(It's time to hand over your monthly pass)

Backyards, big trees, dead leaves.

A cold young man named Wen Liang took his sword and lifted it, walking firmly and sharply under the tree.

The sun falls, spilling through the gaps between the green leaves of the trees and the dead leaves, and the silhouette is mottled and moves back and forth with the wind.

The technique of striking leaves has the rules of striking leaves, and when she came, the maid had already explained to Lin Xiao that the use of a sword requires that you must pierce the dead leaves and string them on the body of the sword, and if you want to get the qualification to buy imitation heirloom swords, you must do it to the point where you can wear nine leaves with a sword, and you can't damage the leaf surface additionally, if you can't do it, it's a failure.

As for other weapons, each has its own requirements, such as knives, which require a single knife to split nine dead leaves, and the incision must be smooth.

Dead leaves are different from new leaves, because they are dry, brittle and fragile, and the requirements for strength are more nuanced.

Wen Liang stood still under the tree, and the lazy Steward Li stretched out his hand carelessly, I don't know when he was holding a stone between his fingers, and with a flick of his fingers, the stone suddenly broke through the air and made a roaring sound.

It was as if a strong man had pushed the tree violently to shake, the branches shook, the leaves fluttered and rustled, and dozens of dead leaves fell off the branches without hesitation.

"True martial artist!" Lin Xiao looked at the lazy Steward Li, secretly frightened, a true martial artist who seemed to be less than thirty years old, it was really amazing.

So far, it is the youngest true martial artist Lin Xiao has ever seen, and the foundation of the Treasure Weapon Workshop is really extraordinary.

Dozens of dead leaves fell one after another, and the swordsman named Wen Liang stood tall, his back was straight like a sharp sword, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and a ray of cold light flowed under his eyes like water.

Brother Gongzi played with the mutton fat jade ball in his hand, and his smiling face seemed to have a bit of expectation.

"Brother, he looks like he's very powerful. Zhou Zheng said as low as he could.

"It's pretty impressive. Lin Xiao also responded in a low voice.

At the moment when Lin Xiao's voice fell, the swordsman named Wen Liang drew his sword, only to see his shoulders swaying slightly, and the long sword on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, bringing up a touch of cold light like autumn water in the sky, and like cold lightning rushing, vaguely, it seemed to sound the cheers of birds, making that sword light a little more agile in the sharpness.

"Good swordsmanship. Lin Xiao's eyes lit up slightly, among the sword practices he had seen so far, this one's swordsmanship was the best, it was not the level of swordsmanship, but the realm of swordsmanship itself, in other words, the realm of basic swordsmanship.

Body Sword Realm!

Only that Wang Xingyang is also in the sword realm, but compared with the cold swordsman in front of him, he is still a little less round.

The more he comprehended, the more Lin Xiao understood the importance of basic swordsmanship, which may not be very powerful, but it could lay a good foundation for swordsmanship and improve the realm of swordsmanship.

Of course, there is still a significant gap compared to himself.

The sword light pierced through the air, and the sound of joy like birds and birds permeated the surroundings, and the dead leaves fell one after another, and the swordsman named Wen Liang stabbed out with a sword, and the sword and arm were lined, and I saw ten dead leaves strung on the sword body.

"A sword pierces ten leaves, good, gentle, your swordsmanship really didn't disappoint me. Brother Gongzi suddenly stroked his palm and chuckled, and then looked at the lazy man leaning against the wall: "Steward Li, I can buy the sword." ”

"A sword pierces nine leaves, just qualified. The lazy steward Li said casually, the swordsman named Wen Liang's expression changed slightly, and he immediately looked carefully, only to see that one of the dead leaves was almost broken, which meant that this dead leaf did not count, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

"Steward Li, as long as you are qualified, you are qualified. Brother Gongzi smiled slightly.

"And him. Steward Li pointed at Lin Xiao, and his eyes suddenly looked at Lin Xiao, and Brother Gongzi's face suddenly showed a playful smile, and he didn't hesitate to speak: "Please." ”

The swordsman named Wen Liang stared at Lin Xiao with a pair of narrow eyes, the cold light was cold, and the essence was shining, as if he wanted to see through and see through Lin Xiao.

Zhou Zheng was nervous for no reason, after all, he was just a thirteen-year-old boy and had no experience.

"Don't panic. Lin Xiao gently rubbed Zhou Zheng's hair, let go, and walked to the bottom of the hundred-year-old tree.

Steward Li shot again, flicked his fingers, and the stones that came from didn't know where they hit the trunk directly, the trunk shook suddenly, and dozens of dead leaves fell one after another, Lin Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could see that the height and speed of those dead leaves falling were completely different, some of the leaves were still spinning, some of the leaves were rolling, and the shape and size of each leaf were different.

The sword realm made Lin Xiao's spiritual will stronger and more condensed, and his five senses became more and more acute.

One after another, they stared at Lin Xiao to see how he used his sword.

Wen Liang's cold eyes stared at Lin Xiao, watching the dead leaves fall to the ground like butterflies, and there were fewer and fewer dead leaves stranded in the air, but the other party still didn't draw his sword, and couldn't help but smile.

I'm afraid it's hard to catch the dead leaves, and I can't accurately judge the timing, so I hesitate and hesitate before I can make a sword.

"The person who practices swordsmanship in my generation, from the moment he holds the sword, he should abandon all hesitation and hesitation, and make a sword like a thunder and a storm, instead of hesitation, no accurate judgment, and a missed opportunity, this person can't even draw a sword, and the swordsmanship ......" Brother Gongzi seems to have a good understanding of swordsmanship, seeing that most of the dead leaves have fallen one after another, and only a few dead leaves are still falling, he can't help but shake his head, and said in a tone that seems to be regretful and seems to be ridiculed.

