Hearing Lao Dao's words, Zhao Huan's face was black.

Changed the name to White Thirteen?

Listening to this meaning, it seems that he must first become an old godson before he can learn swordsmanship with him?

But you are always a Taoist priest and a monk, do you have to be so attached to your bloodline?

Also, Bai Thirteen, could it be that your old surname is Bai?

Zhao Huan smiled, a little embarrassed.

"Old Daoist! The kid has his own swordsmanship cultivation, so you don't have to bother teaching it! But if you're willing to point out your fingers, I will be grateful, boy! ”

"Well said!"

Lao Dao still smiled kindly, but Zhao Huan felt an inexplicable fear: "Twelve! Come and teach you a few tricks! ”

As soon as the words fell, the young man who had just practiced the sword shook his body and rushed to Zhao Huan, and Zhao Huan was about to say hello, when the young man's sword had already stabbed at him.

Zhao Huan was taken aback, and while scrambling to resist, he said loudly to the young man:

"Little brother! Started to do it without saying hello? Impolite ......"

The young man was silent, and stabbed at Zhao Huan one after another, the sword did not leave Zhao Huan's vital point, and the murderous aura emitted made Zhao Huan feel suffocated.

Outrageous! Is this prince easy to mess with?

Teach you how to be a good and polite teenager today!

Zhao Huan was secretly angry in his heart, stabilized his mind, and the Immortal Sutra and the Qingfeng Sword Technique were cast at the same time, and gradually his body was no longer so embarrassed, but he was still obviously in a hurry to parry.

This little boy is so powerful!

You must know that Zhao Huan is barely a master now, but he still feels overwhelmed in the face of this young man, and he is basically pressed and beaten by the young man.

He felt a little aggrieved in his heart, and his fighting spirit gradually grew, and the Qingfeng sword technique combined with the murderous aura greeted the young man.

"Little brother! In that case, then I'm welcome......"

Zhao Huan gritted his teeth and said a cruel word first.

Well! Although it is crushed in terms of strength, it is necessary to win a game in terms of momentum!

Zhao Huan was very unwilling.

I have a system, advanced swordsmanship, and the guidance of a master like Chen Liqing, and I have practiced hard for more than a month, but I was bullied by a child in the mountains not long after I went out, and my old face couldn't hang up!

In addition, the old way is still standing next to him, if you want to be appreciated by others, you have to perform well, maybe people will see that they are very talented.

Isn't that all like that?

Thinking of this, Zhao Huan fought harder.

After a dozen moves......

"Kill this swordsman!"

A loud cry almost scared Zhao Huan.

Wow –

The sword flew high, and Zhao Huan was stunned with his empty hands, not daring to move, for fear that the sword of the young man in front of him would be sent forward by another half an inch.

In that case, my voice will leak in the future, which will seriously affect the timbre.

And at this time, the boy finally spoke:

"Master! You said you can't kill an unarmed person, this person has no sword in his hand now, should I kill or not? ”

To kill or not to kill......

Zhao Huan opened his mouth wide and looked at the young man in front of him who looked very delicate and embarrassed.

it! So cute?

It's as clean as a pool of spring water, but you can't be spoiled by this moody old way!

No way! This little master is my dish, I have to find a way to get it......

Zhao Huan fixed his expression and tried to squeeze out a smile.

"Little brother!" Don't kill the defenseless' is a principle set by the master, of course, you have to abide by it! The master just said angrily, how can you really let the little brother kill you, the junior brother, and I ......"

The boy shook his head.

"How?"

Zhao Huan didn't understand a little, what did he mean by shaking his head? Do you not approve of Prince Ben's words, or don't kill Prince Ben?

Of course, neither of these speculations is clearly correct......

The young man tried his best to pretend to be light-hearted, and said to Zhao Huan:

"You're so old, don't you know how to say a few words? The villain died from talking too much, don't you know? ”

After speaking, the tip of the sword was handed forward with a fingernail so thick, Zhao Huan immediately felt that his throat was enveloped by a cold air, and the whole person tensed, and his eyes didn't dare to blink again, let alone speak.

Then, I saw the black shadow in front of him, and Lao Dao was already standing in front of him, and the anger on his face was clearly visible by the moonlight.

"You have such good swordsmanship, but you made it into that ghost, do you know if you spoil swordsmanship? You ruined the sword, you know? Do you know how to use a sword? Do you know what a sword is? ”

Lao Dao finished speaking angrily, staring at Zhao Huan and waiting for him to answer, but Zhao Huan didn't move, and he didn't even look at him, Lao Dao was even more angry, pointing at Zhao Huan's nose and scolding:

"Little bunny! Dare not answer? Do you look down on me? Still not convinced? ”

I'll go!

Zhao Huan wanted to cry without tears.

You should let the little brother put down the sword!

Pointing at me like this, don't talk about it, I don't dare to put a fart!

Hold on for a while, and you can perform one by wetting your pants!

At this moment, the heavenly voice sounded again:

"Master, to kill or not to kill?"

"it! Didn't you hear people call you senior brother? ”

"But his name is Little Senior Brother!"

Old Dao: "......"

Zhao Huan: Woo! I'm a! Why do you say that people are small......

The old man glanced at the young man and said the most beautiful words that Zhao Huan thought so far:

"Then you are his little brother, and you will be in the future! Put away the sword! ”

Ouch I'll go!

Zhao Huan's body was weak and he almost collapsed on the ground.

"Dao Ye ......"

"Bastard! What Daoye? Didn't you call Master just now? Get out of here and practice my sword! One month! If you still don't know how to use a sword within a month, Dao Ye, I cut off your fingers! ”

"A month? No way! No way! ”

"Can't do it? Break your leg and throw it down the hill now! ”

"Dao...... Master! I...... I'm ...... I'm ......."

"Zhao Huan, the prince of the Great Song Dynasty!" Lao Dao sneered, "What? The sky is gone, are you not out of the sun or is it not raining in the sky? Without you in power, the people of the world would be more comfortable! ”

Zhao Huan's eyes widened: "Master! How do you know who I am? ”

"There's a dragon on your shoes!"

Zhao Huan looked at his feet, secretly scolded himself for being careless, raised his head and begged: "Master! It's not that the disciples are unwilling to practice swords, but that the Great Song Dynasty is worried about internal and external troubles, and now they are fighting against Wang Qing, Ben ...... Disciple, if I don't look at it, I'm afraid I will suffer heavy casualties! Without disciples, there will be sun in the sky, and it will rain, but I am afraid that the people of the Great Song Dynasty will be bullied by foreign races, and only the disciples can bring the people of the Great Song Dynasty to raise their eyebrows......"

After Zhao Huan finished speaking, Lao Dao looked at him silently with his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long while, Lao Dao sighed.

"Since you are so important, you must practice your sword well, so as not to be cut off and my people will be lost! Alas! The old way I just do it myself, I don't want to let go when I see a good seedling, I am born to worry about my life......"

"You come with me!"