Chapter 342: Wan'er and the Imperial Sword Technique

On the way. The middle-aged man didn't say a word. Bring the crowd to a new square. On the gate of the square is the word Sword Sect. Vigorous and powerful.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Luo Feng. In the future, I will be in charge of the course of your 120 people. Of course, there will be different teachers present. Teach something else." Luo Feng stood on top and spoke.

The students below have already started to talk to each other. Thousands of people finally chose sword cultivation, and only a few hundred people chose sword cultivation. I have to say that I'm a little sorry for the name Sword God Continent. They were all until the pomp and circumstance of the sword cultivation recorded in that book. Nine of the ten martial artists are sword cultivators. What a prosperity that was. And now I'm afraid it's only one out of ten. You can imagine how much this percentage has dropped.

"It's Mentor Qingfeng who is teaching you today." Luo Feng ignored the students' astonishment. There are too many such things every year. It seems to be in a constant cycle.

After Luo Feng finished speaking, he retreated. This Luo Feng gave Jian Chen a rather awkward feeling. The elegant aura on his body, the aura of Mu Ne, is not at all like what a sword cultivator should be. Not as aggressive as he thought.

Just as Jian Chen lost his mind, Mentor Qingfeng walked onto the stage. As usual, he was dressed in a white robe and had no wind on his body. Like a light smoke, as his name suggests. Comes and goes like the wind.

"Sit down, everybody. Today, I will give you the first lesson of entering Canglan Academy." Qingfeng stood on the stage and looked at the immature faces below, and couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

"Mentor Breeze." Jian Chen raised his eyebrows. This man was the same young man he had seen at the gate of the academy yesterday. There is an inexplicable ethereal ethereal on his body. This breath alone makes people feel a little chilled.

Everyone sat down slowly, looking forward to what Instructor Qingfeng would say in this first lesson.

"My first lesson was about the position of the sword." The breeze paused. His gaze suddenly became a little more sacred. The tone was also a little respectful: "Gunner. Bingdao; Knife man. Overbearing; Swordsman. The royal road."

"Not bad. Sword cultivation is the cultivation of the royal road. The spear focuses on large-scale defense against enemies. It is often used in the confrontation between two armies. And the warriors who use guns are strong in the early stage, and they are a little lacking in the later stage. The knife, on the other hand, is dominated by domineering and fierceness. It is suitable for killing but not the right way. Lack of charity. Only the sword contains all things. Slaughter. Righteousness is in it." The breeze speaks on it.

Jian Chen's group sat down quietly and listened carefully. Not a single person spoke. The breeze seemed to bring them into a wider realm. In the past, half of them chose sword cultivation because the sword god was sword cultivation. Also, the sword cultivation is more elegant than other weapons. But today, it is said by Qingfeng that it has another meaning.

"This Qingfeng Mentor has a deep understanding of kendo. This realization doesn't happen overnight." While listening to the sword dust, they all looked up and praised. Others may not be able to hear it yet. But what Jian Chen listened to was very interesting. He usually only cares about using a sword, but he doesn't know what a sword is. What's included.

Time is always in a hurry when it comes to concentration. Jian Chen hadn't reacted yet, the sun was already shining. Qingfeng also spoke for two hours unconsciously on stage. There was almost no stop for two hours. Sword dust is like a hungry lost man in the desert. While hungry and thirsty to absorb the sword path that the breeze speaks of. Before he knew it, his understanding of kendo began to change. For him, the sword was the first time that he had been promoted from art to dao. However, it is still far from actually touching the edge of the Dao, and the sword dust is still far away.

"Alright. That's all for today. Remember to be diligent when you go back. There is no way to make any progress in martial arts because of stupidity. Only because of laziness can you achieve nothing." Qingfeng looked at the students who were listening attentively, nodded with satisfaction, and said lightly.

After saying this, Qingfeng's body flashed with blue light. Before the crowd could react, they left the platform. The speed was breathtaking.

"The strength of the Qingfeng Mentor is at least that of the Martial King. Maybe it's scarier than that." Seeing Qingfeng's body when he left, the sword dust was estimated and touched. He was shocked by the results. Only one tutor in Canglan Academy has such strength. How terrible the strength of the entire academy must be. There are also the other three colleges that stand side by side with Canglan College. I'm afraid it's not ordinary. Jian Chen suddenly felt that this Yan Yunzhou seemed to be even more terrifying than he imagined.

"Guess who I am."

The crowd dispersed. Jian Chen was just about to call the ghost Qinghan, who was still reminiscing about the content of the breeze's class, to go back to eat. I didn't expect my eyes to suddenly turn black, and I was actually wrapped in someone's hand. Jian Chen secretly scolded himself for dropping his vigilance so much after coming to the academy.

Jian Chen reached out to open the hand that was blocking his eyes. Only then did I touch it, but I found that the hands were as soft as bones. Very delicate. Even if you just touch it and take it away, you can still feel the softness and smoothness of the fingertips.

