Even though the entrance to the west city is very close to the wine shop, surprisingly no one pays attention to the movements happening there.

The guests in the wine shop had all stood up and gathered in groups, surrounding Xiao Wanfeng and the three members of the Cheng family.

It's like a circle is circled.

"superior!"

After careful consideration, Cheng Xie issued the order.

No one wants to be the one who stands out and is afraid of Xuan Cang's sharpness, but he, Cheng Xie, is not afraid.

This divine sword fell on Xiao Wanfeng, and no one dared to take it.

When it falls into the hands of Cheng Xie later, will these cowards dare to take it?

If they dare to do this, will they still dare when Cheng Xie calls out the Half-Saint again?

Just as the Eighth Sword Immortal said: "Anyone who fears me will stay away, and anyone who wants to fight me will accompany me."

Only with absolute self-confidence can one move forward on the road of ancient swordsmanship - Cheng Jie, as a cultivator of ancient swordsmanship, understands this truth better than anyone else.

He was determined to be the first person today.

Not only did he have to take it, he also wanted to beat him to the point where everyone in the audience would retreat and not dare to challenge his Cheng family's edge.

"Do it!"

The two Taixu, who had received the Young Master's order, had no intention of retreating.

The dividing line on the ground cut by Xiao Wanfeng was just a joke in the eyes of the two of them at this moment.

If he was really powerful, the sword just struck him not on the ground, but on one of the two of them.

Those who pretend to be gods and ghosts must be strong on the outside and strong on the inside.

The Cheng family doesn't do much bullying, but it does a lot.

This time, for the sake of Divine Sword Xuan Cang, what's the harm in losing face in front of everyone in Fusang?

"Daluo Yunzhi!"

The two Taixu jumped across the dividing line and flew into the air. The power of Taixu roared and formed a gray-white giant statue behind them.

The giant statue shot from the hole in the sky with one finger, and the wind and clouds rolled around, shaking the sky and the earth. The aftermath of its force has spread all over the wine shop, and the earth suddenly collapsed.

"Xiao Sheng Zhi Ye!"

The other Taixu was suspended in the air, with white leaves flying around his waist. He pinched one with his fingers and swung it coldly.

The roaring leaves came through the air, and the area thousands of miles away was instantly silent, and everyone lost their hearing.

In the field of vision, the white blades like flying blades circled and magnified, seeming to cut through the souls and wills of everyone in the audience.

"The Cheng family invited Taixu, he is very targeted."

On the outside, Alchemy Saint Lu Shi and Ling Ling Feng Sheng did not know much about ancient sword cultivators, but they knew a lot about Ling Ling Taixu.

One move of Da Luo Yun refers to killing the physical body, and one move of Xiao Sheng Zhi Ye mainly targets the spiritual mind, let alone Xiao Wanfeng, a mere young man.

Even if it were Taixu, if he didn't study the three paths of body, spirit, and mind at the same time, he would have been taken advantage of somewhere.

——But how many people are there in this world who have access to all three realms of body, soul, and mind?

Of course Xiao Wanfeng couldn't cope with it!

At that time, somewhere in the three paths of body, spirit and mind, a flaw will be exposed, and what will be ushered in will be a storm attack from the two Taixu.

First tear open the wound, then sprinkle salt on the wound, continue to sprinkle salt, sprinkle salt wildly - just grab a flaw, and you can kill the person to death!

"It's just that it's shameful to rely on the old and bully the young, huh!"

The Soldier Saint Tie Dameng was a rough man and could not bear to see two old men targeting a young man.

What's more, I can't stand the fact that the Cheng family, a prestigious family of ancient sword cultivators, only wants to seize the sword, but they don't use the ancient rituals of ancient sword cultivators to fight for the Dao in a fair fight.

On the contrary, they resorted to shameless tactics of siege!

Lu Shiyu shook his head slightly, his eyes locked on the three-foot long sword in the young man's hand:

"Everyone is afraid of capsizing in the gutter. That's the divine sword Xuan Cang. Once the thousand-year-old golden dragon of luck comes out, not to mention Taixu, even a half-saint will have to avoid the edge temporarily."

