The old man tried one by one, gave a few words from time to time, and gradually came to Zhang Junxue.

After only three moves, the old man smiled and retreated and waved his hand: "You don't have to try, this big knife is scraping and rubbing me." And your waist chopping knife is self-contained, as long as you focus on your own rhythm during the battle, it is not beautiful to pay too much attention to the opponent's moves. ”

Then walked up to Pei Li: "The young man has a face?" What do you call it? ”

"Pei Li. The family lives in Fenghuai, and the vein tree is a lifetime, making the sword. Pei Ye hugged his fists.

"Well, for a lifetime." The old man smiled, "To be honest, there is no need to spend this money in your life, we require three lives to sign up, in fact, it is also because these things we teach are the most useful for more than three lives." ”

"Thanks to the care of the elders." Pei Li smiled.

"Oh! You're Bai Sibing's side."

As he spoke, the old man pulled out his posture and motioned for Pei Ye to draw his sword.

Pei Ye moved his wrist.

"Dealing with Baizhu Pavilion, in fact, it is 'fast' and 'wonderful', as long as he can't see clearly and can't understand, 'last to come' will become a sitting still." The old man continued, "That's why I said it's not very useful to learn these things below the third life, because you can get there soon—"

He suddenly slammed into the air, and the short sword in his hand slammed into the grid, only to cut through a piece of air.

The cold hair on his neck shrugged slightly, and the silver-white blade had politely stopped three inches away.

“.”

“.”

Not only did the old man not expect it, but Pei Ye himself was also a little surprised-he was still holding a change of move in his hand, waiting for the other party to "come first".

"Ahem." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Little brother is so handsome, how long has he been practicing the sword?" ”

"Eight years."

"Eight years, it's also a good jade." The old man said, "You don't have to experience it anymore, this sword is enough to deal with a Baizhu Pavilion disciple of the same level." ”

"What about the high level?" Pei Ye asked the bottom of the matter.

"A high level naturally has a high level of martial arts. At that time, it will depend on what level of swordsmanship you have in your hands. The old man laughed, "We can only talk about some of their basic paths here." ”

"Oh."

"Let's practice well." The old man patted him on the shoulder, then turned and walked away.

This made Pei Ye stunned for a moment - he remembered that there was another student behind him.

Thinking in his heart, he turned his head to look.

At first glance, most of the field of vision was empty, and the second glance was moved down to see him—a little fat man with a short stature, sitting on the ground, leaning on the stone barbell and squinting comfortably.

In the sweat and respite of the entire martial arts field, he seemed to have come to see the play.

Seeing Pei Ye looking down, his squinting eyes immediately opened—although they were still small—and then twisted his ass and "squeaked" and moved back a few steps.

"Did it stop you? Sorry, sorry. ”

"Nope." Pei Ye looked down at him, "Why don't you train?" ”

"Huh?" The little fat man looked at him confusedly, "You practice yours, what do I do." ”

"Curious, you don't want to practice, why do you pay for it?" Pei Ye held two stone locks in his hands.

"My dad reported it to me."

"Oh."

"Practice and practice, can you get the best in the world? A body of cultivation, in the end, is just a handful of loess, and such a beautiful autumn day is gone forever. The little fat man squinted his eyes again and leaned on the barbell, and slowly stretched out his hand to the sky, "There are only one hundred and eighty autumns in a person's life, and you have already missed one." ”

Pei Ye raised the stone lock twice: "But if the cultivation is high, you can live dozens of autumns more." ”

“.”

"And greed and indulgence are easy to die early."

"You can practice your own go."

Pei Ye turned back and continued to exercise the muscles of his body.

In fact, he has not been able to see this kind of hot and intensive training for a long time, he remembers that he was always the last to stop, and he was still unfinished, but now he has a sense of fatigue, but there is no manpower exhausted in the martial arts field.

And Zhang Junxue's struggle next to him especially made him sideways, this woman's training intensity is almost twice as strong as his, and now her body is hot and panting, really like a female tiger. Pei Ye thought that she was only high intensity for a period of time and would soon slow down, but he didn't expect that there was no intention of soothing until now.

It's hard to say that she's pulling up her body, it's more like she's squeezing with all her might.

Pei Ye frowned, the intensity of training should match the true qi of the root bones, if it is excessively used for a long time, it will inevitably cause damage to the body.

