Luo Feng answered Mr. Yang, swept through the sky with a sword, and a wind blew out of the wooden sword and headed straight to the wooden stake.

"Bang!"

The wooden stakes trembled violently and dust splashed.

This sword was a serious sword from Luo Feng after many years of hard work. His movements were extremely stiff. Even the heart of wielding the sword contained too many ideas, so he could not reach the state of unity of man and sword.

But... everyone at the scene became quiet.

The sword energy that burst out from the sword that I just swung was indeed very good.

Liu Baichen said lightly, "Old Yang, how about it?"

Mr. Yang was very calm and came to the wooden stake and glanced lightly.

Only the thumb-wide and three centimeter-deep grooves were seen on the wooden stake.

"Although this sword is not perfect, it can barely reach the fourth grade just by destructiveness, which is a pity," he turned around and looked at Luo Feng, admiring, "You swung your sword just now. If you could empty all your thoughts, maybe

It should be the standard fourth-grade swordsman.”

"But it doesn't matter. After all, you haven't swung your sword for many years. As long as you adjust your movements and mentality well, there should be no problem."

"That's great," Wei Meiniang breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes shone when she looked at Luo Feng.

Luo Feng was disappointed and smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect that I was so weak that I was just a little fourth-grade swordsman."

No one knew Luo Feng's perverted thoughts, and they all thought Luo Feng was so happy.

After all, Luo Feng is a fourth-grade swordsman at a young age, and his starting point is pretty good. Anyone will be excited and surprised.

"Well, yes, boy, don't embarrass Mei Niang. There is still one month left. You can adjust your condition carefully. You are a physical martial artist, and your physical fitness is stronger than most martial artists. Although you are a fourth-grade swordsman, your power is also

It's comparable to the fifth grade, I'm optimistic about you."

Liu Baichen said this, but everyone knew that he just didn't want to wipe Wei Meiniang's face.

Luo Feng hesitated a little.

After all, he had a knot in his heart, and he was definitely not as free and easy as he used to swing his sword.

The master did not allow him to use the sword again, saying that he was competitive and could not reach the supreme level of those swordsmans.

"Do you have any worries?" Liu Baichen saw that Luo Feng had something worries and asked more.

The most taboo thing for swordsmen to think about many things.

Luo Feng nodded and shook his head, "No, it's okay."

"Well, since that's the case, then that's it. You haven't had a meal yet. Go with me first. There will be a cocktail party in the White Emperor Guild in the evening. You can follow Mei Niang to meet our head of the White Emperor Guild."

Luo Fengyi and others left.

Mr. Yang sighed. He actually wanted to tell Luo Feng just now that since he had an obsession in his heart, it would be better not to waste time on the swordsmanship.

Unfortunately, Liu Baichen was present, so he couldn't say much.

After all, he knew that he also had an obsession in his heart. As his swordsmanship improved, the problems he encountered would be so difficult.

I think that although he, Yang, cannot open up the Qi Sea and cannot awaken the meridians, has some talent in swordsmanship.

Unfortunately, I did something wrong that I regretted for the rest of my life and I would never be able to resolve my obsession in this life.

Because of that obsession, cultivation can only stay at the seventh level, and can barely compete with the peak of Dragon Top.

"Hey, it's a pity that such a good seedling."

...

After dinner, Liu Baichen personally arranged residences for Luo Feng, Wei Meiniangyi and others.

At this time, the sun was about to set, and Luo Feng was lying on the bed but was full of thoughts.

My mind was full of scenes of childhood playmates who died of severely injured by sword energy because of their vanity.

He would never forget the look of his playmate's mother looking at him and the deafening scolding. The master broke the sword in front of him and left disappointedly.

"Can I... still swing my sword?" Luo Feng asked and answered, and smiled bitterly.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked.

The gray-haired old man in the tuxedo said, "Brother, can I come in?"

Luo Feng opened the door of the room and said, "Senior, please come in."

"Yeah, OK," the gray-haired old man in the tuxedo walked in, but did not sit down.

"What's up?"

