Shi Pu looked at the two in front of him blankly, he didn't know when Uncle Da became so dragged, and the other party looked like a person from the kendo hall, according to his age, he should be a teacher.

However, it is the first time I have heard that Uncle Da's real name is Ye Datian, and this name is still a bit hanging, which reminds people of the Ye family who moved the world.

Facing Uncle Da's self-introduction, he also put the sword in his hand on the table, and said in a loud voice: "Zhao Yiming of the Zhao family, I don't offend you, why do you bully a junior in the family." ”

Hearing this person's self-introduction, Shi Pu had a familiar feeling, Zhao Yiming, Zhao Ming, could it be that he is also from the Zhao family? Speaking of which, the pair of feet he saw in the training room just now were Zhao Ming's?

Just when Shi Pu's heart was in turmoil, Uncle Da replied with a smile: "Zhao Ming's foundation is not bad, but it is far from the extent that I want to bully him, but you can still bully him." ”

This sentence is very polite, between the lines is above Zhao Yiming, don't say a master, even ordinary people are uncomfortable to listen to.

Zhao Yiming's face did not change, his fingers flicked the scabbard slightly, and he made a crisp sound. And through this voice, Shi Pu found out that this was actually a real sword!

At present, the kendo competition is all with a wooden sword, even when you are in the ring. Chinese kendo and Western fencing are still slightly different, but the safety requirements are the same. Those who can walk around with a real sword must be a master of seven stars or above in kendo, so that such a character can accurately grasp the proportion.

"Recently, there have been rumors that there are masters in the market who are constantly challenging the fighters who are eligible to participate in the Olympic Fighting Tournament, isn't this person?"

Zhao Yiming finally couldn't help but ask, during this time, everyone who has a little ability is in danger, the North Leg King, Xingyi Boxing, and the old grandmaster of Baji Boxing, these characters are all in the hands of that master, and what is even more excessive is that this person not only hits the master, but also does not let go of some young talents, which is the most indignant place.

When Uncle Da heard this, he just didn't answer, and continued to add wine, one glass per person, and he didn't even fall behind.

The atmosphere was very strange at the moment, and Shi Pu felt a little unable to sit down, but in the face of the two seniors, he didn't know whether to interject or not.

"The four major families of Paradise City, Ye, Song, Kong, and Zhao, each have their own strengths, and they are each in their own formations, but they rely on each other. The Ye family has moved to the capital, and the Song family has monopolized the coquettishness, but now it has become a thing of the past. Kong Jiashan boxing, Zhao Jiashan sword, can be equal. However, everyone in the world thinks that the number one master of the Zhao family must be Zhao Qiming, the head of the family, but I know that the real master is you...... Old lady Zhao's youngest brother!"

Zhao Yiming is only forty years old, but he is Zhao Qiming's uncle, he doesn't go out on weekdays, and he doesn't show his dew, but his kendo has become a school of its own, people from the outside world are not familiar with him, and only people in the industry understand his power.

Zhao Yiming put down the wine glass when he heard this, picked up the long sword, stood up, and said loudly: "I inquired very clearly, and I also know that I must protect the snake and hit seven inches, Zhao Ming, I must protect it thoroughly, whoever wants to stop it, I will take action!"

Uncle Da laughed, wiped his mouth and said: "It's refreshing, it's much stronger than the group of tigers and cranes, and it's not so inky." In this way, how about we fight to the death, both to decide the winner and to gamble on life and death?"

The corners of Zhao Yiming's mouth twitched slightly: "I can't ask for it!"

Masters intersect, life and death are in the line, everywhere to think about the point, can not exert all their strength at all, and only by betting on life and death, can we know the superiority. It's a pity that in today's era, there are too few pure martial artists, and even fewer dare to fight for their lives to preach.

However, Zhao Yiming is a martial idiot who devotes all his body and mind to the way of the sword, and he has integrated his beliefs into the way of the sword, which instantly formed a tacit understanding with Uncle Da.

Uncle Da limped around the table and walked in front of Zhao Yiming, his dry hands hugging his chest emptily, one foot forward and one foot backward, this is the starting hand style of holding the moon.

Such a starting style is decent, and there is nothing amazing about it, but it is stable and can deal with it no matter how the opponent moves.

It stands to reason that this starting style is a must for newcomers, and the one in front of him should be a master, why do you choose this routine?

Zhao [Lonely City Reading] Yiming did not draw his sword, but held up the scabbard and swept away, bringing a gust of wind.

As the pots and pans on the table flew up, Uncle Da's pace changed, his left and right hands swapped positions, and then blocked the attack range of the scabbard at once.

But Zhao Yiming's move was just a temptation, and he withdrew against the momentum, and the scabbard showed an S-shaped position like a swimming dragon, and then turned into a point, instantly striking out seven plum blossom points!

Uncle Da only used one left hand, swam along the momentum, and before the opponent's move, he blocked the attack, and then used his pace to misalign his body, and hit Zhao Yiming's face with his fist.

Zhao Yiming didn't expect Uncle Da to be a cripple, but the change in his body style has reached such a point that he doesn't seem to be restricted by innate conditions at all.

The first few moves were all temptations, both sides took a step back, and then Zhao Yiming inserted the long sword into the floor tiles, with a crisp sound, like a dragon out of its sheath!

The Zhao family swordsmanship has seventy-two styles, combined with modern techniques fencing and walking steps, and has formed a pattern of offensive and defensive moves.

However, Zhao Yiming did not take the usual path, after he cultivated to the twentieth move, he decisively abandoned all defensive moves and replaced them with offense, and this practice was twenty years.

At this moment, the swordsmanship is like a dense raindrop, sweeping towards Uncle Da, there is no gap, no loopholes, just look at this move, it is conceivable that his swordsmanship does not need to be defended, and the opponent has no time to counterattack.

Uncle Da retreated step by step in the stormy sword, like duckweed in a huge wave, retreating one after another.

Of course, this is just an outsider's opinion, in fact, Zhao Yiming's heart is already shocked. He knew the power of his move, and as soon as he made a move, it was a killing move, and he could decide the winner within two or three moves. But although Uncle Da seems to be in danger, whenever he is in a desperate situation, his lame leg can always help a lot, allowing him to avoid a catastrophe.

This trick was performed for a full five minutes, and there was no pause in between, which can be said to be the longest move ever.

However, no matter how powerful the tricks are, there are times when they need to breathe, just when Zhao Yiming retracted his tricks slightly, and at the moment when he took a breath, Uncle Da rushed over like a poisonous snake with a trace of afterimage!

Zhao Yiming swung his sword instantly, trying to block Uncle Da's counterattack with a sharp sword momentum, but the sword light chased away, but was blocked by a hard object.

Uncle Da didn't know where he got a dumbbell lever, although it was only one foot, but he blocked the swings of more than ten swords one after another, and invaded Zhao Yiming's side.

It was so close that no swordsman had time to retreat, and Uncle Da's attack had already come. At the critical moment, Zhao Yiming flicked his sword, and a whirlwind of the sword left his hand, which made Uncle Da have to deviate from the original attack track.

The figures were staggered, and Zhao Yiming re-grasped the dragon sword, but the scabbard had been taken away by Uncle Da, and the two sides also exchanged positions.

"Come again!" Uncle Da licked his lips, his face filled with excitement.