It's really thanks to Tang Jie that he has a strong heart, and under the pressure of such a strong man, he actually controlled his knee-jerk reaction. [Ran^Text^Library] []

He suddenly remembered an allusion that his master had told him: During the Warring States Period in Japan, there was once a tea doctor who liked to brag about how powerful his kendo was, and he also liked to put a little kendo master's score on weekdays, so that the neighbors thought he was a kendo master.

As a result, this matter spread ten, ten to hundreds, and it actually reached the ears of a great swordsman who was traveling nearby.

This big swordsman was curious, and he personally visited the door, and proposed to compete with this tea doctor in front of everyone and fight to the death.

Dr. Tea blows too much on weekdays, and for the sake of face, he had to agree to it, and the two of them are scheduled to compete on the avenue in ten days.

After sending off Jian Hao, Dr. Tea almost even wanted to die, of course he knew what kind of goods he was, so he had a powerful mouth and a rotten hand!

This Dr. Tea hurriedly crammed and practiced Nine Heavens Kendo, but the more he practiced, the more frightened he became, and the more he practiced, the more he felt timid: he practiced for nine days and never fought with anyone, could he be the opponent of this swordsman who killed countless people?

In desperation, Dr. Tea found a local monk with high moral standing and begged him to come out and say a few words to persuade Jian Hao to cancel the duel.

But the monk asked him rhetorically: "Donor, since you don't know the way of the sword, what are you best at?"

Dr. Tea was stunned for a moment, and the old monk really opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Of course it's the tea ceremony, is it the way of the sword?"

The monk smiled faintly: "Good, then the donor will use the tea ceremony to deal with his sword way!"

Dr. Tea is not a hopeless idiot either, he was stunned for a moment and walked away.

The next day, Jian Hao came as promised, and he was very surprised to see Dr. Tea put a full set of tea sets in the middle of the road, and said indifferently: "Since Jian Hao is here, we might as well have a cup of tea first!"

Jian Hao was stunned, what kind of tea is this competition?

But although he thought so, Japanese swordsmen were the most vassal and elegant, and in their eyes, the tea ceremony was the same as the way of the sword, and it was a sacred thing.

So he also sat down and looked at Dr. Tea with a calm smile on his face, his hands calm, and he brewed the tea like a flowing stream.

Jian Hao was stunned, and unconsciously thought in his heart: Before the big war, why wasn't he afraid, why didn't he panic?

Could it be that he really learned the way of the sword?

It just so happened that this swordsman was also practicing everywhere at this time, and he was in a bottleneck, he looked at Dr. Tea's calm and natural performance, and his every move seemed to have an unadorned nature and simplicity, as if he had returned to the realm of simplicity in the way of the sword.

Jian Hao's heart moved, and before he started fighting, he became a little nervous.

When the two of them finished drinking tea from each other, Dr. Tea stood up with a smile, and instead of holding a real sword in his hand, he took a bamboo sword, walked to the middle of the road, and then blindfolded himself and said to him, "Come on, let's start." ”

After speaking, he hung his hands and did not raise the hand holding the bamboo sword, looking like he was waiting for death with his eyes closed.

In Dr. Cha's opinion, even if he holds a real sword and opens his eyes, he is not the opponent of the sword hero, he is purely delivering food, and he simply shows it generously, putting on a look of giving and taking.

But Dr. Cha's calmness and trust are in the eyes of Jian Hao, a kendo master, then this is not the case at all.

In Jianhao's opinion, this tea doctor is still so calm before the battle, it can be seen that his kung fu of nourishing qi and nourishing the spirit is very home, and the most important thing for Japanese swordsmen is the cultivation of the realm, obviously this tea doctor is a cut above him in the realm.

Right now, this Dr. Tea is holding a bamboo sword again, and his eyes are covered with black cloth, if he doesn't have absolute confidence in his own strength, how can he be like this?

Moreover, he is holding a bamboo sword with black cloth in his eyes, is he telling me that a sword is a sword, a sword is not a sword, and the real sword that he sees with his eyes may not be able to kill, but the bamboo sword that he can't see with his eyes has the qi of heaven and earth?