Pei Li reminded her, and the woman turned her head, this time her voice was finally not muffled, and her heavy snort was a bit like her exhausted jujube red horse: "It's okay. Me, just for half a month."

Finally, an hour passed, and everyone sat on the ground and gasped for a while, and when they got up, the ground was full of wet marks.

When it came to the competition, Pei Ye and Zhang Junxue were in a group.

In fact, Pei Li felt that she was not very suitable for training with this woman, and they could only fight really - Pei Li must not be able to resist her powerful knife, but she may not be able to dodge Pei Li's tricky sword again and again.

Therefore, the winner will be settled within ten moves.

If you want to learn from each other, Pei Ye himself will have no effect, but Zhang Junxue will have to put away a considerable part of his strength, and he will definitely not be happy to fight, and some of them are equivalent to Pei Ye as a sparring partner.

But when Pei Li suggested that she go to someone else, she shook her head: "I want to fight with your sword." ”

"My sword?"

"I want to experience how a swordsman of your realm uses a sword."

So the two began to practice, and in this process, Zhang Junxue really stared at Pei Li's sword path very seriously, and dismantled with Pei Ye in an overly respectful and vigilant way.

Several times Pei Ye couldn't help but remind: "You don't have to be so careful here, you have enough strength, you can shoot my sword away with a direct shot." ”

Zhang Junxue just shook her head, she even put away some of her true qi again, and put herself in a situation where her speed and strength were inferior to Pei Li.

In this way, Pei Ye naturally won many victories, but every time Zhang Junxue was able to correct the mistakes of the last time and start again, gradually, Pei Ye really felt a kind of resilience and danger from her.

Pei Ye looked at Zhang Junxue, and the woman stared at his sword with a pair of serious and resolute eyes. Pei Li seems to understand - she doesn't like to put away her strength and be beaten, but she has another opponent in her heart.

She put herself in such a situation because she was as powerless as she is in front of that opponent.

Pei Li straightened his sword and went again.

When the two of them were resting, a tall figure walked over next to them, standing tall next to them, and said in a rough voice with a fist: "Excuse me, can I practice with Zhang Junxue?" ”

Pei Ye turned his head with a stunned expression. Then he immediately captured the source of this familiarity - the man in front of him had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a hard and sincere face, and a long knife in his hand.

Actually, this figure didn't just come over.

Not long after the sparring began, he came to the side to practice swordsmanship by himself, as if there was no one to practice.

"Oh, good." Pei Ye glanced at Zhang Junxue and saw that she had no opinion, so he got up and moved out of the way.

Go and sit down next to the little fat man.

"When she first came yesterday, Chang Yue had a fight with her, and I wanted to continue today, but I was cut off by you." The little fat man was still squinting and lying down, and his head was not biased.

Pei Ye wondered: "Zhang Junxue also came three days late, didn't Brother Chang have a partner before?" ”

“.”

"Oh! It's you! ”

The little fat man sighed: "What about me, I'm a waste of three lives, empty cultivation is loose in martial arts, Chang Yue is better to practice with me than to practice by myself." ”

"My name is Pei Li, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhang Dingyun."

"Dingyun? You're with the Dingyun firm—"

"My dad drove it."

"Okay."

After chatting for a while, Pei Ye rested enough, then picked up the sword and got up, leaving Zhang Dingyun to continue to enjoy the autumn and go to the side to practice swordsmanship.

It is the first form of the cicada part, [Breaking the Ground].

Pei Ye has already dismantled this trick thoroughly, it is a clean start, the strength is three and seven, more temptation than attack, just like a cicada crawling up from the ground after a rain, most of its body is still buried in the hole.

There are three flaws in this move, but it's best not to expose them until you've learned them.

And if you don't make the hook of the finch sword, only as an independent sword, this sword is about a little stronger than the Fuliu sword, and the sense of suddenness and the basis for advance and retreat are worth pondering, but it is more to pave the way for the following six swords.

After understanding this trick thoroughly, learning sword moves is indeed twice the result with half the effort, Pei Li's perception of the past few days and today's practice confirm each other, and gradually the unity of knowledge and action, the body of the clumsy realm is also constantly adjusting his sword path, each sword is more beautiful than the previous sword.

It only took two quarters of an hour for Pei Ye to learn this formula.

It's not as rough and reluctant as [Flying Bronze Shadow], but the plate is accurately integrated into the memory of his body, and if he wants to improve in the future, he can only rely on proficiency and understanding.

Pei Ye waited for a while after learning this trick, and the sparring for this hour was over.

