I really want to be a cook

The ordinary young man was holding a long sword with a green edge, and his figure was thin, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"I'm Yi Jifeng, disciple of Wanjian Villa, please enlighten me."

He was very polite.

"You must have heard what I said just now. My body is weak and I can't bear to fight for a long time. I only have one sword. Please appreciate it."

Qiye didn't speak, just moved the long sword.

Then the breeze picked up.

Yi Jifeng received the signal, smiled slightly and said:

"This trick is called Wanjian Guizong, and it is the unique skill of my Wanjian Villa. I have worked hard for ten years, but I can only get [-]% of its essence. Be careful."

The voice just fell.

Yi Jifeng's expression changed completely, all the warmth disappeared, replaced by a kind of madness.

With a movement of his body, the nine qi veins behind him were outlined and turned into a picture of a sword. Countless sword qi gushed out from the picture, densely covering the entire void in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, he squeezed the sword formula with both hands, and the Qingfeng long sword was suspended and flew by itself.

Swordsmanship!

The long swords of the guests in the field were all clanging at this moment, as if they were summoned away by Yi Jifeng at any time.

However, it is obvious that his skill has not yet arrived, and what he can control at this moment is only the thousands of sword qi behind him and the Qingfeng sword in his hand.

But even so, it was terrifying.

In just a few breaths, a storm of sword blades was faintly formed.

"go with!"

As soon as Yi Jifeng moved the sword formula in his hand, he could only hear the sound of the sword whistling in his ears, and the sharp sword lights turned into storms and hit Qiye.

"Good sword move."

Qiye nodded slightly, and seemed to agree with Yi Jifeng's move.

then……

boom!

A blast like a volcanic eruption appeared on Qiye's body, the surrounding wind was strong, and his clothes fluttered, and infinite suction suddenly appeared behind him, instantly turning into a violent sword vortex.

"This style, swallowing stars!"

I saw the long sword in Qiye's hand turned into streaks of light and shadow, its true face was no longer visible to the naked eye, and the sword skill that seemed to dazzle light swallowed everything.

So a seemingly ridiculous scene appeared in the field.

Yi Jifeng gathered thousands of sword qi and headed towards Qiye, but a spiral vortex appeared in front of Qiye, swallowing Yi Jifeng's sword qi completely.

One give, one swallow.

For a while, the scene fell into a stalemate.

However, everyone present was a grandmaster, and no one dared to underestimate it.

If they were to play, aside from other things, Yi Jifeng's two sword qis alone could make him suffer, not to mention that there were more than two sword qis in the arena, there were thousands of sword qi, and there were thousands of sword qi.

At the guest table.

Just as everyone watched the battle with bated breath, a moderate voice sounded:

"Cough cough, on this occasion, is there any dear friend with high vision who will come out and explain a thing or two?"

Naturally, the person who asked the question was Jiang Ping.

The face of Tie Ao, who was observing Qiye's moves intently, couldn't help but darken:

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb, so don't you understand?"

"I can understand."

Jiang Ping said with an aggrieved face: "But when there is so much tension and excitement, no one comes out to be a commentator, so I always feel that there is something missing.

And what if someone really doesn't understand?

Otherwise, father-in-law, you will be troubled and come to be this explainer. "

Tie Ao: "..."

He said he didn't want to talk, and gave Jiang Ping a supercilious look.

"Old Qiu, are you coming?"

Jiang Ping was bored, and tried to ask Qiu Daoyu beside him.

Qiu Daoyu's face darkened, and then slowly said:

"Wan Jian Villa's unique skill Wan Jian Guizong is the number one killing move of Wan Jian Villa. It is extremely powerful and can be singled out or attacked by a group.

Yi Jingyun, the current owner of Wanjian Villa, once used this sword to defeat three famous masters in a row with one against three.

As soon as this move is made, ten thousand swords follow, and he is the king of swords.

The person on the stage, Yi Jifeng, seems to be the direct descendant of Wanjian Villa. He found a new way to conceive sword energy with Qi veins, transforming the sword to hide thousands of sword energy inside, and once stimulated, thousands of sword energy can be awakened to accompany him.

Although it is inferior to the original Wanjian Guizong in terms of power, it is more convenient and simple, and does not require so much skill.

In the master's realm, once this sword is struck, the enemy can't do it without a pair of palms.

As for the other Xu Wu, his sword moves are strange, and he contains a unique devouring power. Now he has devoured so much sword energy and still doesn't feel tired. It's terrifying, really terrifying! "

Now, while watching the battle on the stage, everyone listened to Lao Qiu's commentary. They felt that the experience of watching the battle seemed to be much better in this way.

Jiang Ping also raised his legs and nodded in satisfaction.

