Wang Feng

The outer court disciples were divided into the north and south districts, but there was only one cafeteria.

However, the cafeteria was clearly divided into east and west. The west side was for the south side disciples, and the east side was for the north side disciples.

To be honest, this was the first time Chu Mu was able to sit comfortably on a chair on the east side after moving to the north side. He was able to relax and enjoy the food.

Memories told him that Chu Mu used to sit on the west side and admire the east side. Now, he was sitting on the east side. Things had changed, but he had fulfilled a small wish of the original owner.

"The food on the east side is indeed incomparable to the food on the west side." He thought as he ate.

The original owner's memories told him that the food on the west side was very ordinary. It was like a common meal, but it was enough to fill one's stomach. On the other hand, the food on the east side was meticulously cooked. Whether it was the ingredients, the taste, or the nourishment, they were all better than the food on the west side. They could nourish the body and replenish the energy consumed during daily cultivation. For example, honey steamed bear paw, tiger bone ginseng soup, and so on. The taste was not inferior to the food personally made by the chef of a star hotel on Earth. From this point, it could be seen that the Sword Faction treated disciples who had not reached the fourth stage of the Sword Qi Realm differently.

It was very simple. Anyone who was willing to cultivate could reach the third stage of the Sword Qi Realm. However, not everyone could reach the fourth stage of the Sword Qi Realm. A swordsman could only be considered to have touched the surface of a swordsman after cultivating to the fourth stage. They were barely qualified to be called a swordsman.

Today was the fifteenth day since Xiao Qianfeng made the bet. It was also the nineteenth day since Chu Mu broke through the fourth stage and entered the north side.

In these nineteen days, his strength had increased by leaps and bounds. Now, Dacheng with the Soaring Cloud Sword Art and Dacheng with the Clear Wind Sword Art felt that they had touched upon a deeper level of mysteries related to the mysteries of the wind. This caused the Clear Wind Sword Art's power to increase by several times. With this kind of strength, he should be able to defeat an outer court disciple at the sixth stage of the Sword Qi Realm.

As for the seventh stage, the gap was too big. Chu Mu could not estimate, but one thing was certain. If an inner court disciple at the seventh stage of the Sword Qi Realm took the full force of the Clear Wind Sword Art head-on, even if they did not die, they would be seriously injured.

After making some progress, Chu Mu only cultivated for half a day. He planned to give himself half a day off, so he came here to eat.

Naturally, Chu Mu became the center of attention at the first moment. There was a lot of discussion, but he didn't care.

"Injuring Wang Chang, Wang Yi, and severing Wang Lei's tendons, the upper echelons of the Sword Faction didn't seem to have any reaction. Does this mean that this kind of matter isn't at the level of breaking the sect's rules, or is there some other reason? And Wang Feng, it seems that he hasn't returned to the Sword Sect yet. " As he ate, he suddenly thought of this matter and thought to himself, "No matter what, it's best if there's no reaction. It'll save me a lot of trouble. In the afternoon, after the bet with Xiao Qianfeng was completed, Xiao Qianfeng's expression changed. If I win, I'll go to Sword Pavilion and contribute Dazzling Breeze to get contribution points. I'll use the contribution points to exchange for pills to improve my sword qi cultivation. Then, I'll go out to train. If I lose, I'll see what Xiao Qianfeng's conditions are before making my decision. However, it's impossible for me to lose! "

If it was before he had comprehended some of the mysteries of the wind, he might not have dared to be certain. However, after comprehending some of the mysteries of the wind, he was completely confident that he would win.

"Chu Mu, get out here and face your death!"

Suddenly, a loud shout filled with murderous intent rang out from outside the cafeteria. It shook the cafeteria, and there was a faint rumble of thunder.

Chu Mu raised his head to look, but he ignored it. Instead, he picked up a piece of bear paw meat and put it in his mouth.

"Who dares to tell Chu Mu to get out here and face his death? Doesn't he know that Chu Mu is now the number one sword cultivator among us outer disciples?" An outer disciple whispered.

"Who knows?"

At this time, a figure hurriedly ran in and rushed towards Chu Mu. It was Zhao Tiemu, and he had a panicked and anxious expression on his face.

"Chu Mu, leave through the back door quickly. Wang Feng has returned and is looking for you outside." Zhao Tiemu hurriedly shouted when he saw Chu Mu raise his head to look at him.

"Wang Feng has returned." Chu Mu's heart relaxed. What was meant to come would come in the end. Immediately, he put down his chopsticks, grabbed his sword, stood up, and strode towards the main entrance of the cafeteria.

"Chu Mu, the back door is over there. Leave through the back door." Zhao Tiemu hurriedly 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 block. At the same time, he said softly, "Rather break than bend, rather break than bend, unyielding and unforgiving, fearless. You don't need to hesitate or worry about any obstacles or resistance. Believe in the sword in your hand. With the sword in your hand, you can cut through all obstacles and go straight to the other side of the sword path! "

When these words reached Zhao Tiemu's ears, Zhao Tiemu was suddenly stunned and froze like a statue, not moving at all.

These words had always been Chu Mu's thoughts. They were the portrayal of him as the "youngest swordsmanship master" on Earth. They were also the unwillingness and obsession in the depths of Chu Mu's soul on the Ancient Sword Continent. In the end, they transformed into Chu Mu's understanding of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and the first glimpse of the sword path.

