The outer disciples are divided into two areas, the north and the south, but there is only one canteen.
However, the cafeteria is still clearly divided into east and west sides. The west side is used by the disciples of the southern district to eat, and the east side is used by the disciples of the northern district.
To be honest, this was the first time since Chu Mu moved to the North District that he could sit calmly on the chair on the east side and relax and enjoy the food.
The memory told him that Chu Mu used to sit on the west side and envy the east side. Now, he is sitting on the east side, but things have changed, but it can be regarded as realizing a small wish of the original owner.
"The food on the east side is really not comparable to the food on the west side." I thought while eating.
The memory of the original owner let him know that the food for the disciples on the west side was very ordinary food, the same as home-cooked food, but enough to satisfy them. The food on the east side is carefully cooked. Whether it is ingredients, taste or nourishment, it is superior to the food on the west side. It can nourish the body in a subtle way and better supplement the daily consumption of cultivation. For example, steamed bear paws with honey, tiger bone and wild ginseng soup, etc., the taste is not inferior to that made by the chef of a star hotel on earth. From this point, it can be seen that the Sword Party treats disciples who have reached the fourth stage of the Sword Qi Realm differently.
It's very simple. Anyone who is willing to practice can cultivate to the third stage of Sword Qi Realm, but not everyone can cultivate to the fourth stage of Sword Qi Realm. A swordsman can only scratch the surface of a swordsman if he has cultivated to the fourth level, and is barely qualified to be called a swordsman.
Today is the fifteenth day since Xiao Qianfeng proposed the bet, and it is also the nineteenth day since Chu Mu broke through the fourth level and transferred to the North District.
In these nineteen days, his strength has changed by leaps and bounds. Now, with the mastery of Feiyun Swordsmanship and the mastery of Qingfeng Swordsmanship, I vaguely feel that I have touched a deeper mystery, the mystery of wind. The power of Qingfeng Swordsmanship, which was originally quite powerful, doubled. With such strength, he should be able to defeat the outer disciples of the sixth level of Sword Qi Realm.
As for the seventh stage, the gap was so big that Chu Mu couldn't guess, but one thing was certain. Once any inner disciple of the seventh stage of the Sword Qi Realm was forced to take a blow from Qingfeng with all his strength, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
After making some progress, Chu Mu only practiced for half a day today and planned to give himself half a day off, so he came here to have a meal.
Naturally, at the first moment, Chu Mu became the focus and there was a lot of discussion, but he didn't care.
"The senior leaders of the Sword Sect didn't seem to react to the incident of injuring Wang Chang Wang Yi and severing Wang Lei's hand tendons. Does this mean that this level of incident does not violate the sect rules, or are there other factors? Wang Feng, too, seems to have I haven't returned to the Sword Sect yet." While eating, he suddenly remembered this matter and secretly wondered: "No matter what, there is no better reaction. It will save you a lot of trouble. In the afternoon, after the bet with Xiao Qianfeng is completed, I will go to the Sword Pavilion. , contribute Qingfeng Luoshan, get contribution points, use the contribution points to exchange for elixirs to improve your sword energy cultivation, and then go out to practice. If you lose, let's see what Xiao Qianfeng's conditions are and then make a plan. However, it is impossible for me. lose!"
Before he understood some of the mysteries of the wind, he might not be sure, but after he understood some of the mysteries of the wind, he would have full confidence that he would win.
"Chu Mu, get out and die!"
Suddenly, a loud shout filled with fierce killing sounds came from outside the cafeteria, and there was a faint rolling force of thunder.
Chu Mu looked up and ignored it, but picked up a piece of bear paw meat and put it into his mouth.
"Who dares to tell Chu Mu to go out and die? Doesn't he know that Chu Mu is now the best swordsman among our outer disciples?" an outer disciple whispered.
"Who knows."
At this time, a figure hurried in and rushed towards Chu Mu. It was Zhao Tiemu, with a frightened and anxious expression on his face.
"Chu Mu, leave quickly through the back door. Wang Feng is back and is looking for you outside." Zhao Tiemu shouted when he saw Chu Mu looking up.
"Wang Feng is back." Chu Mu felt relieved. What was supposed to come would eventually come. Immediately, he put down his chopsticks, grabbed his sword, stood up, and strode towards the main entrance of the cafeteria.
"Chu Mu, where is the back door? Leave through the back door quickly." Zhao Tiemu took a look and quickly blocked Chu Mu's way and said hurriedly.
"Brother Zhao, a swordsman should have a sharp edge." He turned around and naturally avoided Zhao Tiemu's interception. At the same time, he said softly: "I would rather break than bend, rather break than bend, be unyielding and unyielding, fearless, anything." There is no need to hesitate or worry about any obstacles. Just rely on the sword in your hand and go forward bravely to reach the other side of the sword!"
The words reached Zhao Tiemu's ears, and Zhao Tiemu suddenly froze, as if frozen like a statue, motionless.
These words have always been what Chu Mu has been thinking about. They are the portrayal of the "youngest swordsman master" on earth. They are also the unwillingness and obsession deep in Chu Mu's soul on the Ancient Sword Continent, which eventually turned into Chu Mu's love for the sword. The understanding of swordsmanship, the first glimpse of swordsmanship.
