This sword code should have been created by a mortal martial arts master named Peacock Daming King.

In the summer of that year, Qingchen traveled to the world and saw him perform, so he was slightly impressed.

Pingyang swordsman, who was full of laughter, couldn't help but sigh lightly, and looked at Xia Qingchen with a little surprise: "You actually know that the old man is cultivating the Peacock Sword Codex?"

Knowing the source of his swordsmanship, there are no more than five in the entire Yungu City, how did Xia Qingchen know?

Xia Qingchen walked over without a word, stretched out his hand, and said, "Give me the sword, I'll teach you what the real "Peacock Sword Codex" is. ”

"You teach me?" The Pingyang swordsman was really a little angry.

He felt a deep insult.

As the leading martial arts teacher in Yungu City, how many famous Tianjiao have been produced under the door?

He has never been the only one who has instructed others, and no one has ever dared to speak of guiding him!

Today, how can a boy who is only seventeen years old dare to say such wild words without annoying him?

"Rotten wood, you are really stubborn and hopeless!" Pingyang swordsman flicked his fingers, inserted the seven-star purple sword into the ground, and said: "You want to teach the old man swordsmanship, right? Okay, as you wish! However, if you can't convince the old man, hehe, you student, the old man won't teach!"

Xia Qingchen was unmoved, stepped forward, and pulled out the seven-star purple sword.

The Pingyang swordsman watched coldly, sneering in his heart, I'm afraid that Xia Qingchen can't even hold a sword.

However, to the slight surprise of the Pingyang swordsman, Xia Qingchen not only clenched the hilt of the sword in a skillful posture, but also lightly flipped a sword flower, and murmured: "I haven't used a sword for a long time, and it's a little rusty." ”

After being invincible in the world, the Heavenly Punishment Sword was frozen into the sheath and rarely used.

Slightly familiar with the Seven-Star Purple Sword, Xia Qingchen glanced at the Pingyang swordsman and said, "Look at it, I'll only use it once!"

As he spoke, his temperament changed sharply.

The peaceful eyes were instantly sharp, bursting out with piercing stars.

The whole person is also like an unsheathed sword, with all its edge!

"The first type of peacock opens the screen!"

"The second type is gone!"

"The Third Type Hundred Bird Dynasty Sect!"

Xia Qingchen was like a leisurely walk, his steps turned continuously, and the seven-star purple sword in his hand cooperated seamlessly.

The moves are perfect and flawless.

A back-to-basics charm is invisibly revealed.

In the eyes of the Pingyang swordsman, Xia Qingchen is not performing swordsmanship, but a sword, explaining the truth in the sword.

That, it is a person in the way of the sword, the ultimate realm of the sword that he pursues all his life - the unity of man and sword!

Only a kendo master who has reached the realm of swordsmanship can achieve this.

He couldn't believe that a seventeen-year-old boy had reached the supreme realm of the unity of man and sword!

The wind rises, the clouds surge.

The shadow stops, the sword stops.

The sword intent is continuous and enduring.

Sonorous –

Xia Qingchen put away his sword and laughed at himself with dissatisfaction: "It's really rusty, such a simple sword canon has not been used well." ”

In the eyes of Pingyang swordsmen, the unity of heaven and man, and the flawless mystical swordsmanship is not satisfactory in Xia Qingchen's own eyes!

Xia Qingchen waved his hand casually, inserted the seven-star purple sword into the ground in front of him, and said with his hand: "Although it only shows the essence of the Peacock Sword Codex, it is much stronger than yours! What are you cultivating? The combination of moves and the true intent of the sword technique are all in a mess!"

In the same "Peacock Sword Codex", the swordsmanship of the Pingyang swordsman is empty and pale, like a young child performing it, which is extremely clumsy.

But Xia Qingchen showed the true meaning of swordsmanship, which was subtle and profound, and it made people unable to extricate themselves.

Pingyang Swordsman's lips twitched, and he wanted to argue hard.

However, there is no way to argue with it.

Xia Qingchen's sword path was indeed one gap between heaven and earth higher than him.

"Your best swordsmanship is not as good as my skin, so you still have to guide me?" Xia Qingchen's eyes were cold.

The Pingyang swordsman was in turmoil, and for the first time in his life, he met a young man who couldn't see through.

"Swordsmanship is just one of me, the old man has another four-phase mastery!" Perhaps he wanted to prove himself in a hurry and maintain his dignity as a mentor.

He plays fingering that he is also very good at.

After looking at it, Xia Qingchen shook his head lightly: "It's mediocre!"

