Li Mansion.

forecourt.

Li Ziye looked at the sixty-three losers who had dispersed, and said with obvious distress on his face, "Old Bai, are your junior brothers reliable? I spent all my money on them."

"More reliable than these people."

Bai Wangyu smiled and said, "Just wait patiently for a few days. Chang Yu and the others also need to practice first. The difficulty of this seventh posture is indeed very high."

The complexity is simplified, and the variation of one move is divided into sixty-three people. The difficulty is still a headache, which shows how difficult the seventh move of the Flying Immortal Technique is to practice.

If it weren't for the sword fanatic's method, it would be almost impossible to master this seventh form.

"By the way, Brother Li, before I have time to ask you, how is Senior Jianchi doing now?" Bai Wangyu asked with concern.

"Still in the Western Region."

Li Ziye answered truthfully, "Old Zhang's injury should be serious, otherwise, he wouldn't be back now."

"In the Western Region, with that scholar here, Senior Sword Chi really needs to be careful."

Bai Wangyu's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "However, there is no need to worry. Since Senior Jian Chi has sent a letter to report that he is safe, Brother Li can just wait patiently. Maybe one day in the future, Senior Jian Chi will suddenly appear.

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"It's good that he's not dead."

Li Ziye grinned and said, "As for when to come back, it's up to him."

At this point, Li Ziye suddenly lowered his voice and whispered, "Old Bai, let me tell you something, there are two masters in my house."

"Master?"

Bai Wangyu asked in confusion, "What master?"

"In the west wing."

Li Ziye looked in the direction of the west wing and whispered, "It seems that the old man and Old Qin, both of whom are great practitioners at the fifth level, know each other."

When Bai Wangyu heard this, he subconsciously looked in the direction of the west wing, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.

A great practitioner of the Five Realms that both the Confucian leader and the Plum Blossom Sword Immortal know?

"Brother Li, don't you know their identities?" Bai Wangyu asked.

"have no idea."

Li Ziye shook his head and said, "I can't find it. Moreover, the old man and Old Qin, the leader of Confucianism, refused to say anything. It's so mysterious."

Bai Wangyu was slightly surprised after hearing this. This was even more strange.

Under normal circumstances, great cultivators of the Five Realms are not unknown, so why can't their identity be found?

What's more, Confucian leader and Plum Blossom Sword Immortal know these two people.

However, Bai Wangyu was only curious for a short time and then restrained his thoughts.

The Plum Blossom Sword Immortal is in Li Yuan, and these two people should not pose any threat. As for their identities, he is not too interested.

"Brother Li, is Miss Li in the mansion?"

Bai Wangyu came to his senses and spoke frankly about his purpose, "In the past few days when I was injured, Miss Li sent people to send a lot of precious medicinal materials to Confucianism. Now that my injury has improved, I came to say thank you to Miss Li."

"Not here."

Li Ziye touched his chin and said, "Wait a minute. These days, Sister Youwei goes out early in the morning and doesn't come back until late at night. She is very busy."

"Then I'll wait." Bai Wangyu nodded.

"It's boring to wait around. Come with me to the west wing first." Li Ziye put his arm around his shoulders and said with a smile.

"What to do?" Bai Wangyu asked confused.

"Learn your skills!"

Li Ziye responded and immediately dragged Little Red Riding Hood toward the west wing.

West Wing, in the courtyard.

Standing quietly in Fengmanlou, he is dressed in green clothes, has a stern face, and looks like a master.

When Bai Wangyu saw the first impression of the man in front of him, he felt that he was very familiar.

Feng Manlou's gaze also noticed the Confucian disciples in front of him at this moment, and he was slightly surprised.

He was the top disciple of Confucianism at that time.

It has only been a year, but this person's cultivation has improved so rapidly.

Compared to this great Confucian disciple.

Thinking of this, Feng Manlou's eyes subconsciously moved back to the boy from the Li family beside him.

Forget it, let’s not talk about it.

"I see that you have gained so many warriors. You probably want to learn the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Technique. How about it? How many of the sixty-three changes can you evolve now?" Feng Manlou looked at the young man in front of him and asked proactively.

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Li Ziye stretched out three fingers.

"Thirty heavy?"

Seeing this, Feng Manlou nodded and said, "That's not bad."

"It's triple."

Li Ziye said sheepishly.

"..."

Feng Manlou was speechless.

On the side, Bai Wangyu looked at the man in front of him quietly, his eyes becoming more solemn.

"Today, we change the way we learn."

Feng Manlou turned around and walked ten steps away and said calmly, "You attack and I defend. If your sword touches me, you win."

"Mr. Feng is a great practitioner at the fifth level, and I'm just at the third level. It's not fair." Li Ziye protested.

"I can't hold back my true energy." Feng Manlou said calmly.

"This is not good, hehe."

When Li Ziye heard this, a lewd smile suddenly appeared on his face and he said.

"No need to say more, come on."

Feng Manlou said with an indifferent expression.

"good!"

Li Ziye responded, looked at Little Red Riding Hood on the side, and said, "Old Bai, step aside."

Bai Wangyu nodded and immediately stepped out ten feet away.

"Mr. Feng, be careful!"

Li Ziye drew his sword, and his true energy surged out, reminding him.

"Um."

Feng Manlou nodded.

Li Ziye's expression was slightly condensed, and he took a step forward, his body was like thunder, and the long sword followed.

A flash of youth, a sword's grace, so dazzling.

Fast, fast, Feixianjue's body technique is known for its speed. Li Ziye has mastered the first six moves, and in the third realm, his speed is unmatched.

After two years of hard study and training, Li Ziye's strength has indeed improved rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However.

The plums are as fast as the night, and the wind is even faster when the whole building is full.

When the sword arrives, Tsing Yi disappears, avoiding the edge of the sword.

When Li Ziye saw this, he turned around with the sword in his hand. At the same time, his body and sword skills were a little faster, and his attacks were continuous.

The lightning-fast sword edge followed him like a shadow, but unfortunately, that touch of green clothing was incredibly fast.

Even though there was no real energy fluctuation, the sword in Li Ziye's hand still couldn't touch Feng Manlou's body.

There was no speculation, no trickery, just a difference in speed. Li Ziye, who had always been very confident in his speed, at this moment, deeply felt the huge gap between him and Mr. Feng in front of him.

And outside the battle.

Bai Wangyu looked at Feng Manlou who was as fast as thunder in front of him, his eyes became more and more shocked.

This person is not a human race!

As a great disciple of the Confucian sect, Bai Wangyu, whose awe-inspiring righteousness had already reached an extremely high level, clearly noticed that the aura hidden in the man in green in front of him did not belong to the human race.
To be continued...