"The secret of the Golden Sword Gate, why don't I know?"

This time it was Qingyang's turn to be surprised, the Golden Sword Gate was obviously a sect that cultivated swordsmanship, but until now Qingyang didn't even know a set of swordsmanship, and even the Chiyang Sword in his hand was about to become an ornament, this Cao Jiansheng actually said that he practiced the secret of the Golden Sword Gate, how not to make Qingyang wonder.

"Boy, aren't you pretending to be stupid, isn't the practice you cultivating Nayin Golden Twelve! You must know that if you dare to lie in front of the old man, you will be dismantled! ”

Looking at Qingyang's puzzled appearance, Cao Jiansheng was really a little uncertain, I don't know if this stinky boy is pretending, or if he really doesn't know, but his pure internal strength is obviously the secret of cultivating the Golden Sword Gate, and there is no second kind of exercise in the world that can cultivate this kind of internal strength except for Nayin Jin Twelve!

"What... How could this old man know that he had cultivated the Nayin Golden Twelve! ”

Qingyang had a huge wave in his heart, he wanted to know that he practiced the twelve exercises of Nayin Jin, and even his grandfather did not tell him, because he was afraid of bringing danger to Qingjiazhuang, but this old man actually called out the exercises he cultivated, what the hell is going on.

"Hmph, I think you're just pretending to be stupid! I'd like to see if you're cultivating Nayin Golden Twelve! ”

Cao Jiansheng didn't say a word, grabbed Qingyang's wrist, and ran the exercises to probe the exercises that Qingyang was cultivating.

After a while, Cao Jiansheng shook Qingyang's wrist and scolded Qingyang sharply.

"Boy, what else do you have to say now! What you cultivate is the secret of our Golden Sword Sect! ”

Obviously, what he cultivated was his Golden Sword Sect exercises, Cao Jiansheng saw that Qingyang was still quibbling, and he was angry, and then showed his momentum as a strong man with three flowers, if he hadn't asked the reason, Cao Jiansheng would have killed him a long time ago.

Under the intimidation of Cao Jiansheng's momentum, Qingyang felt like he was facing a desolate beast, and even the operation of his internal strength in his body was restricted, and he was a little slower.

"Old man, I didn't expect that the fugitive Pan Yu turned out to be a member of your Golden Sword Gate, and the young master is the Nayin Jin he got from him..."

Before the words fell, a long sword suddenly appeared in Qingyang's hand, the sword was four fingers wide, the whole body was red, and there was a strange red light, the cold air was pressing, it was a killing sword!

Before Cao Jiansheng could react, Qingyang stabbed Cao Jiansheng in the chest with a sword, with the sharpness of the Chiyang Sword, if Cao Jiansheng couldn't react, he would inevitably be pierced by a sword.

But even if Qingyang has cultivated the Wilderness Technique, his strength is comparable to that of a master of the Innate Realm, but in front of Cao Jiansheng, it is still not enough to see, and the Sanhua Realm is not comparable to the Innate Realm after all.

Cao Jiansheng sighed lightly, feeling a little surprised that this young man was as fast as lightning, if it weren't for his own strength, he would have been hit.

I saw that Cao Jiansheng's arm was raised, and he stretched out two fingers to easily clamp Qingyang's Chiyang Sword, and he wanted to break this long sword like he had taught those who didn't know the height of the sky and the earth in the past.

Cao Jiansheng ran the exercises, condensed the power of the three flowers on the two fingers, and the two fingers were immediately as strong as steel, and the ordinary blade would definitely be overwhelmed and shattered, but what kind of divine thing is the Chiyang Sword, how can it be easily broken by mortal bodies!

"Good weapons, good swords!"

This is the third time Cao Jiansheng has looked at Qingyang today, the first time is that he has felt the secret of the Golden Sword Gate cultivated in Qingyang's body, the second time is that Qingyang dared to sneak attack himself and the means are extraordinary, and the third time is the long sword in front of him, which is still as solid as a rock under the strength of his two fingers, and may even be higher than the quality of his own golden sword!

Qingyang saw that the Chiyang Sword was caught between Cao Jiansheng's two fingers, and hurriedly pulled out the sword, which caught Cao Jiansheng off guard, and wanted to break Qingyang's Chiyang Sword failed, but was injured by the long sword, how could the two fingers be as sharp as the Qingyang sword, a line of blood flowed down his fingers, Cao Jiansheng raised his palm and leaned in front of his eyes, watching the blood dripping down his hand, he was slightly stunned, he was actually injured in front of a little guy at the level of internal strength!

"Good boy, you have a few means!"

Cao Jiansheng's dignified Golden Sword Sect Elder Taishang, if he was known by others, he suffered a loss under a martial artist at the level of internal strength, he was afraid that he would be ridiculed for three days and three nights, where could he stand this kind of shame Cao Jiansheng, and his backhand was a sword slash towards Qingyang.

Where is the counterattack of the powerhouse of the Sanhua realm that Qingyang can resist, and he doesn't even have time to react, Qingyang can only subconsciously put the Chiyang sword across his chest to resist the power of this sword.

Sure enough, just listening to the sound of the bell, Qingyang and Chiyang Sword were slashed by Cao Jiansheng with a sword, and flew five or six meters in the air before falling to the ground, which directly shocked Qingyang to the chest cramp, if it wasn't for Qingyang's strong body, this move was only afraid that it would have been injured.

"This old guy has been injured and has consumed so much strength, and he is still so strong, is this the Sanhua powerhouse!"