"But that's Rao Yaoyao's Luck Golden Dragon!" Tie Dameng disagreed, "Even if Xiao Wanfeng can use it, how much strength will he have left? There's no way he can win!"

Lu Shiyu glanced at him, wondering for a moment what Tie Dameng meant, and said amusedly: "It is precisely because of fear that the Cheng family Taixu took full action, right?"

Tie Dameng cannot speak and cannot express his feelings.

He was just a theatergoer. He immediately rolled his eyes and didn't bother to say more: "I can't see it anyway. I will take action at the critical moment!"

Lu Shiyu ignored him and pointed at the battlefield below, looking forward to it:

"It's moving."

…

Xiao Wanfeng moved.

When the two great voids broke through the sky, he had not moved yet.

When the two Taixu crossed the dividing line, his hands tightened, Xuan Cang's sword turned over, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows became cold, and fighting spirit broke out.

"Xuan Cang, open!"

The sword roared, and Xuan Cang spit out three feet of glowing light.

Xiao Wanfeng has changed into a different person, from the state of concealing the sword, which is as gentle as jade and has no edges, to becoming sharp and sharp, like a sword unsheathed.

He took one step forward.

"boom!"

The wind and snow are stirring, and the sword is high-spirited.

Cheng Xie glanced at it and almost couldn't help laughing, "The acquired sword intention?"

The acquired sword intention, the sword sounds for a mile.

This is what laymen use to judge the level of ancient sword cultivation.

Of course Cheng Xie has no need for it. He who is on the throne of swordsmanship has already developed a pair of discerning eyes.

Everyone in the wine shop also made noises, thinking it was a big deal, but it turned out that he had held in a big fart.

But soon, the smiles on everyone's faces solidified.

Xiao Wanfeng's sword intent was rising all over his body, but it was just the beginning. Soon the sound of the sword could be heard for ten miles, and Fu Sang moved slightly.

"Ten Miles Sword Cry, Innate Sword Intent!"

This is a bit surprising. A mortal boy in his teens has developed innate sword intent?

But in front of Taixu, the innate sword intention is useless!

"etc!"

Haven’t stopped yet!

In an instant, around Fusang Winery, everyone's spiritual swords trembled, their famous swords were frightened, and everyone flew into the air, already intending to return to the court.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, the master's sword intention?"

Xiao Wanfeng said "open" and revealed the master's sword intention from a mortal body?

The four sons of the Sword Burial Tomb came from a distance.

Everyone paid attention to the only girl among the four, Gu Qingsi, who was about the same age as Xiao Wanfeng.

Gu Qingsi and Shou Ye were both born in Tiansang Ling Palace, and they were equally astonishing and talented.

Half a year ago, she was also the Grandmaster of Sword Intent, but she had inherited her masters from the Su family, a family of ancient sword cultivators, to the Spirit Sword Cultivator Qixiu, and to the Sword Tomb Wen Ting.

She was enlightened in the way of swordsmanship and had someone to guide her from beginning to end.

Xiao Wanfeng is a wild man. At such an age, can he cultivate the same level of swordsmanship as a master?

Gu Qing could clearly sense that Xiao Wanfeng was more than that. He turned to look at Su Qianqian and chuckled: "I'm afraid I'm not weaker than you anymore."

Su Qianqian nodded, knowing that the senior brother took into account her feelings and said without hesitation: "It's more than that."

Gu Qing'er looked solemn, but he didn't think much about it.

"Too much more."

"Too much more."

Lu Shiyu had a look of surprise on his face when he saw that his sword intent was still rising.

He has never eaten pork, but has always seen pigs running away. He glanced at Tie Dameng and said, "Maybe you don't need to take action."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wanfeng's black hair was flying, and his sword intent soared into the sky, no longer restrained.

"Click!"

The ground all over his body cracked, shattered by the force of the sword.
To be continued...