At lunchtime, the martial arts hall moved out of the meal again, Zhang Dingyun took Chang Yue out of the martial arts hall to eat, he also invited Pei and Zhang to join him, but the two naturally refused to eat at will, and still stayed in the martial arts hall to eat.

Squatting in the corner as usual, Pei Ye asked the woman next to him while holding the meal: "Do you know what the process of the afternoon is small?" Who fights with whom? Do you want to play all the rounds? ”

The morning's exercise was quite fulfilling, and Pei Ye didn't have this feeling of fully active muscles and bones for some days, and he was a little eager to try it at this time.

Zhang Junxue cleaned a bowl with her head stuffy - she ate more than Pei Li in more than one bite, and swallowed it quickly, which was a comprehensive crushing from the mouth to the throat to the stomach.

After swallowing, she said a long paragraph: "The martial arts hall should have held a big competition when the class opened, and the small competition in the back will be based on this result, and the one in the back will fight in the front, and if it wins, it can continue to fight." ”

"Oh."

In this way, the others should have been discharged, only Pei Ye and Zhang Junxue, the two newcomers, have not been included in the ranking.

"Then the ginseng pill is a medicine to assist in spiritual practice?"

"Hmm."

"You seem to know this place very well, did you come here last time?"

"No, it's yes" Zhang Junxue stopped chopping rice, looked down at the bowl and was silent for a while.

"There's a sister in the family who has been here."

Pei Ye noticed her emotions, and when she was hesitant to ask carefully, the light in front of her was obscured by a shadow, Pei Ye raised his head, and the thin-eyed young man in the morning was standing in front.

"Boy, where are you from?" The young man looked at him.

Pei Ye didn't speak.

The thin-eyed young man pursed his teeth, turned his head to look at the sky, turned his head and hugged his fist casually: "The morning thing is my fault, I only ask if you are from Xu Gu?" ”

Pei Ye smiled and lowered his head to pick up the rice.

This attitude angered him a little, and the young man pointed at Zhang Junxue with his hand, and said in a suppressed voice: "Boy, I'm just talking to you openly, if you have nothing to do with Xu Gu, it's best to stay away from her, don't suffer this crime in vain." ”

"It's your business."

"Hahaha, good, good, good." The young man grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth.

"So hard! Such a hero! I said, you don't want to climb the high branches of their Zhang family, do you? He leaned down, "You can be hard against a pig, huh?" ”

Pei Ye stopped his chopsticks, put down the bowl, and stood up.

"Yo, what, still want to-"

The voice behind him became a muffled drum in his throat.

A punch slammed into the bridge of his nose like a stone lock.

The avatar was hit head-on by the battering ram, and the true qi in the young man's body was already filled with stress, but his mind fell into a momentary stupor under such a ferocious hammer.

The body was still instinctively trying to punch and block, but the body was already leaning backwards.

Pei Ye grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back, and raised his knee to push his lower abdomen with all his strength again.

His body suddenly bowed into a cooked shrimp, and his mind cleared up a little under the rapid impact of pain, but there was no chance to give the next command, and in an instant, the same heavy punch slammed into his head from the side.

In the stun and sharp pain, he felt the world spin, then there was a loud "thump", and only when there was a dull pain in the back of his head did he realize that it was the sound of his head hitting the ground.

Then the neck was strangled by a strong hand.

The blows didn't come again, and when he slowly woke up, he found himself panting violently, his mind buzzing, and his abdomen churning like a displacement that made him want to gag.

Then he felt a hand touch his waist and pull something out.

My heart sank—it was my own dagger.

He was just about to struggle, but his hands were pressed to the ground and stepped on them.

In the confusion of Venus, a teenager leaned down to look at him and whispered, "I'll see how hard you are." ”

"Choking".

His heart was clenched so hard that he shouted, "Don't!!" ”

The legs kicked hard, but they couldn't stop the dagger's trajectory, like a poisonous snake biting into the crotch, and the young man screamed hysterically, but the cold and sharp pain were already coming at the same time.

Pei Ye got up and left in disgust.

The young man gasped on the ground for a moment with a pale face, only to realize that the sharp pain came from his thigh, and he reached out to wipe it off, and his pants were already soaked.

There is some blood, and a large amount of incontinence fluid.

Pei Ye threw the dagger in his face: "I like to talk about other people's lower three ways so much, I thought you had grown several." ”

(End of chapter)