Brush, brush, brush... the sound of the sword breaking through the wind.
Linghu Yun's real sword moves lightly, with eight moves in one move. It is actually the "Yingxu Shushu" swordsmanship passed down by Xian Manying himself. With a small success, he beamed with joy, sheathed his sword and walked to the old beggar sitting on the root of the tree.
He walked forward and said, "Senior Xian, how are you doing?"
Xian Manying said: "It looks like it."
Linghu Yunzhen laughed and said: "I am really a genius!"
Xian Manying smiled and said: "This set of swordsmanship was learned by me, the little old man, by watching the changes in the moon's waxing and waning. You remember the mental formula and review it by yourself in front of the moon in the future. If you have new variations, you must communicate with them."
Nothing.”
Linghu Yunzhen looked up and saw stars in his eyes, and said, "You can't see the moon now. How can you see the transformation from scratch?"
Xian Manying said: "Sitting desolately on the hill, not eating or drinking, waiting and waiting."
Linghu Yunzhen smiled and said: "The old man said that the key to understanding this sword style is perseverance."
Xian Manying gave a thumbs up, "Boy, although it's a bit shameless to brag about being a genius, you do have understanding, and the little old man likes it."
Linghu Yunzhen laughed loudly and bowed his hands, "Don't you dare, I still have to learn more, learn more, listen more and practice more."
Xian Manying said: "Let's go back."
Linghu Yunzhen said: "Okay, let's go and break up Menghu and Axiang's good deeds!"
Xian Manying heard the implication as soon as he heard it, and he laughed and said: "It's progressing so fast? Come on, let's find a restaurant to have a few drinks to celebrate."
"Yes, A Tao brought two more friends here tonight." Linghu Yun was really free and took the opportunity to mention Shang Fengyue, "One is Brother Tianyou from Taiyi Town's Immortal Sect, needless to say. The other is named Shang
Feng Yue is very good at stick skills. He can deal with Tian'er with just a few moves."
Xian Manying smiled and said: "Today, the number one person in stick skills is Meng Gaofei. The younger generation can do what you said. The little old man knows three people, but none of them are stick students in their own family."
"Oh?" Linghu Yunzhen asked curiously, "Meng Hulu also said that Brother Shang's marksmanship is the best."
"Don't look at it." Xian Manying said with a smile, "You brat, instead of focusing on others, why not concentrate on practicing swordsmanship, and one day become famous."
"Yes!" Linghu Yunzhen clasped his fists, but thought in his heart: Brother Shang is so mysterious?
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"Lively, interesting, and laughing constantly. She is not a monk, but she is a nun, haha." Because Jinghong Chouchou does not live in the first floor of the world, Shang Fengyue commented when he accompanied Ruan Shengyi to send Jinghong Chouchou back to his residence.
The young man I met couldn't help but smile when he mentioned Yang Kaixin.
Ruan Shengyi said: "Little Master Yang's swordsmanship is very strong. He took away seven swords of Senior Renqi at once."
Shang Fengyue said: "That move is the famous move of the Emei Sect, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong."
Ruan Shengyi said: "Master Shang has a deep understanding of martial arts personnel."
Jinghong said sadly: "Brother Shang is from Luoyang. The world's news is gathered here. It is difficult to understand."
"I'm just interested. I've remembered it after listening more." Shang Fengyue smiled, "Just now Miss Jing said that Mr. Jinghong is very good at fortune telling. In comparison, I rely on external forces.
Lost a start."
"The noble spirit of the young master is overwhelming. I am not very good at this. I dare not compare myself with the young master." Jinghong was so sad that he noticed a dragon aura permeating the air when Shang Fengyue approached the dilapidated wooden house. He was greatly surprised at that time.
He spoke cautiously, pointed the direction, turned around an alley, and said in surprise, "Huh?"
"Sir, be careful, that old woman can poison you." Ruan Shengyi recognized Lao Han at a glance and promptly reminded Jinghong of sorrow.
Shang Fengyue glanced coldly at the man wearing a black hood standing next to Lao Han and said: "Leave the one wearing the hood to me, Mr. Jinghong, please pay attention to the enemies in the dark."
Jinghong sadly agreed and said secretly: Young Master Shang had already noticed at the first moment that there was someone in the dark, and his strength was far beyond my ability. He also thought: Just now Miss Tao reminded the old woman that she could poison, but Young Master Shang didn't.
Taught me to pay attention to the enemy in the dark, which shows that he knows that Miss Tao is not afraid of poison. In this case, if I can stop the enemy in the dark, I have a good chance of winning.
The two people opposite, Xue Zhe and Lao Han, were also on guard and did not dare to relax even a little.
Seeing that Shang Fengyue's aura was compelling, the bloody man immediately said, "I'll deal with the boy in silver."
Lao Han said: "I will restrain the other boy, little bitch, I will leave it to you, don't play too long."
"Kill!" Fengjian Jiuxunxing was hiding in the dark. Because he was deeply impressed by Shang Fengyue's strength, he didn't want to be distracted by talking to Lao Han at this time. He shouted quickly, and the sword and puppet suddenly appeared.
Attack Shang Fengyue!
"Ah!" Old Han Monster yelled and rushed towards Shang Fengyue!
"Innocent!" Shang Fengyue was filled with vitality, his robes fluttered loudly, and he blocked the sword, sword, and crutches from attacking at the same time.
"Back off!" Shang Fengyue shouted coldly, and used his true energy to force back Fengjian's long patrol of hunting. Lao Han protected Ruan Shengyi and Jinghong Chouku behind him, using his silver clothes as a spear and one man as a guard.
"Boy, you've fallen into a trap." The Blood Man seized the opportunity and launched the formation in time. The blood flowed like a tide and swept Shang Fengyue into the blood river barrier. He emerged and looked at him coldly.
Shang Fengyue didn't say much. With a sweep of the cloth stick, an overwhelming force immediately rushed towards the bleeding man. In just a few moves, he had the upper hand. He stabbed the bleeding man in the heart with a spear. With a flick of his wrist - it was broken!
"I heard that you can scatter swords and shadows with just one blow of your stick. You are so powerful -" The Blood Man "resurrected" and pointed at Shang Fengyue, "As a warrior, I really want to have a showdown with you, but as a killer...
Did you hear the sound of swords outside?"
The sound of swords clashing was completely different from that of swords and crutches. Shang Fengyue knew what the bloody man was implying, "Shengyi has a slim chance of winning against sword puppets, so we must quickly break the formation to respond."
"This blood formation may not be able to take you down, but it is enough to make the sword shadow..."
"Run away, the further away the better." Shang Fengyue's cloth stick flew in the air with a breathtaking momentum, "Now!"