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The black and white figures fought with equal strength.

No matter how large the tsunami caused, the two figures didn't seem to be injured in the slightest, nor did they slow down in their movements.

Shang Zifeng watched their every movement with rapt attention, and continuously recorded them in his mind.

He was shocked to discover that although the second move could only be activated at the second layer of the Nine Dragons Truth Technique, in terms of power, the first move was on par with the second.

The only difference was that the emphasis was different.

The first style's sword technique focused on surprise attacks, focusing on the suppression of speed and agility.

The second stance was a sublimation of the attack's strength and intensity, but its speed was correspondingly weaker.

The two sword moves were both extremely strange and extraordinary. As long as one was not a master swordsman, one would not be able to tell the difference.

Facing different enemies, one could choose to restrain his or her opponent's sword moves, which was the unique characteristic of the Nine Dragons Sword Technique.

Shang Zifeng was grinning from ear to ear.

The next moment, a shadow appeared at the side of the black and white figure, following the battle as it practiced its own sword moves.

This phantom was not like the black and white double shadows, where their faces could not be seen clearly. Instead, it was a handsome youth.

This man was Shang Zifeng!

The black and white figure's attacks continued. Shang Zifeng was also learning by the side in high spirits.

Four hours had passed, and he had finally memorized the entire first and second style of the Nine Dragons Sword Technique. Even the force of the palm wind and the force of the punch the black and white figures used in battle had also resounded in his mind.

After another two hours, Shang Zifeng had memorized all of the fist and palm moves, and was just short of using them in actual combat.

"Gulp, gulp …"

The sound of snoring rose and fell.

Shang Zifeng finally opened his eyes, looked at the sleeping snowball in his arms, and then looked at Ying Tian who was behind him on the bed.

Ying Tian could also be considered handsome, but Shang Zifeng never thought that such a handsome youth would have such a terrible sleeping appearance.

He really regretted sleeping in the same room as Ai Hui to save money.

This inn was considered one of the larger ones in Tong Zhou City, but the price was also very expensive.

Counting the price of the food and the money for the bounty, there was also the porcelain bowl that he had unintentionally broken.

All in all, it was a very painful price.

After a few struggles, Shang Zifeng decided to sleep in the same room as Ying Tian.

Now, he finally knew how rich the Pixia Palace was.

Even ordinary disciples had the ability to take out five top grade rooms at once!

One had to know that a lower class room cost five taels of gold!

Note that it is gold, not silver.

Not to mention a high-class room.

Just thinking about it made his liver hurt!

The night of midsummer was sultry.

In order to save money, he didn't bother to ask the waiter for ice. Shang Zifeng, who had been cultivating for a long time, finally had sweat trickling down his forehead.

Compared to the neatly dressed Shang Zifeng, Ying Tian appeared to be fearless.

Because at this very moment, he was … Sleeping naked.

His body was only covered by a thin blanket that covered his lower body. His legs were spread out in an octagonal shape, revealing thighs that were even more smooth than a woman's. His sleeping posture was extremely wretched.

"Gulp, gulp."

"HU, HU."

Listening to Snowball and Ying Tian's melodious, uninterrupted, yet rhythmic snores, Shang Zifeng helplessly closed his eyes once again.

Lay him down with a naked man... What a joke!

It would be better to continue training.

Just as Shang Zifeng was about to close his eyes, all of a sudden, a shadow flashed outside the door and Shang Zifeng's eyes opened wide.

Seeing that the door to the other room was easily opened from the outside, Shang Zifeng only felt a warm wind blow past his nose.

The next moment, a dark figure sat in front of him brazenly without even trying to hide.

There were no lights in the room, and with the light of the moon, Shang Zifeng could see that the person who came was a woman.

A beautiful girl with a slim figure and long hair.

She wore a long purple dress that covered her delicate toes.

Her snow-white neck was exposed, and when paired with the moonlight, it made her beautiful appearance even more perfect.

Shang Zifeng did not move, he just looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and blinked his eyes from time to time, as though he was in a trance.

To watch her pick up an apple from the table; to watch her crack it

She bit down on the apple and watched her stare at herself with her playful eyes.

Shang Zifeng was at a loss as to what to do. Four years.

Even though four years wasn't a long time, it wasn't short either. The person in front of him had also changed a lot.

However, he was still able to recognize this violet-robed woman at first glance.

The purple-clothed woman who had hidden deep in his memories and wanted to capture him and his third brother as slaves.

Mu Zining.

That's right, it was Mu Zining.

The current Mu Zining had grown a lot taller, and was even more graceful than she was four years ago.

If the her four years ago was still considered young, then the current her had already become an absolute beauty.

Compared to Hong Shan, she was not one bit inferior.

Looking at Shang Zifeng's handsome face in a daze, Mu Zining took another bite of the apple, and then ridiculed: "You can't tell? It had been half a day, but the beggar brat had now turned into a handsome young man. Oh, that's not right. It should be said that the good-for-nothing young master from four years ago had become a handsome young man! But you surprise me. Relying on his outstanding talent, he humiliated that young girl called Zhou Shucai to such an extent. "Under the stone pavilion, half a game of chess." 'With no leader, no wheels, no barracks, and no sounds, I attacked the army.' If I didn't see it with my own eyes and hear it with my own ears, I wouldn't believe that you had such talent! He could also play the zither, and he could also pair it with a couplet. Are you really a hedonistic young master? To be honest, why have you suddenly become so dejected after four years? Chased out by your family? "

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the tattered clothes that Shang Zifeng was wearing during the daytime hanging by the window. If you were to throw away that piece of clothing when you change your clothes, you probably won't be able to pounce on anything this time. "

Mu Zining said like a cannonball, causing callus to rise in Shang Zifeng's ears.