The waitress who came with Lin Xiao couldn't help but clench her hands, but her beautiful face was also a little disappointed.

Although it is said that whether Lin Xiao can challenge success or not has little to do with her, but after all, she brought it, if the challenge is successful, then when talking about it with others, it will be a beautiful conversation after dinner.

Moreover, if Lin Xiao succeeds in the challenge, she may be able to buy imitation heirloom weapons, and she will be able to have a little profit at that time.

Unfortunately, nine out of ten of those who challenge the art of striking leaves fail, and very few succeed.

Such a young man, no matter how good his swordsmanship is, how clever can he be.

Zhou Zheng subconsciously clenched his fists, staring at Lin Xiao with a nervous and excited face, he had seen Lin Xiao practice swords, the sword was like thunder, there was lightning in the sky, the momentum was amazing, and he had already left an extremely deep impression, like an imprint carved in the bottom of his heart, and he would never forget it.

Steward Li was still leaning against the wall carelessly, hugging the hand in front of his chest, I don't know when there was another stone, twisting gently, looking at the dead leaves that almost fell to the ground at the end, he seemed to feel very bored, and seemed to be a little sleepy, and couldn't help yawning.

Suddenly, as if the wind and thunder rose on the flat ground, there was a wind whistling, turning into thunder and roaring, rushing in all directions, like mercury flowing in this wide courtyard, the last twelve dead leaves that were about to fall to the ground seemed to be supported by an invisible palm, and seemed to be swept by the sword wind, turning and reversing gravity as if floating, and as if there was an invisible palm pulling out of order, the last twelve dead leaves were arranged in a straight line.

The sword light, if a cold lightning pierced, pierced out from the center of the first dead leaf, like a broken bamboo, unstoppable.

The second piece!

The third piece!

One by one, the twelfth dead leaf was also pierced by the blade of the sword, completely strung on the White Bird Sword, each dead leaf was pierced from the center, and the head and tip of each dead leaf corresponded neatly, giving people a neat and tidy feeling, pleasing to the eye.

Steward Li, who was yawning, kept his mouth wide open, his eyes widened, and he was not mistaken.

The boy who was talking to himself about what kind of person to be like a sword practitioner was like a duck who was choked by the neck, he couldn't say anything, he didn't make any sound, and his fair handsome face suddenly turned red, like a boiled prawn, and then quickly turned cyan, and his cheeks seemed to be hot and painful.

Wen Liang's cold and narrow eyes suddenly widened, their eyes were round, and their eyeballs were about to bulge, and he subconsciously clenched the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and his heart stirred like a river and a sea churning wantonly.

The waitress couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhou Zheng's face was flushed, his eyes were shining, and his hands were waving vigorously.

"One sword and twelve leaves, it seems that I have succeeded. Lin Xiao smiled slightly, and raised his sword to Zhou Zheng: "Ah Zheng, it doesn't look like a string of sugar gourds." ”

"Like. Zhou Zheng was very excited.

"Good, good. Steward Li immediately clapped his palms and stood up, walked over with a smile on his face, his eyes flashed, staring closely at the sword in Lin Xiao's hand, and carefully looking at the twelve dead leaves on the sword: "Each dead leaf is not extra damaged, the precision of the sword and the subtlety of the force are really amazing, what do you call the little brother?"

"Lin has no life. Lin Xiao responded with a smile.

Steward Li and the others were stunned, Lin Wusheng?

This name is very special, isn't it the real name?

"Brother Lin's swordsmanship is superb, far beyond the standard of our Treasure Soldier's Blade Striking Technique. Steward Li said with an unambiguous smile between his thoughts: "Now in our treasure workshop, there is only one imitation of the heirloom sword, which is made of imitation of the world-famous sword Sky Meteor Trace Sword, called the Star Stream Sword, only those who have passed the assessment of the art of striking the leaves have the qualifications to buy, but the better the means shown in the technique of striking the leaves, the more qualified they are to buy first, unless they give up, they will be postponed to the second place." ”

The technique of striking leaves is very interesting, but in the same way, the technique of striking leaves is also very difficult, a sword piercing nine leaves, it doesn't seem to be difficult, but it is actually very difficult, and it is difficult to do it in the general body sword realm, because it not only requires a sword to wear nine leaves, but also requires that the dead leaves cannot be destroyed additionally, and passing through is passing through, it must be clean and neat, and it does not cause additional fragmentation.

This requires not only solid and superb swordsmanship, but also meticulous mastery of strength.

"This brother, my name is Wen Jingxu, I am the third son of the Wen family in Kunning County, and the purpose of coming to Lin'an this time is to obtain the Starstream Sword as a return gift for my eldest sister, and I also ask Brother Lin to fulfill it. Brother Gongzi looked at Lin Xiao and smiled slightly, his tone sounded modest, but it was secretly sharp.

"I'm going to give a gift too. Lin Xiao replied without hesitation.

"Oh, I don't know who Brother Lin is going to give it to, maybe I can help prepare a gift. Wen Jingxu still smiled.

"Give it to myself. Lin Xiao blinked his eyes and responded seriously.

A sonorous sound suddenly sounded, and a cold swordsman named Wen Liang suddenly drew his sword and pointed at Lin Xiao, and his words were sharp: "I don't believe that you can really pierce the twelve leaves with a sword, it must be a trick, you and I will compete with swordsmanship, I win, you will give up the purchase qualification." ”

"Oh, what if you lose?" Lin Xiao asked rhetorically.

"If he loses, I'll buy you the Astral Sword. Wen Jingxu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he responded with a smile.

"No, you just give me the money. Lin Xiao said with a smile.

"Good. Wen Jingxu's voice turned cold.