If you don't really feel it, Qingyang really can't imagine how strong the Sanhua realm is, but if you really face the Sanhua powerhouse, you will feel that kind of despair, this is obviously not a level of competition, but a complete suppression and even torture!

"Boy, what the hell are you! If you are the descendant of a powerful sect, hurry up and say it, if you know the old man, you can let you go! ”

He knew how much strength Cao Jiansheng used, even if he was a powerhouse in the innate realm, he couldn't take it easily, but Qingyang didn't seem to have anything in front of him!

"Old fellow, if I were the heir of the Super Sect, I would have razed your Golden Sword Sect to the ground a long time ago, if it weren't for my low strength, I would have let you die here today!"

Qingyang remembered that his father was forced to death by the people of the Golden Sword Gate and suffered humiliation, and Qingyang was furious!

"It's not a descendant of a sect, you can still have this strength, you are young and talented, boy, no matter what enmity you have with the Golden Sword Sect, I advise you, if you want to take revenge on your own, you still don't think about it, it's better for us to turn the war into a jade silk, you join my Golden Sword Sect, I can even accept you as a disciple, under one person, above ten thousand, what do you think!"

To tell the truth, Cao Jiansheng also didn't believe that Qingyang would be the successor of the super sect, although Qingyang had a magic weapon, but he didn't know anything about swordsmanship, in the face of his own attack, he could only resist indiscriminately, obviously there was no discipline, which shows that Qingyang was born in Yeluzi, but this is not ordinary, Yeluzi can have such an achievement and must be extremely talented, he Cao Jiansheng is happy to see the hunting, and at this time he even wants to accept Qingyang as a disciple.

"It's ridiculous, you know how deep the hatred I have with you Jinjianmen, and you still want to accept me as a disciple, I tell you, you are not worthy, if you give me time to be promoted to the Sanhua realm, I will kill you like a dog!"

Qingyang sneered, wanting to accept him as a disciple is simply a dream, there is a system by his side, no matter what kind of exercises he can learn, Qingyang is not arrogant, but confident.

"In that case, then don't blame me! I can't watch a genius boy grow up, today I can only strangle you! ”

Cao Jiansheng sighed slightly, a little pity, he really wanted to accept Qingyang as a disciple and inherit what he had learned, and even Qingyang was not impossible, but Qingyang was obsessed, he could only regret it.

"Hehe, it's not certain who we kill who today, you are optimistic..."

Qingyang let out a low laugh, Cao Jiansheng was a little puzzled, could it be that this inner strength martial artist in front of him still has any hole cards, Cao Jiansheng admitted that he had a little means, but there was a difference of two big realms, and he didn't believe that a small insect could turn the sky upside down.

"Turn on BATTLEMODE! I really miss this feeling! ”

Qingyang called the system to turn on the battle mode in his heart, and then a cool feeling emerged in Qingyang's mind, the originally angry Qingyang gradually subsided under the soothing of this clear stream, the distracting thoughts in his heart gradually disappeared, his eyes have become more abrupt, and his whole body exudes a kind of killing intent, as if he crawled out of the sea of blood in the corpse mountain, and it seems that the ancient killing god descended to the world and slaughtered the common people!

That's right, Qingyang, who turned on the battle mode, all emotions disappeared, leaving only the most basic combat instincts, and... Full of killing intent!

"Huh? What is it... This kid seems to have cast some kind of anti-heaven secret method to forcibly improve his strength, this kind of secret method has never even been heard of by me, and he is a wild man, how can he get this kind of anti-heaven secret method, is it some kind of adventure or some powerful inheritance! ”

Cao Jiansheng didn't know how many times he was shocked today, he once again had a heart of love for talent, if this young man hadn't met his own words, after growing up, he would have really posed some threats to his sect, but it was a pity that he couldn't worship the Golden Sword Sect.

However, since it is a threat, it must be stifled: "I underestimated you before, but now I have to be serious!" ”

Cao Jiansheng danced with the golden sword in his hand, the speed surged, and his figure was like electricity, this time it was not an ordinary horizontal slash, but a good swordsmanship.

However, today's Qingyang is not the previous Qingyang, the battle mode is turned on, only the instinct of battle is for the battle, and it is almost to the level of the Tao, I saw the Chiyang Sword in Qingyang's hand reflexively blocked, and the next moment Cao Jiansheng happened to appear behind Qingyang, and the sword happened to be stabbed on the Chiyang Sword, which was originally a perfect assassination, but it was cracked by Qingyang lightly.

"What? How is this possible, fighting with this kid, I actually feel that I am not at the same level as him, how is this possible, I have practiced kendo all my life, and I dare not say that I am stronger than everyone, but how can I not even compare to a hairy boy in my own cultivation life! I don't believe it! I don't believe it! ”

Cao Jiansheng roared angrily in his heart, he didn't believe it a hundred or a thousand, but the facts were in front of him, and he had to believe it.

It's like a person who has spent his whole life trying to explore and perfect one thing, but suddenly another person appears, and only uses a moment of effort to reach a higher level than him, how can he accept this!

"Drink!"

Qingyang would pay attention to Cao Jiansheng's shock, he would not just defend in battle mode, the Chiyang Sword in his hand was like an extended arm, not only flexible, but also unpredictable, flickering, even Cao Jiansheng couldn't figure it out,

Suddenly, Cao Jiansheng only felt a tingling of his scalp, and his head subconsciously shrank, and Qingyang's Chiyang Sword was brushing over his head, cutting off a few strands of hair.

In terms of swordsmanship alone, Cao Jiansheng actually fell behind!