Well, there is an internal taste, but it is still short of wrapping melon seeds.

As for whether Qiye could win, he never worried, it was just a matter of a few tricks.

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The commentary under the stage was in full swing, and everyone was fascinated by it.

The Martial Dao Grandmaster personally explained, but not all the time.

On the stage, Yi Jifeng only felt that he was facing a bottomless abyss, the sword energy he had worked so hard to accumulate was swallowed up, and his strong true energy turned from a great river into a trickle.

"I do not believe!"

Yi Jifeng gritted his teeth, and with a movement of the sword formula in his hand, several wisps of sword energy were squeezed out from the sword drawing behind him.

He didn't believe that the person opposite had no limit.

The opponent must be holding on, whoever persists to the end is the real winner!

sough! ! !

All the sword energy surrounds the Qingfeng sword hovering in mid-air, and a clear and transparent giant sword slowly condenses into shape.

"fall!"

The giant sword fell towards Qiye.

Qiye just raised his sword to block it, and saw that the vortex that had swallowed up the infinite sword energy just now looked like an hungry beast, opened its mouth wider, and the giant sword fell directly into the mouth.

Click click! !

The giant sword was chewed and swallowed inch by inch, every bite made Yi Jifeng's face turn pale.

The vortex of sword energy became bigger and bigger, and the speed of devouring the giant sword became faster and faster, and soon, it reached the real Qingfeng sword.

Pong!

The Qingfeng sword was directly chewed by the sword energy and turned into powder, as if it had never appeared in this world.

And Yi Jifeng finally couldn't hold on anymore, his face turned pale suddenly, even though he bit his lip tightly, blood still overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spit out.

Yi Jifeng's body couldn't help but soften, and he knelt on the ground with one knee and supported the ground with his hands:

"I... lost."

Qiye withdrew his sword lightly, as if he had broken a move and returned to his clan with ten thousand swords, but that's all.

He nodded slightly and said:

"I won't kill you."

Yi Jifeng smiled wryly: "I owe you my life."

After all, he stepped off the stage.

"Monsoon, are you alright?"

The man in the iron mask was very nervous. As the core of Wanjian Villa, he knew how much his juniors attached importance to this fourth son.

As long as he can overcome the inherent difficulties and break through the Grand Master, Wanjian Villa will respect him in the future.

But it's a pity that there is no one in a hundred from the grand master to the grand master, not to mention that Yi Jifeng is still a weak person, and his chances are reduced by [-]% in an instant.

Originally, he wanted to let him inherit the Heavenly Sword, use the powerful energy of the Heavenly Sword to purify his essence and reshape his body, so that it would be much easier to break through to the Grand Master.

But now it seems that there are so many capable swordsmen in the world, and he is still a little short.

Yi Jifeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said:

"I'm fine, uncle, since I've lost, I'll go down the mountain first.

I have some insights from this battle, and I want to go back to the villa to try it out, and you know, my body can only be cured in the villa. "

"Ok?"

The man in the iron mask hesitated, "Don't look any more?"

The other four factions have not made a move yet, and he also wants to see if this Xu Wu can defeat five games by himself.

What's more, Heavenly Sword is a myth of kendo, and now that he has the opportunity to see his true face, he doesn't want Yi Jifeng to give up this benefit.

Yi Jifeng suddenly smiled contemptuously:

"I've seen the peak, why should I care about the short mountain, that sword will be born sooner or later, I saw it early, but it made my sword heart confused."

The man in the iron mask pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll find two people to escort you back."

Before leaving, Yi Jifeng looked back at Qiye on the stage.

He has an intuition that if he can't digest the gains from this battle and successfully break through this time, then he will no longer be qualified to stand on his opponent's seat.

"Ahem, let's go."

Yi Jifeng took a healing medicine, wrapped in the cold spring wind, and went down the mountain with his two accompanying disciples.

……

"How to do?"

Although no one spoke, the eyes expressed the same meaning.

On the other hand, the man in the iron mask of Wanjian Villa stood up with the old god, anyway, he has already lost, and now he is the audience, just watch the show well.

Not to mention, seeing the allies who were standing on the side just now intrigues, it feels quite beautiful.

After all, he couldn't be the only one suffering.

"Cough cough."

Xie Chunqiu from Shenjian Villa coughed twice, suddenly broke away from the alliance of the four factions, and said:

"Donglai, haven't you always said that your peers are invincible in swordsmanship? Now let me see if you are qualified to say this."

"Hey, grandpa, just look at it, my big sword is already hungry and thirsty!"

Next to Xie Chunqiu, a young man holding a black black iron epee stood up with a full face.

Bang!

Xie Donglai dragged his epee directly onto the ring, and said loudly to Qiye: