"I let it go. I used half my strength in the last strike and your master almost couldn't catch it. Luckily, my acting was convincing enough."
Ye Feng smiled and returned Mo Qingyi's big sword to him from the storage ring.
Mo Qingyi took the sword in a daze. His master lost despite his overwhelming strength!
This was like a heavy blow to his faith, making him dizzy.
"It's okay, your master is just too inexperienced. You can definitely do better than me in the same situation!"
Ye Feng patted his shoulder and comforted him.
Mo Qingyi smiled bitterly. Do better?
How is this possible? Since he was a child, he has been beaten by Feng Qingyang, who has the same cultivation level as him, and he has no power to fight back.
Isn't Ye Feng's saying this just another way of saying that he is not good enough?
For some reason, a man appeared in his mind, with his palms open and pushing outward, shouting:
"Just practice more if you're not good at it. The past was the past, and the present is now..."
Taoist Master couldn't help but feel sorry for Mo Qingyi. This child was so miserable. He was bearing pressure that was not suitable for his age.
Ye Feng did not chase Mo Qingyi to praise him, but instead discussed things related to sword spirit and exchanged and learned from each other.
Mo Qingyi would naturally accompany him to the end. The two of them had different understandings of the sword, and learning from each other was the best state.
…
"Friend Mo, you actually have two sword intentions?"
Ye Feng looked at Mo Qingyi in shock. He didn't expect that this fellow Daoist Mo, who usually kept a low profile, was actually hiding so deeply!
"What do you mean by two? One innate sword intent is just the beginning. I plan to carefully study this sword intent in the future and strive to achieve great perfection!"
Mo Qingyi smiled bitterly. He was born with a sword heart and a natural sword intent.
But over the years, even if he spent a lot of time, he was unable to make any breakthroughs in the Red Dust Sword Intent.
However, he comprehended the swordsmanship of a gentleman after birth. Even if he did not study it deliberately, he had mastered it by the age of 25.
After saying that, he looked at Ye Feng with envy. His four-step self-created sword skills had reached perfection, so terrifying!
"Fellow Daoist Ye is a child of destiny. Doesn't he also possess two sword intentions?"
"The sword intents contained in the Jinghong and Wushuang swords are completely different!"
This was the reason why he envied Ye Feng so much. In just a few days, he was able to comprehend two kinds of sword intent. It was simply abnormal to the extreme!
Ye Feng stood there in a daze. Hey, are Jinghong and Wushuang two sword intents?
He was clearly using the method of unification, thinking that unification was the meaning of his sword, to unify all things into one and turn them into one sword.
He had never studied kendo specifically, so he didn't know the ins and outs of it, but it didn't matter.
Anyway, he knew that he was very strong, invincible in the same realm!
"Fellow Daoist Ye, after this sword competition, I plan to go down the mountain to gain experience in the mortal world. I hope Fellow Daoist Ye can give me some advice."
Mo Qingyi clasped his fists with a serious expression.
He believed that the reason his mortal swordsmanship had not made any progress was that he had never experienced the mortal world.
The innate sword intent like the Red Dust Sword Intent must be an extremely powerful sword intent. When cultivated to perfection, its power will definitely be even greater than the Gentleman Sword Intent.
It might even be possible to compete with Ye Feng's swordsmanship!
Ye Feng smiled and patted Mo Qingyi's shoulder, saying seriously:
"This is a great feeling. Follow me from now on and I will let you experience the beauty of the world!"
The two of them talked and laughed, and Mo Qingyi even took out Feng Qingyang's aged wine, and the two of them drank happily.
"It's so rare to meet a true friend. What a pleasure, Fellow Daoist Ye!"
"Friend Mo, a bosom friend, a bosom friend!"
"Hahaha, I won't go home until I'm drunk!"
…
Feng Qingyang, who was preaching to the sword practitioners in the audience, felt something was wrong, but he didn't know where this feeling came from.
Facing the eager eyes of so many sword practitioners off the field, as the leader of the sword path, he naturally cannot let them down.
The sermon was loud, but it did not affect the two people in the backyard from drinking happily.
"Friend Mo, you are not going to be able to do it!"
"Who are you looking down on? A man can't say no. Keep drinking!"
Mo Qingyi straightened his neck, blushed, and drank the glass in one gulp.
"What a wonderful wine! I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Mo's master would have such a wonderful wine! Bring it out! We won't leave until we're drunk!"
Ye Feng raised his glass, looked at the empty wine jug, and urged Mo Qingyi to continue bringing out the wine.
Mo Qingyi, who was intoxicated, agreed without thinking, took out all of Feng Qingyang's fine wine, and continued to drink with Ye Feng.
…
"Phew, it's finally over!"
Looking at the back of the sword cultivator leaving the field, Feng Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief. He felt liberated!
Now he can finally fulfill the agreement with the boy named Ye. He really didn't expect that he, with the strength of a middle-stage Jindan, could not beat a late-stage Foundation Establishment.
It's the most ridiculous thing in the world!
If he was not afraid of his old age, he would never agree to Ye Feng's request to make false promises!
"Qingyi should have had a good chat with the boy surnamed Ye, chatting freely about their understanding of kendo."
"Although the kid surnamed Ye is a bit sinister, his understanding of swordsmanship is absolutely impeccable. I'm afraid he can be compared with me!"
Feng Qingyang boasted shamelessly that he was the leader in swordsmanship and had the most face!
But when he entered the backyard, the scene in front of him almost made him collapse.
Ye Feng and Mo Qingyi were holding wine jars in a very ungraceful manner, either lying on the table or on the ground and snoring.
"Wine, my wine!"
Feng Qingyang was shocked and hurried to his wine cellar to check.
No more, not a single can left...
The two men drank up all his wine, leaving him nothing!
This was undoubtedly a fatal blow to Feng Qingyang, who was addicted to alcohol.
"Ye brat, I'm going to strangle you to death!"
Feng Qingyang's hand was only a few centimeters away from Ye Feng's neck, but in the end he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He is a true peerless genius in the art of swordsmanship throughout history, a one-of-a-kind existence. Killing him would be an almost fatal blow to his art of swordsmanship.
Not to mention, he knew that it was Mo Qingyi who moved his wine out.
"Huh, never mind. Let the faction this Ye kid belongs to compensate me for the wine!"
Feng Qingyang withdrew his hand and said viciously.
For such a precious treasure, the power it belongs to will definitely not be stingy with such good wine.
He must get back this debt!
If he has no power, it would be even better. He could be taken into the Lushan Sword Sect and trained as the sect's treasure.
In the next few decades, the Lushan Sword Sect will dominate the sword art of the entire China, and the Taishan Sword Sect will not even be able to get a taste of it!
Just as Feng Qingyang was thinking happily, Ye Feng yawned and stood up.
Feng Qingyang, who was daydreaming, was shocked. Isn’t this guy drunk?
"You're not drunk, why are you getting up now?"
He knew how strong his alcohol was. After drinking so much, he would have no problem sleeping for several days and nights, if nothing else.
Ye Feng stretched lazily and looked at Feng Qingyang with disdain:
"You still owe me something. How could I possibly get drunk?"
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