He did not respond to Mu Zining's teasing, and only indifferently said, "I didn't expect that after four years, we would actually meet Miss Mu again here. How have you been? "

On the surface, Shang Zifeng looked calm and collected, but in reality, his back was already covered in cold sweat.

The woman in front of him had released her vigor the moment she had entered the room. She was in the state of dharma.

Even if it was four years ago, Shang Zifeng didn't have the ability to identify martial arts strength, but when he thought back to how Mu Zining looked when she was meditating in Situ Ran's cell, that kind of visual sensation could at most be at the absolute beginning stage.

If Brother Dongfang and Su Jingqi were extremely talented, then they would be able to cultivate to the Nihility God Stage in just four short years in a place like Yuxu Peak that had plenty of nature's spirit energy and sun and moon essence.

Then wouldn't this Mu Zining be the genius amongst geniuses?

Either that, or her background was incomparable.

Not only does he have an extremely strong internal exercise, he also has sufficient support resources.

This was why she was able to reach such a valiant realm.

"What is it? Did you notice that I've become more beautiful? "Do you regret running away when I fainted?"

Mu Zining felt a sense of pride from Shang Zifeng's burning gaze.

Hmph, do you know how to think highly of me now?

I've been looking for you for four years!

I don't know where you and your timid third brother went to hide, but you've caused me so much trouble!

Wait, what was he thinking!?

Mu Zining's face suddenly turned red.

How could I have found you for four years? Obviously... It was clearly to find that scroll painting!

Somehow, when he saw Shang Zifeng being so handsome today, and recalled the short meeting he had with Shang Zifeng four years ago, Mu Zining's heart unconsciously throbbed faster.

A pair of spirited, beautiful eyes unconsciously looked at Shang Zifeng's face.

A girl's heart was so strange. They had only known each other for a few days, and during that time, there had been many conflicts.

However, even though it was just a short encounter, it was still better than meeting an enemy. After four years, not only did he not forget about it, he even became more clear on it.

However, when she thought back to how the person in front of him had not only not taken care of her when he was injured and unconscious, he had even abandoned her and ran away, Mu Zining felt a great deal of anger in her heart.

"You … You... What do you want to do?! "

Shang Zifeng was a little scared when he was stared at by Mu Zining.

Could it be that this crazy girl was thinking of another way to torture him?

In the past, she had suffered such a huge loss at his hands. Shang Zifeng didn't think that Mu Zining would still be unprepared for him like in the past.

Furthermore, with Mu Zining's current strength, it would be extremely easy for her to control him.

Mu Zining was startled, seeing Shang Zifeng's timid look, she laughed.

Her smile was very beautiful, and when matched with the moonlight at this moment, it seemed even more beautiful and spirited.

"What, are you afraid that I'll eat you?"

Shang Zifeng did not reply, but turned his head to look at the tattered clothes that he had taken off.

When he heard Mu Zining mention this piece of clothes, could it be that this clothes was tampered with by this girl without his knowledge, causing him to be unable to find it here?

Shang Zifeng sighed in his heart. Even so, he was still unwilling to throw away the clothes.

Even if all the holes in his clothes were broken, to the point where his original appearance could no longer be seen, Shang Zifeng was still unwilling to throw it away.

This was because this set of clothes was the attire of the Yuxu Sect's outer sect disciples. It was the only thing he remembered from when he left Yuxu Sect, other than the white jade pendant on his body.

It carried him far, far too much.

"Looks like you were there during the day. Why didn't you show up at the time? Why did you have to come and find me at night? "Could it be that you want to …"

Shang Zifeng pretended to look like a little girl, as a pair of vulgar eyes shot straight at Mu Zining's towering chest.

Licking the tip of his tongue, he said, "Now that I look at it, you are indeed more plump than you were four years ago. If you really want to... I can consider it! "

Since Mu Zining came knocking on her door again, she definitely did not come with good intentions.

Shang Zifeng purposely had a grandiose expression on his face, teasing Mu Zining with his words. It was also to distract her and divert her attention, so that he could take advantage of this opportunity to escape.

He no longer had any talismans that could instantly move his body, or even a decent weapon.

To defeat a Wuchong Stage expert with just his bare hands, unless the sun rose from the west, it was impossible!

The fist art from the Nine Dragon Technique appeared in his mind.

Just now when he was training, he had used this fist technique in concert with his sword art.

But Shang Zifeng could see that even after taking it out and using it alone, its power was still not reduced.

However, his cultivation time was still short and he was still unable to control his body.

Facing an expert of the Wuchong Stage, no matter how strong the fist technique was, it could not display its original effects.

What was he going to do?

Just as Shang Zifeng was wracking his brain to think of a way out, seeing his perverted eyes and frivolous words, Mu Zining's mind was indeed affected, his heart was beating wildly.

Instantly, embarrassment turned into rage.

She bit her lip and unhesitatingly drew the sword at her waist.

A red sword light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, it had reached Shang Zifeng's neck.

"You scoundrel!" Where are you looking? Look again. I'll dig out your eyes if you don't believe me! "