"What to bet on?" Li Qiansong finally remembered that he didn't seem to know what to bet on.

But he didn't regret it at all, and he didn't panic at all.

After all, the other party is just a four-year-old kid, no matter what he bets, he is confident of winning. He has eaten more salt than Yang Nian has eaten, and he is afraid of hair.

"Didn't you say that I can't give Sister Rongrong a future?" Yang Nian said as he looked at Li Qiansong with his head held high.

Forehead......

But how does it sound weird, a bit like a conversation between a son-in-law and a father-in-law......

"Not bad. Li Qiansong said contemptuously.

He really looked down on Yang Nian, the head of the empty faction, what does a little kid know?

"In that case, let's compare. A bright and sly smile bloomed on Yang Nian's face, "As a teacher, whether you can teach outstanding disciples, cultivation is secondary, and the important thing is whether you can make disciples grow through guidance." So it's better for us to each point out Sister Rongrong once, whether we have the ability or not, we can see it immediately. ”

Yang Nian said extremely seriously.

Although his cultivation is not as good as Li Qiansong, he has a system, he can quickly learn and comprehend, and he is still good at instructing this kind of thing.

As soon as Yang Nian said this, the audience immediately boiled.

"What? That little guy actually wants to compare with Li Qiansong to guide his disciples?"

"Sure enough, it's a child, I don't know how thick the sky is. Who is Li Qiansong? Hey, the great elder of the Fengyun Sect, there are not a thousand but eight hundred disciples he has instructed, where did this little kid get the courage?"

Everyone was laughing at Yang Nian's inadequacy, and the corners of Li Qiansong's mouth also evoked a contemptuous smile.

As the Great Elder of the Fengyun Sect, I don't know how many disciples want to get his guidance, which is enough to see the high level of his guidance.

Now, a child provoked him to instruct his disciples.

That's only an eye-opener for you......

"Good. Li Qiansong agreed, "So you can die in this way." Only when the frog at the bottom of the well has seen the outside world can he know how ignorant and small he is. ”

The frog at the bottom of the well?

Yang Nian just smiled.

"Then we will guide Sister Rongrong to perform her martial arts?" Yang Nian asked.

"It's not a big deal. Li Qiansong responded very happily, "But in order to better judge the level, I think we should instruct different disciples." I instruct Xiang Rongrong, how about you instruct my disciple Xiang Yunfei of the Fengyun Sect?"

Yang Nian thought about it slightly, they all pointed to Rongrong, and it was indeed easy to rip off.

So I immediately agreed.

"As far as I know, the Xiang family has a sword technique - "Thirteen Swords of Cold Light", this sword skill is treacherous and changeable, although there are only thirteen styles, but it can evolve one hundred and eight changes. However, most of the children of the Xiang family can only comprehend about thirty-nine changes. Let's see how many changes they can comprehend after our guidance?" Li Qiansong said with a smile.

"That's very good. Yang Nian said.

"Then let's please give a witness to the head of the family?" Li Qiansong looked at Xiang as he spoke.

Xiang Wen immediately nodded, stepped forward, and said, "It is my duty." ”

"Please. Yang Nian had the demeanor of a grandmaster, his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand made a gesture of please.

Li Qiansong didn't shirk either, looked at Rong Rong and said, "Rong Rong, you first cast the "Thirteen Swords of Cold Light". ”

Nodding to Rongrong, he walked to the middle of the field.

The jade hand rested on the hilt of the Infinite Holy Sword.

Sonor!

Suddenly, the sword came out of its sheath.

A touch of cold light shone out from the blade of the sword, and Xiang Rongrong's body moved with the sword, his steps were staggered, and his body flashed, turning into thirteen afterimages, and the thirteen afterimages each performed thirteen different sword styles, just like thirteen doppelgangers.

This is the thirteen-style basic sword style of the Thirteen Swords of Cold Light!

The thirteen swords were cast almost at the same time, fierce and fast, and the thirteen cold lights burst out in an instant.

If you are in a battle, you can take someone's life in the blink of an eye.

