Canglang stroked the Xiaoyao sword, "Although I can't use this Xiaoyao sword to fight the Xiaoyao sword, but I hope that people who use this sword will learn this set of swordsmanship in the future. ”

Zhuang Fanjing looked at Cang Lang coldly, "Do you want me to learn your free sword technique?" ”

"It is convenient to act with smart people, and it is easy to understand it, how about it, let's start now!" ”

But those who have practiced martial arts to a certain level, and then learn martial arts, they must learn peerless martial arts. If you want to learn from someone with similar martial arts attainments, you must also choose one of your own martial arts in exchange.

Zhuang Fanjing didn't care about these rules, and nodded, "Okay, I'll learn your self-created free sword technique, which can be regarded as completing your third requirement." ”

At that moment, Canglang used the Xiaoyao Sword to use his self-created Xiaoyao swordsmanship, this set of swordsmanship was created when he was drinking and not drunk, it was already fluttering like flying, virtual and real, there are many changes, coupled with Canglang's free and uninhibited character, the sword moves are more chic and free, outside the debauchery form, Lang is uninhibited, and always does not leave the word Xiaoyao. Now it is combined with the Xiaoyao Sword, which is really a perfect combination of sword and man, man and move, move and sword, and the three can no longer be separated.

I saw that Canglang's body was as light as a swallow, and the sword was like white silk, volleying into the air, and the sword could still take the enemy's life around the arm for three weeks, but it was like a dance, killing people invisibly but without the slightest murderous aura.

Zhuang Fanjing, who was looking directly, couldn't help but secretly applaud, thinking, "Brother Canglang is really good at martial arts, he can create such a good swordsmanship, and this sword is indeed the most demanding of the three swords, and it is really the king of swords." ”

Half an hour later, the one hundred and eighty-six styles of Canglang's free-spirited swordsmanship were all finished. I didn't say a word at the moment, and I didn't stop, and I hit it over and over again with a slowdown of twice the speed. By the time he reached the seventh time, Canglang was already sweating profusely, and Zhuang Fanjing had also learned a complete set of carefree swordsmanship.

Zhuang Fanjing later researched and improved the Xiaoyao swordsmanship, turning the 186-style sword moves into 168-style, and even embodied the word Xiaoyao to the extreme.

When Zhuang Fanjing asked the three apprentices to choose the sword, the original intention was to let the most unruly Wuchen use the Easy Sword, and the ruthless with a cold personality used the Mochizuki Sword. In this way, even if the Easy Sword and the Moon Sword find the right owner, they can exert the greatest power, but the Yingtian Sword, which has the greatest strength, can only be used endlessly for the weakest skill. Fortunately, among the three swords, the weakest requirement for internal force is Ying Tianjian, as for arm strength, you can practice slowly, but helplessly don't like Ying Tianjian.

Ten years ago, Wu Zhi was only eight years old, he didn't like to fight and kill, dance knives and guns, if he was so small, he was holding a ninety-nine pounds and nine taels of Yingtian sword, and it was really embarrassing for him, not to mention letting Wu Zhi use it, just let him see it, he felt that the darkness was very scary, and if he looked at it a few more times, he could be scared to cry by this sword.

As a senior brother, Wuchen saw that Wuzhi didn't like Yingtian Sword, so he gave up the Xiaoyao Sword to Wuzhi and used Yingtian Sword himself.

At that time, Wuchen didn't have a good understanding of himself, he just felt that it was just a sword, although the Xiaoyao Sword was more in line with his heart, but as long as the little junior brother didn't cry or make trouble, and he couldn't sleep by himself, then it didn't matter if he changed it, it was just a sword, and he could use anything.

Who knew that the endless road was not good at dancing the free sword, and he often hurt himself, and he was ruthless and unaccustomed to it, so he exchanged his own moon for the endless leisure.

Ruthless is also reluctant to cut love, but it is very different from what Wuchen thinks in his heart, he knows that the Dao Xiaoyao Sword must be less than the Moon Sword and his mind, and the change of sword is completely out of distress and love for Wuzhi, and he can't bear to see him always hurt himself, so he changed swords with him. ruthless, he won't blink an eye when he kills a hundred people he doesn't care about, but he is the most affectionate to the people he cares about, and he refuses to admit it.

Mochizuki is also not suitable for Endless, Endless is not cold enough, and not ruthless enough, but there is no other choice, so the current situation is formed.

The sword in the hands of the three people is not the most satisfactory for themselves, and they are not the most suitable for themselves, even so, the three people with the sword can still be said to be the peak, it is conceivable that if the three people are holding their favorite weapons, the martial arts will be so amazing.

Wuchen carried Ying Tian Sword and Youtan Qihua on his back, and Wu Zhi carried the Moon Sword with a peacock, and the three of them traveled all the way south, traveling early and resting at night. If you can't find an inn or someone to stay overnight before dark, you can build a temporary shack on the tree, and two people will send the peacock to the tree with light work, and then the two people will sleep under the tree.

When they went, Wuchen and the others were playing while walking, and Wuzhi also had an illness, but when he came back, Wuchen was looking for Xiao Xiao, so even if he took a peacock who didn't know martial arts and couldn't travel day and night, he still walked for half a month to Luoyang. At the beginning of October of the lunar calendar, it was autumn, but Luoyang was still warm, unlike the autumn wind in the north.

The three of them had dinner in Luoyang and found an inn to stay. Just when the three of them were about to rest, they heard the second shopkeeper downstairs shouting and scolding, as if he was reprimanding a guest for not giving money for dinner, and breaking the wine vat.

Wuzhi likes to watch the excitement, poking his head out to see what is going on, Wuchen likes to meet friends everywhere, thinking that if someone needs help, he will also be happy to get a few taels of silver and make friends. Both of them came out of the room, stood upstairs and looked down, without looking, and couldn't ignore it.

It turned out that this person was none other than the uncle of the two people, the old urchin.

Wuchen and Wuzhi were unwilling to show their martial arts in front of everyone, so they both walked down the stairs, and the shopkeeper asked, "What happened?" ”

When the shopkeeper saw that it was dustless, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he nodded and bowed his waist, and apologized, "Guest officer, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, but it's no wonder I'm really this old man, this old man is too annoying." As he spoke, he pointed his finger at the old urchin.

Wu Zhi saw the old urchin happily jumping forward and hugging the old naughty boy, "Uncle, uncle, I want to kill you, why don't you go to the villa to see us, oops, I miss you so much!" ”

The old urchin also hugged and jumped endlessly and shouted, "Ha Lu Ha, I miss you too, but I don't want to see the dead old man, you all ran away from home, that's great!" ”