In the eyes of the disciples, the eldest son of the sect master is also a powerful person, but he usually has a cold personality and never likes to deal with people, but everyone always has a sense of awe for him. Seeing that he appeared in the ring as if he was going to compete with his own sister, a group of morning exercise protégés and clansmen came to watch.

On the other side, he didn't know when he had obtained a special peachwood sword for practice in his hand, and the sword in his hand pointed obliquely at the ground, looking full of momentum and had put on a simple starting pose.

Qianlingxin was actually quite curious about the strength of this mysterious demon lord, and without saying a word, he also showed his sword-breaking delusion.

The audience gathered one after another, and everyone's eyes lit up, and bursts of admiration rang out, praising the high-grade fairy sword that was destined to witness this Tan Heng book. On the other side, Qian Yan also swept his gaze to the Broken Delusion Sword, his expression was not like amazement but with a kind of anger, and he said contemptuously: "Tan Hengshu's sword." ”

Knowing that there was a disagreement between him and Tan Hengshu, he was not surprised to show such a reaction, and immediately picked up his sword and put the sword into his sleeve. Pinched and raised his hand again, and a peachwood sword on the off-field weapon rack was started. glanced at the smooth and shiny wooden sword in his hand, and said: "It's better to use this one, so as not to lose fairness......" Thinking about what was wrong, he came back to his senses and said: "No, you are teaching me to practice swords, not a competition, right?" ”

Yu Tianyin's eyes were a little angry, and he still said lukewarmly: "Come to the right move, I use the sword technique of the Youlan Sect, you use what you know, you have to know how to guide you, and actual combat training is my teaching method." ”

Shallow Lingxin reminisced about his rogue logic, especially when he saw a trace of unkind smile in his eyes, and he had a bad premonition. Although it is easy to get started in actual combat, many swordsmanship moves can be cracked from seeing the moves to speed up the learning effect, so he said helplessly: "Okay, then it depends on the big brother's will." ”

These words caused a slight commotion in the audience, and a protégé was not afraid to see the excitement: "This time the third young lady is bad, and the way of teaching Senior Brother is really ...... Many of the brothers and sisters who have been taught will never forget it, and no one under him will end well. ”

Someone next to him expressed deep sympathy: "Senior Brother Yan has always been cold and ruthless, but even female disciples have never shown the slightest mercy to the competition. But...... This is his own sister-in-law, so he shouldn't be too ruthless. ”

The previous one replied: "It's hard to say, this set of swordsmanship has learned all the essence of him and Mo Yunyun in the door at present, although the sword intent has its own merits, but they are already strong in swordsmanship." In any case, it is a feast for the eyes to see him perform again today. ”

With the ear power of the shallow listening heart, she naturally took into her ears all the voices of the disciples in the audience, and she began to hesitate and muttered a little in her heart when she was only in the skin of the sword.

That Fang Yu Tianyin saw through it at a glance, hooked the corners of his lips, played with the wooden sword in his hand, and teased: "Are you sure you want to fight me?" It's too late for you to regret changing sparring partners now. ”

Qian Lingxin swallowed his saliva, and struggled hesitantly for a while, but he still said duplicitously: "No, we ...... Let's go! ”

The smile on the corner of Yu Tianyin's mouth grew, and he raised his hand and said, "You make a move first." ”

Qianlingxin's hand holding the peachwood sword tightened, and he looked at the person on the other side of the ring, thinking about how to make a move. After a while, he had an idea, and he intended to explore the other party's reality first.

With a twist of her wrist, her graceful and delicate body instantly turned into a silhouette with a thunderous momentum, and the whiskers blew out like the wind, conjuring up countless sword shadows to directly take the opposite door. It is said that the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, and the sword flower in her hand suddenly turned, and the halfway conversion move turned into a stab to attack its lower plate.

However, when he was close at hand, his wrist suddenly hurt, and it happened between the lightning and the fire, and he was easily cracked by a strange sword style of the opponent.

The sword in the hand of the shallow listening heart did not stop, and it was still like a spiritual snake spitting out several swords in a row, and the spiritual power violently rioted on the body, and the peachwood sword was wrapped in a spiritual cyclone, and it was handed to its waist when the sword was slashed obliquely.

The other party's figure was as freehand, and it was easy to avoid it like a ghost, and a sword picked her wrist, and suddenly opened a gap.

Qian Lingxin slid out of the familiar step, looked at the bright red wound in his hand was oozing blood and pumped out of the breath, and sighed, smiling bitterly, and couldn't help but secretly marvel at his wonderful swordsmanship.

Yu Tianyin pointed the sword in his hand at the ground obliquely, and said casually: "The feet are vague, the qi is not stable enough, and the impetuousness is a taboo in swordsmanship." ”

In the face of the other party's comments, he didn't care at all, but he played a funny role in these tricks, immediately twisted his neck and loosened his shoulders, grinned and said, "Come again!" ”

Qian Lingxin raised his sword straight without scruples, and in the face of the attack, the opponent blocked with a straight sword at will, seeing that Yu Tianyin, who had already dismantled more than a dozen moves, seemed to have no patience to continue to play with her, and the wood chip in his hand was as strong as the wind, shaped like a dragon turning over the sea and changed his moves.

Qianlingxin only felt that there was a pat on the back, and when the beat was immediately withdrawn, the momentum was coherently drawn on the back shoulder and neck, and a series of movements were varied, and it was done in one go. However, the shallow listening heart had no power to fight back against the moves that were like ghost hands that could not be seen clearly.

Qianling's wrist and back were painful, and he shuddered a little at the strange swordsmanship of Qianyan, although the peach wood sword was not like other sharp weapons, but this wooden sword was no different from a sharp weapon in the hand of the person in front of him.

