Qin Tian can feel that although the Fierce Temple has not appeared in recent times, it is everywhere.
After he dealt with Su Su's matter, he still had to face that terrorist organization.
The Temple of the Divine King and the Temple of the Fierce seemed to be just like him and Qin Biao, they were compatriots and alienated brothers who were destined to never be able to merge.
These chaotic thoughts were interrupted by the sound of shouting in the woods in the distance.
Qin Tian couldn't help but follow the sound.
There is a bamboo forest in the distance, and the sea of bamboo is undulating with blue waves blown by the sea breeze.
Judging from the shouting and shouting, someone seems to be doing something inside?
Qin Tian hesitated for a moment and felt that his top priority now was to find the people on the island, tell them the truth, and then ask them to send him to see Wang Duoyu, or King Braid.
So, he decided to go and have a look.
Coming outside the bamboo forest, I saw an open space in the middle of the bamboo forest. At this moment, a bare-chested man, holding a blunt knife in his hand, was practicing on the stone in front of him.
The way he drew the sword looked very clumsy. Each time the sword fell, it didn't seem to be very powerful, and the stone just exploded into a string of sparks.
But when Qin Tian took a look, he couldn't help but be attracted.
Although this young man's attack was clumsy, he followed the ancient method in a daze.
Each strike of the knife seemed careless, but it made people involuntarily feel a sense of awe.
Knife intention!
Qin Tian understood. He didn't expect that this seemingly honest and honest man would actually use a hatchet to cut out the meaning of the knife. He couldn't help but be moved by it.
So far, among the good swordsmen he has seen, Ma Hongtao and Zhui Feng of Miao Dao are the best.
After Zhui Feng broke his arm for him, he accepted the one-arm sword manual as a gift and hid in the mountains to practice. Qin Tian could not predict what level Zhui Feng would be after he came out of seclusion.
But at least for now, Ma Hongtao, who is known as the King of Miao Dao, should not be a match for the man in front of him.
At least in terms of sword skills.
This man may seem clumsy, but he has already mastered a considerable part of the mysteries.
Unexpectedly, he could see such a master of swordsmanship on Zuoyiao Island. Qin Tian was so fascinated by the sight that he forgot to speak.
Moreover, in order to see clearly the movement of the man's sword, Qin Tian unconsciously took several steps closer.
Until, the whistling sound sounded in my ears.
Qin Tian was startled and hurriedly shook his head, and a stone flew past his ear. With a bang, it punched a hole in an arm-thick bamboo behind him.
Qin Tian's expression changed drastically.
"Who are you?"
"Why are you here and why are you peeking at me practicing my sword?"
By the time Qin Tian reacted, the man practicing swordsmanship had already rushed in front of him. The seemingly stupid and blunt hatchet in his hand was pointing at the tip of his nose.
When Fang Zi'ao saw him for the first time, Qin Tian had an inexplicable fondness for this man. He felt that he was an honest and loyal person, and he loved swords as much as his life, and he was very talented in the way of swordsmanship.
He smiled very politely and humbly: "This friend, my name is Qin Tian, and I am a friend of your Miss Donghai."
"What did you say?"
"Miss?" The man's expression changed.
Qin Tian smiled and said: "Yes. She sent me here."
"The eldest lady said that she had something to do first and asked me to ask my brothers on the island to send me to Wang Island to meet her."
"This brother, I don't know what to call him, can you send me to Wang Island to meet the eldest lady?"