The battle was not as intense as imagined, and the winner was decided in just a few rounds.

Those lotus leaves that looked like swordsmanship swept across Zhang Shaoqing's body, and scars were cut as long as they were nearly half an inch.

It was difficult for Zhang Shaoqing to accept this result. He didn't understand why this man's Dharma body did not have golden lotus, and he was even more unwilling to be defeated by Nine Ye to Ba Ye... This is a great shame, a shame that is difficult for anyone to accept, so he said in a deep voice:

"Come again!!"

The sound is loud.

The Sword of Eternal Life flew back to the scabbard, Yu Shangrong smiled indifferently: "I have never been good at competing. If you are a real battle, you are already a dead soul under the sword, why should you come again?"

"You...I said I'll come again!!"

The sword in Zhang Shaoqing's hand buzzed and trembled.

Yu Shangrong ignored him and went back in the air.

The winner has been decided, continue to compete, boring and boring...

This ignorant attitude of indifferentness angered Zhang Shaoqing.

The sword in his hand suddenly produced thousands of sword auras, flying towards Yu Shangrong's back-

"presumptuous."

Sikong Beichen gently brushed his sleeves.

A storm swept through the thousands of sword auras, lifted Zhang Shaoqing away, flipped it in the air several times before barely stabilizing it.

Zhang Shaoqing looked shocked.

The palace master took action, like pouring a basin of cold water, which made him completely calm down. He realized how narrow and stupid the scene just now was. As Jiuye, he made such a stupid mistake?

"Take a guilty conscience from the Lord! I...I..." Zhang Shaoqing's face turned red and he couldn't speak.

The five first-ranked seats are not young, and suddenly act like a young man, which is really hard to understand. It was nothing to admit defeat calmly, but now they have lost the competition and lost the other person, and their faces have been lost.

Although he is old, he is no different from a young man in front of Luzhou and Sikong Beichen.

"Stay for one month and think about your mistakes." Sikong Beichen's tone was very calm, but he did not lose his majesty.

Luzhou said:

"Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. It is a good thing for young people to be competitive. A competitive spirit can supervise and promote steps. But... you cannot be blinded by a competitive spirit."

Sikong Beichen nodded: "Why don't you thank Brother Lu quickly?"

"Thank you, senior, for being magnanimous, I... I am ashamed, ashamed..." Zhang Shaoqing was ashamed and a little excited.

Zhang Shaoqing left with respect.

Yu Shangrong looked calmly, looked into the air and said:

"The sword path is divided into four levels, and the sword of common people can be used by ordinary people; the sword of the princes competes with courage; the sword of the emperor can help the princes and the world surrender; the last level, all things are swords, and the way without swords; even if the power of your sword is powerful, it emphasizes power too much and despises the opponent. It has more power but lacks actual combat. If I am right, you rarely experience life and death."

Before Zhang Shaoqing could answer, Yu Shangrong said again:

"You lack the understanding of life and death in your sword, and the intent of killing."

Only experts who often walk on the tip of a knife will know better the survival and opportunity in every move.

When Zhang Shaoqing heard this, he suddenly realized and bowed to Yu Shangrong: "Accept the teaching."

He has indeed not experienced much life and death training. As the last first in the Nine-Level Hall, he controls Xuanqi Hall.

Yu Shangrong stopped talking.

After hearing this insight, Sikong Beichen found it very interesting and said, "For the first time since I practiced the sword, I have heard that the sword was divided into four levels. Young man, what level is your sword? "

Yu Shangrong replied: "My swordsmanship is just a second-class one. I like to compete bravely and be shackled by myself, I am afraid that it will be difficult to make any breakthrough..."

Luzhou glanced at him.

There is not much change in expression, and it is as stable as an old dog.

I can only continue to edit the kendo theory that I am casually whispered.

Sikong Beichen nodded and said, "Your cultivation in swordsmanship is better than Zhang Shaoqing, but you are only considered second-class?"

Yu Shangrong nodded slightly: "The sword path is endless."

At this time, the sun has set westward.

The evening breeze hits.

Yao Qingquan, the head of the Ping'an Palace, bowed and said, "Lord of the Palace, I'll prepare the Taoist patterns and clean up."

"No."

Sikong Beichen raised his hand.

"Lord of the Palace?"

Sikong Beichen lightly tapped his toes, his body was like willow catkins, and he floated straight out.

When it floats out, the ten-leaf lotus blooms.

The Dharma body appears and dissipates.

The ferocious beasts in the sky rushed over like they saw delicious food.

The people in the Nine-Level Hall were not worried about Sikong Beichen's safety at all.

He took the initiative to attract ferocious beasts.

Exceeding numbers, covering the sky and the sun.

Ten Leaves... In the eyes of ferocious beasts, they are undoubtedly more delicious and attractive than Nine Leaves.

Just as the ferocious beasts were about to pounce on them, Sikong Beichen raised his two fingers.

A sword aura condensed between the two fingers and waved it casually.

The sword energy falls like snow.

They all passed through the bodies of ferocious beasts.

The speed is neither fast nor slow, neither fast nor slow.

Lu Zhou suddenly felt... Sikong Beichen's sword aura seemed to have been slowed down. The flying speed of the ferocious beast and the timing of the sword aura falling were as if it had been rehearsed in advance, and it was accurately hit by the ferocious beast.

Everyone was shocked to see it.

"Is this the sword path of Shiye?" Yu Shangrong was also amazed.

"In your opinion, what is my swordsmanship?" Sikong Beichen said.

Yu Shangrong praised without hesitation: "Sword of the Emperor."

There are not many people in this world who can praise Yu Shangrong. Sikong Beichen raised his hand and did not use any weapons. He used his two fingers to condense the sword energy and then drove the surrounding energy to form energy. This method is enough to support the world.

Sikong Beichen raised his right hand and said in confusion: "Shouldn't all things be the sword?"

He is the master of the Nine-Level Hall, and he is unparalleled in other people's evaluations.

His kendo should be the highest.

However, unexpectedly, Yu Shangrong only gave him a third-class evaluation.

The wind was even stronger and whirring.

The news of the wind did not block everyone's communication.

Yu Shangrong smiled indifferently: "Everything can be a sword, and there is no way to sword. The five fingers are also considered one thing."

It is already difficult to drive the sword energy without using weapons. If nothing is used, it will be difficult.

Sikong Beichen nodded, feeling it made sense, and said, "Practice one way, use vital energy to enter the body, and use vital energy to form a sport. Vital energy is also considered a thing. In this way, no one in the world can achieve the path without swords. Brother Lu..."

He looked at Luzhou.

But I saw Luzhou looking ahead with bright eyes, empty and empty.

Following Sikong Beichen's gaze.

The five firsts, summer is long and autumn, and Tian Buji looks at Luzhou one after another.

Luzhou did not caress his beard anymore, and held one hand behind him, and stopped in front of him as if he was frozen.

"Master?" Xiao Yuaner noticed the strange thing, came to the master's side, and gently pulled the corner of his clothes.

However, Luzhou did not respond.

Only Xiao Yuaner dared to be so bold and pull his master's clothes.

Xiao Yuaner came to the master, and because of her size, she jumped hard and called out: "Master?"

The ferocious beasts in the sky chirped and kept chirping.

Yao Qingquan said again: "I'll start the Taoist pattern now."

The strong wind raged, stimulating the ferocious beasts in the sky, and Sikong Beichen nodded.

Fall slowly.

"Brother Lu?" Sikong Beichen frowned slightly.
Chapter completed!