I’m Really Not A Peerless Expert

"Sword, kendo, when will I realize your true meaning?"

Yan Xiaofeng walked on the street with people coming and going, looking very dazed.

He is a genius of the Holy Sword Palace. He cultivated Martial Dao at the age of eight. He was exposed to kendo at the age of ten. He became the first genius of the Holy Sword Palace at the age of 15.

At the age of twenty, he cultivated the Supreme Sword Technique "Flying Immortals outside the sky", and his sword skills surpassed his own master, and became the fastest person in the history of the Holy Sword Palace to cultivate the flying immortals outside the sky.

From then on, Yan Xiaofeng's kendo encountered bottleneck.

For three years, he stayed in place, unable to realize the higher Realm of Kendo.

The master told him that his kendo suddenly stagnated because of his fast cultivation speed and unstable mood.

But in a blink of an eye, he was out for more than a year.

Kendo not only does not have half Ascension, but also degenerates due to mental disorder.

At this moment, there is already a mess.

I don't know where I am going, I don't know where I am going.

Can only be confused, shuttle through the crowd.

Unknowingly, Yan Xiaofeng came to the front of Fuyuan Inn. Suddenly, a strong breath rushed out from the Fuyuan Inn, causing Yan Xiaofeng to wake up suddenly, and his hairs stood upright in an instant.

"How can this little mortal town have such a terrifying atmosphere?"

Yan Xiaofeng instantly entered a state of battle.

But soon, that powerful breath was fleeting, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Xiaofeng's eyes were like electricity, shooting into the Fuyuan Inn.

I saw the shopkeeper slowly opening a painting and calligraphy, showing it off to everyone humbly. The people in the inn were all startled and surrounded curiously.

In the inn, there is no Practitioner, all are mortals.

However, the calligraphy and painting in the hands of the shopkeeper, unexpectedly...

Dao patterns are pervasive, exuding a terrifying atmosphere of the great road.

The horrible aura that made Yan Xiaofeng's hair stand upright just now came out the moment the shopkeeper opened the calligraphy and painting.

"This is……"

Yan Xiaofeng was shocked, even in his vision, he had never seen such a terrifying calligraphy and painting.

In the Palace of the Sacred Sword, his master regarded it as a treasure. The "Sword under the Heaven" that was created by the famous painter himself is not the same as this painting and calligraphy.

Yan Xiaofeng was full of enthusiasm and rushed into Fuyuan Inn.

Inside the Fuyuan Inn, there are all praises and praises.

"It deserves to be a masterpiece from Young Master Chen, it can be called the top grade!"

"Lao Wang, you are a common man, do you understand Master Chen's paintings? Give it to me, and I will give you twice the price!"

"Yes, Chen Gongzi's paintings, how can you be a vulgar person who runs an inn, can appreciate it, or transfer it to me, I will give you three times the price!"

Seeing everyone drooling at this painting and calligraphy and envy and hatred towards themselves, Lao Wang was so proud.

"What's wrong with me as a vulgar person who runs an inn? You only see my appearance but not my hot heart. Or Chen Gongzi understands me and give me this painting and calligraphy!" Old Wang said proudly.

"Bah, don't put gold on your face. If you didn't rely on Mr. Chen every day, Mr. Chen would sell you this painting and calligraphy to a vulgar person?"

"Huh! This is the gap between you ordinary people and Chen Gongzi. Since I was a child, I have the feeling of being a swordsman and a chivalrous man. Therefore, Chen Gongzi sold me this'swordsman picture' to comfort my life. I know how old I am. King, too, Young Master Chen!"

Yan Xiaofeng walked into the inn, frowning.

It is a blasphemy for these paintings to make these mortals comment.

In my heart, he even despises the young master Chen who sold this painting and calligraphy.

To sell such a treasure is definitely an illiterate waste.

Yan Xiaofeng was about to get angry and scolded these mortals who blaspheme the treasure.

Suddenly, the painting he had been staring at seemed to have become a world.

The river is rolling and the breeze is fading.

He can hear the sound of water and feel the breeze blowing on his face.

The grass is green and butterflies are flying.

He can smell the fragrance of green grass and the fragrance of earth.

Above the painting, the swordsman dressed in black, wearing a hat, and his back facing all living beings exudes an aura of pride in the world. Sword intent condenses into light and bursts out of his body.

"Hanjiang Guying, old ancestor of Rivers and Lakes, why do we know each other before!"

He stood facing the river and sighed.

Lonely and arrogant, lonely and lonely!

boom!

Suddenly, True Qi in Yan Xiaofeng's body boiled.

breakthrough!

Cang!

The sword on Yan Xiaofeng's back made the sound of swords.

Actually...

Sword intent is condensed!

"This, this, this..."

Yan Xiaofeng was dumbfounded.

Suddenly, he seemed to see the blue sky aside from the fog.

A broad road appeared in front of the misty area.

The higher Realm of his kendo is... Sword intent!

"Just watching, let me Cultivation Base breakthrough First Stage, Kendo Realm suddenly sublimated, what a terrible painting. Who did this painting come from?"

In front of Yan Xiaofeng's eyes, calm had been restored.

That painting is still a painting.

However, his heart has just started a frenzy.

"Boss, how much is your painting and calligraphy, sell it to me!" Yan Xiaofeng was excited and intolerable.

"Who are you? Is it your turn?" Before Lao Wang could speak, the saliva of countless people almost drowned Yan Xiaofeng.

"Naturally, I will not sell this painting and calligraphy. I will take it back and mount it as a family heirloom. Don't bother with it. If you really want it, you can go to Master Chen!" Lao Wang Put away the "Swordsman Picture".

The purpose of showing off has been achieved, and if it continues, I am afraid that it will cause competition, but it is enough.

"Hey!" The crowd sighed, but they disappeared in regret.

Can ordinary people buy Chen Gongzi's paintings and calligraphy?

Only those whom Mr. Chen can value, he will sell.

normal person!

snort!

Even if the money is gone, it may not be able to win Master Chen's attention.

"Boss, who are you talking about Young Master Chen? He still has such paintings and calligraphy?" Yan Xiaofeng asked, how can I listen to Lao Wang, as if I would ask Young Master Chen to get such paintings.

"This'Swordsman Picture' was created by Young Master Chen, what do you think?" Old Wang said impatiently.

This person hadn't even heard of Young Master Chen's name. He seemed to be a foreigner, so naturally he was less patient.

"What? You mean...this ‘Swordsman Picture’ was created by Young Master Chen? Are you serious?" Yan Xiaofeng's eyes widened and he stared at Old Wang incredulously.

"Can this be false? Just ask someone to ask, who would dare to say that this is not the real work of Young Master Chen?" Old Wang squinted at Yan Xiaofeng.

"Where is Master Chen now?" Yan Xiaofeng gasped.

"I just left and went over there. But I advise you..." Before Lao Wang finished his words, Yan Xiaofeng turned into a wind and rushed out.

"Why do you run so fast? Even if you find Young Master Chen, will Young Master Chen paint you?" Lao Wang curled his lips, begging Young Master Chen to paint more, how many people can get it?

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