With a "bang", Zong Yongqing drew his sword out of the sheath, and when he jumped up, he saw flying sand and stones, leaves flying, and with a backhand sword, the squatting rock in front of him was suddenly cut short.

Zong Yongqing turned his body like a spinning top with his steps, only to see his clothes fluttering with the sound of whirring wind, sword qi like rainbows, and leaves and dust on the ground fluttering together.

Feng Chengcheng opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth wide to imitate Zong Yongqing's sword stabbing and sword closing moves, applauding.

At this time, Zong Yongqing's body gradually fell, but the sword momentum remained unabated.

"Bang! "A bang.

The sound was like thunder, and a boulder in front of him was poked into a big hole by him.

"Sword Master, you are so brave that you deserve to be my idol! If my right-handed sword can reach half of your heat, then it will attack and defend with the left-handed sword, and the offensive and defensive ends complement each other, and you will be invincible in the world. ＂

Gradually, Zong Yongqing retracted his sword momentum, the leaves on the ground had stopped flying, and the wind and dust had subsided, and he said to Feng Chengcheng:

"The heart of a martial artist cannot be dry, the heart must be hidden in the gall, the qi must guard the dantian, not to be in a hurry, not to be in a hurry, not to be in a hurry, kung fu can only be a matter of course, you can remember. ＂

Feng Chengcheng says:

"Sword master, I practiced martial arts purely for fun, to entertain myself and practice for myself, and then I met an enlightenment master who taught me to learn swords, so I practiced the formal swordsmanship routines, but due to the urgency of time, I only wanted to achieve it quickly, where is there such trouble as you say? ＂

Zong Yongqing said: "The name of the ninth martial arts competition in the first month of September in Longhu Mountain is the competition, in essence, the competition is the meteor dragon and tiger jewel on the cliff of Longhu Mountain, it is the treasure of the town of Hengfeng Mountain Range, and it must not fall into the hands of traitors, otherwise, there will be no peace here, you should always know this, right?" ＂

Feng Chengcheng says:

"I understand, Sword Master, do you want me to practice the right-handed sword, fight left and right with the left-handed sword, and when the time comes, I will become famous and seize the Meteor Dragon and Tiger Ball, put it on the top of the Nanyue Sect Temple, and glorify the Nanyue Sword Sect, am I right? ＂

Zong Yongqing said:

"Isn't this also the ardent expectation of Liu Yingying, the short knife master of Beiyue Heng Mountain? ＂

Feng Chengcheng sighed and said:

"O sword master! Expectations return to wishes, those are all things that you big people have to consider, I practice martial arts for fun, and I want to meet a man in the process of practicing martial arts to form a fairy couple to travel the rivers and lakes, you have to think about it, a beautiful girl like me is still single, isn't it tantamount to a waste of beautiful resources? ＂

Zong Yongqing saw that Feng Chengcheng couldn't get around the word "love" when he went around, and felt that this girl's brain was not burned out, and he was afraid that it would be a little difficult to turn her mind around for a while, so it was better to follow her emotions and enlighten her while practicing swords. ＂

Therefore, Zong Yongqing decided to adopt a happy mode of sword training, which not only practiced martial arts but also entertained the mind, this method of sword training helped Feng Chengcheng quickly master the essentials and skills of swordsmanship, so that it could achieve the best effect and effect.

He understood that Feng Chengcheng's light skills had reached a certain level, so her dependence on and love for light skills was particularly obvious, so he decided to do what he liked and compete with her.

The two of you chased me around the main hall of Nanyue Zongmiao Mountain and ran around, and at this time they came to the front of the armory of the main hall, and the sword and gun rack seemed to be empty, only a sheathed sword hung in front of the incense burner in the middle.

Zong Yongqing deliberately slowed down and said to Feng Chengcheng, who chased after him:

"Give this a try. ＂

Feng Chengcheng only thought it was an ordinary sword, and when she stepped forward to take it, she found that this sword was extremely different, not only was it extremely light, but it was even a little ridiculously light, holding it in her hand was like holding a paper sword, and the sword body was three inches shorter than an ordinary sword.

Sword Spit Dragon Spring! Feng Chengcheng only felt that the sword light was dazzling, like a pool of clear autumn water shining on all sides.

She took a closer look at the sword, and there were three light blue words on it: "Glass Sword". So he said: "Sword Master, I didn't expect you to have such a good treasure here." ＂

Zong Yongqing saw that Feng Chengcheng was already interested, so he said:

"How do you know it's a treasure? ＂

Feng Chengcheng says:

"This sword is as light as tissue paper but the blade is extremely sharp, it must be a wonderful sword, swordsman! Can you lend it to me for a dance lap? ＂

Zong Yongqing took the sword from Feng Chengcheng's hand, and the handwriting of the three seal script fonts of "Glass Sword" was clear and smooth, and the word and the sword were naturally integrated, as if this word was naturally grown in the sword.

