C15 Sword Dance in the Forest like an Immortal

"Swish, swish."

"Plop!"

"Creak."

There was a strange sound from the back of the yard, as if someone was chopping something, and the rustling of trees and bamboos as they fell to the ground.

"Hey, did you hear anything?" Hee Jiong stopped and asked everyone.

"Yes, I heard it. There seems to be someone chopping bamboo at the back of the yard." Huang Lei replied casually.

Zhao Xiaogu's eyes lit up. He clapped and said, "Could it be that guy behind us?"

Hearing that, everyone nodded their heads, hoping that the owner of the bamboo house was right behind them, so that they would have the chance to ask him for some Medicinal Spring to drink.

"Why don't we go take a look?" Ni Ni blinked her eyes and suggested.

"Then what are we waiting for? I can't wait any longer." Peng Xiaochang said loudly.

No one had any objections as they had all come. The most important thing was that they had seen the strange flowers and plants in the yard, so they wished to have a taste of the Medicinal Spring s.

The six of them walked around the courtyard and headed towards the back of the bamboo house.

However, when they arrived at the bamboo forest at the back of the courtyard, they were all stupefied for a moment. They looked with shock and infatuation at the figure dancing in the bamboo forest clearing.

The man was as warm as jade and wore a black training uniform. His entire body was incomparably graceful and nimble, like a graceful figure swaying in the wind.

Under the cover of the green bamboo forest, countless bamboo leaves fluttered in the air. For some reason, all of the bamboo leaves were floating in the air and did not fall down.

All the surrounding scenery lost its splendor in front of the man.

The sword was like the tongue of a white snake, hissing through the wind. A faint dragon roar could be heard, and it also seemed as if a dragon was shuttling through the air.

Although the Longsword gleamed like a rainbow, it did not harm the man's gentle temperament in the slightest. It was like the most tranquil water, and the instant the cool breeze brushed against the fruit, it became increasingly outstanding and calm.

The invisible sword Qis seemed to have been given life as they circled around the man, wrapping the bamboo leaves around his body and causing his sleeves to flutter. Those watching couldn't help but have the illusion that they were alive.

It was as if he was swinging his sword in such a manner that he would ride the wind and return home. He would be as light as a cloud and his body would be like a willow tree. He would dance agilely and gracefully.

The man suddenly waved his sword, and a series of beautiful sword flowers appeared on his wrist. The sword vibrated with a "weng weng" sound, emitting a soft hum, as if he was happily reciting a sword poem.

The tip of his foot touched the bamboo leaves in the air, as if he was riding on Ye Wen's Qi. His sword swung out, and after a series of afterimages, a formless Qi slashed down on several bamboo leaves that were as thick as an arm, creating a shallow mark.

The man landed on the ground, sheathed his sword and sheathed it behind his back. He stood there silently, until three seconds later, a few crunching sounds came from the bamboo forest, followed by the sound of the bamboo falling to the ground.

Her temperament was ethereal like a fairy. Her body was like a willow swaying in the wind, like a group of emperors facing off against Loong Xiang. Her actions were like a thunderclap that retracted the anger, like a clear river.

Looking at the bamboo forest again, he saw that the man had fallen down to the ground. It seemed to be in an orderly fashion. The bamboo leaves in the sky hadn't completely fallen yet, which meant that everything that had just happened was real.

Hee Jiong and the others held their breath and were stunned. They completely forgot their reason for coming here and were unable to recover for a long time.

The broadcast room was still as silent as before. Everyone was incomparably shocked as no one spoke a single word.

The program team director held onto his walkie-talkie. He was trembling with excitement, but was unable to make a sound.