Miyamoto Michizang praised Yun Yi for being really handsome, which made everyone stunned.
Aren't these two people on opposite sides?
Now Miyamoto Michizang actually praised Yun Yi like this. Couldn't such words come from the heart?
But... Yun Yi is indeed handsome at this time.
Yun Yi closed his eyes and didn't move at all. He looked like he was asleep. This made everyone depressed. This guy was drunk and fell asleep standing up?
"Hey, the angle of his tilt...isn't it too exaggerated?"
Everyone finally saw something unusual.
At first, everyone thought that Yun Yi was standing motionless, and even thought that he was asleep, but gradually they discovered that it was not that Yun Yi was not moving, but that his body was slowly leaning.
Finally, it tilted to an amazing angle like Michael Jackson dancing.
This completely ignores the effect of the earth's center of attraction.
Just when everyone was surprised by Yun Yi's performance, Yun Yi finally made another move, but saw the Long Yuan Sword in his hand spin, and his body flew out all of a sudden.
Of course, this just looks like flying. In fact, Yun Yi is walking forward with small steps, and then his toes tap the ground and his body rotates accordingly.
Ding~~
There was a crisp sound, and the Long Yuan Sword in Yun Yi's hand shook.
Then a set of exquisite swordsmanship was unleashed under Yun Yi's sword. The speed of his sword swing was not fast, but it gave people a pleasing feeling.
"Is this the Chinese swordsmanship?"
"Hey, I thought the Chinese swordsmanship was terrible, but now it seems like it's just average!"
"What kind of swordsmanship is he doing? It's too slow?"
"Looking at his drunken appearance, he should be what the Chinese call a drunken sword, but at this speed, he can't even kill a chicken."
"Ha ha......"
Many people from the island country burst into laughter. Obviously, in their view, Yun Yi's drunken sword style was ridiculous.
"ignorance!"
Shen Qingxue heard the discussions of the islanders around her and said sarcastically with disdain: "You don't know much about Drunken Sword at all. This is just the surface of Drunken Sword that you can see. Keep reading, what follows
You will know how ridiculous your words are."
"Yeah?"
"His slow swordsmanship will not have any effect at all. If he really had a duel with a swordsman, he would be hacked to death in one fell swoop."
"This is simply an insult to the word sword."
"Beauty, if this is your Chinese swordsmanship, then you'd better let him never show it in front of anyone in the future. I bet you that he can't even block a sword in front of me."
One of the men with a bun in his hair shouted the loudest among them. With that provocative tone, he seemed to want to show it in front of everyone right away. His martial arts was superior to Yun Yi's.
Shen Qingxue calmed down at this time.
Her eyes fell on the wall of the banquet hall where there were many samurai swords hanging on them. Obviously, Miyamoto was a fan of this art, and the walls were all famous samurai swords from the island country.
Shen Qingxue walked over, took off one of the samurai swords, threw it to the man with a round head, and said, "Go and give it a try."
"What?"
The man with the round head was shocked. Is this serious?
Then the ball-headed man said: "It's very easy for me to defeat him, but after all, this is Mr. Miyamoto's guest. If I hurt him, wouldn't it be a loss of Mr. Miyamoto's face?"
"Are you just afraid of losing?" Shen Qingxue said coldly.
"I said, I just don't want to lose Mr. Miyamoto's face."