Jian Hao thought nonsense, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, he stood in place for a while, put down the sword in his hand, respectfully saluted Dr. Cha, and then turned to leave.

The people around who watched the excitement were shocked, they didn't expect that this Dr. Tea would really force this famous sword hero away!

But none of them thought that this tea doctor was better at dealing with the enemy with his best Taoism, and since he couldn't win the battle, he simply didn't defend himself and sang an empty city plan.

In layman's terms, this is pretending to b, if you say it elegantly, this is: he is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows Dagang. He is horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river.

Tang Jie is a little bit of this now.

He quietly took a breath, for a person who practiced martial arts, breathing was something they had to cultivate all their lives.

Even the cultivation of sword fighters has a method that specializes in breathing.

There are two reasons why the navy is not rich in sword fighters, one is because the sea is adrift, and the power of the sword fighters standing on the deck and their legs is largely offset by the sea, and the strength is greatly reduced. Another important wish is that once the battleship of the sword fighter is sunk, no matter how strong the sword fighter falls into the sea, then he is no different from the water dogs.

In the water, the sword fighters had nowhere to borrow their strength, they were like the giant Antai, who had lost the earth that had provided them with power, and most importantly, they could not turn their lungs into gills like fish.

All living beings in this world are the same, and if they can't breathe, then all their power has no source or basis.

"Breath is the source of fighting energy!" Carl Porter, the king of sword fighters, commented on the importance of breathing for sword fighters in his book "Cultivation of Fighting Qi", which he wrote by himself.

But there are many kinds of breathing, like Tang Jie before, every time he encountered a strong enemy, when he was strong, he would often take a deep breath and bring enough oxygen molecules into his blood, so that his blood boiled, his muscles were excited, and his fighting spirit burned, so that the power he emitted would be many times greater than usual!

But he secretly took a deep breath like he did now, not to gather strength, but to disperse the fighting energy and strength that was burning with excitement because of this mad swordsman.

Tang Jie's breath was extremely long, and outsiders couldn't see the slightest abnormality, only he knew that the fighting qi that he had just burned in his lower abdomen like a fire was slowly and thinly moving to his limbs, like a mess.

Fighting spirit is like a fire, it is easy to light it, but if it is quietly dispersed, it will be a hundred times more difficult.

Tang Jie only felt that he was lazy, and his body was loose and soft, but there was an indescribable power in his muscles and blood.

He knew that he was in a kind of "loose sky" realm that was extremely difficult for martial arts practitioners to experience.

This kind of looseness and emptiness is not a hunched shoulder, nor is it a low eyebrow and no energy, it refers to a kind of relaxation from head to toe, just like Dr. Tea entertains Jianhao with a tea ceremony, calm and natural, and there is no trembling up and down the body.

The expression on Tang Jie's face was faintly smiling, his hands were hanging between his legs, and the empty door in front of his chest was exposed, with a posture that he didn't look at the mad swordsman at all.

His indifference made the mad swordsmen who had been fighting for many years stunned.

He had never seen anyone who dared to take such a big and pretend to be such a bin front of him!

But after such a short stunned, Octavir reacted, and this powerful mermaid made a move.

Octavir had been following Tang Jie very quietly, she was like Tang Jie's shadow, almost making Tang Jie feel her presence.

But at this moment, Octavir stepped forward and took a slow step, and the sound of incantation was heard in bursts.

The sound sounded as comfortable as a spring breeze, and the dense crowd of people under Fiona's white tower were all stunned, as if they had been hooked, and their expressions were obsessed.

But soon, they realized that something was wrong.

There was a faint beating of a pale cyan magical element in the air around him, and the originally clear and bright sky became bleak and cold, and the temperature seemed to plummet suddenly, from warm to cold!

"Don't miss the incantation!!" the mad swordsman roared, and his mountain-like body slammed into her.

But it was too late.

Almost at the same time, Octavier's face-covering monk's hat gently spat out a thin silver thread visible to the naked eye.

