Li Wusheng still sat on the high hall as before, his figure seemed to be thinner, the skin on his face was still smooth, and only a few slightly gray hairs on his sideburns told him about the years he had passed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Li Qingyou was still waiting on the side, and the dust whisk in his hand seemed to have been replaced, which was even heavier.

The young face has also matured with the passage of time.

There was more composure in his eyes.

"It's been six years since we recruited three generations of disciples, right?"

Li Wusheng's eyes always looked out the window, but there were only two people here, obviously this was said to Li Qing.

"Yes, it's been six and a half years."

Li Qingyou's answer was very crisp, obviously he had a good memory, and he also remembered what the master wanted to know.

"This generation. . . I remember that there was a nice boy who seemed to worship under your Uncle Yu. ”

"Yu Zhuocheng, Luoyang Yu family, concubine."

The memory is very clear.

"Well, yes, it's him. How's it going now? ”

Li Wusheng picked up the teacup in front of the case, which was not the kind of oil tea with condiments, but a clear tea with only a little tea soaked, and took a sip, full of aftertaste echoing.

'The night boy thought of this drink is really good. ’

While holding the tea bowl, he rubbed it lightly with the tea lid, and his eyes narrowed slightly as if he was thinking about something.

Li Qingyou said slowly

"Yu Zhuocheng's cultivation speed is very fast, he is only eighteen this year, he started cultivating at the age of eight, he has been cultivating at home for four years, and he has only been cultivating in the Pure Yang Palace for six years, and now he has reached the middle stage of innate development, and his cultivation speed is extremely fast, even surpassing some second-generation disciples."

After thinking about it, he said with some caution

"And because of his slightly debauched personality, decisive work, and such outstanding cultivation talent, among the second generation of disciples, many people call him 'Xie Yunliu Second'."

"This son is an out-and-out genius."

Li Wangsheng's action of sipping tea stopped, and the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, with a slight smile.

"These boys can really think about it."

"Xie Yunliu second?"

Slowly put down the tea bowl in his hand, the lid was slightly covered, and Li Wangsheng said casually

"So, what about that kid?"

"Night?"

Li Qingyou's brows furrowed slightly.

"He... There is something that the disciple does not know whether to talk about or not. ”

Li Wangchang raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised.

"Speaking of which, what is my mother-in-law doing?"

"That disciple is lying in vain."

Li Qingyou exhaled slightly, as if this breath had been accumulated in his heart for a long time.

"The disciple has always thought that it was a wrong decision for Master to send him to the scope of three generations of disciples."

Li Qingyou's gaze was very serious

"His cultivation has surpassed the vast majority of second-generation disciples, and among his peers, and even among his disciples who are ten years older than him, it is difficult to find someone who can take his three moves."

"He's not a genius, he's a demon."

The word demon was not a good word in the Tang Dynasty.

The smile in the corner of Li Wusheng's eyes became a little thicker.

He understood what his disciple meant, and said softly:

"It is precisely because he is a peerless demon that I asked him to help Jing Xumai and regain his life."

As if he suddenly remembered something, Li Wusheng continued

"Three generations of disciples, how much time is left?"

Li Qingyou lowered his head and thought about it, and replied quickly

"It is generally carried out in the eighth year of the initiation of the new generation of disciples, and there are still one year, five months and twenty-three days."

Li Wusheng nodded.

"Sixteen, right? Has he ever tried to go down the mountain? ”

Li Qingyou was a little puzzled, didn't he just talk about the three generations of disciples? Why did you bring up the night words again?

But the mouth still answered as usual

"I haven't done it yet."

Li Wangsheng's eyes suddenly narrowed

"Then let's give him a custom trial."

The teacup was picked up again, and he said as he sipped it lightly

"He has a lot more to face when he comes down the mountain."

......

Anbu Field

Ye Jinyan and Bai Tingyin stood opposite each other.

