Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

Mo Feng's swordsmanship was well-known throughout the entire Yunqi. No newcomer could defeat an instructor so easily in just one month. Even though this instructor had not been on the battlefield for many years and many of his war instincts had degenerated, he had seen blood.

In an instant, Mo Feng's ability had been raised to a level comparable to that of another genius among the Yunqi.

The first person under the general's command is Yunqi Yanqing.

Almost the future number one swordsman. He was also young, only slightly older than Mo Feng, and also the best swordsman in Luofu.

Twenty seconds... The instructor could only hold out for twenty seconds under his own hands, and this was the result after testing for fifteen seconds. If he used all his strength sooner, perhaps he would be able to finish sooner.

Mo Feng did not feel any joy. It should be said that he lost his joy when he was harmed and lost everything.

"Mo Feng, you seriously injured the instructor, what crime should you be punished for!" The new instructor is Pierre's old friend. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, only people with the same bad character will gather together. The first thing he did after taking office was not to lead the team to the front line, but to hold people accountable.

"Do you also want to bet your life with me? If I win, my sins will be forgiven, okay?" Mo Feng tilted his head expressionlessly, his murderous intent overflowing like a devil crawling out of hell, "If I lose, why not give you my life?"

Mo Feng's aura completely overwhelmed the new instructor, leaving him speechless.

I am not so stupid as to risk my life with a young man. There are plenty of chances to kill him on the battlefield.

"Is this the rising star of Cloud Riders?" Suddenly, with rounds of applause, an extremely young boy, or should we say, a brat, came over clapping his hands and glared at the new instructor, "Are you tired of living?"

"Lord Yanqing..." The newly appointed instructor had cold sweat on his forehead. Even though he was more than ten times older than Yanqing, as the general's favorite, almost no one in the Yunqi Army would disobey Yanqing's will.

"Get out of here and treat geniuses with some respect! Forget about getting your military pay in the next six months, and you will be stripped of your position as Yunqi instructor." Yan Qing said.

"Lord Yanqing is innocent--" The instructor was captured by the Yunqi brought by Yanqing.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Yan Qing. I am a sword fanatic. I came here to ask Brother Mo about swords. May I do you the honor?" Yan Qing said with a smile. When he learned that there was such a genius among the Cloud Riders, he could not let go of his love for swords for a long time. He just found out yesterday and rushed here quickly.

Competing with others in sword skills is one of his few hobbies.

No one in Luofu Yunqi can match him, and he has always longed for a real strong man to compete with him.

Mo Feng raised his sword, his expression remained unchanged: "Yes."

"You are worthy of being recognized by Fu Taibu, but this sword is too shabby. Come, give me the sword from the general's mansion." Yan Qing said with a smile.

Yunqi flew forward quickly and handed Mo Feng a sword as sharp as ice. Just getting close to it made people shiver.

"This is the Yuntian Sword, given to Brother Mo as a gift. Just consider it as a small token of appreciation from Yanqing. Otherwise, this fight will be meaningless." Yanqing explained.

Mo Feng would not be polite in such matters.

The sword in his hand was replaced with a real weapon, not the original tetanus blade. Moreover, Yuntian was a top-grade weapon, and it should be regarded as a peerless magic weapon in the entire Luofu.

"Be careful." Yan Qing did not hold back and summoned six flying swords to form a sword formation.

When dealing with geniuses, he would never be careless. Even though this person only defeated an instructor of Yunqi, the murderous intent he exuded was enough to tell that he was no ordinary person.

Anyone who has practiced sword skills to Yan Qing’s level can infer the opponent’s strength simply by looking at the way his opponent holds the sword.

What's more, he has the endorsement of that great fortune teller.

Mo Feng didn't say anything. When the flying sword came, his figure disappeared like a ghost. With the help of the sword formation, Yan Qing could capture Mo Feng's trajectory, but the trajectory could only be captured for a moment, and every time he reacted, his position would change greatly.

For a moment, frost splashed on the scene, and once the flying sword fell, ice flowers would bloom. Yan Qing felt that he had not had such a good fight for a long time. The general always let him win, and he was not satisfied with his training at all.

(Jing Yuan: Is there a possibility that I really can’t defeat you without the help of the God Lord?)

"A killing move." A sharp frost sword suddenly jumped out from the shadows, and the attack was aimed at Yan Qing's heart.

Fortunately, Yan Qing had anticipated this and dodged to the side.

The entire competition lasted for three full hours, and neither side was able to do anything to the other.

The two sides were obviously fighting each other from the afternoon to night, and several large holes were punched through the training ground.

"Brother Mo's swordsmanship is sharp. Since we can't do anything to each other, how about leaving the chess piece blank?" In the end, it was Yan Qing who sent out a ceasefire signal.

Mo Feng's figure emerged from the shadows.

If it was the original Tetanus Blade, it would have been shaved off. Fortunately, Yuntian's material was strong enough to withstand such a high-intensity fight, but even Yuntian had lost its original luster at this time, which showed how fierce the battle was.

"Brother Mo is very talented, how about joining the General's Mansion? General Jingyuan will definitely appreciate Brother Mo's talent." Yan Qing threw out an olive branch. He had this idea two hours ago when he was still competing with Mo Feng. Such a great talent is exactly what the general needs. It's a pity that he is just a short-lived species, otherwise he should be entrusted with important tasks.

If he were just a short-lived species, the time he could shine for the General's Mansion would be too short, and many tasks that require years of hard work would be too much for him to handle.

But this is enough to be the pinnacle of ordinary people. After all, the reason for leaving the Cloud Cavalry Army is to be appreciated by big shots, and fighting hard on the battlefield to earn military merits is to climb to a higher position.

"Excuse me for refusing." Mo Feng rejected Yan Qing's kindness.

Just like when he refused to join the Kamikaze Force, he made another incredible move.

The place that countless people are scrambling to go to seems worthless in Mo Feng's eyes.

Even Mo Feng himself didn't know why he gave such an answer. He was just following his inner desire.

In fact, Mo Feng's mentality had changed through repeated self-hypnosis. His obsession with finding the meaning of life turned into an obsession with living for others, and he himself was not even very aware of it.

Subconsciously, he only wanted to be a sword in Fu Xuan's hand in this life.

Due to various reasons, he finally gradually became pathological and took on the form of matter rather than a human.

"That's such a pity. Brother Mo will be going to the battlefield soon. Yanqing would like to wish Brother Mo prosperity in martial arts." Yanqing bowed and slowly left.

"Not enough—" Mo Feng put away the sword, slowly took out a jade pendant and wiped it carefully, as if thinking about something. The jade pendant glowed pink under the white moonlight, so soft that it seemed to heal all the scars in the world.

Mo Feng didn't know why his mind was full of thoughts about these fancy things.

Although quite unrealistic.

But this idea was quite clear in Mo Feng's mind.