Wen Renzheng has nothing to say about Liu Dashao's shamelessness.

This kid is more serious than anyone else, and no one is serious when this kid is not serious.

The choice of the heavenly sword is mainly because of the good character can be decided, the dynasties, the vicissitudes of the world, the people with good character are like the stars in the sky are countless, but there are a few people who get the heavenly sword.

"Come with the old man, don't sharpen you, after a hundred years, I have no shame to meet the predecessors of the past generations, and I am blind to choose a kid like you as the heir!"

"Where are you going?"

"Out of town!"

As soon as Wen Renzheng's words fell, Liu Mingzhi felt that he couldn't help himself, and he was caught up in the air by Wen Renzheng holding his collar.

A distance of dozens of feet up and down, I can only hear the wind whirring in my ears, and I can't see anything clearly, so I can only squint my eyes and feel this feeling of detachment from gravity.

Liu Yi was lying on the roof of the house, looking at Wen Ren who was galloping away with his young master, and couldn't help but show a look of admiration.

"The heavenly sword is the heavenly sword, shaped like a blast of wind, like lightning, the innate master is worthy of being a land immortal by the people in the martial arts, and the mountain can collapse and crack with a slight movement, such a realm I can't reach in my life!"

I don't know how long it took, Liu Mingzhi felt the fullness of the earth again, suppressed the dizziness in his mind, and looked at Wen Renzheng who was looking away with his back hand: "Old man, where is this?" ”

"On the banks of the Golden River!"

"The Golden River a hundred miles away from Jingshi?"

Liu Mingzhi looked at the surrounding environment by the moonlight, except for the sound of rushing water, there was very little to see, but one thing he was sure of was that this was indeed the bank of the Golden River.

Swallowing his saliva, Liu Mingzhi looked as if he were ........... It is Wen Renzheng, a master outside the world: "How long has it been since you arrived on the banks of the Golden River?" ”

"Half a pillar of incense, huh?"

"Fifteen minutes? You flew .........."

Liu Mingzhi suddenly stopped, the girl is really flying, and what kind of swishing is it.

"Minutes?"

"What you say outside the plug is what you mean, don't mind, old man, what are you bringing me here for?"

Wen Renzheng suddenly turned around and looked at Liu Dashao gloomily, startling him with a sigh, I don't understand how a person with high moral and respected Wen Renzheng can have such a look!

"The little tree is not cultivated or straightened, as the descendant of the Heavenly Sword, if you continue to be so lazy, you kid will become a crooked neck tree sooner or later, how can the old man be your mentor to see you so willing to fall."

"Old man, I really can't practice, it's not lazy!"

"The old man thinks that you are very smart, you have a good understanding, and you can practice the nine-style sword song almost, who would have thought that you would be so unsuccessful, since you are so old, I will personally teach you and pull out the heavenly sword!"

"Old man, I ........."

"If you don't draw your sword, the old decay will skin you!"

With a pop, the cold and cold heavenly sword came out of its sheath, shining with a sharp light against the moonlight, which sent chills down people's spines.

"The feet are one foot apart, the waist is concentrated, and the dantian is sunk and the Yuan acupoint is closed."

Liu Mingzhi put on a posture according to Wen Renzheng's instructions, and he didn't know how many times he practiced this move according to the nine-style sword song, but he still couldn't get it.

Wen Renzheng pinched his sword finger and waved it lightly, and a strong wind wrapped around Liu Mingzhi's body: "The first style of the nine-style sword song, the mountains and rivers fall!" ”

Liu Mingzhi found that he couldn't help but practice the nine-style sword song, and the internal force in his body unnaturally flowed through the eight veins, which was a feeling he had never felt before.

The sword of the heavenly sword was crisp, and after the sword move, Liu Mingzhi looked at the turf around him that was overturned to the ground and was a little stunned, is this a movement made by himself?

It turns out that Young Master Ben is so strong!

"Don't be distracted, Qi Xingyutang, the two acupoints in the atrium are small Zhou Tian out of the sky and into the leg Liangqiu acupuncture point to run Zhou Tian, the wrist Qu Chi Ti Dantian Qi runs the arm, the second style of the nine-style sword song, the waves rise!"

