For a moment, the audience was silent.

Zheng Mingyu opened her mouth, fear pressed on her chest, so that she couldn't shout even if she wanted to.

Martial arts cultivation is Luan Wu, who is a realm higher than himself, is alive and dead under this sword, and he doesn't even have time to react, if this sword is slashed at himself......

She had never been so frightened since she was born.

Miss Zheng has cultivated to the peak of martial arts, it is not that she has never seen a dead person, and she also has a few human lives in her hands, but she has never felt the shadow of death, and she can be so densely pressed on her head.

"You...... You killed him......"

Zhuge Yu was also dumbfounded.

In this world of the jungle, if you don't agree with each other, it's nothing to draw a sword and kill someone. But it was often a place of great disparity of status, or of meeting strangers.

The youngest son of the Luan family, although his family background cannot be compared with the three families of Feng, Zheng, and Zhuge , he is also a tyrant in these five sheep cities. What's more, Luan Wu himself is a good warrior cultivator, and among the younger generation of martial artists, he can be regarded as the leader, and the most important thing is that he also has a great martial artist's father, Luan Tingfu.

The Zhuge family has always been low-key, Zhuge Yu originally thought that even if Feng Ziyue could win, at most he would teach Na Luan Wu a lesson, but he didn't expect him to kill and kill, and he was ruthless under the sword!

Zhuge Lian gently grabbed her brother, she nodded slightly, her expression was calm, and she only held the small hand at the corner of her clothes, showing a trace of panic.

"Brother Feng family don't have to worry, we will deal with the aftermath here, and we will also tell the people of the Luan family truthfully about the situation at that time......"

Zhuge Yu could feel his sister's hand trembling slightly, but it was by no means a fear of the dead, but a deeper and special emotional reaction, he scratched his head and stopped talking.

When the younger sister speaks, even the father must think carefully and follow the sister's wishes.

When she said this, she took half of the matter to the Zhuge family, and Zhuge Yu didn't know why her sister cared so much about the kid of the Feng family. However, as far as his heart is concerned, he also has a good impression of this young man who knows and loves swords, and is silent and resolute, and he is also very willing to say a few words for him.

Feng Ziyue nodded to the girl beside Zhuge Yu, walked past Zheng Mingyu's side, reached out and took off the iron sword from the wall, gently stroked the bloodstains, and hung it on his waist again.

It was only at this time that Zheng Mingyu burst out with an earth-shattering scream, "Feng Ziyue, you dare to kill someone! You are not afraid of ......."

Her scream came to an abrupt end in Feng Ziyue's cold gaze.

"Do you want to die too?" Although Feng Ziyue's voice was soft, it carried a faint chill, which made Zheng Mingyu's heart seem to fall to the bottom all of a sudden.

This kid dares to kill!

Zheng Mingyu's face was pale, the feeling of fear made her want to vomit uncontrollably, cold sweat dripping down her forehead, she finally screamed, rushed out of the door, and never looked back in the direction of Luan Wu's corpse.

Feng Ziyue turned around and bowed, "I've caused trouble to Brother Zhuge today, so I'll leave here - if I have the opportunity, I will go to the second floor of the Iron Workshop in the next day and get a glimpse of the treasures of the Zhuge family......"

"Welcome!" Zhuge Lian blocked Zhuge Yu, who was about to speak, with a respectful and enthusiastic expression, "Brother Feng must come, and there will be many more to ask Brother Feng for benefits at that time!"

Feng Ziyue was slightly surprised, but since others showed kindness, he also accepted it calmly, nodded slightly, and floated away.

"Sister, why ......" Zhuge Yu watched him go away, and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Don't ask, there are some things that you can't know brother......"

Zhuge looked at Feng Ziyue's distant back, her expression was serious and nervous, and she shook her head at her brother.

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Feng Ziyue stepped out of the Yipin Iron Workshop, and his heart was calm.

Murderers are always killed, this is the eternal and unchanging truth of the Tianwu Continent. The sword is faster than people, the fist is stronger than people, and it can kill, if the strength is weaker, then the one who dies in the Yipin Iron Workshop is Feng Ziyue himself.

Everything speaks with strength.

The only way to protect yourself and your family from harm is to make yourself stronger.

At no time, there can be no slackness.

The short battle in the Yipin Iron Workshop just now had already been witnessed by many people, and with awe-inspiring eyes, they got out of the way and let Feng Ziyue pass calmly.

"The Luan family, there is already a warrior cultivation, but he died at the hands of that person......"

"That person is from the Feng family......

"Under the throne of Wu Zun, there are indeed many talents, this little brother is only a teenager, and he actually has this cultivation!"

Behind it, there was a whisper of discussion.

Feng Ziyue didn't care, defeating an enemy of a warrior cultivator was not enough to make him proud. In front of him, there are too many masters to deal with.

However, everything is as it is today.

Whoever wants to kill him, who dares to hurt his family, no matter how high his cultivation is, how strong his power is, Feng Ziyue has a sword in his hand, and he will kill them all!

He has been reborn for thirty years, and he has become an unsheathed sword!

After walking for about a stick of incense, he passed through half of Wuyang City, and gradually no one looked at him strangely, and his destination, Bailu Academy, was already close at hand.

Feng Ziyue bypassed the main entrance, entered through a side gate in the southwest corner, passed through a flower garden, and stopped in front of a grass house.

The grass house is very dilapidated, and the linoleum on the roof has several large holes, and if it rains, it will definitely leak.

But it is such a lonely and abrupt dilapidated grass house, but it exudes a sky-high sword aura, and anyone who has a heart can't help but stop and gaze.

In this cottage, Feng Ziyue once spent a long time, where he felt warmth, learned the power of perseverance and courage, and took the first step to transform into a butterfly.

"Young man, you've been out there for a long time, there's nothing special here, let's leave quickly!"

From the grass, an old and haggard voice came out.

Feng Ziyue's eyes were hot.

This was the voice of his teacher, Sword Saint Ram Xi, who had been in retreat here for ten years.

"Senior, I'm here to apprentice!"

He swung his shirt, bent down on his knees, and slammed his head three times.

The boy has gold under his knees, but the teacher can afford this kneeling.

Ram Xi taught him the sword, and even taught him to be a man, so that he changed from a waste to a sword god feared by the world. He is not only Feng Ziyue's teacher, but also his spiritual father.

In the end, he even died for this proud apprentice.

Feng Ziyue wanted to call the teacher as soon as he opened his mouth, and finally held back and called his seniors, but then, as long as the apprenticeship was completed, he could call the teacher affectionately again.

"Oh?" Ram Xi's voice was a little surprised, but his tone was still flat. Ten years of solitude, no one wants to worship him, a sword saint who only understands theory, as a teacher, suddenly a teenager inexplicably wants to apprentice, it is inevitable that it will be a little strange, but after the vicissitudes of life, his heart has long been like an ancient well, and there are no ups and downs in his voice.

"You want to worship me as a teacher?"