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The guerrilla generals have also come up.

The third floor, the third level, as long as you pass this level, Zhongnan Village will be able to pass the guò test and obtain the qualification to establish the Zhongnan Sword Gate.

From then on, it was no longer a small village, but the identity of an inferior sect.

"Let me talk about the assessment rules of the third level of the tea party. ”

The guerrilla general spoke.

The third level is really closely related to "tea". The representative of the sect who is responsible for guarding the pass is the representative of the inferior sect Xieming Peak: Sun Zhengfei.

That is, the half-bald old man.

This old cultivator, the same third stage of the airway, has been immersed in this level for a full twenty years, so it can be said that he has entered the fourth stage of the airway in half a step.

Such a veteran martial artist has countless experiences, has a lot of actual combat experience, and he will always have some unexpected tricks and learning. The equipment worn is even more tempered, and none of it is not a good thing.

In a word, the heritage is profound.

And the assessment content of the last level is also very simple, that is, sit down, sit opposite Sun Zhengfei, and drink three cups of tea - as long as you drink three cups of tea, it means that you have cleared the customs.

It's easy to say, but it's another thing to do.

Liang Qiufeng never believed that people would politely invite him to sit down, pour tea and pass water.

The table where the tea set is placed, a few feet square, is the arena of this level.

"Please!"

Sun Zhengfei, who was already sitting, stood up and made a gesture of please.

Liang Qiufeng walked over and sat down, and the two faced each other.

The tea set on the table is set up, and the jīng is elegant. A teapot, three white porcelain cups.

"Without wasting any more time, let's get started. ”

Sun Zhengfei said with a smile, but he looked yīn owl, and that smile looked yīn sen.

"Good. ”

Liang Qiufeng's answer was crisp.

Sun Zhengfei picked up the teapot in one hand, poured tea into a cup, and then put it down: "The first cup, please drink." ”

The tea is abundant, with several pieces of turquoise tea leaves floating in it, exuding an alluring fragrance. Don't talk about drinking, smell it, and feel relaxed.

This cup of tea is placed on the table, a stone's throw away, and you can get it as soon as you stretch out your hand.

Liang Qiufeng took a breath, his face was unprecedentedly solemn, and then he slowly stretched out his hand.

Son was still smiling, a typical smiling man. When he saw that Liang Qiufeng's hand was half a foot away from the teacup, he also made a move.

The two hands quickly put together, then parted and retracted.

Liang Qiufeng frowned, as if he had suffered a loss.

Sun Zhengfei said leisurely: "On the first floor, on the second floor, you didn't make a sword. But on the third floor, if you don't make a sword, you can't drink my tea. ”

Liang Qiufeng was silent and did not say anything to refute.

Sun Zhengfei continued: "I know that you deliberately didn't use your sword to build momentum. He is young, but he has a section of the airway, and he has condensed the sword momentum, which is very good. ”

"But, that's not enough. ”

The last sentence is to cut the nail and cut the iron.

Liang Qiufeng said unhurriedly: "I want to try again." ”

Slowly reach out again.

Sun Zhengyi shook his head and said frankly: "Why bother to ask for hardship and waste time?"

The two hands, clashing at a very fast speed, are not only fighting skills, but also about the comparison of true qi. Although he was fighting, he was able to control his strength very well, and there was no explosion of the qi. The entire table remained untouched and unaffected.

Call!

Suddenly, in the cup full of tea, the tea rose out of thin air, like a water curtain, towards Sun Zhengfei.

Sun Zhengfei sighed, but he was a little caught off guard. The other hand that had been standing still waved up, forming five fingers into a palm, blocking the front door.

But the next moment, there was no attack on tea.

I saw Liang Qiufeng open his mouth, and the tea that was originally hitting the other party turned around, flew over, and swallowed all of them, gurgling, and drank it all into his stomach without leaking.

"Good tea!"

Sun Zhengfei said word for word: "Sword qi?"

What Liang Qiufeng used just now was clearly sword qi, using qi to penetrate the water, turning water into a sword, and attacking him. In fact, he played a trick, and when Sun Zhengfei defended, the sword qi controlled the tea, but turned around and ran into Liang Qiufeng's mouth and drank it.

The first cup of tea.

"Hehe, it's really not a master who doesn't break through. We were all deceived by your cultivation, not only condensed the sword momentum, but also refined the sword qi. It turns out that your sword is not unsheathed, but the sword is there, but it has not had a chance to activate it before. ”

The representatives of the other sects watching the battle had shocked faces.

Among them, there are three swordsmen, who are good at cultivation, but none of them really possess sword qi. And when Liang Qiufeng was weak, he refined his sword qi in a section of the qi path, and he was very successful.

It can be seen from this that this sub-talent and exercises are not lacking, and it is likely to be the best choice.

The guerrilla general was a little excited, and suddenly added another point to Liang Qiufeng's potential assessment, and thought in his heart: With Liang Qiufeng's current talent and qualifications, he should never have advanced to the airway level at the age of twenty, and there must be something hidden in it. Or, perhaps, delayed by the barren environment on the other side of the barren island.

The dragon veins of the wasteland are broken, the vitality of heaven and earth is thin, and people are among them, and their cultivation is half the effort, and there are many unpleasant ones. As the saying goes, "the environment makes man", and if the environment is not strong, people will be greatly restricted. And after coming to Shenzhou, it will be very different, the suppressed potential will be completely flourished, and the future will be unlimited.

was surprised by Liang Qiufeng to drink the first cup of tea, Sun Zhengfei was not depressed, and reached out and poured the second cup: "Second cup of tea, please." ”

Liang Qiufeng raised his eyebrows: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate." ”

Turn the fist into a finger, use the finger as a sword, sneer, but it is "Thirty-six Swords Chasing the Wind". In an instant, the finger shadow is long, sharp and incomparable, and it is all a routine of rushing to attack.

Sun Zhengfei is also a person, his eyes are old-fashioned, and when he looks at this method of pointing at the sword, although the momentum is sharp, it is obviously lacking in power. At least for him, there is a very big difference between the finger and the sword, and the different ways of casting it.

Mo said that Liang Qiu Feng was in the lower level of the airway, even if it was a Martial King level, or even a legendary Martial God, when they faced an evenly matched opponent, they would not hold it up, but would use a proud weapon.

At the moment, Liang Qiufeng did not use a sword, but replaced it with his fingers. The only explanation is to bluff and play that trick.

This point has been tried and tested by him many times before. Not to mention, the routine is not afraid of the old, true and false, even if the old rivers and lakes are not careful, they will be fooled.

But this time, it will never be fooled again.

Sun Zhengfei secretly made up his mind, paid attention to observing, on the one hand, he was waiting for his strength, and on the other hand, he saw the moves, so that the same was changing.

"Okay, I finally can't hold my breath and want to make a real move, just let the horse come, the old man is waiting!"

Suddenly, his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Liang Qiufeng's left hand pressed to the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he couldn't help but move in his heart and pay closer attention.

Wow!

Liang Qiufeng's left hand pressed the hilt of the sword, as if it had taken root, and he couldn't take it away. The right hand that can be attacked, the two fingers in the middle of the food are put together to make a sword, but the move suddenly changes, and it stops suddenly, and the fingers are hooked, outlining an unbelievable trajectory.

It looks slow, but it's actually fast to a certain extreme, which is unguardable. When he retracted it, his fingers had hooked the cup of tea on the table, raised it to his lips, and slowly sipped it.

Second cup of tea. (To be continued.) )