Li Huoshan just took half a step back.

"Focus. ”

Eida Ichiro let out a low sigh, and the plastic bamboo knife in his hand also swung out.

So fast!

Bei Chaoyang only felt that a silver light flashed in front of him, and his brain had no time to react.

But the instinct of his body still made him force the knife in front of him.

'Plastic rubbing' is not very pleasant.

The two bamboo knives cleverly collided together, and slashed smoothly.

North Chaoyang is happy and is preparing to fight back.

But there was a sudden sharp pain in the wrists of both hands, which made his arms weak, and he almost couldn't hold the bamboo knife.

What a power!

Does this power really belong to the short old man in front of him?

Why do you feel like a monster battle!

But I haven't lost yet.

It should be okay......

When Bei Chaoyang forcibly stiffened his wrist and was ready to fight back again.

Suddenly a foreign object in his throat made it difficult to breathe.

"The posture of holding the knife is wrong, the position is also wrong, the shoulders are shrugged, obviously not in harmony with the posture of the head, the spirit is not concentrated, the power of the swing is not enough, and you should use a block in that situation just now!"

Eida Oghiro put down the plastic bamboo knife against the neck of Beichaoyang, and succinctly explained the shortcomings of Beichaoyang.

"Old man, you... How old are you this year?"

For a long time, Bei Chaoyang swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and his hands holding the bamboo knife trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the green tendons were slightly raised.

If an outsider looked at the collision between them just now, they might just think that the old man just now quickly drew his knife and waved it against Bei Chaoyang, and then put the knife on Bei Chaoyang's neck.

In fact, who can understand the mystery of this, the reason for the real defeat of Bei Chaoyang is not the speed of the old man, but the explosive power of the old man at that moment, the power of the bamboo knife of the North Chaoyang almost got out of his hand!

"You ask the old man? Hehe, the old man is seventy-nine years old this year. ”

Eida Ichiro smiled.

"Seventy... Nine years old!?"

Bei Chaoyang looked at Eida Ichiro in disbelief, his sideburns that were pale and sparse due to aging but neatly groomed, short but never shrugged his shoulders and hunched straight waist, and his heart was instantly impressed.

After taking a deep breath, Bei Chaoyang bowed to the old man.

"Disciple Beichaoyang, meet the master. ”

"Hehe, don't dare to be, the person introduced by the old madman, I won't do it if you are the master. ”

Eida Ichiro said with a smile, put away the plastic knife after placing a beautiful knife flower, thought about it and said:

"However, the school of swordsmanship that should be taught, the old man will definitely pour out his words and do it. ”

"Then what kind of sword technique did your old man use just now, can you teach me?"

Bei Chaoyang asked expectantly.

If you learn this trick yourself, you should at least have the ability to protect yourself against others in school.

"Just now, hehe, what I used just now was just the simplest Yan Hui. ”

Eida Ichiro said as he stroked the bamboo knife made of plastic in his hand.

"The real genre is hundreds or thousands of times more subtle than it, the old man looks at your hands and skills, you should only practice ordinary knife swinging, but you have not practiced any school of knife skills. ”

"That's right, I really haven't systematically practiced any school of knife skills, but I wield a bamboo knife 10,000 times a day, and I've been wielding it for nine or ten years in a row. ”

While Bei Chaoyang responded, he also put a knife flower, and then took the knife.

"Every time you come in the future, I will teach you any school of swordsmanship, only three times, whether you learn it or not depends on yourself. ”

"What about today?"

Bei Chaoyang looked at the old man expectantly.

Eida Ogirōro was stunned and said with a smile: "Since you are so anxious, the old man will teach you the simplest genre today." ”

"The easiest genre?"

Bei Chaoyang asked curiously.

"Knife art is the easiest to learn, but it requires the most basic skills, and the mood is first-class. Eida Ichiro said, "With your basic skills for more than nine years, Xiaoyou, you have basically reached the standard, so you only need to learn the skills, and you first put on a basic knife holding posture." ”

"Oh, good. ”

North Chaoyang responded to the initial knife holding posture.

Seeing this, Eida Ichiro stepped forward, surrounded Beichaoyang and began to circle around, and when he turned to Beichaoyang's heart and wanted to ask, he stopped and stretched out his hand and said:

"It seems that you have been practicing knives for many years, and you have indeed not been guided by everyone in knife skills, and your knife holding posture is wrong. ”

Hearing this, Bei Chaoyang straightened his waist slightly.

"No, you can't keep your body upright when holding a knife, your body, it should be inclined to an oblique plane or sideways, and your body's center of gravity is too leaning back, and gravity is all on your left heel. ”

Bei Chaoyang nodded and changed his posture.

"Now, relax your upper body. Eida Ichiro continued, "The upper body should be relaxed and comfortable, but also control your center of gravity; It can neither stagger, nor be rigid and stiff, but must have a sense of strength pressing forward from the back. ”

"Yes, that's it, don't stiffen your shoulders, try to make him softer, and make your whole body strength reach the tip of the knife.

