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The Snow Wind Empire, which had existed for a thousand years in the Northern Kingdom, was filled with talents. Not only did it have the sword sect that was renowned throughout the world, it also had the Cold Wind Villa, where the Feng Clan, one of the mysterious and powerful eight clans, resided.

The other six clans of the eight clans all held great power and influence in their respective countries. Most of them held great military might, so in their anger, they caused the entire Feng Clan to move. Only in this ancient and cold Northern Country like the Feng Clan, the children of the Feng Clan had never held a position in the empire, and they never cared about the national politics of their country; they were incomparably low-key.

There were rumors saying that the Feng Clan was forced out of the political arena because the imperial family of the Snow Wind Empire was too tough. For this, some people were suspicious of the Feng Clan's ranking as one of the eight great clans.

It was only a hundred years ago, when the Cang family arranged eight tea parties to repel the Ethereal God Clan, that the Wind Clan truly became the focus of the world. A hundred years ago, the Ethereal God Clan's invasion was the fiercest in the last ten thousand years of the Ethereal God Clan.

Their swords were faster and fiercer than anyone's swords. Using 100 disciples to kill tens of thousands of the Outer Space God Clan's elites, this was a glorious battle record that had never been seen before.

In these hundred years, countless Feng Clan disciples came out from the villa. All of them were famous geniuses, so they left their names on this page. The most talented geniuses of these hundred years were only sixteen years old.

If he had not seen him a few times in the past, Chang Lou would never have thought that the young man in front of him was the same young man who had reached the Natal Opening Realm at the age of twelve, stepped into the Spirit Origin Stage at the age of fourteen, and killed countless evil experts in the Snow Wind Empire at the age of fifteen.

Of course, the Feng Clan was considered to be a rich aristocrat, but the clothes that this Feng Wu Ming was wearing were not cheap, and could not even match the size of the gray hemp clothes. That stingy old man of the Chang Lou did not even let the servants of the mansion wear them, and the people on the street rarely wore them, but the key was not that these clothes were cheap, but that the gray hemp clothes were specially worn to worship the dead.

Wearing these clothes, the first impression that people gave was either that of mourning or that he was too casual and free. In fact, many people were wrong based on this first impression. He was neither free nor casual but arrogant. In his own words, this set of clothes was meant for the opponents standing across from him. With a single sentence, he denied all of them. How arrogant.

However, the shoes were extremely well-worn. Ordinary people would not be able to see the value of good shoes made from fine snow and yak leather. It was just like how many people viewed him as an arrogant and conceited genius.

Her messy long hair and dirty neck told many people that this fellow was a lazy person, a lazy person with disheveled hair and dirty faces.

His face was washed extremely cleanly, revealing the red imprint that covered half of his originally handsome face. He had a pair of eyes brimming with vigor, yet he was restless and liked to glance around; his nose was perky and his lips red and white. He was clearly a handsome man.

His long and powerful fingers were covered with old calluses from grinding them, but he wasn't a lazy person. He just spent other time practicing his dancing and learning sword skills, like eating time, and he was a little thin, like a sick man who couldn't keep up with his malnourished food. His skin was a little dark yellow, far from the clear white of the Northern beauty who had been baptized by the wind and snow for a long time.

"Have you seen enough!" His voice was still that of a child, and a little immature, or else this would be too frightening.

"Your elegance will never be enough!" Chang Lou teased Feng Wuyang. What he cared the most about was the insults and praises given to him by others, especially his appearance.

"Then look well from the side!" As long as you don't say anything, it's fine. I hate people talking to people next to me when it's a sword competition! "

Feng Wuyang did not even glance at Chang Lou as his eyes were only focused on Huang Feng, or more accurately speaking, on Huang Feng's sword.

Since they wouldn't let him speak, what else could Chang Lou do? He could only stand to the side and pretend to be mute. This Young Noble Feng had killed many people, so he didn't dare to die because of just a few words. His life was not worth a single cent in front of those powerful experts, so he had to endure as long as he could in this martial arts world. He had to place a little importance on his own life, he didn't even know when he would die from anger, he wasn't living for himself.

Fury was always a taboo for swordsmen. They had to be calm and steady in order to display their full strength.

Huang Feng looked at Feng Wuyang without the slightest fear. It was not that he did not know of this stunning genius. Everyone in the world knew of this. Very few people would try to imitate him. He firmly believed that he could not be mistaken.

There were no retreating soldiers, Huang Feng was also a soldier. He was one of the best in the Imperial Guards of Jing Nation, and he was a disgraced deserter. This was not an egg hitting a rock, but the home of a soldier.

"At any time!" He did not need to pull out the bamboo sword. Huang Feng could pull out his sword at any time. Thus, he was also prepared to fight at any time.

"Alright!" Looking at Huang Feng, who was surrounded by the gathering sword aura and the murderous aura on his body that had formed into a sharp sword, Feng Wuyang couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

Chang Lou laughed bitterly on the side, "What's so good about that? You're already at the fifth level of the Spirit Origin Stage at the very least. This young man is only at the fifth level of the Natal Opening Realm. Kill him with one slash?"

As if hearing the mutterings of Chang Lou, Feng Wuyang swallowed a pill, and an obscure rune appeared between his eyebrows.

"This is an Origin Returning Pill?" Chang Lou, who was proficient in sealing techniques, naturally recognized the symbol and the pill. After using this Returning Energy Pill, one's cultivation would drop a whole level within 15 minutes. Usually, the weak killing the strong would be the first choice. Now, Feng Wuyang was almost at the fifth level of the Natal Opening Realm.

"So generous!"

Even if one wanted to sell the spirit crystal, very few people would sell it. It had to be said that after fighting for so long, they had to swallow such a precious pill. This was truly extravagant, no wonder even the foolish second young master Chang had to praise it.

Huang Feng did not pay attention to the automatic drug addicts. In his eyes, as long as he needed to draw his sword, he would fall either way if it was not the enemy.

On the contrary, he had suddenly launched a surprise attack the moment the drug was taken away from him. This timing was perfect.

The lightning strike was even faster and more ruthless than the attack that killed Chang Lou. It made him feel that he had been treated differently and he was not feeling happy.

Huang Feng, who had fought on the battlefield before, was very clear on one principle: a finger's worth of strength could crush an ant to death. He would definitely not use two fingers, saving a finger's worth of strength to fight with other ants.

A sword that fluttered in the wind had never appeared. Very few people had seen it. Normally, he would put it away, just like how most people liked to hide their things.

Today, Chang Lou had the good fortune to meet him.