Suddenly, Ye Qing's soul moved.

I saw that his arm was raised flat, his wrist shook suddenly, and a sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded in the air, Yang Beicheng only felt a flower in front of him, and the next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank suddenly.

The tip of the bamboo branch, I don't know when, had already touched the center of his eyebrows.

Although the bamboo branch is clumsy, Yang Beicheng has an illusion in his heart at this moment that he is being pointed at by the tip of the sword, only to feel a sharp aura coming towards him, and the person in front of him seems to have changed his appearance all of a sudden, less peaceful and laughing on weekdays, and a little more cold and cold, which is dazzling, and he dare not look directly.

His body tensed, and the hairs on his back stood on end, but he didn't dare to move.

It was only at this time that Yang Beicheng understood how big the gap between himself and Ye Qingsoul was. Some of the arrogance that arose because of the progress of boxing also dissipated without a trace in an instant.

In its place, there was a fiery wave of shame.

There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are heavens outside the sky.

"Do you understand?" Ye Qingsoul said lightly, "My swordsmanship can only be said to be average, but fortunately, this fast sword is not too difficult, and the most important thing is a fast word." You have to pay attention to the way I exert my strength, and the way I hold my sword......"

"Is this swordsmanship still called average?"

Yang Beicheng felt that he had been hit to the ground, and that little arrogant mentality completely collapsed. He didn't dare to be careless, so he quickly pricked up his ears and listened little by little.

In front of him, Ye Qing Soul Boy carefully practiced the power of this sword technique, moves, etc. After making sure that Yang Beicheng really had no problems, he put down the bamboo branches.

At this moment, the tip of the bamboo branch was faintly visible, and countless tiny cracks appeared, which seemed to be disintegrating with a little force.

Yang Beicheng obviously noticed this, and even looked at Ye Qingsoul's gaze secretly, becoming more and more in awe.

"Oh, one more thing. ”

After passing on the swordsmanship, Ye Qingsoul suddenly remembered something more important, and hurriedly said: "What this fast sword pursues is the ultimate fast. Therefore, on the one hand, it requires you to be skillful enough and powerful enough, and on the other hand, it also requires your weapon to be light enough, the lighter and more agile the better. ”

After a pause, he added: "The previous master of this sword technique used an extremely thin soft sword, which was probably lighter than my bamboo branch, but it was extremely sharp. Usually don't use it, just hide it directly in the belt, and under the urging of internal strength, it can surpass King Kong in a short period of time. With this fast sword, it is extremely powerful. ”

"Soft Sword ......"

Yang Beicheng's eyes were bright for a while, and he couldn't help but ask with anticipation and awe, "That person...... Well, where is that senior now? I'd love to talk to him. ”

"I'm afraid this won't satisfy you......"

Ye Qingsoul shook his head, glanced at Yang Beicheng with a smile, and said slowly: "A few years ago, he was killed by me......

"Uh......" Yang Beicheng was stunned, and still asked with some reluctance: "Then, what about his soft sword? Where are you, Master Ye?" I am willing to spend a lot of money to buy ......."

Ye Qingsoul shook his head with a smile, "I was cut off by my palm." ”

"A split palm?"

Yang Beicheng was stunned for a moment, and a dull expression appeared on his face.

He could vaguely imagine such a scene: a white-clothed swordsman, with a "bang", pulled out the long sword like water at his waist, shook it hard, and under the infusion of internal strength, the soft sword suddenly became indestructible, and there was a buzz. He killed one person in ten steps, and finally stained his white clothes with blood, and finally, he met Ye Qingsoul.

The white-clothed swordsman snorted coldly, lifted his sword and slashed it off on the head, the speed was extremely fast. Seeing that it was about to be fatal with one blow, at the critical moment, Ye Qingsoul chuckled, raised his hand, and split his sword with one palm.

Split......

The corners of Yang Beicheng's mouth twitched, and he suddenly had the idea that no matter how he practiced martial arts, he would never be able to surpass the man in front of him.

"Well, if you want a soft sword, find a skilled blacksmith to fight it. There are still many such capable people among the people, this kind of thing is not a rare object for you, right?" Ye Qingsoul saw Yang Beicheng in a daze, and thought that he was distressed about that weapon, so he opened his mouth and said with relief.

"That's right...... To tell you the truth, I have a special weapon room at home, and there are eighteen kinds of weapons in the collection, although the soft sword is relatively rare, but there is just one, but I don't know if it is easy to call. Yang Beicheng quickly broke free from the blow brought to him by Ye Qingsoul, scratched his head, and said with a smile.

Speaking of this, he immediately became itchy and couldn't wait to go home and practice his sword quickly.

"Go, you just started practicing, you can choose a lighter sword appropriately, and after you have thoroughly mastered the moves and power, then use the heavy sword to break through, and the effect should be better. Ye Qingsoul saw his thoughts, so he didn't hold it anymore, and finally mentioned something.

Yang Beicheng showed a grateful look on his face, nodded vigorously, and was about to leave, when he suddenly remembered something, he quickly turned his head and asked: "Master Ye, after a while, you and Mr. Lin should also participate in the poverty alleviation activities in Wayao Village prepared by the Jinling Chamber of Commerce, right?"

"What, you're going too?"

Ye Qingsoul hadn't discussed this matter with Lin Rushuang yet, and when he heard Yang Beicheng mention it at this moment, he asked with some curiosity.

"Hmm. Yang Beicheng nodded and said with a wry smile: "Originally, I didn't plan to go, after all, martial arts training is important." But I heard that this year's operation, the leaders of the city are also preparing to participate in it, and even a provincial official has come. This is a good opportunity, everyone is gearing up, if you seize it, there will be policy support in the future, and it will be difficult to make a fortune!"

"Master Ye, if you go, be sure to talk to me, let's take care of it together, don't you say?"

"No problem. ”

Ye Qingsoul agreed without hesitation, and asked Yang Beicheng a lot about this kind of charity activity, and then gradually got to know it.

In such charity activities, some people really want to do public welfare, help the poor and save the suffering, and some want to hype up and sell their reputation. There are also those who simply want to broaden their network and make friends, and all in all, they are always popular.

After Yang Beicheng left, Ye Qingsoul entered the company building and rushed straight to the floor where Lin Rushuang's office was located.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he was about to go out, when a familiar face happened to come to him, and he looked at it, it turned out to be Chen Ang.

"Yo, Mr. Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time, I see that your Yin Tang is black, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster recently!" Ye Qingsoul glanced at him and said with a smile.

Chen Ang's face darkened, but he didn't speak, just sneered and walked into the elevator.