The Bianzhou City celebrates the Heavenly Festival, and the grassland people sang and danced in the city, and the dance postures full of exotic styles caused cheers.

The people of the Tang Dynasty were unwilling to fall behind, and there were many jugglings that attracted many people to watch. The flashing of fire from time to time and the sound of marble breaking is amazing.

The boy holding a whole lamb leg was very eye-catching in the crowd.

The strong man with a big stone shattered on his chest slapped the stone chips on his chest, looking at Feng Xiaohan with a look of shock.

He was dressed in bright clothes and carried a long sword. You could tell at a glance which major sect he was from.

But this stomach seems to lead directly to the sea.

In such a border city, it is rare to see disciples of sects like him on the street, so he took a few more glances. The man could see clearly that the boy had a third leg of lamb in his hand...

Feng Xiaohan had an appreciation in his eyes. The people in the field had no cultivation, but were just ordinary people, but they could do such things, which shows how much effort the queen of the Taiwan Democratic League has put in.

A man dragged a copper plate by the sidelines. The spectators would give him some copper plates at will, and he would smile at the man to show his gratitude.

When he came to Feng Xiaohan, he was slightly stunned. He looked at the money in the market and then realized that he had to pay for watching shows on the roadside.

When I bought the leg of lamb, I happened to use the change. I didn’t have any copper plate on my body, so I had to take out a piece of gold leaf. The excited man trembled with his hands, and the copper coins almost fell to the ground.

Feng Xiaohan waved his hand and told him not to disturb himself watching the show.

He walked and stopped, looking at the noisy streets, full of curiosity. At the same time, the fire-breathing mixed art made him think.

At this time, there was still some time before the celebration ceremony began. Just as he came to the roadside next to the venue, he planned to drink a bowl of herbal tea to quench his thirst, and waited for the conference to end and share the delicious grassland.

At this moment, a pink hydrangea fell on his table.

With a crisp bang, the teapot fell to the ground and broke into several petals.

Then, a man in a sheepskin fur coat came to him with apologies on his face and said, "This little brother, my lady just threw her a little harder and hit you. I'm so sorry."

Feng Xiaohan waved his hand and said he didn't care.

The man took the hydrangea, glanced at the wooden sign on his waist, his eyes changed slightly, but soon returned to normal. He handed him a few copper coins and gave him a pot of new tea as a pamper.

Feng Xiaohan saw his little movements, and his expression remained unchanged. I don’t know if it was intentional or really not caring.

The man holding the hydrangea rounded the venue and came to a tent.

This is the backcourt of the Celebration Conference, where the food, equipment and dancers are all here. The tents are very old but they are still familiar with each other.

But this one is obviously different. The white tent cloth is painted with totems of various races, and the fabric is also a good product, which is obviously different from those rough rag tents. The grassland people are heroic in nature, but occasionally someone passes here together, and their voices will be much lowered. They dare not speak loudly until they walk far away.

All of this shows that the person inside is extraordinary.

The man knelt down on one knee with a hydrangea in his hand and said respectfully: "Sir, that man is a disciple of Changming Sect, and a wooden disciple's card."

"Changming wooden waist brand is a closed disciple."

A lazy voice sounded, with a little northern accent, and said, "How is it?"

The man said, "The breath is long and the cultivation is unpredictable. I think it should be good."

The tent was silent for a while, and then said, "I'll go and meet him."

"Sir, you'd better be low-key when you came out secretly this time."

The man looked embarrassed and said, "Otherwise, I'll go back... I'm not easy to explain."

"What are you afraid of? Then I will say that I forced you. They will come to me for everything and will not do anything to you."

The man was so amused and laughed at the words, thinking that you would believe these words. How smart the elderly are, how could they deceive them? I just hope you can cause less trouble. Then they are in a good mood and will not take their anger on themselves.

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The celebration of the sky began, and countless delicacies were placed around the venue, with a strong aroma. A team of soldiers holding iron spears were responsible for maintaining order.

The people on the grassland sang and danced, and several singers sang with the blessing of the formation. It was very lively, and warm applause would sound outside the venue at the climax.

Feng Xiaohan sat on the roof of the teahouse on the side of the road, not interested in the romantic affairs of singing and dancing, but only hoped to end it earlier so as to try the skills of those top-notch chefs on the grassland.

"Have you heard that this time, there will be a big man from the grassland in our Bianzhou City to come."

"Oh, I wonder which tribe's patriarch or the elder of the alliance?"

"I'm from the tribal alliance, but I don't know who it is."

"I know a little about this, it is said that it is the apprentice of the leader."

"The current leader of the grassland alliance has two disciples. The eldest disciple Yeyou stayed in seclusion for many years and never paid attention to these secular worlds. In this way, it should be the second disciple Qian Feng?"

