Yan Jie smiled and said, "Miss Nan, although the Twelve Swords of Tiangang are of the highest grade, with your identity, it doesn't seem to be bad for this sword spectrum, right?" ”

You must know that the Zangjing Pavilion of the Nanjia has the legendary "Ethereal Flying Snow Sword" that does not lose the twelve swords of Tiangang, and even stabilizes one end! "Resounding all over the country.

Nan Shiyu frowned slightly, obviously not wanting to answer this question.

As if seeing that there must be something hidden in this, Yan Jie shut up and stopped asking, and said with a smile, "Sit down and have a cup of tea." ”

Nan Shiyu didn't sit, she stood in place like a proud white swan, the night breeze was blowing, the skirt was floating, and her beautiful and upright figure loomed.

She said, "Does this guy have some backstage?" ”

Finally she asked her doubts.

"Why do you ask?" Yan Jie said.

"This guy doesn't have any martial arts talent at all, not even Qi Hai, but ......"

Nan Shiyu looked at Yan Jie suspiciously, "You actually waste time here with him, and even the upright Uncle Wang He wants to teach him the Twelve Swords of Tiangang." ”

It's annoying that this guy doesn't want to learn yet.

Yan Jie raised his eyes and smiled without saying a word.

That Zhang Zifeng does look easy to give people an illusion, like a little hooligan on the countryside street.

But Yan Jie is well-informed, and he can see people more clearly, but he can't just look at the surface.

That so-called mediocre talent, the potential is very huge, and he has a kind of personality charm.

This kind of personality charm makes people can't help but want to get to know him and get close to him.

If Zhang Zifeng is really worthless, how can he open the way for him like this, the dignified mythological character Huangpu Longxue will willingly follow this guy, and Wei Xueyan, who is even more arrogant than Nan Shiyu, will give everything to Zhang Zifeng, and finally choose to leave Zhang Zifeng temporarily?

Of course not.

Yan Jie said meaningfully, "That's because you don't know him yet, if you know him for a long time, you will find that he is a very interesting guy." ”

Nan Shiyu's eyebrows frowned slightly, she didn't agree.

And she has no interest in understanding that the strong will never walk with the weak.

And she is not satisfied with the status quo, she still has to become stronger, only when she is strong enough, she will prove herself like that man, and a daughter can become a real swordsman.

Time passed slowly, and the branches on the moon illuminated the compound.

Nan Shiyu slowly opened her eyes, and she seemed to be a little impatient to wait.

Glancing at Yanjie, she turned around and was about to leave.

Her time is precious and she doesn't want to waste it here.

But at this moment, I saw Zhang Zifeng carrying the chameleon knife and walking back with a cigarette in his mouth.

Yan Jie glanced at it and smiled, "What about the sword spectrum?" ”

"Here, that bull-nosed old man is very vigilant, and he was reluctant to give it to me at first," Zhang Zifeng directly threw the sword score of the Tiangang Twelve Swords to Nan Shiyu like garbage.

Nan Shiyu looked excited, looking at this old sword book in shock, as if she was in a dream.

She looked back at Zhang Zifeng and wanted to say thank you.

After all, she picked up a big bargain, but when she saw Zhang Zifeng's expression as if she had made money, she still shut up.

Zhang Zifeng carried the chameleon knife and said, "Come on, teach me." ”

Nan Shiyu hid the sword spectrum, his tone softened a little, and said, "It's too late today, come and see me at the spring tomorrow morning." ”

didn't give Zhang Zifeng a chance to speak, Nan Shiyu turned around and left in a hurry, for fear that Zhang Zifeng would regret it.

Yan Jie pushed the gold-wire glasses and said, "You guy, if Wang He's predecessor knows about it, you will die." ”

Zhang Zifeng recalled that before he left, Wang He hugged his thighs tightly, for fear of offending himself, and told himself bitterly that the sword score of the Twelve Swords of Tiangang must be kept well, and must not be lost, otherwise it will harm others and himself.

"Don't be afraid, that bull nose heard that he was going to go out, let me think about it for a while," Zhang Zifeng sat down, still breathing every day.

