834: C834 Whetstone

C834 Whetstone

Zhao Feng revealed his figure. Although the Traceless Grass was magical, once it was used, the effect of the Traceless Grass would disappear.

"It's you."

The moment the young man saw Zhao Feng, his killing intent surged out. It was almost unstoppable.

He completely understood. What senior brother's ghost came back to cause trouble? It was all Zhao Feng's doing. Thinking about how humiliating he was just now, his face was burning.

"What's wrong, junior brother, are you kowtowing a few times? Senior brother, I'll show mercy and let you go. How about it?"

Zhao Feng said playfully.

"You are courting death."

The young man could no longer hold it in anymore. The reason why he kowtowed just now was because everything had gone beyond his understanding. He had lost control of his mind, which was why he did such a thing.

But now, since Zhao Feng had revealed his true form, he naturally wouldn't do such a shameful thing again.

Zhao Feng only saw the young man in front of him holding his sword and rushing towards him. Under such circumstances, there was no way he could do anything.

He sneered, "Is this all you got? I don't know how the Iron Slashing Pavilion taught you all."

In a battle, the most taboo thing was to be impulsive. When one is impulsive, there will be many flaws, especially when fighting at the same level, there will be flaws. That was simply sending one's head to his door.

Zhao Feng waved his hand and the flying sword appeared in his hand. A sword light appeared and slashed a wound on the young cultivator's body.

The young cultivator reacted in time and quickly retreated. Otherwise, this sword strike would be enough to take his life.

Zhao Feng only saw the young cultivator take a few deep breaths and adjust his state of mind. Then, the tip of the sword pointed at him.

"Yo, not bad! It seems like the Iron Slashing Pavilion isn't completely useless."

The fact that the other party was able to adjust his state of mind so quickly had really exceeded Zhao Feng's expectations. However, it was of no use.

The young man in front of him was just an ordinary disciple of the Iron Slashing Pavilion. He was no match for him at all. In addition, he had suffered some minor injuries due to his previous impulse. It was as if there was no way he could fight him!

There was no lack of geniuses in the sect, just like Han Hongyu. Zhao Feng admitted that he was no match for him.

However, there were also many mediocre disciples. Ordinary disciples were no match for Zhao Feng.

While speaking, Zhao Feng gripped the flying sword in his hand tightly and stabbed it. The Jade Bone Skeleton had taught him how to smash the cave back then.

He always felt that it was a little mysterious. It just so happened that the disciple of the Iron Slashing Pavilion was a sword cultivator. It just so happened that he could verify what he had learned in his heart. To put it in simpler terms, it was Zhao Feng who treated this person as his whetstone.

It had to be said that the disciples of the sect indeed had something to gain from it. Simply speaking, it was only in terms of sword techniques. Zhao Feng was no match for him.

Every move and style of his opponent was very methodical.

If he did not rely on the Vital Spirit to condense it, he would not be a match for the young man at all.

"Turns out that you only have this bit of ability! Then go and die! " You must have a lot of spirit stones on you! "Killing you can be considered a small fortune for me."

The young man was getting more and more at ease. To him, Zhao Feng's swordsmanship was like a child playing house. Even though it was extraordinary, to him, who had trained his swordsmanship for decades and had received guidance from a master teacher, Zhao Feng's swordsmanship was like a child playing house. Not at all the same level.

It was no wonder that Zhao Feng had only been practicing his swordsmanship for a short period of time. However, he had only received some guidance from the Jadebones Skeleton when he was in the cave.

How could he compare to someone who had practiced the sword for decades in such a short period of time?

If he could really gain the upper hand, or even win, that would be unreasonable.

However, very quickly, the young man realized that it was very easy for him to suppress Zhao Feng, but it was extremely difficult to kill Zhao Feng in front of him.1

Every time his blade could hit Zhao Feng, a water arrow would appear and block his attack, causing him to miss every opportunity.

Gradually, he realized that something was wrong. He did not know when, but he could no longer suppress Zhao Feng. This suppression didn't refer to other aspects, but the sword technique that he had always been proud of.

He was no longer able to pose any threat to Zhao Feng. Every time he didn't swing his sword, Zhao Feng would be able to react in advance to avoid or even counterattack him, catching him off guard.

"This is impossible. How can you break the sword technique of my Iron Slashing Pavilion in such a short period of time?"

Zhao Feng sighed. "Although the cultivation resources of the disciples in the sect are not lacking, it is still immemorial. If you turn it around and attack, you will only have a few moves. I have memorized all of them. Sure enough, if you want to break through, can't you attack from the middle of the two of you?"

In the beginning, the young man had given him a lot of pressure. Zhao Feng had nothing to deny this point.

However, it was the same sword technique that Zhao Feng used. He would do it again after the fight. There was no change at all. Even the order of the sword technique was not messed up.

This made him feel that he was fighting a puppet that could not change.

After Zhao Feng said this, the young man's expression changed drastically. He suddenly understood what Zhao Feng meant. Something was not right. "Are you using me as a whetstone?"

"I just realized it now! However, you don't have a chance. It's too rigid. I'd better change to a whetstone! "

The young man was shocked. He hurriedly wanted to move to the back, but it was already too late.

The flying sword in Zhao Feng's hand hit his hand and slid down.

This was the last scene in the young man's eyes. Immediately after, he felt a pain in his neck and lost consciousness.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Zhao Feng bent down and picked up the two storage rings.

One had to admit that the disciples of the sect were wealthy, but their wealth was limited. Apart from a few stalks of spirit grass that had been growing for decades, there were only a few hundred spirit stones left.

Zhao Feng put these things into his storage ring, turned around, and left.

This was just a small interlude. Finding the Hundred Year Traceless Grass was the key.

Furthermore, today's matter had reminded him of something. He had to hurry up. Otherwise, there might be others who would come looking for him.

This time, he was lucky. The two people from the Iron Slashing Pavilion were fighting. What about next time? But that might not be the case.

He had also seen the effect of the Traceless Grass. It was definitely a life-saving weapon. He did not believe that the disciples of the three sects would be able to ignore it after seeing it.

Not everyone was the kind of girl that feared snakes like the Shadow Butterfly Sisters.

He turned around and returned to the area where the Traceless Grass was located. He began to search the area. This area was very big, and the trees were very lush. In addition to the unique characteristics of the Traceless Grass, it wasn't easy to find it.

Many times, he had missed out on the Traceless Grass. When he found it again, he discovered that he had actually come to this place many times already.

Three days had passed. Zhao Feng was a little disappointed. In these three days, he had come and gone. He had searched this area four or five times.

As a result, the tallest Traceless Grass only had nine leaves.

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