If it weren't for Zhao Tiemu's protection several times, Chu Mu wouldn't have said these words to him. While saying these words, Chu Mu became more determined. His steps became steadier and his body straightened. Vaguely, there seemed to be a kind of momentum that belonged to the sword. A sharp momentum that would never look back and break all obstacles to go straight to the other side was condensing and taking shape.

"Chu Mu is doomed this time."

"Yes, Senior Brother Wang Feng is at Stage 8 of the Sword Qi Realm. His Thunderbolt Swordsmanship is famous in the inner sect."

"Why don't I see any fear in Chu Mu? Instead, I feel that he is very determined and even a little expectant."

"No matter what, he is doomed this time. Let's go and watch the show."

Walking to the entrance of the cafeteria, Wang Feng stepped out without hesitation. It was as if he was walking on a bright path, a path that would lead him to the other side of the Sword Dao.

With every step he took, his heart became more determined. He seemed to have comprehended something, but he was unable to grasp it. There was a strange feeling that made him feel as if the sword in his hand was resonating with him. A unique aura was brewing … Cocoon Transformation!

With just a glance, Chu Mu saw the person standing a few dozen meters away. He ignored everyone else, not only because the aura on this person's body was extremely dense, but also because there was no one else within a few dozen meters. Everyone was staying far away.

This person was Wang Feng. He had a medium build, wore a cyan gown, and appeared to be around eighteen or nineteen years old. His eyebrows were thick, and his eyes were filled with fury. His body even contained a faint fluctuation of thunderous fury.

As soon as Wang Feng returned to the Qingfeng Sword Sect, he knew what had happened to Wang Chang, Wang Yi, and Wang Lei. He did not need to ask for the reason. He only needed to know who did it.

When he found out that it was only an outer disciple who had entered the Sword Qi Realm for only a month, he was first stunned. Then, he was filled with anger and killing intent. He did not have time to rest and rushed to the outer disciple area, which he usually did not care about.

Although he had other methods to toy with Chu Mu, he wanted to do it himself. Otherwise, his anger would not be quenched.

However, when Wang Feng saw Chu Mu striding out of the cafeteria, not only did he notice that there was no fear on Chu Mu's face, but there was also no fear in his eyes. On the contrary, there seemed to be a great aura gathering around him. This aura actually made it difficult for him to breathe.

"Good, you do have some skills. No wonder you could sever the tendons in Wang Lei's hand." Wang Feng spoke again. His voice was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears. Many of the outer disciples felt uncomfortable and their ears were buzzing.

"You only have yourself to blame." Walking towards Wang Feng, Ye Futian felt that the anger coming from Wang Feng was getting stronger and stronger, making it difficult for him to breathe. Ye Futian resisted Wang Feng's pressure and walked forward step by step, closing the distance between him and Wang Feng.

"Good, you do have guts. However, do you know that an inner disciple who kills an outer disciple will only receive a light punishment?" Wang Feng's face was ferocious, and there was a hint of darkness in his eyes. When he went out to train, his favorite thing to do was to enrage the ferocious beasts and leave them with wounds that were not fatal. He would make the ferocious beasts feel anger and despair before finally killing them.

"You want to kill me? Let's see if you have the ability." Chu Mu said. The pressure was getting stronger and stronger. His aura was like an invisible gale blowing towards Ye Futian. When Ye Futian was eight meters away from Wang Feng, he stopped. This distance was already the limit. If he got any closer, it would cause his sword to slow down.

"Hehehehe, you do have guts. Don't worry, I won't kill you immediately. I will leave thirty-two wounds on your body first, letting you experience the pain that Wang Lei and Wang Yi had to endure. Then, I will break the tendons in your arms and legs, letting you experience the pain and suffering that Wang Lei had to endure. Finally, I will stab my sword into your heart and kill you. "Wang Feng's face was even more ferocious, like a demon. His eyes revealed an incomparably ferocious light.

Using such a gloomy and bloodthirsty tone to say those words made the people who heard it subconsciously shrink their necks and involuntarily take two steps back.

Chu Mu was not afraid at all. He pulled out his steel sword and pointed it at the ground with his right hand. His gaze was as sharp as a sword as he stared at Wang Feng. Every muscle in Ye Futian's body was twitching. The sword Qi in his dantian was fully activated. He was preparing for the Killing Breeze. Some of the mysteries of wind that he had comprehended completely appeared in his mind. The air around him moved rhythmically like a gentle breeze.

This was the first time in the Ancient Sword Continent that he was fully focused on something. He believed that this sword attack would surpass his limits.

His aura seemed to be gathering at a faster speed under this kind of stimulation.

Wang Feng's expression suddenly changed. He suddenly had a feeling that the world around him had disappeared, swallowed by darkness. Only the person in front of him was constantly enlarging in his eyes. His figure, his aura, and his posture all made Wang Feng feel threatened.

Wang Feng had no choice but to take this seriously. He pulled out his sword and threw the scabbard to the side. The longsword flashed in front of his chest, and sword Qi surged out. Streaks of hair-like white Qi spread to the body of the sword. They flowed and emitted a terrifyingly sharp aura that made people feel suffocated.

The surrounding outer disciples were all shocked. They all held their breaths. Their eyes were wide open, and they did not even blink. They were afraid that they would miss this exciting life and death battle …