"It's a woman." Jian Chen had some doubts in his heart. The man's voice just now deliberately changed, and Jian Chen's voice couldn't hear the man or woman. But no matter how stupid Jian Chen touched his hand, he knew that it was a woman who covered his eyes.

"I still know women in the academy." Jian Chen can't think of anyone who came.

"Brother Jianchen won't forget me so soon." The man took his hand back. There was actually some crying in the tone.

The man didn't use a nasal voice anymore. The sword dust that I listened to was very real. He shuddered and turned away. Look at that familiar face. A little dumbfounded: "Wan'er. How did you end up here?"

I saw that Jian Wan'er didn't pay attention to Jian Chen, and she was still feeling sorry for herself.

"I was wrong, okay, no. I just forgot that no one will forget you. I just didn't expect you to be here." Seeing Wan'er like this, Jian Chen hurriedly explained. That's right. How did you end up here. Does Father know that you are coming out? You can't sneak out of it, do you?"

Jian Chen looked at Wan'er who pretended to cry. Hooked her nose." If you cry, you'll become a cat."

"You're a cat." Wan'er glanced at Jian Chen. That's the look on his face that's better." I didn't sneak out of it. The master agreed to let me come."

"Father agreed. How could it be." Jian Chen was speechless for a while when he saw that Wan'er was so good. The girl really can't be trusted.

"Hmph. Is it only you who are allowed to come out? I can't get out." Wan'er turned her head away. Said with a stinky face.

Only then did Jian Chen's divine sense release and probe it slightly. Almost didn't scare him. Wan'er's strength is actually the second level of martial arts. Faster than yourself. You must know that half of your current strength is your daily hard work, perseverance, and several life and death encounters to be so fast. This little girl shouldn't be hovering around death like herself.

Although the realm does not represent the combat power of this itself. But Jian Chen didn't think that his father would produce an empty shell under his own **. Like flowers in a greenhouse. It is impossible. My father was strict with him since he was a child. Wan'er may have had a little better. But this strength is definitely what she has come out of step by step. I don't feel red when I think of the old face that was surpassed by the girl Jian Chen.

"What's wrong with Brother Jianchen."

Seeing Jian Chen's expression, there was something abnormal. Wan'er put her hand on Jian Chen's forehead and touched it, and found that there was nothing unusual, so she patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Hands gently patted on the chest. The twin peaks that stand proudly rise and fall. Compared to a year ago, Wan'er's twin peaks are already quite large-scale. After all, the goddess has a body a little earlier than the boy. This otherworldly woman is generally considered mature at sixteen. Wan'er isn't far from sixteen now. Plus it's because of the warriors. The bumpy figure looks more powerful, and people can't help but think about it. Unconsciously, Jian Chen actually looked a little stupid.

"Brother Jianchen." Seeing Jian Chen's stunned presence for a long time, Jian Wan'er screamed again. Follow Jian Chen's gaze to himself. only to find that Jian Chen was actually staring at him......

"Bad guys." Wan'er turned around. A coquettish snort. But there was a slight smile on his face.

"Uhhh

Jian Chen suddenly felt speechless. If you want to spread this, you just dig a pit and bury it, I'm afraid it's not enough. After all, staring at his own sister. Although the blood relationship between the two has long been unknown. There is nothing about intermarriage among the big families in this world. After all, many families have been passed down for thousands of years. There aren't so many taboos anymore. As long as you don't look for someone close to you. And Wan'er is a peripheral member of the Sword Family. Naturally, it is far from the core disciple of Jian Chen.

"That's right. Brother Jianchen. Master let me bring you a message when I come."

It's been a long time. The slightly ambiguous awkward atmosphere between the two eased. Wan'er said to Jian Chen as if she had thought of something.

"What words."

Found the topic. Jian Chen's eyes got serious. It's as if a drowning person sees a piece of land.

"Mention Edgeworthiness. I said that you must get the sword art in the few years you study at Canglan Academy." Wan'er looked straight. It's not as delicate as it was just now. She vaguely remembered the solemnity when Jian Yuan was talking about the sword technique that day.

"Edgeworthiness." Jian Chen's face was a little surprised. What is it that makes a father so important. Only then did Jian Chen understand that his father still had a purpose for letting him come here. It's just that there are things in this long-standing Canglan Academy that can make my father tempted, why do they repeatedly lose to the other three major academies.

"The master didn't tell me. But I've heard about it when I've been to Canglan Academy. The value of a secret art is not below that of a heaven-level martial art." Wan'er's expression was faintly dignified. It can be seen that the pressure brought by heaven-level martial arts.

Hearing this, Jian Chen couldn't believe it. I didn't expect that this Canglan Academy actually contained a secret technique comparable to a heaven-level martial art. And listening to Wan'er's tone can still be obtained by the students. Jian Chen's heart suddenly became hot. So far, even he has never seen a heaven-level martial art.

"It's over there. I heard that Miss Xiaotian said that Miss Wan'er is here in the Sword Sect today." A young man from the Sword Sect was playing a package ticket at the door. Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "Mingxiong. Isn't that Miss Wan'er?"

Mingxiong looked in the direction the young man was pointing. The scene in front of him made his brow furrow.