The two of them hadn't fought each other in a long time.

However, after listening to the three saints' jokes, the pressure in Bai Tingyin's heart was obviously a lot greater, so he naturally proposed this competition.

It's just a swordsmanship competition.

Both of them pressed their physical fitness to the realm of condensation, that is, about three thousand catties.

Whoever exceeds this limit of power loses.

Because control is also a very important skill.

The two held wooden swords, their eyes intertwined.

The two people who were separated by a foot had completely different expressions.

The invisible aura enveloped the two of them, and the two different sword intents collided with each other, stirring up gusts of wind and waves.

Although the sword intent is the same derivative of the idea as the True Qi True Yuan, it is completely different from the True Qi True Yuan.

To put it bluntly, True Qi True Yuan is a product of people cooperating with breathing and using spiritual power to energize this breath, while sword intent is a pure spirit.

This spiritual power comes from the heart, but also from the soul, it is a kind of momentum, but also a strong thought.

Now, what Ye Jinyan and Bai Tingyin are engaged in is this kind of confrontation of sword intent.

Ye Jinyan smiled, looking at ease, while Bai Tingyin on the opposite side was slightly pale, his brows furrowed, he didn't expect the other party's sword intent to be so strong.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the competition of sword intent had obviously been completely lost, but at least he had to outperform him in pure swordsmanship.

Bai Tingyin stepped forward with his left step, and the tip of the wooden sword was aimed at the front of him and stabbed at great speed.

Three thousand catties of strength is a small crane in modern times, and a small car can be lifted directly, so what will happen if such a huge force is concentrated on a wooden sword with the thickness of an arm?

The sharp sound of the wind as the tip of the sword broke through the air sounded, and a distance of a zhang was crossed in one step, leaving no trace in place.

Straight stab!

Ye Jinyan did not act rashly, his eyes did not focus on the wooden sword, but at the moment when Bai Tingyin sprinted over, he quickly swept his whole body, legs, hips, waist, arms, shoulders, and eyes, and finally put his eyes on his sword.

Swing your sword to block lightly

'Click'

The wooden sword that stabbed straight was directly deflected, and the force that was concentrated on one point was suddenly crooked, Bai Tingyin's face was solemn, his gaze quickly swept over the three positions of Ye Jinyan's shoulder, elbow and arm, and his left hand slapped the handle, and the long sword suddenly turned around.

Stab again!

Ye Jinyan's face remained unchanged, the wooden sword was erected, his footsteps retreated slightly, the wooden sword blocked the backstab, a series of movements did not have the slightest stagnation, as coherent as flowing water, and the long sword moved extremely fast but did not make any sound at all.

Raise the handle with your left hand

Chop.

'Click'

Bai Tingyin blocked, and the wooden sword continued to reverse

The speed at which the two of them swung their swords and moved their swords was extremely fast, and the sound of 'clicking' was almost connected, and the two of them obviously only used the physical strength of the condensation realm, but the faces of the innate disciples who were watching the battle on the side were also very solemn, and they all thought about how to deal with such an opponent if they encountered such an opponent.

The results were devastating.

It's so hard to be like these two, with your eyes and hands and palms in one.

But even if the two of them are strong enough, they still have to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, and everyone continues to watch, feeling a little more curious.

A few drops of sweat swept between his eyebrows, Bai Tingyin's face was even paler, this little physical activity didn't consume too much strength, if it was just such a competition, it was estimated that it would not be able to distinguish between the superior for three days and three nights, so the two of them invariably released their sword intent during the battle, in order to make a flaw.

Bai Tingyin obviously had the upper hand slightly.

Sweat drips

The eyelids shrank automatically, and half of the darkness flashed, and the time was not even a hundredth of a breath.

But when Bai Tingyin's eyelids rose again, a wooden sword had already broken through his defense and pointed in front of his closed eye.

Ye Jinyan is still smiling.

"Xiaoyin, you lost."