Ji Shuijing's bright eye waves flowed through everyone's faces one by one, and asked with a crisp voice, "Who did you come out to give me advice first?"

A thin man in yellow clothes holding a long knife stood up and said in a deep voice, "Wang is here to ask for advice."

This person is Huang Feng, the owner of Qiuye Villa, and he is carrying the ancestral Feng Sword.

Ji Shuijing thought to himself, it was you, you were the one who took the lead with your martial arts skills.

He smiled sweetly, "Master Huang, please wait a moment, my little sister will come out." He turned around and entered the room.

Ji Aojian saw that Sister Eight was crying and cute outside for a long time, and finally cheated out a five-on-four competition. He felt a little uncomfortable, "Sister Eight, thank you for your hard work."

Di Xintang said, "Hey, Xiaojing, didn't you say you wanted to decide the outcome of the three games?"

Ji Shuijing held his forehead and said, "Don't make things difficult for me. How could they agree to three matches? Two-for-five, we should have half of the winning side."

Ji Aojian rolled his eyes and clearly agreed to be four to five outside, but it was two to five in your mouth. You two really ignored the existence of my sister and Jiu.

Di Xintang said, "Originally, we won the face more than half, but now we haven't slept all night. They are full of energy, so our win faces will be less than half."

Ji Shui Jing said, "If you fight, you can't beat him. In the end, you can still shoot a black gun."

She took out a dagger from the house and handed it to Ji Lingxing, "Xiao Ling, I will leave it to you in the first game."

The little spirit cat happily took the dagger, and raised his little face high, "Sister Ba, I will definitely win the championship."

Ji Shuijing shook the feather fan, "Xiao Ling, you may not win this battle."

The little girl's face immediately collapsed, "Sister Ba, why?"

Ji Shuijing bent down and muttered in her ears for a while. Ji Lingxing's shoulders trembled, but he looked a little reluctant.

I heard the eighth sister sigh, "Xiaoling, if you don't listen to me, we will be finished here today."

Ji Lingxing was shocked, "Sister Ba, don't worry, I will do what you said."

She went out with a dagger and walked towards Huang Feng.

Ji Aojian whispered, "Eighth Sister, I shouldn't have let Sister Jiu go to battle."

Ji Shuijing glanced at him, "Little Sword, if you don't let Xiao Ling go into battle, she will hate you for the rest of your life."

Ji Aojian said intently, it’s so quick that you will come back.

"Eighth Sister, there are all top experts outside. What if Sister Jiu is packed and taken away?"

Ji Shuijing said lightly, "Now that we have agreed to compete according to the rules of the world, so don't be too scrupulous. If they suddenly grab Xiao Ling, it will be a tear. Don't you have a musket on your hand? Whoever takes action against Xiao Ling, you can break his head."

Huang Feng is nicknamed "Autumn Wind Sweeps Falling Leaves", his father is also "Autumn Wind Sweeps Falling Leaves", and his father's father is still "Autumn Wind Sweeps Falling Leaves."

The ancestor of Qiuye Villa is a strong wind knife. The mental state is "Looking far away from autumn, yellow leaves are everywhere". The sword technique is to sweep away the fallen leaves all the way through the autumn wind. The body must be wearing yellow clothes, which is the same color as the dead leaves.

At this time, the owner of Huang Zhuang held the Fierce Wind Knife firmly in his hand and was ready to fight, but he saw a beautiful little girl under ten years old walking in front of him with a dagger.

It's pretty good for her to wear white training suits, but would she really compete with herself at this age?

Huang Feng shouted in confusion, "Ji, what's going on?"

I heard Ji Shuijing's voice floating from the room, "Master Huang, this is my ninth sister Ji Lingxing, please teach her a lesson as you like."

Huang Feng thought to himself, even if you are four to five and have insufficient staff, you don’t have to use children to make up the numbers, right?

In a moment, a cold light flashed, and the little girl jumped over, and the dagger in her hand had stabbed quickly into his waist.

Huang Feng was slightly shocked by her body speed, and the Fierce Wind Sword swung quickly, protecting her waist and blocking the dagger.

Ji Lingxing's dagger intersected with his blade, and left as soon as he touched it. He jumped forward and backward and kept stabbing him, causing him to be in a hurry.

Although she is small and weak, with a sharp weapon in her hand, she is enough to pose a threat to the enemy's vital points.

Ji Aojian thought, my ninth sister could not beat the master when she was empty-handed, but now she was holding a sharp blade, and her combat power increased rapidly, enough to fight with ordinary masters.

If there is such an assassination and raid, I am afraid that the first-class master may also catch her Taoist.

But Huang Feng is a first-class expert in fighting with her head. He danced the sword tightly and kept it extremely rigorously.

After he gradually got used to Ji Lingxing's body movements, he ignored her specific attack moves, but just blocked several move routes that she stabbed her dagger.

This is the martial arts attainments of a first-class master. No matter how many changes your moves are, I will only block the path I must pass.

Ji Lingxing is short and no matter how the dagger stabs, it will not exceed the range of his lower body, making it very easy to defend.

If she dared to jump into the air, it would be inconvenient to dodge in the air. Without a few times, Huang Feng's sword light could cut her into several sections in half.

After another fight, Huang Feng stabilized his defense and had a bit of counterattack.

He took care of his identity and shouted, "Little girl, be careful."

A sword light flashed, and a strong wind swept over. Ji Lingxing hurriedly hurriedly, and there was a trace of earth at the place where he was standing.

This is the autumn wind sweeping leaf-falling knife method in Qiuye Villa. It can be swept with a wind line, leaving cracks after cracks underground.

