"Listen to the dust downwind."

"Ye Bansheng's great presence brings glory to the Feng family."

As the crowd gathered their clothes, Feng Tingchen flew out of the sky to greet the semi-saint, neither humble nor arrogant, making people feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze.

There was no sharp aura of a swordsman in his whole body, and he looked like an ordinary old man.

Wearing a simple and simple blue and white sword robe, and matching the long white hair at the temples, it perfectly cultivates the tall man's erectness and a somewhat free and uninhibited temperament.

"Mr. Feng is so polite."

Ye Xiaotian turned his eyes calmly, and the first thing he saw was the sword on Feng Tingchen's chest and waist.

Twenty-one Famous Swords, He Jian Tingchen.

The sword is more than three feet long, and the hand guard is engraved with the image of a red-crowned white crane spreading its wings. The whole body is dark and yellow, and it is extraordinary and refined.

Just like Feng Tingchen, he is unknown and hidden from the world, but he still has a fighting spirit.

Raise your head slightly.

But I saw that this old man had extremely shallow eyebrows and wrinkles on his forehead.

His face is already in his twilight years, but his eyes are more energetic and piercing than those of his youth.

"The ancient sword cultivators are all the same. They are polite on the surface, but their hearts are as high as the sky..."

Ye Xiaotian cursed with his belly, his figure slightly lifted up, keeping him at the same level as Feng Tingchen, but not beyond.

In terms of cultivation, he is a semi-sage, while Feng Tingchen is just a swordsman.

However, the latter's combat power is unknown, and I want to see if he has returned to his original state and is no different from an ordinary half-saint.

In terms of qualifications, Feng Tingchen is extremely old, only one generation lower than Mei Siren and Yu Tu, and lower than the other sword immortals of his generation, such as Gou Wuyue, Rao Yaoyao... who else is there? Anyway?

They are all a generation older!

Ye Xiaotian had heard of this man's reputation when he was young. Now that he has come to see him as a saint, he doesn't dare to act recklessly. He is not such a person either.

"Time is very tight. I should have told you everything Mr. Siren should say." Ye Xiaotian said straight to the point, "Where is the war supervisor of the Feng family? Just follow me to the Central Territory!"

"Me." Feng Tingchen smiled and pointed at himself.

"You?" Ye Xiaotian was surprised. Isn't this guy out of touch with the world? Can Xu Xiaoshou still blow him into the game in a battle with Beibei?

"There is also Mr. Yang." Feng Tingchen said, pointing back.

On the Feng Family Tingfeng Pavilion, another figure of an ancient sword cultivator jumped out.

This man has a thin figure and a towering forehead. With a sword on his back, he has the power to lift mountains.

Completely opposite to Feng Tingchen, his temperament is not restrained, but completely released, like an unsheathed sword.

"Old Yang, Yang Chexi." Feng Tingchen introduced.

"I've met Ye Bansheng." Yang Xizhi has a goat's beard, his eyes are so sharp that they can pierce people, and his words are warm and sharp, and he looks like a man who doesn't want to be inferior to others.

Yang Xizhi, Guyu, Yutu and Meisi are all old people of that generation, a generation older than Feng Tingchen.

But it was only this year that he was selected as one of the Seven Swordsmen. The two elders in "Two Elders and One Smiling Liu Fuyu" refer to Elder Gu and Elder Yang.

"The Second Sword Immortal?"

Ye Xiaotian looked over with a half-smile.

For someone like Feng Tingchen, he would talk politely.

Ye Xiaotian likes to stimulate this kind of sharp-edged ancient sword cultivator.

Just like Xiao Qixiu who stimulated his youth, one sentence can bring out many reactions from these temperamental swordsmen.

"yes."

Yang Xizhi, however, nodded heavily, without feeling unhappy or retorting. He admitted his ranking frankly, and seemed not to hear the slightest bit of sarcasm in Ye Xiaotian's words.

Seeing that he took the lead, Ye Xiaotian was not embarrassed.

Gu Jianxiu was very depressed. Who knows what they were really thinking about at this moment.

Feng Tingchen laughed and interrupted casually:

"Ye Bansheng is really humorous."