Next, under his fierce and merciless blow, a striking cut was made everywhere the wooden sword passed, and blood flowed. The shallow listening heart that is retreating can only be picked up and defended by the local rats in a little embarrassment, and there is no room for fighting back.

Everyone in the audience took a breath of cool air, although they knew that this would be the situation, but everyone was even more amazed by the shallow and magical swordsmanship. And now it's just a momentum, and his swordsmanship has not been injected with spiritual power, obviously his subordinates are merciful, otherwise the sword winner would not have been in this tragic situation for a long time.

Qian Tingxin could see that his flowing sword momentum was always in continuous operation, the movements were closely connected, the strength was continuous, and the momentum was connected, like a spring silkworm spinning silk. Its softness hides rigidity, and there are virtual and real, dynamic and static, opening and closing, flexion and stretching, etc., which are transformed into each other, stretching and generous.

Although her swordsmanship is only half-baked kung fu, because she has learned some beginners, she can naturally understand these sword movements at a glance, so it seems that she is attacking her, but she is using the swordsmanship of the Youlan Sect to point out. Seeing his Shu Lang figure moving with the sword, slowly leading the sword, the green clouds floating, and the casual sword intent, he has fully comprehended all the essence of the sword book, and it is more flexible and wonderful.

The swordsmanship of the Youlan Sect pays attention to overcoming rigidity with softness, perhaps the difference between Yu Tianyin's sword momentum and others is that his sword intent has more ruthlessness and decisiveness, which many people can't resist.

After a few moves, he didn't lose his expectations, and he was covered with bruises, although the injuries were not enough to endanger his life, but he was also tragically lying on the ground and embarrassed.

Yu Tianyin looked down at the person who no longer got up on the ground and pretended to be dead, and threw the peachwood sword casually with his seemingly boring hand. At this time, a woman below howled and rushed up, pounced on Qianlingxin's side, shook it for a while, and looked up at the person innocently with teary eyes: "Young master, why shouldn't Miss, won't she die?" ”

Yu Tianyin straightened his sleeves and said, "Then lift it down and bury it." ”

After saying that, he got out of the ring and walked out of the crowd with an indifferent face and left. Qian Lingxin suddenly got up and scolded: "Is there a brother like you, if you don't die, you want to be buried alive!" ”

Yulan was shocked, and then cried with joy, but when she saw her young lady's miserable injury, she cried again.

Seeing the girl crying beside her, she poked a yang at her jade forehead and said: "You still dare to cry, knowing that the animal is crazy and can't bear to dig me out early in the morning, I have no conscience." ”

Even if she practices here today, let her go back and comprehend the sword style she has just practiced, and continue tomorrow.

Lan Xin carefully carried the person back to the room, rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the house, found all kinds of healing medicines and put them on the table, and muttered in her mouth: "Third Miss, you shouldn't let the eldest young master give you a sparring partner, fortunately, I prepared the medicine when I went out in the morning." ”

Qianlingxin took off his coat, and lay on the couch with his naked upper body in his middle coat, crying out in pain, he could go to half a life by learning a sword, what is the matter.

Lan Xin saw the eye-catching blood marks crisscrossing his back, tears swirling in his eyes, and he was almost about to cry again, but he stopped and said, "Don't cry, it hurts so much that I'm crying, hurry up and take medicine." ”

Yulan sniffed and retracted it, and quickly went up to apply the ointment, and said in distress in her mouth: "Miss, if you don't go tomorrow, or let the master change you back to Aunt Mo for sparring, the eldest young master's usual trials are so heavy, many sparring disciples can't come to stay for half a month, and this injury has to leave a scar." ”

Qian Lingxin also looked desperate, seeing that guy didn't have spiritual power, otherwise he would really be injured and couldn't get out of bed. As soon as he mentioned that it would leave a scar, he hurriedly took out the high-grade healing medicine he had refined from his sleeve, which was made by his master's treasured medicinal materials, and the medicinal effect was remarkable, and handed it to her, and said with a special heart: "Long-winded, it's good to change the face of the sparring coffin - you use this, and there is nothing to do with it tomorrow." ”

On the second day, Qian Lingxin took the initiative to get up early in the morning, although he couldn't beat it, his morale couldn't be weak.

The crowd of onlookers has only increased, and it seems that they all like to see Miss Qiansan beaten so that her father and mother don't recognize her, but in fact, while joining in the fun, she mainly wants to watch Qianyan perform swordsmanship.

This Yu Tianyin is a hard-hearted, inhumane and humane coffin face from the inside out, but for some reason it still attracted many female disciples to admire him. Obviously, it was the instructor who was teaching and practicing swords, and many women actually cheered him on with their eyebrows, which made Qianling's heart explode.

Half a year is about to pass, and every day a person comes to the school like a dog, and is carried back by Magnolia with bruises. This set of swordsmanship qualifications takes three and a half years to learn, and according to the cruel teaching of the Demon King, I found that I almost touched the essence in half a year.

On this sunny day, Qian Lingxin stood in the martial arts arena with a handful of broken wood chips, and found that Yu Tianyin was actually late this time.

After waiting for a long time, I wanted to secretly rejoice that I could be lazy for a day, and just as I was about to sneak back to sleep, I saw a lately arrived person walking over from the other end of the school field.

Someone who was disappointed looked stunned.

That Yu Tianyin was full of wind and dust, and the handsome face was also tired, it should have been that he had just come back from outside last night and went straight to the school field, looking at him standing, his expression was still a little absent-minded.

Seeing that there was something wrong with his trance-like situation, he pretended to be interested and said, "It's been half a year, when will I be considered a teacher." ”

Yu Tianyin raised her eyebrows at this time, raised her eyes to look at her and said, "Knock me down, and you will be a teacher." ”