The thirteen-style basic sword style quickly evolved, and the thirteen-style became twenty-six, and then the thirty-six......

The number of afterimages also increased with the change of sword style, and the thirty-six figures swung their swords and moved, which was really exquisite.

Yang Nian observed, and his heart was quite shocked.

"Spectate the battle and learn the Thirteen Swords of Cold Light with +1 proficiency. ”

"Spectate the battle and learn the Thirteen Swords of Cold Light with +1 proficiency. ”

"Spectate the battle and learn the Thirteen Swords of Cold Light with +1 proficiency. ”

......

Thirty-six ......

Forty-two ......

Sixty-Eight Styles......

After a set of sword tricks was cast, Xiang Rongrong directly transformed the thirteen swords of cold light into sixty-eight changes, and everyone in the family was stunned.

"Sixty-eight styles, oh my God, Xiang Rongrong actually showed sixty-eight styles!"

"How is this possible?"

"The Mansion Master can only derive seventy-two styles at most, right? Even for the family elders, sixty-eight styles is the limit. Xiang Rongrong is only a third-grade inferior talent, how can he derive the sixty-eight styles?"

Xiang Wen and Xiang Patriarch both looked shocked and stared at Xiang Rongrong in surprise at the sixty-eight style.

She ...... How did she do it?" the elders who had not yet evolved the sixty-eight were ashamed, unable to believe what they had seen.

Xiang Yunfei and Xiang Rou also looked at Xiang Rongrong in a daze, and at this moment they were hit to the ground.

"Sixty-Eight Styles...... I can only derive forty-two forms. Xiang Yunfei's face was a little ugly, and when he thought that he was going to be compared to Xiang Rongrong, who was inferior to the third-grade talent, he felt very uncomfortable.

Could it be that Xiang Rongrong is really a genius?

For the first time, Xiang Yunfei became suspicious.

Li Qiansong's eyes were even more appreciative, and his heart was really a genius. He looked at Xiang Rongrong, thought for a moment, and then began to point.

"The sword movement is natural, and the fast and slow rhythm is well grasped. It's just that you are a little hesitant to take out the sword, which makes a short gap in the sword movement, which affects the evolution of the next sword style. You adjust your breathing, let go of distractions, and then try to become one with the sword in your hand, and when your mind is completely calm, you can cast it again. Li Qiansong saw at a glance the flaws of casting the Thirteen Swords of Cold Light on Rong Rong.

Xiang Rongrong was also quite surprised when he heard this.

has always been due to her poor talent, and she is actually quite inferior. When she used the Thirteen Swords of Cold Light just now, she was really worried that she would not be laughed at if she didn't perform well enough.

So I did hesitate to go out of the sword.

However, even she didn't expect that after her talent was improved, she would be able to evolve sixty-eight swords. You must know that before this, she had only evolved twenty-one swords at most, and she was ridiculed.

"Good. I'll try. Xiang Rongrong nodded in response.

Then she stood with her sword in her hand, taking a deep breath and trying to calm herself.

Then she closed her eyes and let go of all distractions.

In about half a minute, Xiang Rongrong reached a state of forgetting the world around him, and then opened his eyes and drew his sword!

Unleash the Thirteen Swords of Cold Light again.

Suddenly, the shadow of the sword flew, and the afterimage flashed.

This time, Xiang Rongrong's sword style evolution is more coherent, and the previous hesitation is gone.

Thirteen, Twenty-Eight, Thirty-Six...... Seventy-six styles!

After a set of sword tricks was cast, seventy-six styles were derived!

The moment Xiang Rongrong put away his sword, the entire martial arts arena was completely quiet, and everyone stared at Xiang Rongrong in amazement, shocked and couldn't believe it.

"Seventy-six Styles...... It's seventy-six!"

"It has already surpassed the seventy-two forms derived from the Mansion Master!"

"It is worthy of being the Great Elder of the Fengyun Sect, just a sentence of mention, Xiang Rongrong instantly evolved into eight styles!

"Sure enough, martial arts need the guidance of a famous teacher to make progress quickly. I swear that I must work hard to squeeze into the Fengyun Sect. ”