These days, he has practiced the knife drawing technique is this plate of sitting and breathing, and the days are indeed a bit boring, but when he thinks that Wei Xueyan is still waiting for him, he has hope.

Maybe that's the sour smell of love.

In the early morning of the second day, the mountain was already white, and the white dew spit drops.

Zhang Zifeng came to the spring with a chameleon knife, and from a distance, he saw Nan Shiyu sitting cross-legged on a boulder.

"Beauty, I'm coming, let's start!" Zhang Zifeng said.

Nan Shiyu glanced behind Zhang Zifeng and said vigilantly, "No one is coming, right?" ”

Zhang Zifeng said leisurely, "What are you afraid of, we are not cheating." ”

Nan Shiyu's little face changed slightly, and she said quietly, "Please pay attention to your wording." ”

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense, everyone is short on time, hurry up!"

Nan Shiyu was so angry in her heart, but when she thought that others risked their lives to deceive the Tiangang Twelve Swords from Wang He, she endured it.

"Come on," Nan Shiyu said coldly.

"You didn't sleep last night?" Zhang Zifeng noticed that this girl was full of bloodshots.

"What's your business?"

She had been reciting the Twelve Swords of Tiangang all night last night, and she had to hurry up and memorize them all.

If it is known at that time, even if Zhang Zifeng has a backstage, Wang He will not blame, but he is afraid that he will not escape the blame.

Thinking like this, Nan Shiyu came back to her senses, but her little face suddenly turned red.

Why?

Because Zhang Zifeng took off his shirt directly in front of her, revealing his sturdy body.

"Dengzi, why are you taking off your clothes?" Nan Shiyu turned her head in shame and said.

"I don't take off my clothes when I pull out the knife, it's not easy to perform, and besides, you haven't seen it, what are you afraid of?"

Nan Shiyu was dumbfounded and pretended to be calm.

Not to mention that this daughter's mind is more delicate than that of a man.

In the morning, under the guidance of Nan Shiyu's hand, Zhang Zifeng really made rapid progress and changed a series of unnecessary small actions.

After solving Zhang Zifeng's problem, Nan Shiyu did not waste time, and began to frantically recite the sword score of the twelve swords of Tiangang on the side.

As a result, I don't know if she was too serious or nervous, she was not in good shape, and her back was a little messy.

Even if Zhang Zifeng was carrying a chameleon knife at this time, squatting behind her, she didn't notice it.

"By the way, you've been memorizing it for so long, and you haven't memorized it yet?"

Nan Shiyu was so frightened that she screamed, and when she saw that this guy was so close to her with a scorching body temperature, she made a gesture to draw her sword.

The identity of someone as a prodigal son is still ingrained in Nan Shiyu's mind.

Zhang Zifeng hurriedly raised his hand and said with a smile, "If you carry it like this, I'm afraid that the bull's nose will come back from the mountain, and you haven't finished reciting it yet." ”

As soon as she heard Zhang Zifeng say this, Nan Shiyu's small and cute nose was sweating.

"Okay, I'll help you," I saw Zhang Zifeng snatch the twelve swords of Tiangang.

Nan Shiyu seemed to have been robbed of a treasure, and was about to take it back, but suddenly stopped.

I saw Zhang Zifeng holding the sword book and began to recite it by himself.

This guy has a good memory since he was a child, and he was still a top student from elementary school to junior high school at that time.

Zhang Zifeng looked at Nan Shiyu with a smile and said, "Seeing that you are scared, I will help you memorize it, and I will copy a copy for you when the time comes." ”

Nan Shiyu's face turned red, and she muttered arrogantly, "Self-inflicted." ”

And just as the two of them were surrounding the sword spectrum, they suddenly heard only footsteps.

Nan Shiyu's face changed, and she said, "Oh no, why did Master come back?" ”

"Master?" Zhang Zifeng said, "If you come, you're here, we're not cheating." ”

Hearing the word cheating again, Nan Shiyu's face turned even redder.

Nan Shiyu's red lips bit lightly, as if she had made some major decision, and kicked Zhang Zifeng into the waterhole with one kick.

Before Zhang Zifeng had time to react, Nan Shiyu made a move that surprised him.