Chapter 1248 Praise, Young Gunner!

"Don't you need to find the saber remnants?" Luo Feng asked a little strangely.

Jiang Fengfeng nodded, "You are able to comprehend the general trend, and your comprehension is not bad. As the saying goes, if you read a book a hundred times, its meaning will emerge, and it is the same for us cultivators. , you might as well put your mind on the first three saber techniques, and when you reach a certain level, you will definitely be able to get a glimpse of the last saber technique."

Luo Feng thought for a while and said, "You want me to invent the last knife technique?"

"Yes and no."

Jiang Fengfeng took it casually, spread out her palm, and with the circulation of her true energy, a small storm formed in her pure palm, and crystal snowflakes appeared in her palm.

"Self-created sword art is from scratch, and you have already learned the first three styles of sword art. Your ancestors have paved the way for you. You just need to continue walking along this road step by step. The world is all-encompassing. The so-called martial arts Learning is to display all kinds of artistic conceptions in nature in the form of moves. The predecessors created martial arts by observing the evolution and alternation of nature. With your understanding, as long as you comprehend it with your heart, you will definitely be able to find it. The last knife technique."

Luo Feng was thoughtful.

To be honest, he has been worrying about the last style of Sixiang Wuji Dao, the incomplete copy and the complete saber technique, no matter the artistic conception or the power, it is just the last style of the saber technique, which cannot be found just by looking for it. Yes, Jiang Fengfeng's words made him feel enlightened and opened another door.

After glancing at Jiang Fengfeng, Luo Feng smiled and said, "It's really rare that you would praise me."

Jiang Fengfeng flew out the snowflakes in her palm, and snorted softly, "Don't be too happy, you may not understand it."

Luo Feng smiled, "Thank you very much."

Jiang Fengfeng's explanation about martial arts is concise and to the point, and it is extremely rare. It must have come from the sword tomb. Regardless of whether he can comprehend the last sword technique of the Sixiang Wuji Dao, he has already benefited a lot.

Elder Hai next to him remained silent, trying to memorize every word Jiang Fengfeng and Luo Feng said.

This kind of genius discussion is not something that can be encountered casually. Every word and every sentence is extremely precious. Although it sounds a bit illusory now, if you think about it carefully in the future, you will definitely gain unexpected results.

"Someone is coming."

Luo Feng raised his head and looked forward.

skyrim,

There was a small black spot, and soon, the small black spot turned into a figure, cutting through the faint thin cloud, and darting towards this side at an extremely fast speed.

"It's so fast." Hai Lao was a little surprised.

Jiang Fengfeng said: "It should be a martial artist in the True Yuan Realm."

On the way, the three of them occasionally encountered other warriors on their way, so they were not surprised.

The figure quickly zoomed in, and a heroic figure appeared in the field of vision of the three of them. To Luo Feng's surprise, the person who came was very young, probably no older than eighteen years old.

True Yuan Realm warriors under the age of eighteen!

Luo Feng was curious, and couldn't help but look at the other party more.

The person who came was a young man, dressed in black clothes, with eight short guns on his back, with a stern face, short hair standing on end, a pair of horizontal eyebrows that were extremely imposing, and sharp eyes, like the points of spears shooting coldly, giving people a kind of The sense of spiritual oppression contains incredible power.

What surprised Luo Feng even more was that the other party was actually at the second peak of the True Yuan Realm, only slightly lower than him.

"Hey, he's here." Hai Lao said.

Luo Feng's party and the young gunslinger were several miles apart, but at this moment, the other party was rushing towards this side.

"Be careful." Luo Feng reminded.

"Three, please stay."

Whoosh!

There was a sound of piercing the air, and the young gunman stopped in front of Luo Feng and the three of them, his body fluctuating with the air current.

Looking at Luo Feng and the three of them, the young gunman raised his eyebrows, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "You three don't need to be nervous, I have no malicious intentions. Besides, I may not be the opponent of the three of you."

It may not be the opponent, but it may be the opponent. Hearing this, Jiang Fengfeng said to Luo Feng via voice transmission: "He has a louder tone than you."

Luo Feng calmly said, "Is there something wrong?"

The young gunman said: "I would like to ask, how to get to Panlong City?"

Luo Feng frowned slightly, "Panlong City, what are you doing in such a remote town?"

"Hehe, I asked a friend to meet there. It's my first time in Liuyunling, and I accidentally got lost." The young gunman smiled honestly.

Luo Feng glanced at the young gunman, pointed to the southwest direction and said: "Go this way, you can reach Panlong City in a day."

He didn't feel any danger from the young gunman, not to mention, now that Panlong City has several masters like Li Yuan sitting in command, even if the other party has some intentions, they can't make any waves.

"This way..."

The young gunman nodded and said gratefully to Luo Feng: "Thank you very much. I'm going to leave first if I have something urgent to do. Next time we meet, I'll treat you to a drink of flower wine."

Whoosh!

After finishing speaking, the young gunman flew away.

"Luo Feng, could he be from the Prince's Mansion?" Seeing the back of the young gunman, Hai Lao asked Luo Feng.

Luo Feng shook his head, "Probably not. He is about the same age as me, and his cultivation is at the peak of the second stage of the True Yuan Realm. He is by no means an ordinary master of the rivers and lakes. Although the status of the crown prince is noble, he may not take it seriously. Moreover, his body No killing intent."

Hai Lao nodded, and the three of them prepared to leave.

"A warrior of the fourth level of the True Yuan Realm, and a warrior of the third level of the True Yuan Realm, and they are both about my age. I never thought that in this kind of place, I would meet such a master. Could it be someone from the Holy Land?"

In the distance, the young gunman was also thinking about Luo Feng and Jiang Fengfeng. Suddenly, he stopped, looked back at Luo Feng, scratched his short hair, and said doubtfully: "I always feel that he has a kind face, where did he meet... ..."

While pondering, the young gunman took out a piece of silk with a simple portrait on it.

"Is it him?"

Looking at the portrait, the young gunman frowned in thought, then suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Luo Feng!"

Hearing the shout, Luo Feng stopped, and when he turned his head, he saw a figure rushing towards him at high speed.

"Hahahaha...it really is you. Take my shot!"

The figure of the young gunman jumped, broke through the sound barrier, and rushed towards Luo Feng.

brush!

With a random move, three short spears flew out from behind him, forming a long spear taller than a man, one spear pierced the air, the air exploded one after another, and an astonishing rainbow appeared across the sky, piercing towards Luo Feng with an unstoppable momentum.

Luo Feng didn't expect that the opponent was coming towards him, he frowned, and punched the top of the gun.

boom!

With a loud explosion, the strength of the gun collapsed inch by inch, the ice disintegrated, and the figure of the young gunman retreated.

"interesting!"

The young gunslinger let out a breath of foul air, looked at Luo Feng, his eyes burst out with astonishing fighting intent, he grasped the spear, his upper body clothes exploded, revealing terrifying muscles, each piece was like a rock, with traces of blood-red aura lingering on it, like flames Generally jump more than.

"Flying Star Ten Thousand Miles Bullet!"