Chapter 208: It's Good to Be Ordinary
Xia Luo did suppress his strength to the early stage of the innate stage, and when he fought against Xia Qingfeng, he only used the strength of the early stage of the innate stage, and the reason why he was able to win the battle so easily was because of the swordsmanship.
What kind of swordsmanship is his swordsmanship?
After practicing the sword for thousands of years, after integrating his understanding of the way of the sword, he combined it with the swordsmanship of raising the sword, and he created it himself, and the strength is not known how much higher than the swordsmanship of this mortal world.
Therefore, Xia Luo's victory is not much higher than Xia Qingfeng's skill, but completely crushed in the way of the sword!
I believe that Xia Qingfeng himself can understand this.
After hearing Xia Lu's words, Xia Qingfeng's whole person was in a state of collapse.
He clenched the long sword in his hand and looked at Xia Luo unwillingly.
"You...... What kind of swordsmanship do you use? ”
"Martial Saint's swordsmanship."
“???”
Xia Luo's words made Xia Qingfeng stunned, and then he saw Xia Luo come forward and look at him.
"If you win this contest, what do you want?"
Xia Qingfeng hadn't recovered from his stunned comer, he just blinked and said subconsciously.
"Of course it's living with Miss Caiyun."
"And then? At the end of the story, is it a happy life? ”
"Or else?"
"Then do you think this is worthy of the long sword in your hand and the exercises you have cultivated?"
After saying this, Xia Luo didn't want to stay longer.
A flash of loss flashed in his eyes, and he turned around and left.
Originally, I thought that this kid might be a descendant of the Xia family, and he could still instruct him twice or something, but now it seems that even he is too lazy to take care of it.
Just as he was about to leave the ring, Xia Qingfeng suddenly shouted at him.
"How sorry? If it weren't for you, I would have been able to marry the Cloud Girl smoothly, then my efforts for more than ten years would not have been in vain, and I would use the long sword in my hand to protect this happiness! ”
Hearing this, Xia Luo suddenly stopped and fell into thought.
Why did he practice martial arts in the first place?
Why did you start practicing swords?
If you think about it carefully, at that time, I just wanted to become stronger and save my life.
Because only by becoming stronger and saving his life can he survive for a long time.
In this way, what is the difference between this Xia Qingfeng and his martial arts?
At first, he just felt that martial arts could not tend to be ordinary, and he should work hard to practice martial arts in order to become the strongest one.
But now it seems that there may not be anything wrong with pursuing the ordinary.
After sighing, he turned his head to look at Xia Qingfeng and arched his hand.
"In this competition, I admit defeat."
The voice fell, and there was an uproar under the ring.
They naturally wondered why Xia Luo suddenly admitted defeat, after all, she was recognized as the first beauty in Kyoto.
If it weren't for the fact that the Yun family was a martial arts family, it was estimated that they would all go to the palace to be queens.
Of course, they won't understand, and they won't understand for the rest of their lives, that Xia Luo is actually a super old monster who has lived for thousands of years.
After Xia Lu left, the competition was naturally Xia Qingfeng's victory.
Although the Yun family came forward to look for Xia Luo, they knew that they would definitely not find it.
Since it didn't take long for the martial arts competition to happen, the wedding of these two lovers naturally had to be postponed, and during this period, Xia Luo also got to know the Yun family and couldn't help but smack his tongue.
"Tut-tut, this mundane world has also begun to do this."
The ancestors of the Yun family were very smart, really smart, and they had planned the development plan for the family hundreds of years in advance.
The Yun family was a wealthy merchant family at the beginning, and the family was very rich, and then a daughter in the family ran away with a warrior and came back with a big belly.
I had no choice but to give birth to the child in my belly and raise it as my own child.
As a result, it didn't take long for the head of the family to realize one thing, that is, a person with martial arts talent, the offspring born by him will generally have a little martial arts talent, or even higher.
So, he set a rule, that is, from now on, the daughter of the Yun family cannot marry outside, but can only let other men enter the family, and she has to join the family by means of martial arts competition.
Since then, the young people of the Yun family have basically had a few martial arts talents in every generation, and now it is an era of martial arts respect.
Cultivating these talented people, plus the young martial artists who have joined the Yun family, can completely make the Yun family stand tall!
There were even only two powerhouses of the True Martial Realm in the entire Kyoto, one was hidden in the Imperial Palace, while the other was hidden in the Yun family.