Not long after, more than a dozen ground knife marks were extended like carriage spokes.

Ji Lingxing fell into this wheel mark, like a coordinate diagram delineated by many lines, and the landing point under his feet became clearer and easier to distinguish in the other person's eyes.

If she step on the crack on the ground, she will be uneven, and her steps between advance and retreat will be affected.

Ji Aojian was shocked. The martial arts methods of first-class masters are indeed powerful. They can actually help determine the opponent's body movement changes in this way.

Sister Ba, what do you say to make Sister Jiu lose but not win? She has no chance of winning at all.

Di Xintang whispered, "Xiao Jing, let Jiu Mei admit defeat, Huang Feng hasn't even used his artistic conception."

Ji Shuijing said, "Xiao Ling, you lost."

Ji Lingxing hurriedly jumped back and said, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Huang Feng put away his knife and bowed his hand, "Take it."

But I was muttering in my heart, what was going on in this fight? I just felt that I was bullying the little girl and had no sense of accomplishment at all.

Ji Lingxing lowered his head listlessly and walked back into the room.

She had just stepped up two steps, and Ji Shuijing's voice came from it, "Xiao Ling, kneel down on his face."

The little girl knelt down with a sad face.

Ji Shui Jing said, "Xiao Ling, do you know how much face you lost to my Ji family?"

Ji Lingxing heard the eighth sister talking, citing the scriptures and making various sarcasm, saying that she seemed to have committed something terrible and wronged, and she was ashamed of the world and the earth, making people feel ashamed of themselves and want to die immediately.

Even the people who came to challenge were gasping for air and getting goosebumps when they heard this.

Fang Shijing couldn't help but say, "Ji, everyone in the next game can go out. I want to teach Ling Mei a lesson, so I'll talk about it later."

Ji Shuijing said apologetically, "The little woman is only concerned about enforcing family rules and teaching her sister a lesson, but she delays the business a little. The next game will be played by my younger brother Ji Aojian."

After hearing this, Ji Aojian took out a small bottle from his clothes, poured out a red pill and swallowed it.

Seeing this, Ji Shuijing was furious, slapped the table, suppressed her voice and shouted, "Xiao Jian, why did you take medicine at the last minute? The Red Dragon Pills did not make you take so randomly, it would overdraw your body. Is there a Bajie here, can you work so hard?"

Ji Aojian blinked, "Sister Ba, I don't want to be punished by you after losing."

After saying that, holding the British officer's sword, he flashed out like a light smoke.

Huang Feng saw another young boy walking out of the house, and thought to himself that Ji Shuijing was really willing to catch up with his young brothers and sisters, and he was not afraid of any mistakes.

But after seeing the young man bowed his hand, he slashed with a sword, fast and ruthless, and his skills were no less than those of a first-class expert, and he was immediately shocked.

Ji Aojian had just swallowed the Red Dragon Pill and tried his best to stimulate the medicinal properties. His qi and blood had risen to eight revolutions. He swept the long sword in his hand, using the leg whip tricks in the leopard fist.

The tiger and leopard boxing technique is better than other martial arts. Ji Ao Jian slashes hard, and goes hard with Huang Feng's Fierce Blade, and his strength and momentum are not at all inferior.

The ground marks under his feet may have some hindering Ji Lingxing's little feet. Ji Aojian's foot fell to the ground and took root. Once he stepped on it, he would have a footprint, and he would not be affected at all.

He murmured in his heart, the Eighth Sister said that although the Master Huang Zhuang became a little Sanyuan, he had a dead mood. What was the dead mood?

The swords and swords came and passed more than twenty moves. Ji Aojian focused on checking the other party's sword skills, but felt it was a little strange.

Huang Feng's sword technique is floating, and he is not bound by specific moves. In theory, he should have jumped out of the circle of ordinary martial artists' rigid tricks and has already understood the principles of martial arts.

But his moves are not rigid, but his swords are rigid. When Ji Aojian didn't have too many, he became familiar with his sword skills. It seemed that the other party's fighting ideas were clearly and frankly at his present.

It's like playing chess with someone. Although you can't know the specific moves of your opponent's next step, you can understand the direction of the opponent's chess path.

As he fought, Ji Aojian suddenly remembered the allusion of talking about war on paper, and seemed to have some insight in his heart.

Even if some generals read military books and have thousands of military tactics in their hearts, it does not mean that they can learn and apply them. Fighting with the enemy may still be completely plotted.

If a person who is familiar with theory is unrestrained at the theoretical level, does not know how to adapt to changes, and cannot use it flexibly, then he is not necessarily a capable talent in practice.

Reading a lot of books, but many of them are nerds, which is a common phenomenon.

Among the martial arts families, predecessors of famous martial arts masters have always left their own martial arts experiences. However, just absorbing the martial arts insights of their predecessors is like reading theories from books, but they have not yet been transformed into practical applications.

Ji Aojian's martial arts attainments were cultivated little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little by little as Huang Feng, who only relies on the martial arts inheritance of his predecessors and does not seek much understanding in martial arts.

Although Huang Feng has climbed to the threshold of a first-class expert in absorbing martial arts theory, his understanding of theory is far less profound than Ji Aojian, which is a typical sign of low martial arts.

This is also the reason why Vincent, who used the Golden Lion Fist, was completely restrained by Ji Aojian on the fist road.

Vincent thought he had adjusted the speed, power and angle of boxing to the best, but his martial arts are superficial and the overall situation is weak. He did not know that his boxing skills were in Ji Aojian's eyes.
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