This thin line was like a yin wind blowing out of the extremely cold ground, it spread in the air, wrapping around the body of the mad swordsman, and there was a sizzling sound wherever it passed, and the fighting energy like flames on the mad swordsman's body suddenly disappeared, and his whole person was like an ice sculpture, and he was suddenly frozen!

Tang Jie watched Octavir freeze the mad swordsman in an instant, the silver line she spit out and the cyan magic elements around her gradually fused together, this thin line continued to swim forward and extend, wherever it went, it made a sizzling sound, no matter what it was, it was frozen into an ice sculpture!

Moreover, this thin line has no intention of stopping, and it keeps moving forward, faster and faster.

Soon, everything in front of Tang Jie's eyes was slowly turning into ice sculptures, and this silver-white ice field was spreading forward like a plague.

What kind of magic is this?

It's so overbearing!!

Although the expression on Tang Jie's face was still indifferent, he was shocked in his heart!

Gilgiko on the side finally reacted, his teeth chattered, and he looked at Octavir like a ghost: "Forbidden, forbidden spell...... Frozen Lands, Hell!"

"Quick, don't read it......" Gilgiko didn't see a trace of blood on his face, and he couldn't tell if he was scared by Octavir or by what was happening in front of him.

Mo Sanbik's magic holy land was actually sealed into an ice and snow world by someone with the forbidden spell "Frozen Hell", and if he said it, the Supreme Magic Council would not fry the pot? He, the captain of the sixteenth detachment of the magic guard, would probably be the end!

These people gathered under the "White Tower" saw that this seventh-level mad swordsman didn't even have room to fight back, so he was made into an ice sculpture by others!

They were so frightened that they turned and ran, as if they were birds and beasts.

Some of them were slow, caught up by Octavir's magic spreading speed, one foot stepped out, the other was frozen before they could lift up, and some accidentally fell, and the person fell down in the air and was frozen, and his body was frozen in the air, and his posture was strange.

Tang Jie only felt that his mouth was extremely bitter, but Octavir was very shrewd and knew that he should come out for him.

But it's a little too noisy, isn't it?

This is the magic capital of Mozambique!

I don't know how many powerful magicians there are here, not to mention that there is a world-famous magic queen living in this white tower!

Casting a forbidden spell in Mozambik's magic tower, isn't this reciting the Book of Filial Piety in front of Confucius and playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong?

Tang Jie unconsciously raised his head, looked at the white spiral magic tower more than forty meters high, and couldn't help but think in his heart: How would Fiona, the Queen of Magic, react when she saw this?

Will she be angry and have an earth-shattering battle with Octavir?

You must know that one of these two women is an extremely powerful sea remnant, and the other is an undefeated magical genius, if this is to fight, Mo Sanbik will not be destroyed by them, right?

Tang Jie fought a cold war!

This famous city, which has been built for more than 1,000 years and has gone through vicissitudes and ups and downs, will be so ruined, it will be lively!

Maybe I'll be the most hated person in the wizarding world in the future, right?

Thinking of this, Tang Jie didn't dare to pretend to be B anymore, he hurriedly said to Octavier: "Enough! Helper, do you want to turn this place into an ice rink?"

Octavir was stunned for a moment, her forbidden spell was interrupted by Tang Jie, and the frozen world around her suddenly began to slowly retreat, she turned her head and asked very strangely, "What is an ice rink?"

The corner of Tang Jie's eyes twitched: "It's the place for ice skating." ”

"And what is skating?" asked Octavier.

"Ice skating is skating on the ice with skates. ”

"Why do you put skates under your shoes?"

"Because, because then people can glide faster. You, why are you asking so much?" Tang Jie sweated.

"Oh......" Octavir replied, and stood behind Tang Jie with her head bowed like a little daughter-in-law, but after a while, Octavir couldn't help but ask, "But, isn't it faster to fly?"

Tang Jie: "......"

==========================================================================I'm going out today, so I'll change it in advance and come back in the evening for the second shift."