"Haha, you kid actually secretly practiced butterfly steps?"

Chu Xiong was stunned, and said with a smile: "Your footwork is half-baked, and I won't bully you, so I will use the trick of stacking waves." ”

"That, don't get me wrong, I really haven't practiced secretly, I saw Qiao Yuchi's classmates use it yesterday, and I was in a hurry, so I used it temporarily. ”

It's not good to say that stealing a teacher, it's a little obscene, and the fat man quickly clarifies it.

As soon as this remark came out, Lin Lin's face became even more ugly, and he would use it if he saw it, did he really use butterfly steps as roadside cabbage?

She was full of resentment, and almost yelled: "Classmate Chuxiong, come down, my mother will go up and practice him." ”

Hold on, hold on!

The old lady can't get angry with a pig and drop the price!

Lin Lin's chest rose and fell violently, and she comforted herself like this again, which suppressed her anger.

"Stacked waves!"

Chu Xiong was full of the idea of beating the pig on the other side, he didn't bother to talk nonsense, he shouted violently, and another move turned into seven consecutive attacks, and the chain shrouded the past.

The fat man stepped on the half-baked butterfly step again, and walked away.

Chu Xiong's feet fluttered up, rubbing, a more authentic butterfly step!

He is a martial arts practitioner, and he has not only practiced butterfly steps, but also practiced harder than Qiao Yuchi, and he is also better at it.

Butterfly step is a beginner martial art, not very advanced, easy to get started, and relatively difficult to become a small one.

Qiao Yuchi studied hard and barely touched the threshold of Xiaocheng, and Chu Xiong was already in the realm of Xiaocheng.

The authentic butterfly stepped down, and Chu Xiong instantly stuck to his face.

Seeing that the sword was successful, Chu Xiong turned the blade of the sword slightly, preparing to slap the fat man into a pig's head.

Unexpectedly, the fat man made a strange fold under his feet and accelerated to slash out.

Chu Xiong's heavy sword chased after him like a shadow, and the fat man swished, and suddenly fled along the diagonal.

Seven swords chased in a row, and the fat man folded back and forth on the diagonal, so that all the attacks were missed, and the foot, subdivided, was like a star bucket shape.

"Seven...... Starwalk?"

Xu Tingting looked at Lan Xin, her face full of surprise.

"Don't look at me, this seven-star step is my family heirloom, but it's too boring and hard to practice, and I'm half-baked, messy, and I can't even get started. Lan Xin smiled bitterly.

"Then when did he steal the school?" Xu Tingting asked.

"I don't know, when he came in, I was fighting someone else in the ring, and I seem to have done it, and when I hit him on the stage just now, I seem to have ......done it."

Lan Xin thought about it carefully, and said in horror: "He won't learn it at that time, right?"

Hearing this, everyone's faces were sluggish.

Then, the mutation in the ring rose again, and all the friends were completely stunned.

After the third stacking sword style was skillfully dodged by the seven star steps, Chu Xiong was slightly stunned, and then he didn't spare his hand, stepped on the butterfly step of the Xiaocheng realm, and the fourth time the stacking sword style was used, the seven consecutive attacks were connected into one piece, and he slashed down with all his might.

The fat man wanted to dodge with a half-baked butterfly step, but it was useless.

Seven star steps, still useless.

As a last resort, the fat man gritted his teeth, flipped the heavy sword in his hand, and turned into a layer of sword shadows between square inches.

"Ding! Ding......"

Six dense jingles turned out.

"Stacked waves!"

Lin Lin exclaimed in shock, her body trembling uncontrollably, with shock, and more ecstasy.

From her more acute perspective, the fat man's performance is also a stacked wave style, a little rusty, it should be said that there are subtle differences, but it is very similar to Chu Xiong's stacked wave style.

The fat man was in a hurry, and he could only use six consecutive attacks.

The last sword was not a threat at all, he raised his hand easily, punched off, and retreated with strength.

Chu Xiong was stunned, Lin Lin was stunned, the audience was stunned, and there was no sound for a long time.

"Well, I really didn't steal the teacher. The fat man stood there, embarrassed to explain, with a shy face.

"You...... Try my sword drop again!"

After being stunned, Chu Xiong shouted, and the heavy sword was raised, drifting again and again, like a drizzle in the breeze.

The sword seemed to be as light as nothing, and it was still far away, but it suddenly disappeared into the air, and when it reappeared, it broke through its chest and sank with great force.

The fat man was startled, it was too late to resist with his sword, so he could only bend his elbow to resist.

Bang, I don't know how terrifying the power is, and a sword swept the fat man out.

"Falling Sword Pose!"

