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Chapter 39

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Yang Feng looked at the girl and saw that she was pretty good looking, so he showed a gentle smile and explained: "There is no need to chant. I just said that Qi is one. In fact, the so-called Qi is the Yuan Energy in a martial artist's body. When the Yuan Energy reaches a certain level of purity and concentration, which is the Sky Origin Stage, one can use Qi to control a sword, such as this."

Finished speaking, Yang Feng flipped his hand and an azure sword flashed out from his storage ring, the sharp blade emitting bursts of cold light.

Long Bufan's eyes lit up, thinking in his heart, "This storage ring is quite pretentious, and it's also convenient to carry things. If I had known earlier, I would have bet with him on this. What a mistake ~"

He didn't know that the value of the White Jade Sword he won from Yang Feng was many times higher than the storage ring.

This was one of the reasons why Yang Feng hated Long Yue so much. The White Jade Sword was capable of recovering Yuan Energy during battle. It could be said that it had surpassed ordinary Mortal-step weapons and was classified as a mid-grade Earth-step Prized Artifact. Its value was immeasurable. Moreover, Yang Feng could only barely use a high-grade Mortal-step Prized Artifact.

Just as Long Bufan was thinking about how to get a storage ring, Yang Feng's toes lightly touched the ground, his body as light as a swallow, and he stood on top of the sword.

Whoosh — —

Suddenly, Yang Feng controlled his sword with his mind. Like a bolt of cyan lightning, he flew towards the crowd in front of him with an imposing aura. He didn't deviate from his original position and stood in the air above Long Bufan's head. If one looked from a distance, it would seem as if he was stepping on Long Bufan's head.

"Amazing!"

The disciples present suddenly went into an uproar, their eyes blooming with admiration.

The girl sitting next to Long Bufan excitedly stood up and applauded, looking like a love-struck fool.

Everyone was in high spirits to see Sword Controlling Flight at such a close distance, only Long Bufan's face showed a trace of displeasure. This kid was clearly provoking and humiliating him, but his cultivation was not as strong as Yang Feng's. Last time, he was able to beat him by luck because Yang Feng was too arrogant and only used 20% of his strength.

"It's a small world, let's wait and see." Long Bufan touched his nose. Since his fist was not as big as Yang Feng's, he could only endure.

"I want you to know that in my eyes, you are just an ant under my feet." Yang Feng's eyes showed a trace of ridicule. With a flash of sword light, he returned to his previous position.

"Well, next, I will demonstrate the basic swordsmanship skills."

Other than targeting Long Bufan, Yang Feng's explanation was indeed very accurate. He demonstrated the attack and defense skills of pointing the sword, thrusting the sword, cutting the sword back, and lifting the sword.

"You, come up here and demonstrate it!"

Pointing his sword forward, Yang Feng suddenly shouted.

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing at, and their gazes were all gathered on Long Bufan.

, Yang Feng's's's', White Jade Sword, White Jade, White Jade Sword, White jade white jade, Long long Bufan's to Yang's.

Long Long's the white white white jade, White to be to be to raise the white white white white jade "Yang's White white Jade White Long long long!

"Sword Controlling Flight!"

Long Bufan's sword was still in the air. Hearing Yang Feng's words, he raised his wrist, straightened his arm, and pointed his sword downwards. His posture was elegant, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.

"Sword Controlling Flight!"

Long Bufan knew that it wasn't over yet, so he didn't panic. His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground as he exerted strength from his waist and swept his entire body backward with his arm. The wind from his sword slightly lifted the hair of the students sitting at the front.

"Sword Controlling Flight!"

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