Chapter 3385: Horseshoe Disease in the Spring Breeze

In the main hall, Chen Ping stood respectfully with a very serious expression.

Sitting in front of him were the sect master Yi Lei and six sect elders. These important figures of the Feini Sect, with Chen Ping's qualifications, were usually not qualified to meet him. However, after today's competition, Chen Ping was brought into the main hall.

"Chen Ping." Yi Lei muttered.

"Disciple is here." Chen Ping bowed and raised his hands.

"Tell me, where did you learn your sword skills?" Yi Lei asked.

When Chen Ping and Lu Meng fought, the sword techniques they used were very similar to the 'Seven Nights Crazy Sword', but they seemed to be more mysterious than the 'Seven Nights Crazy Sword'. Not only did they only have the first move, Chen Ping also used the second and third moves. Style, extremely powerful.

Chen Ping took a deep breath. He had already calculated his words in his mind. He cupped his hands to Yi Lei and several elders and said, "To inform the sect master and elders, I am indeed using the life-and-death level martial arts 'Qiye' collected by our sect." "Crazy Sword", it's just that the disciple learned the first move very early, and has always been troubled by the lack of subsequent moves."

"That day, after the disciple was injured by Lu Meng, he went to the valley to sharpen his sword skills alone. One day he was so tired that he fell asleep on the grass and had a dream. In the dream, a senior taught the junior this skill. Sword skills." Chen Ping answered truthfully.

Yi Lei and several elders frowned. This statement was a bit too forced. There were many disciples practicing sword skills in Feini Sect. Why did Chen Ping have a dream, in which a senior taught him this? Mysterious and exquisite sword skills, but there are also some rumors that some martial arts are practiced to the extreme, and they can start inheritance and get guidance from the founders.

This kind of thing has never happened in Feini Sect, but there are records about it in some of the collected classics.

"Chen Ping, this may be your chance. You are obsessed with swordsmanship and may have been inherited by the creator of the 'Seven Nights Crazy Sword'." Yi Lei said, "From now on, I will accept you as a true disciple and practice well. The future is limitless.”

"Thank you, Sect Master." Chen Ping looked excited and knelt down with a thud.

"Still calling you Sect Master?" Yi Lei frowned slightly, pretending to be displeased.

"Chen Ping, meet the master." Chen Ping kowtowed and kowtowed three times respectfully. As a true disciple, he will be vigorously cultivated by the Feini Sect, and the master will personally teach the practice. For Chen Ping, this day seems to be a special one. As if in a dream, when he left the hall, he still felt that this was a dream.

"I, Chen Ping, finally stand out!" Chen Ping couldn't control himself and roared into the air.

He has no background, no talent in cultivation, and is often bullied in Feini Sect. He has been bullied and looked down upon. Now he just wants to express his happiness, "Let's go and go to Brother Niu for a drink. Such a happy thing must be done." tell him."

After Chen Ping left, Yi Lei looked at the elders and asked, "Elders, do you think Chen Ping is telling the truth?"

"Well, it should be the truth. I just used my spiritual sense to probe him. He was in a stable state of mind, without any panic. Moreover, Chen Ping has been in Feini Sect for many years and we all know his background. There is no need for him to lie." A white-haired elder said.

"Well, maybe he really has a chance. I will accept him as my personal disciple and I will train him with all my heart in the future." Yi Lei nodded.

In Zhuo Bufan's small courtyard, Chen Ping walked in with two bottles of wine and said with a smile, "Brother Niu, I'll treat you to a drink. I'm so happy today."

"Chen Ping, congratulations, you won the group championship." Zhuo Bufan smiled lightly.

"I don't care about the group championship, but I was really happy when I knocked Lu Meng flying out and let out a bad breath." Chen Ping's face was red and he poured the wine, "Brother Niu, I'm in the Feini Sect. I don’t have many friends. You are my good friend, Chen Ping. You don’t mind my humble background. Come, let’s have a drink.”

"Okay, I'll drink a glass of wine with you." Zhuo Bufan picked up the glass, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

It could be seen that Chen Ping was really happy. Zhuo Bufan looked at him and couldn't help but think of his young self, who was titled the Young King of Jinling. He was so high-spirited that he swallowed the sun and the moon with anger. He was proud of the spring breeze and had horse hoofs, and saw all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

The two of them drank wine, and Chen Ping's happiness and excitement, as well as his high spirits, also infected Zhuo Bufan.

Since becoming the overlord, as his strength has continued to increase, his parents and family have been protected and lived a peaceful life. Even if they encountered some troubles, they have survived without any danger. It is difficult for Zhuo Bufan to recall his young self and how he was like an ordinary person. Likewise, no matter how much suffering you endured when you were young, as you get older and recall those sufferings, you will only have a slightly sour feeling, and you will never be able to regain the original feeling.

"Brother Niu, there is another happy event." Chen Ping drank three glasses of wine in a row, raised his head, and his eyes were a little red.

"Oh, what's the happy event?" Zhuo Bufan asked with a smile.

"The sect master has officially accepted me as his direct disciple. He will personally teach me martial arts in the future, and the training resources within Feini Sect will also increase." Chen Ping said excitedly.

"This is a good thing, I'm happy to celebrate." Zhuo Bufan smiled.

The two drank two bottles of wine before Chen Fang left. Zhuo Bufan sat alone in the yard, looking at the sky, and couldn't help but think, I have been trapped in Miracle Palace No. 7 for ten years, and the four top mysteries are all here. As I improve through cultivation, I have been unable to condense the 'Dao Heart Realm'. What exactly is my Dao Heart?

After the Feini Sect's competition, the sect temporarily calmed down, and about three days later, the annual competition between Feini Sect and Feiliu Sect began. The two sects take turns every year, and this year it happened to be Feiliu's turn. The sect was held, and early in the morning, except for the disciples who stayed to guard the mountain gate, the rest of them, about a thousand people, flew into the sky towards Feiliu Sect.

The Feiliu Sect is only a few hundred miles away from the Feini Sect and is located on several hills. The sect is about the same size as the Feini Sect. The leader of the Feiliu Sect is named ‘Qi Yu’ and he has a son named Qi Jun.

That Qi Jun is the lover of Xiyu Pavilion Master.

Many disciples fell on the square of Feiliu Sect. The two sects used to be the same sect, but due to conflicting ideas, they parted ways. It can't be said to be a deep hatred, but generations of sect leaders secretly competed with each other.

Lei Lei has already been arranged in the square, and seats have also been arranged. Only the sect leader and elders, or people with higher status in the sect can sit down. The other disciples can only stand around and watch.

"Master Yi." Feiliu Sect, a middle-aged man in gray robes, came forward with several elders and cupped his hands.

"Master Qi, in this sect competition, our Feini Sect will not lose to your Feiliu Sect again." Yi Lei also handed over and said with a smile.

"Winning or losing is normal, and our Fei Liu Sect doesn't take it seriously. However, it may not be easy for Lu Feng to defeat Qi Jun." Qi Yu smiled faintly.

As soon as the top leaders of both sides met, there was a sense of tit-for-tat. Lu Feng lost to Qi Jun in the last Zong competition, which made Feinizong feel resentful and always wanted to regain his face in this year's competition.