"Yes," the old man in the tuxedo turned around and smiled, "Do you have any worries?"

Luo Feng was stunned and did not answer.

"Just just now, the boss saw that you had a knot in your heart, but didn't ask so many people. But since you have such a good talent in swordsmanship, don't be trapped by knots in your heart, and waste your talent."

Luo Feng smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect it was because of this.

"Since I have arrived at Wufangshan, there is only one purpose, that is, to try every means to become stronger. If you can untie the knot, you can try it, how?"

Luo Feng was silent and said for a long time, "Senior, I once took the life of a friend with a sword, and I can't use the sword."

The gray-haired old man in the tuxedo held his beard and pondered, "Can you tell me?"

Luo Feng spent more than ten minutes saying what had happened, but just concealed that he had reached the strength of a sixth-grade swordsman at the age of sixteen.

"So that's it, so the old madman doesn't let you use a sword, right?"

"Yes, Master doesn't allow me to use swords anymore, and I don't think I can reach the pinnacle of the realm, so..."

"Since you dare to come to Wufangshan, why don't you dare to give it a try?" said the gray-haired old man in the tuxedo and smiled.

"Am I okay?" Luo Feng was stunned.

"It's okay to give it a try. No matter whether you can reach the level of old madman recognition, at least you dare to try it. If you really can't, it's okay to quit halfway, right?"

Luo Feng looked at his hands and fell into silence again.

"Think about it carefully, I won't disturb you anymore," the gray-haired old man in the tuxedo turned and left.

Luo Feng hesitated for a long time, took out his cell phone, looked at his master's number and fell into deep thought.

In the end, he mustered up the courage to call the phone.

The phone was surprisingly connected by light speed, and the familiar and inexplicably secure old voice began to remember.

"Stupid brat?"

"Master, it's me," Luo Feng said guiltily.

"I know," said the old madman, "Didn't you tell you that going to Wufang Mountain to practice is taboo to affect your feelings, and you can't contact us casually."

"Master, I encountered some things, I want to confirm with you."

Silence was on the phone.

"Are Master here?" Luo Feng touched the back of his head nervously.

The old madman sighed, "Is it about swordsmanship?"

"Did you understand?" Luo Feng was stunned.

"I can guess," said the old madman helplessly, "in Wufangshan, you will meet more opponents. Sword technique was once the most proud understanding of your mind. I know that sooner or later you will swing your sword again."

"Master, I have an obsession in my heart. I can't achieve the unity of man and sword. Without your encouragement and support, I can't swing the sword, and I can't overcome the hurdle in my heart."

Every time Luo Feng takes the sword, his guilt will increase, and he is afraid of swinging the sword.

"You guys, go and pick up the sword again. You have experienced many people and things down the mountain these days. I believe you are much more mature. You must understand what the purpose of wielding the sword is."

"Master, you...you allow me to use the sword?" Luo Feng stood up from the bed excitedly.

"You can swing your sword at any time. If you can't get over the obstacles in your heart, you can't get over it. Remember what I said, you must understand what the belief in swinging the sword is. With faith, your sword will be unique. This is the simplicity of the way.

Do you understand the core of the Four Swords?”

"Master, I understand," Luo Feng clenched his fists.

"Is there anything else I want to ask?" said the old madman.

"Master," Luo Feng stopped talking, grabbed his ears and cheeks, and smiled, "I miss you."

The phone was silent, "Well, okay, I understand, practice well."

The conversation between the two is like a father and son. The old madman is an old father who can't speak sensational words, and Luo Feng is a son who cares about the past.

When the phone hung up, Luo Feng let out a deep breath. This time his eyes became extremely firm again, and he turned around and snatched the door and came back to the swordsmanship and martial arts hall again.

Old Yang was about to pack up his things to attend the White Emperor Guild's cocktail party. When he saw Luo Feng running back excitedly, he said in confusion.

"Child, you are..."

"Old sir, can you give me another chance? I want to retest it," Luo Feng grinned, revealing his white teeth. "I think I should be able to perform better. This time I know why I swung my sword.
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