After I left home, I became invincible

"Yueru, I will be away from Lihuo City for a few days. During this time, you should practice well on your own."

Nun Lingyu's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

By the time everyone came to their senses, her figure had already passed through the sky.

Jiang Yueru stared at Master Lingyu's back as she left, and then glanced at Chen Feng.

"Master, you, you're leaving just like that..."

It would be fine if he just left, but why did he leave this guy here?!

Jiang Yueru was about to lose her mind.

Chen Feng glanced at her and said lightly, "Don't worry, I will leave soon."

Jiang Yueru said with a sad face, "Master said that he wants me to introduce you to the sect... Didn't you say that you have never learned swordsmanship?!"

"If you want to get started, it'll take at least a month, right?!"

"Or do you really think you can successfully enter the door in a few days? This is the Thirteen Swords of the Cloud Sea. Even if the level is not high, it is still a spiritual sword method!"

"It is very difficult to succeed in cultivation..."

She was very sad, but the remaining young Taoists and Taoist ladies shouted with joy.

If Master Lingyu was not around, they would be free and leave one after another.

Although they knew it was best not to leave Lihuo City...

But this Lihuo City is already prosperous enough, especially compared to their Yuanyi Dao Sect, it can be said to be infinitely more exciting.

"Junior Sister Yueru, please complete the task left by Uncle Master. We are leaving now!"

"Hehe, Junior Sister Yueru, don't worry, we will bring you some delicious food..."

These young Kun Taoist priests would have been fine with enjoying themselves, but they even mocked the miserable Jiang Yueru.

This made Jiang Yueru purse her lips in grievance.

After everyone left, the small courtyard became unusually empty and quiet.

Chen Feng's expression remained normal. "You just said, practice it for me."

Jiang Yueru held a wooden sword in her hand, her eyes full of resentment. "What's the point of practicing once? Even if I practice ten times, you might not be able to keep up with my movements..."

“Not to mention getting started.”

It’s not that she looks down on Chen Feng, but she also knows some simple information about Chen Feng.

A person who is good at using a gun now comes to learn swordsmanship. What kind of performance do you expect from him?

If you can successfully practice the moves within seven days, you will be considered a winner!

Chen Feng looked at her and said nothing.

Jiang Yueru sighed and could only hold the wooden sword and start practicing.

However, her rehearsal was also filled with resentment, and was extremely fast, making it impossible for ordinary people to see clearly.

All you could see were sword shadows crisscrossing and sharp blades cutting through the air.

Chen Feng watched from the side, a golden light flashing in his calm eyes.

In just a moment, in his sight, Jiang Yueru's figure holding the sword seemed to be simply analyzed into a series of black and white lines.

The wooden sword in her hand seemed to be shining, attracting attention.

Her movements were still fast, but with countless afterimages, as if in slow motion.

After practicing a set of Thirteen Swords of the Sea of ​​Clouds, Jiang Yueru was breathing slightly and sweating profusely.

The pure and ascetic temperament beneath the Taoist robe adds a touch of charm at this moment.

She looked at Chen Feng and snorted, "Didn't you ask me to practice? I'm done practicing now, how are you?!"

"How much have you learned?"

Chen Feng didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and digested it silently.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Yueru subconsciously lowered her voice, but still couldn't help but sneer: "Pretending..."

"Thirteen moves, hundreds of actions. If you can learn even 10% of them, I'll consider you amazing."

Chen Feng opened his eyes, still looking calm, which made Jiang Yueru a little annoyed.

If Chen Feng hadn't slapped her so hard just now, she would have been furious...

Chen Feng asked, "Daoist Nun Jiang, do you still have a wooden sword?"

Jiang Yueru raised her eyebrows and handed the wooden sword over, muttering, "You really learned it?"

"Then show me..."

Chen Feng stretched out his hand and took the wooden sword. The moment his hand touched the hilt of the wooden sword, his eyes widened instantly, as if a bright light burst out from them.

He exerted a little force and gripped the hilt of the sword. Before Jiang Yueru could speak, his entire body had turned into a shadow.

The Thirteen Swords of Yunhai have thirteen moves that can be broken down into hundreds of actions.

Jiang Yueru had only practiced it once...

And at this moment, it happened again to Chen Feng!

There is no delay, no stagnation, and no mistakes!

It was as if all the movements were engraved in the brain and imprinted on the heart...but at this moment, they burst out completely!

After a while, Chen Feng put away his sword and stood still!

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something, and then suddenly thrust out a sword!

Snapped!

A subtle explosion sounded in the air, like thunder bursting forth at this moment...

A flash of sword light, appearing and disappearing!

The first move of the Thirteen Swords of Yunhai was successful!

Chen Feng is getting started!

Jiang Yueru exclaimed, "No, impossible!"

"How can this be?!"

She trotted to Chen Feng, her beautiful eyes filled with shock, and looked left and right at Chen Feng.

He even lowered his head and looked at the wooden sword in Chen Feng's hand.

"This, this... this is still the wooden sword I gave you. There's nothing special about it..."

"But, but..."

Jiang Yueru held it in for a long time before she said, "But how did you get started?!"

"I just rehearsed it once... Are you really human?!"

Chen Feng smiled slightly, "Thank you, Taoist nun."

"Since you've already mastered the spiritual arts, I won't bother you any more... I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he handed the wooden sword to Jiang Yueru.

Since others don't like you, don't stay here and make yourself uncomfortable.

"Don't……"

Jiang Yue subconsciously wanted to save the situation. She really didn't want to believe that Chen Feng's talent was so high.

Such talent in swordsmanship, even the top geniuses of the Yuanyi Dao Sect swordsmanship lineage, probably can't compare to it, right?

When Chen Feng saw her actions, he stopped and turned around.

His tone had become completely cold. "Does Nun Jiang have anything else to say? Are you looking for revenge for what happened this morning?!"

Jiang Yueru has always had a bad attitude towards him, and now Chen Feng naturally thinks that she wants revenge.

Hearing this, Jiang Yueru's body froze, especially when she met Chen Feng's sharp eyes, it was as if she was being pointed at by a sword...

Jiang Yueru immediately shook her head, "No, no."

"only……"

However, before she could finish her words, Chen Feng had already jumped away.

Jiang Yueru bit her lip, but greater doubts arose in her heart... Something was wrong. According to what Xie Feixue said, Chen Feng's aptitude should be average!

But with Chen Feng's performance like this, do you call it average talent?

All of a sudden, she understood, "That Mrs. Chen... lied!"

"She's actually slandering her own son!"