"Look, it's the Demon Wolf."

A voice sounded, and the discussion stopped immediately, and people looked over.

Yaolang Yu is the guard of the Grassland Tribe Alliance, an elite warrior from various tribes, responsible for protecting important figures in the alliance, and has the same meaning as the guards in the front of the Tang Dynasty.

The commander of the Demon Wolf is said to be a super master in the Breaking Void Realm, and there are rumors that he has reached the Lingxiao Realm.

The leader of the alliance, the leader of the alliance, is a saint-level master. He once broke the wind and snow alone in the 90,000-mile Hanshan Mountain and killed a cruel black dragon.

The real dragon!

Since then, in areas bordering the grassland, monsters such as dragons and other monsters that have the ability to cross the ban have not dared to step beyond the line.

There is a saying in the world today: it is precisely because of his existence that Emperor Yuanzong did not launch an aggressive war on the grassland.

However, the grassland tribe took the initiative to pay tribute, which could have been considered as the great cause of unification of the world.

Ten guards riding on the wind wolf and carrying scimitars lined up in two rows at the entrance, sweeping across the audience with sharp eyes, like the cold wind and snow, extremely cold.

The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were covered in blood and their shoulders were straight, just like a spear in their hands, at least they did not lose their momentum.

The elite soldiers affiliated with both sides naturally have the ability to communicate and compare with their eyes.

A young man appeared at the entrance, with a gentle smile on his lips, which made people feel like spring breeze.

He is the second disciple of the leader of the grassland alliance, Qian Feng.

Qianfeng is very famous in the grassland and the Tang Dynasty. His appearance made the scene boil, especially the grassland people among the audience.

Because he is the pride of the grassland.

But his actions made them silent in an instant.

He saluted in the venue, then pulled out the knife from his waist and raised it above his head. The sharp blade reflected the sunlight, which was a bit dazzling.

The wind blew, and it was cut in half by the blade.

Feng Xiaohan nodded and thought to himself: "A good knife."

The audience was shocked, especially the practitioners among them, who were extremely excited. Could it be that he was going to perform a set of swordsmanship?

A knife that can be used to carry such a table is naturally not an ordinary knife trick. Thinking of his identity, even ordinary people know what that means.

Could that saint actually disclose his sword skills?

Qian Feng's sword fell from his head, and the sword light brought out a ray of light and shadow in the air. Although the movement was simple, it was infinitely mysterious. The practitioners in the field saw the changes in it, and their hearts were trembling, and they looked at the knife with all their concentration.

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, put down the teacup in his hand, and the shadow in his heart began to deduce.

Qian Feng's sword technique is fast and slow, just like the grass leaves swaying in the wind and snow, floating and elusive. Without using energy, the knife intention has already spread throughout the field.

The sword force gradually grew, and the light and shadow left behind filled the body. Gradually, only the sword lights danced around him, but no one was seen.

This is the state of unity between man and sword.

The lights and shadows were connected together, and in a trance it seemed as if I saw a grassland, and each grass was a sword light.

The density of this set of sword techniques has reached this level. Even if you learn it, it will be difficult to complete it. Qian Feng can easily display it. This qualification is admirable.

The practitioners in the audience, especially those who use swords, silently grasped the hilt of the knife at their waists, focused affectionately, and carefully felt the intention of the knife, and felt a little intoxicated.

When the sword light was connected with the light and shadow left at the beginning, a grassland scenery appeared before everyone's eyes.

The wind and dust are everywhere, and the sky and the earth change color. Only a single sword breaks through the wind and rain, and angrily cuts the strong wind on the grassland.

It is indeed extremely magical as the leader of the grassland.

The sword technique has been performed, Qian Feng stood there with his face as usual.

The scene was silent for a long time, and was still immersed in the fantasy just now. Someone's wine glass slipped from his fingertips and made a bang.

Everyone woke up and applause was thunderous for a moment.

Qian Feng raised his sword and bowed loudly: "I am a grassland alliance, and I am willing to communicate with swordsmen all over the world, practice this path together, and explore the mystery of swordsmanship."

This is the declaration,

Starting from today, the only saint of the sword art is willing to contribute his own strength to the development of sword art in the world.

The moment he put away the knife, Feng Xiaohan also woke up, and the shadow in his heart stopped deducing.

This set of sword techniques has 200 styles, and there are endless changes. All of them have been deduced. Even the cave is in the back of the cave, Feng Xiaohan consumes most of his spiritual sense.

After Qian Feng left the show, the conference was coming to an end. After a few elderly people completed the sacrifice, they could enjoy the food.

Feng Xiaohan let out a long sigh, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's finally over."

"No, it's finally started."
To be continued...