Liu Mingzhi felt that his whole body was being manipulated by the people, and he couldn't help dancing again, the sword light was shining, the sword chant was cheerful, and Liu Mingzhi, who had set his momentum, looked at the undulating golden river and swallowed his saliva!

It turns out that Young Master Ben is really strong!

"The waves are undulating, the qi of the dantian is endless, the qi travels the two points of the Fengchi Tianzhu, the residual strength of the waves of the second sword song, the third sword song, the sunset slanting!"

Young Master Ben is too strong!

"The Fourth Sword Song Rising Sun!"

Young Master Ben wants to fight ten!

"The Fifth Sword Song Bi Haitao!"

Young Master Ben can't complain.

"Sixth Sword Song Terrain Kun!"

If you don't accept the heads-up, who is this young master afraid of! Come on, just a moment!

"The Seventh Sword Song Mountains and Rivers Fall!"

Young Master Ben, no one is targeting anyone here, it's all rubbish!

"The Eighth Sword Song Ghost God Howl!"

The sun rises in the east, and I am the only one who is undefeated! Young Master Ben wants to change his name, Dongfang is not ........ Old Win!

"The nine-style sword song sword song is the main attack and killing, a sword is stronger than a sword, such as an angry sea of waves, continuous and continuous, running around the big acupuncture points, the qi of the dantian and the five acupoints, the ninth sword song is amazing!"

Liu Mingzhi's body danced in the air, ignoring gravity, flipping and boiling in the air, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the golden river was rippling, the grass was lying on the riverside, and the strong wind was whistling and the birds were flying in fright.

"It's amazing!"

Liu Mingzhi waved the heavenly sword in his hand, and the sword qi slashed straight away, a lush dense forest next to the Jinhe River clicked, Liu Mingzhi landed smoothly, and the dense forest fell to the ground one after another, cutting off at the waist

Liu Mingzhi held the heavenly sword in his hand and looked at the power of hundreds of people whose waist thickness was cut together, and his heart trembled, and he was finally not a scumbag.

Finally not the five scum of the war, finally can find Qi Yun to 'take revenge', Liu Mingzhi put the heavenly sword into the sheath, and he already planned in his heart, and after Qi Yun gave birth, he must fight with him for three hundred rounds.

In order to repay the shame of Dangyang Academy in the past.

"it!"

Liu Mingzhi, who put away the heavenly sword for a moment, collapsed on the ground with a groan, and at this moment he felt like he was paralyzed to save himself, and his whole body did not feel anything except soreness, and he couldn't use any strength at all.

Wen Renzheng slowly walked in front of Liu Mingzhi: "Nine-style sword song, the heavens are amazed, don't give up halfway, run the nine-style sword song according to your memory!" ”

"Old man, I'm tired!"

Wen Renzheng took out a jet-black pill from his arms and sent it to Liu Dashao's mouth.

Liu Mingzhi shook his head and dodged, this pill looked like he was stretching out his legs and glaring at the pill, and he didn't have the courage to eat it.

"This is the Tiger Fetal Pill, which is refined from various tonic medicines, specializing in treating the secret wounds of the collapse of the body that is too heavy in martial arts, and it is almost eaten, and it is running the Nine Style Sword Song!"

Liu Mingzhi swallowed the pill suspiciously, rested for half a pillar of incense, and re-practiced the nine-style sword song under the instructions of Wen Renzheng's words.

Liu Mingzhi looked at the destruction he had caused and was a little surprised: "Old man, why did you only cut off two trees?" Shouldn't hundreds of trees be cut down at once? ”

Wen Renzheng rolled his eyes, he was really too lazy to take care of this disciple who didn't understand bullshit.

Until now, I am wondering, why did the Heavenly Sword choose its master, is it because it has been too long, and the sword will be old and dizzy?

"Nonsense, it was the old innate sword intent before, and it would be good if you only cut off two trees within ten zhang of the sixth rank of force!"

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