There is no real martial arts realm powerhouse to come to this martial arts ceremony, and it is estimated that the strong people of that level will not participate in the martial arts competition, after all, they are all old like that, and they have to take half their lives once to shoot.
The purpose of the royal family to hold a jousting ceremony is to choose a suitable person for marketing, that is, unbridled touting.
And those True Martial Realm powerhouses are almost on the verge of old death, and it is estimated that they have not yet been marketed in place, and they are the first.
Therefore, the martial arts ceremony is almost equivalent to the grandmaster brawl.
But even so, it made Xia Luo feel emotional.
Looking at the world before, there were really not a few grandmasters, but now the grandmasters have a feeling of walking all over the ground.
Three days later, in a teahouse, Xia Qingfeng was sipping tea carefully, and once felt that he had reached the peak of his life.
Not only did he marry such a beautiful wife, but he could also stay in the Yun family and wait for death, which was amazing.
But at this moment, a person suddenly sat down opposite him.
I was just about to get angry, but I saw a familiar face.
"Is that you?"
The person who came was Xia Luo.
He poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and spoke.
"So coincidentally?"
Looking at Xia Luo's graceful expression, Xia Qingfeng suppressed the excitement in his heart.
"What the hell is going on with your swordsmanship? Why is there such a mysterious swordsmanship in the world? ”
At the beginning, he hadn't come back to the ring yet, but after thinking about it carefully, the more he thought about it, the more shocked he became.
That swordsmanship seems to be imaginary, it seems to be real but not real, and Xia Luo has never been seen to take the sword out of the scabbard from beginning to end, why is this happening?
Of course, he felt that it was mysterious, and that sword technique was first-class even in the cultivation realm, let alone in the mortal world.
As for why Xia Luo didn't take the sword out of its scabbard......
In fact, the long sword used by Xia Luo did not have a scabbard, and the sword was just placed in the scabbard to make it less shocking.
His long sword was about to break through the second-grade spirit weapon.
The existence of this grade, even if it is placed in the cultivation realm, it will not be able to avoid a treasure hunt, and it is very likely that many first-class sects will fight to break the blood and release it to the mortal world......
It is estimated that the moment mortals see this sword, their perception of this world will be subverted.
And because I've been raising this sword, I actually began to have a trace of connection with this sword, as if I could read the idea of this sword, anyway, this sword seems to be reluctant to stay in the storage bag.
That's why Xia Luo put it in the scabbard and carried it with him all the time.
Looking at Xia Qingfeng, the corners of Xia Lu's mouth raised a smile.
"Didn't I say that? This is the swordsmanship of the Martial Saint. ”
As soon as he heard this, Xia Qingfeng almost burst out without laughing.
"Hahaha, you can bluff others, but you can't bluff me, you may not believe it, in fact, I am the orthodox descendant of the Xia family of the Tianxiong Dynasty back then! I know a lot about the martial saint back then. ”
Xia Luo seemed to be a little surprised: "Oh? What do you know? ”
"The inheritance of the Martial Saint has long been broken, and his last apprentice has already taught his swordsmanship to the ancestors of my family, so the heir of the Martial Saint back then could only be me."
This made Xia Luo feel a little surprised.
I gave the Xia family a set of swordsmanship back then, and claimed that I would break the inheritance, but does that set of swordsmanship have anything to do with this kid's use?
But if you think about it carefully, he understands, after all, after so many years, who knows what went wrong halfway.
After shaking his head, he looked at Xia Qingfeng.
"If you are given a chance, do you want to become the strongest martial artist in the world?"
Xia Qingfeng nodded a little hesitantly.
"Who wants to be the weakest if they can be the strongest?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he found that Xia Luo had disappeared in an instant, and there was a bag on the table in addition to the leftover tea.
When I opened the bag, I found that it contained a book with "True Yang Ten Directions Sword Technique" written on it, and a bottle of elixir, and a piece of paper next to it.
I saw it written on the paper.
"The red pill is one pill every five years, one pill every year after reaching the grandmaster, and when you are about to break through the true martial arts, you will eat the golden pill."
In this way, some of the leftovers that Xia Luo ate and got tired of using are about to create a myth in the mundane world.
Xia Luo didn't say something to Xia Qingfeng.
According to his experience of thousands of years of life, the more ordinary people he pursues, the less ordinary he is.