"I'll do a few tricks first. ＂

Zong Yongqing didn't finish speaking, and the sword light flashed like a shallow stream, and the sword light flew out like frost.

As long as the swordsman has a sword in his hand, in the blink of an eye, the fatherly kindness immediately disappeared, like a bloodthirsty madman, with a borrowed foot, flying away from the building has reached three zhang away, just three zhang away, the sword flower flashed, and the swordsman was already dazzled by more than ten swords.

The glazed sword out of the sword and the sword, like the heavenly painting, the wonderful pen painting, then the craftsman is complete, the sword is blooming, such as the white dragon ascending to the sky, the tide is rolling!

Zong Yongqing was like a puppet held in his hand, he couldn't see any additional movements in his body to help him, and flew back to the main hall obliquely like a shadow.

Putting the sword into the sheath, only to hear a crisp "buzzing" sound, Zong Yongqing stood there casually and looked at Feng Chengcheng and returned to his father's kind calm again.

Feng Chengcheng sighed sincerely:

"This sword is so good! The sword of the sword master makes it better. ＂

Zong Yongqing said: "You say well, I don't think much, it has been buried in front of the incense burner in Nanyue Zongmiao Mountain and no one cares about it, it has been a full ten years, and it is possible to continue to lie here quietly waiting for the arrival of the bosom friend." ＂

Feng Chengcheng's emotions had been mobilized by Zong Yongqing, and he suddenly snatched the sword over and said loudly:

"This sword is mine! Swordsman, give it to me, I am willing to be its master and guard and accompany it day and night. ＂

Zong Yongqing pretended to be surprised and said:

"This sword is yours? I only saw the three words of the glass sword, that is, I didn't see your Feng Chengcheng's name, if you ask me to give it to you, I'll give it to you? Who do you think you are? ＂

Feng Chengcheng increased his tone and repeated:

"This sword is mine! I have to have it. ＂

Zong Yongqing smiled strangely and said:

"This sword is yours? Do you want to have it? Then you can dance like I just did and try it, as long as you can dance, you can take it. ＂

Feng Cheng Cheng Zhan kissed the sword and then dropped the sword into the scabbard, and suddenly the sword jumped out of the treasure scabbard, and immediately saw that the sword flowers in the hall were dazzling and brilliant.

"My dear! You are my soul and my light, and from now on, we will be together all the way, never separated. ＂

Feng Chengcheng unfolded the light skill "Butterfly Dance and Flying" under his feet, and a flying vertical flight away from the main hall has been more than a thousand feet, only to see the sword flower flickering, swishing and swishing four swords, the sword is just like a rainstorm pear flower.

She put the sword into the sheath, and the action was actually the same as Zong Yongqing, which had a bit of the charm of the Sword Sect.

This made Zong Yongqing's heart bloom and he was very happy, so he stepped forward, took the sword from Feng Chengcheng's hand again, and said:

"The wonder of swordsmanship, lies in the exhalation of luck, stabbing, splitting, cutting, chopping, as you like, the ancients said: soldiers are impermanent, water is impermanent, in the actual duel of the rivers and lakes, from the first move of the sword on both sides, it is necessary to gather strength, observe the opponent's sword speed and action habits, and then quickly make a natural response to a lore. ＂

Feng Chengcheng looked at Zong Yongqing charmingly and nodded vigorously.

Zong Yongqing also said: "Nanyue Zong's swordsmanship has a total of nine hundred and eighty-one styles, but the moves are dead after all. ＂

Zong Yongqing carefully taught Feng Chengcheng hand in hand, and Feng Chengcheng would become humble and accept what he was taught.

Zong Yongqing said again: "I will demonstrate to you the 9981 style of the sect's swordsmanship in slow motion from beginning to end, and in the future, you will practice diligently day and night according to this move." ＂

So, Zong Yongqing took the sword in his hand and showed the Zong family's swordsmanship 9981 from beginning to end, according to the subtlety, he would stop and explain in detail in detail when he danced to the subtlety.

After that, he handed the sword back to Feng Chengcheng and said:

"Practice well, practice well, I will give you an unexpected surprise, a big reward. ＂

Feng Chengcheng said happily:

"What a reward! Do you want to introduce me to a man who is both a boyfriend and a sparring partner? ＂