If it weren't for Zhao Tiemu's several protections, Chu Mu would not have said this to him. While saying this, Chu Mu became more determined in his heart, his steps became more steady, and his body became straighter. There seemed to be a faint aura that belonged to a sword, a sharp edge that could go forward without looking back and break all obstacles to reach the other side. The general trend is condensing and taking shape.
"Chu Mu is dead this time."
"Yes, Senior Brother Wang Feng, he is at the eighth level of Sword Qi Realm, and his thunder swordsmanship is well-known within the inner sect."
"Why can't I see the slightest bit of fear in Chu Mu? Instead, I feel that he is very determined, and even seems to have a little expectation."
"Anyway, this time, he is dead. Let's go and see the excitement."
When he reached the door of the cafeteria, he stepped out without any hesitation and strode forward, as if he was walking on a bright road, a road leading to the other side of the sword path.
With every step I take, my heart becomes firmer. I vaguely seem to understand something, but I can't catch it. There was just a strange feeling that made him feel as if he was resonating with the sword in his hand. A unique momentum was brewing... turning into a cocoon!
With just one glance, Chu Mu saw the person standing dozens of meters away and ignored the others. This was not only because the aura on this person was very strong, but also because there was no other person within dozens of meters around him. They all stayed away.
This person is Wang Feng. He is of medium build and wears a blue gown. He is about eighteen or nineteen years old. He has thick eyebrows and a pair of eyes full of anger. He is coming straight towards him, and his body contains a wave of faint thunderous fury.
As soon as Wang Feng returned to the Qingfeng Sword Sect, he knew that what happened to Wang Yi and Wang Lei, he didn't need to ask the reason, as long as he knew who did it, it was enough.
When he found out that he was just an outer sect disciple who had just entered the fourth stage of Sword Qi Realm for more than a month, he was stunned at first, and then he was filled with anger and murderous intent. He didn't care about rest and went straight to the outer sect that he usually didn't even look at. Disciple area.
Although he had other means to kill Chu Mu, but now, he just wanted to do it himself, otherwise, his anger would not go away.
However, when Wang Feng saw Chu Mu striding out of the cafeteria, he not only noticed that there was no trace of fear on Chu Mu's face, but also that there was no trace of fear in Chu Mu's eyes. On the contrary, there seemed to be a general trend gathering around him. This general trend actually made his breathing a little unsmooth for a moment.
"Okay, you are indeed quite capable. No wonder you can cut off Wang Lei's hand tendons." Wang Feng spoke again, his voice was like rolling thunder, exploding in everyone's ears, making many outer disciples look uncomfortable and feeling a buzzing in their ears. Sound.
"It's your own fault." He strode towards Wang Feng, feeling the thunderous fury coming from Wang Feng getting stronger and stronger, making it difficult for him to breathe. Withstanding Wang Feng's pressure, he walked forward step by step, closing the distance between him and Wang Feng.
"Okay, you are indeed very brave, but do you know that the inner disciples will only receive a slight punishment if they kill the outer disciples." Wang Feng's face was ferocious, and there was a hint of darkness in his eyes. He killed the murderer when he went out to practice. What the beast likes most is to anger the beast first, leaving a series of non-fatal wounds on its body, making the beast feel angry and desperate, and then finally kill the beast.
"If you want to kill me, let's see if you have the ability." Chu Mu said, the pressure was getting bigger and bigger, his breath was like an invisible wind blowing towards his face, and he let out a silent roar. When he was eight meters closer to Wang Feng, he stopped. This distance was already approaching the limit. If he got closer, his sword would be delayed.
"Hehehehe, you are really talented. Don't worry, I won't kill you right away. I will leave thirty-two wounds on your body first to let you experience the pain that Wang Chang Wang Yi suffered. I will cut off your hand tendons and hamstrings to make you deeply feel the torture and pain Wang Lei endured. Finally, I will pierce your heart with a sword and kill you." Wang Feng's face became even more ferocious, like a demon. The light in his eyes was extremely ferocious. The words spoken in such a gloomy and bloodthirsty tone made those who heard it shrink their necks subconsciously, couldn't help but take two steps back, and shuddered.
Chu Musi had no fear. He pulled out the fine steel sword and pointed the sword diagonally at the ground with his right hand. He concentrated on it and his eyes were as sharp as a sword, staring directly at Wang Feng. Every muscle in the body is beating, the sword energy in the Dantian is fully mobilized, and as Qingfeng prepares for the decisive blow, some of the mysteries about the wind that he has realized are also completely presented in his mind, and the air around him is slightly rhythmic, as if The breeze comes slowly.
This is the first time he has concentrated on it in the Ancient Sword Continent. The essence, energy and spirit are unified. This sword, he believes, will surpass the limit.
The general trend in his body seems to be gathering at an accelerated pace under this urging.
Wang Feng's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly felt as if the world around him had disappeared and was swallowed up by darkness. Only the person in front of him was constantly magnified in his eyes. His figure, momentum, and posture all made Wang Feng Feel threatened.
Wang Feng had to take it seriously. He drew his sword and threw the scabbard aside. The long sword dazzled and lay across his chest. The sword energy was mobilized and surged out. I saw hair-like white air currents spreading to the sword, flowing, exuding a terrifying and sharp aura that was suffocating.
The surrounding outer disciples had horrified expressions on their faces. They all held their breaths, their eyes widened, unblinking, for fear of missing this wonderful scene of life and death...
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