"Look! That's the fingering!"

He performed the fingering techniques performed by the Pingyang swordsman, a set of ordinary fingering techniques that were beaten down, and he was beaten out of the artistic conception of a supreme grandmaster by Xia Qingchen!

The Pingyang swordsman blushed and said, "The old man still has boxing skills!"

When he showed it, Xia Qingchen only saw half of it and stopped: "It's unsightly! Eight stars and four secrets of boxing, you don't know anything!"

"Keep your eyes open and take a closer look, what is real boxing!"

It's still the same boxing technique, Xia Qingchen turned decay into magic, which is amazing!

Putting away his fist technique, Xia Qingchen looked at the Pingyang swordsman coldly: "Do you still want to show the remaining two major specialties?"

At this moment, the Pingyang swordsman's face was blue and red, and his chest rose and fell violently, showing his inner injustice.

Looking at the aggressive Xia Qingchen, the Pingyang swordsman trembled and raised his finger and pointed: "You, you ......"

Xia Qingchen said coldly: "What are you? With your half-level, you still dare to come out and teach people?"

With a wave of his hand, Xia Qingchen was like chasing flies: "Get out of here immediately, don't mistake people outside!"

The Pingyang swordsman, who was already extremely emotional, was reprimanded mercilessly by Xia Qingchen.

He was extremely arrogant, and he was so angry that he couldn't stop spewing out a mouthful of blood mist, rolling his eyes on the spot, and falling unconscious to the ground.

"I'm so angry that I'm vomiting blood and fainting?" Xia Qingchen said disdainfully.

A real master is often humble and vague, how can he vomit blood and faint because he is too arrogant and can't stand the stimulation?

Soon, Xia Yuan, who heard the bad news, rushed over.

Seeing this, his face changed greatly!

"Don't blame me, he was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted. Xia Qingchen shrugged helplessly.

Xia Yuan mistakenly thought that Xia Qingchen's talent was too poor, and Pingyang Sword was polite like this, and he couldn't help but be worried.

"This is trouble! The Pingyang swordsman is your cousin's mentor, he has always respected the Pingyang swordsman, if he knows that he is angry with you like this, I am afraid it will be difficult to give up. Xia Yuan was worried.

For a long time, Xia Qilin, who was a genius, looked down on Xia Qingchen.

He was never treated as a relative.

If he learned that the teacher he admired was angry like this by Xia Qingchen, he would definitely be resentful.

"Can he hit our mansion?" Xia Qingchen said indifferently.

Xia Yuan smiled bitterly: "Two months later, it will be your grandfather Xia Cangliu's sixtieth birthday, and the venue will be in the Beixia Mansion of your second uncle's house. ”

Xia Cangliu is the father of Xia Yuan and Xia Xun, and the grandfather of Xia Qingchen and Xia Qilin.

Because the second uncle's family has a big business, grandpa has been living in the second uncle's house.

For his father, who has no income, he is very cold and never comes to visit them.

This time, his 60th birthday was held at his second uncle's house.

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and there will be a way when the time comes. "Xia Qingchen doesn't matter.

Will he be afraid of a Xia Qilin?

Xia Yuan was preoccupied and ordered someone to send the unconscious Pingyang swordsman back.

A day later, the summer mansion in the north of the city.

Xia Qilin rushed back with an angry face.

Xia Xun walked anxiously back and forth in the courtyard, and when he saw him coming back, he asked, "You visited Master Pingyang, how is he doing?"

Yesterday, when he learned that Master Pingyang had an accident, Xia Qilin immediately went to visit him, and only returned at this moment.

"Although the teacher woke up, he was so angry that he was half paralyzed, and he could neither get out of bed nor walk, nor speak. Xia Qilin hated it, and smashed the little stone lion on his side with a palm: "Xia Qingchen, that wild bastard, actually made his teacher angry like this!

In his eyes, his closest cousin is not as important as an outsider.

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to go to Nanxia Mansion to settle accounts with Xia Qingchen.

Xia Xun grabbed him and shouted, "Confused! What is the reason why you knock on the door? If you really do it, your uncle will stand by and watch?"

"What should I do then?" Xia Qilin desperately wanted to vent his evil anger for his teacher.

Xia Xun pondered and said: "Two months later, it will be your grandfather's birthday, if he doesn't come, if he comes, there will be a plan." ”

Hearing this, Xia Qilin's eyes lit up and said, "Okay, I'll ask some friends to help him when the time comes, and I want him to look good!"