glanced at him and asked casually: "Which onion are you?"

"You are confident, where is your disciple?"

"Ancestral Sect."

"you……"

"Shut up!"

Lu Li almost vomited blood. Why is this child not afraid of offending Fengxuanmen without a slight emotional intelligence?

At this moment, Zhou Xuanji jumped up and threw out the Hanlang Sword at the same time.

The Hanlang Sword swirled in the air, landed at his feet, and flew to the sky with him. The whole process was fast and free.

Lu Li slashed away with a sword, but unfortunately the sword energy could not catch up with Hanlang Sword.

Cheng Yefei chased to the edge of the cliff, looked at Zhou Xuanji's back, and roared angrily: "Who are you?"

"I am your father."

Zhou Xuanji's voice came from the horizon, gradually drifting away.
To be continued...