When lifting the knife upwards, use a sliding step with your right foot, and be careful not to leave the ground with the sole of your foot and the tip of the knife not to reach the throat of your opponent. ”

"Is that so?"

Bei Chaoyang asked without squinting.

"It looks a lot better now, don't you feel like your hands are stronger and your steps are more agile?" asked Eida Ichiro.

Bei Chaoyang tried to swing the bamboo knife and said in surprise: "Indeed, the speed of the swing has become faster, and the hands are very light, and the weight of the bamboo knife can hardly be felt." ”

"Yes, this is the eight-phase position in the knife path, once by virtue of the position, it suppressed the momentum of the opposite side, you must remember your current posture, don't forget. Eida Oghiro nodded with satisfaction, "Now I will start teaching you the first class of mind, remember, I will only teach three times, look at it, Li Huoshan, prepare." ”

Eida Ichiro said, put on the same posture as the North Chaoyang, and then put his hand on the handle of the bamboo knife, and his eyes became serious again.

Li Huoshan pulled out two bamboo knives from the shelf where the bamboo knives were placed, stood not far in front of the old man, and then stiffened the muscles of his whole body, and his clothes were immediately stretched open by the thick muscles, and there was a faint sound of lines breaking.

"Master, I'm ready. ”

"Attack, as you normally would. ”

Eida Ichiro said lightly, as if he was not a muscular man of more than one meter and nine, but an eight or nine-year-old junior apprentice.

If it weren't for the old man's previous operation, Bei Chaoyang was Duan Ran who didn't believe that Eida Oichiro could beat the tower-like strong man in front of him.

But now I want North Chaoyang to say who is stronger and who is weak in the duel between Eida Ogichiro and Li Huoshan, which is also... It's hard to say.

The moment Li Shanshan learned the order, he immediately pulled out the two bamboo knives in his hand (without scabbards, as if they had sheaths), raised them high, and then rushed towards Eida Oichiro.

Eida Ichiro still maintained the eight-phase standing posture, did not dodge, did not counterattack, his eyes were extremely stable, like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

Bei Chaoyang's heart swelled, and he almost drew his sword to stop Li Huoshan's advance.

Eida Ichiro is indeed powerful, but after all, he is already seventy-nine years old, if for some reason his body is temporarily unable to move, then it is not a joke for Li Huo, a strong man like an iron tower, to swing a knife on a person, even if the knife is made of plastic.

"The mood ——— is first-class. ”

When Li Huoshan's knife was only one centimeter away from Eita's head, Kita Chaoyang was about to draw his knife to help.

Eida Ichiro suddenly moved.

Like an agile leopard.

No, it should be said, several times faster than a leopard.

First, he took a small left turn and sidestepped Li Huoshan's incomparably strong head-on knife with a difference of centimeters, and then the bamboo knife in his hand hit Li Huoshan's stomach in a bottom-up manner.

Li Huoshan watched the tip of his master's knife get closer and closer to his body, but because of his inertia like swinging a knife forward, it was difficult to retreat again, so he had to forcibly drive his body to the right side, trying to avoid the vital point on his stomach.

However, the tip of the knife held by Eida Ichiro seemed to have eyes, and it changed its trajectory as Li Volcano moved.

In the end, the tip of the knife still pressed against Li Huoshan's stomach.

Li Huoshan's face turned pale.

If Eida Ichiro was holding a real knife in his hand at this moment, he was afraid that his intestines would have flowed all over the ground.

"Master, I'm defeated again. ”

Li Huoshan's hands hung down.

All of Eida's dodges and counterattacks took place in a total of only one second.

"Do you see clearly?"

Eida Ogirō turned his head to look like a North Chaoyang who was holding a bamboo knife in his right hand on the side, ready to go.

"Understandable, but... I don't need it. ”

Bei Chaoyang slowly let go of his hand and said honestly.

"Li Huoshan, pick up your knife and come again, this is the second time. ”

Eida Oghiro nodded, withdrew the bamboo knife, took three steps back, and said, "Li Huoshan, use your ability this time." ”

"Yes, master. ”

Li Huoshan replied succinctly.

Bei Chaoyang heard a soft 'stabbing' sound on Li Huoshan's body, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

I saw that the clothes on Li Huoshan's body, which had been stretched to the limit, were completely torn apart, and turned into tattered strips of cloth hanging on his body.

The muscles are even more inflated in violation of science, and the sound of bones squeezing each other makes people's teeth sore.

After a while, the muscles on Li Huoshan's body were so big that they were not human-shaped, and his height seemed to increase a lot while his muscles were expanding, and with his dark body color, he had a sense of prestige like an iron tower.

Bei Chaoyang was stunned, his brain opened his mouth when he was stunned, and his whole body was full of feelings of wanting to ask something but not knowing where to start.

This TM is ability, what ability?

Hulk?

But it didn't turn green when it looked like it didn't turn green.

It sounds like he's getting darker, so should I call him the Black Giant?

In short, this is too contrary to the principle of human anatomy.

I haven't studied much of a high school biology book, but it's not a problem that high school biology can solve.

No, no, isn't that wonderful feeling of yourself also an 'ability'?