Bai Shanhe sheathed the knife, and a faint wound emerged from the tiger's mouth.
He praised: "Amazing. Although your sword power has just been formed, in terms of power, it is comparable to a full blow from a sword master."
Qin Yang also didn't expect that his sword would be so powerful when it was just completed. Why was this?
They all obviously use the same sword technique!
Could it be the difference in strength?
Bai Shanhe said: "Little friend Qin, you are more suitable for this set of sword skills than me!"
Qin Yang smiled: "Old Bai, you should keep this sword manual, it is no longer of use to me."
Bai Shanhe did not reach out to pick it up, but said solemnly: "Little friend Qin, if you don't dislike this sword manual, just keep it with you!"
"Since you have a way to make the calligraphy and painting appear, it means you are destined. In my hands, it would be worse than a piece of waste paper."
Qin Yang smiled and said: "Mr. Bai is afraid that the news that you are not dead will spread and attract some covetous people?"
Bai Shanhe did not hide anything and said sincerely: "What Qin Xiaoyou said is absolutely true. I am not strong enough. Holding such a thing will be a disaster for me."
"For me, it doesn't matter, but if it affects future generations, it would be a big sin."
"You are different, little friend Qin. You have extraordinary abilities. You can even kill a poisonous grandmaster like Pan Yunze. There are probably not many grandmasters in the world who can do anything to you."
Qin Yang thought for a while and said: "Old Bai, no one will believe you if you say this, and there will still be people who will cause trouble for you and the Bai family."
"Let's do this. If you find an opportunity, just say that you want to give away the sword manual and put it in a challenge, hoping that the one who can win it will get it."
Bai Shanhe's expression changed slightly: "This...will little friend Qin participate?"
"Yes." Qin Yang nodded: "On the one hand, it is to help Mr. Bai solve the problem of sword manual. On the other hand, I really want to keep this sword manual in my pocket."
Bai Shanhe was calm and nodded immediately.
Qin Yang prepared to continue to strengthen his sword power, and Bai Shanhe did not leave. He was watching Qin Yang's sword power.
Everyone has a different understanding of sword techniques, and the sword skills they practice are also different.
The power naturally varies from strong to weak.
Therefore, observing other people's sword skills can sometimes provide some inspiration for your own future.
Qin Yang continued to use his sword, turning into afterimages. The power of the sword accumulated and became more and more fierce.
A few hours later, Qin Yang was sweating like rain, but he was not tired and refused to stop.
Until his cell phone rang.
It was Tang Rou calling, Qin Yang answered the call.
"Tang Rou, what's wrong?"
On the other end of the phone, Tang Rou was crying so hard that she couldn't speak smoothly.
However, Qin Yang generally understood that something happened to Tang Heng.
Qin Yang asked which hospital it was in and rushed there immediately.
Beiyang First Hospital.
Qin Yang saw Tang Rou alone at the door of the emergency room.
There were other people dressed similarly to the martial arts masters who broke into Bai's house before.
As soon as Tang Rou saw Qin Yang, she immediately threw herself into his arms.
"Woooooooo, Qin Yang, my brother is seriously injured and dying."
Qin Yang comforted him and asked, "What happened? How could Brother Tang be suddenly seriously injured?"