"However, the new list of Seven Sword Immortals has been initially determined. The ranking is only temporary. The real results will be revealed when the list is closed. The strength of Mr. Yang is more than this."

Ye Xiaotian turned around when he heard the sound, thinking that this guy dared to be taller than him when he first came out, and said:

"I have a question. I am curious..."

"This list of Seven Sword Immortals was reviewed by your Feng family in the Southern Region. Mr. Yang has a good relationship with Mr. Feng and also lives in Fengjia City. I heard that you two have a very good friendship, so I went to sleep after eating."

“Then why is it that the ‘two old men’ in ‘Two Old Men and One Smile’ are not the old sheep in front, but the old grain in front?”

Yang Xizhi was indifferent, and even moved his eyes to Feng Tingchen, as if he wanted to hear his answer in front of outsiders.

Feng Tingchen was still chatting and laughing, and never stood aside or ignored Ye Bansheng. He smiled and answered and asked:

"If Ye Bansheng wants to ask this..."

"Should I answer seriously and rank according to the evaluation of 'Sword Tower', or should I joke about it and say it is to avoid suspicion?"

Ye Xiaotian raised his eyebrows and heard the hidden edge in his words.

Feng Tingchen was able to manage the Feng family in such a chaotic place as the Southern Territory, and he was indeed not an ordinary person.

These words not only directly responded to the suspicion of the "Seven Swordsmen" by those who didn't know much about it, but also insinuated Ye Xiaotian's excessive jokes.

However, when he said it, he was so gentle that it was not difficult for people to accept it. At the same time, he kicked the ball back and let the questioner make his or her own choice of answer, and then make a decision based on the attitude of the response.

Not targeted or hostile.

But if you are here to cause trouble, the Feng family is not a good person. They dare to pick up your jokes and are capable of refuting your tit-for-tat!

"Ha ha……"

Ye Xiaotian laughed and led him away.

Of course he is not looking for trouble, he is just here to pick up people.

This question was purely out of curiosity, and at most it contained a bit of personal displeasure - of course it was limited to the height level and not directed at the Feng family.

Seeing that Feng Tingchen's attitude hardened, he walked down the stairs and skipped the topic:

"It's just a joke."

"Then I will take you and Yang Lao to the Central Territory right now? Are there others who want to accompany you?"

Feng Tingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to make an enemy of a mysterious and semi-sage. He didn't know how he got into trouble, and he came so violently.

It would be best if everyone could take a step back.

"When I get old, I can only supervise the war."

"The Feng family has also recruited a young junior to accompany him to Yujing City to take charge of official affairs and handle some trivial matters."

"Ye Bansheng, just take me and the other three. Thank you for your hard work."

After Feng Tingchen said this, he moved his hand downwards, but failed to attract anyone. His expression changed.

Ye Xiaotian was not in a hurry and cast a curious look.

Feng Tingchen looked back and smiled, turned around and shouted: "Drunk in the wind!"

"Ah, here it comes, here it comes..."

Only then did a young figure in white emerge from the Feng family's mansion.

He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. He was very handsome, his face was a little red, and his hair was disheveled and wet.

The white shirt on her body was tied with a simple black belt, leaving most of her chest open, and the knot was tied crookedly. It was obvious that she came up in a hurry.

"I'm sorry, Ye Laoyang, Lao Fenglao...oh no, my old master."

The young man looked very frightened and apologized repeatedly: "I paid too much attention to Ye Bansheng's arrival, so I went to take a bath and change clothes, and was delayed for a while. I punished myself three times..."

Snapped!

As he spoke, he slapped himself, covered his face, and changed his words: "Slap yourself as a punishment, hehe, hehe."

This slap is really hard!

The young man's mouth was a little crooked, and there were four red marks on his cheeks.

Feng Tingchen could smell the smell of alcohol from a distance, and his face turned livid.

The semi-saint came in person and said not to neglect, not to neglect, but this guy actually went to drink!

How can you shower and change clothes out of respect? It's just a fact to try to wash away the smell of alcohol on your body, right?

After giving Ye Bansheng an apologetic look, Feng Tingchen lowered his gaze and moved it to the wine bag on the young man's waist. Anger arose in his heart and he was about to take action.

"Buzz!"
To be continued...