Chu Xiong shouted violently, slid to the fat man's body, and raised another sword lightly.

The fat man was in the air, his eyes were extremely focused, and there was nothing else in his eyes except for the heavy sword that was approaching in heaven and earth.

Suddenly, the fat man was like just now, and the coming heavy sword became very slow, very slow.

Like a playback in slow motion, everything has a clear trajectory.

When the heavy sword disappeared, the fat man also shouted, and the long sword in his hand directly used the six-hit stacked sword style.

With a clang, the fat man staggered and slipped back.

The sword under the falling sword style is almost a stacked sword style of seven swords in one, and the power is extremely terrifying.

Chu Xiong chased straight after him, and the sword fell for the third time.

The fat man was still extremely focused, and there was only the sword falling style in his eyes, at this moment, he not only saw the relaxed trajectory clearly, but also jumped out of his mind the sword-falling sword style-martial intent.

Martial intent is a kind of mysterious and mysterious thing, which can only be understood, not spoken.

But there was no reason, but the sword-like martial intent vaguely poured out from the depths of the fat man's soul.

This vague martial intent merged into the slightest sword style, and suddenly, everything became extremely clear, and there was no secret to speak of.

In a flash, the heavy sword in the fat man's hand also fluttered up.

In the air, the two heavy swords are like two butterflies, dancing in the air, singing and harmonizing, complementing each other.

Then, with a flap of their wings at the same time, they disappeared in place.

"Ding!"

The two swords struck each other, and a violent wave of qi erupted in the air.

The fat man and Chu Xiong each slipped backwards - evenly matched!

"Falling Sword Pose!"

The martial arts classmates collectively muttered, and only then did they gasp for the breath that had been pressing on their chests.

Didn't steal the teacher.

I really didn't steal the teacher.

Look at it two or three times, and you can do it on the spot, what the hell, who dares to say that it is a stealing teacher?

And those butterfly steps and seven star steps, what the hell are they?

Co-authored, just played with other people, were you kidding?

Just ask the big guy, do you dare to be a little more stubborn?

"Dead fatty, try this again - You Sword Style!"

Chu Xiong does not believe in evil, and the heavy sword is raised, like a swimming dragon snake, shuttling away, shaking his head and tail, and he can attack anywhere, which is extremely mysterious.

......

"Dead fatty, you try the sword style again. ”

Two minutes later, Chu Xiong roared again and danced a thousand sword shadows.

......

After another two minutes, Chu Xiongzhan was in a daze, the ring was quiet, and the heavens and the earth were quiet.

The fat man was shameless, and said with anticipation on his face: "Brother Xiong, the colorful swordsmanship should be more than these four styles, continue." ”

"Continue your sister, and then continue, the whole set of swordsmanship has been stolen for you to learn. ”

Chu Xiong was so angry that he smashed the heavy sword in his hand, trying to stab the fat man to death.

The fat man sideways to avoid it, grabbed the hilt of the sword, brought it to his hand, and stood there laughing.

By now, the fat man knew the source of the martial intent that was inexplicably pouring out of his mind.

Martial arts comes from all things in heaven and earth.

The pioneers of martial arts watched the sun rise and the moon set, watched the flowers bloom and fall, the clouds rolled up, the birds and beasts, the pillow wind accompanied the moon, melted into the heaven and the earth, and watched its shape for a long time, and understood its god, which created a martial art that requires the unity of form and spirit.

And this god is Wuyi.

The dragon scorpion and the four-clawed blue dragon are divine creatures, and their lifespans are terrifying, and if they don't get it right, they have survived on the deep blue planet for thousands of years.

Looking at the mountains and rivers for thousands of years, even a pig will have its own unique understanding, not to mention that they are still highly intelligent creatures.

That's how the martial intent came about, it was stored in the depths of Shuanglong's memory, which was swallowed in one bite, and those complex and profound martial intent were inherited by the way.

Butterfly steps, seven-star steps, and even colorful swordsmanship, compared to the martial intent that Shuanglong has comprehended for thousands of years, it is really shallow.

So, after watching it a few times, through its shape, the mind made up the corresponding superficial martial intent by itself, and materialized the originally vague martial intent.

Well, everything, that's definitely the way it is.

The fat man guessed blindly, but he expected that it should be eight or nine or ten.

Guessing this, the fat man added a little confidence in the rebirth fruit.

In the future, on the road of the Youth King Championship, no matter what kind of opponent you encounter, as long as you can't kill someone once, watch it a few more times......

Hehe, your moves, the fat man can learn them all.

And, hit you with your moves on the spot.

I just ask you, are you afraid?