A little sweat appeared on Zhao Mingde's forehead, at this time he was less than a zhang away from Luo Changfeng, and he only needed to take a step forward, and the wooden knife in his hand could slash at him.

But for some reason, he couldn't cut this knife.

Can't, or don't dare?

He took two steps to the side slightly, trying to get rid of the strange feeling in this way.

But he failed, Luo Changfeng's body didn't move at all, but his head turned slightly, and his blank gaze was still staring at him.

Zhao Mingde took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Changfeng, you can make a move!"

"Good. ”

"Sneer......"

Zhao Mingde said so, and Luo Changfeng did so.

However, when Zhao Mingde saw Luo Changfeng's coming, the wooden knife in his hand was raised diagonally, and he was about to chop it down, he only felt a strong wind passing by his ears, and there was already something more beside his neck.

Zhao Mingde was stiff, but this knife could no longer be cut.

His eyes widened and he looked at Luo Changfeng, who was lungeing at this time, and had already stabbed out the wooden sword with a move of "Immortal Guidance".

Immediately, he slowly lowered his head like a machine, and saw that the wooden sword in Luo Changfeng's hand was already close to the side of his neck.

It was the point of the jousting session, and if they were dueling, he would have been pierced in the throat by this time.

Of course, the so-called immortal guidance is just what Zhao Mingde thinks he thinks.

In fact, Luo Changfeng didn't perform any moves, he just took a simple step and stabbed the wooden sword past Zhao Mingde's neck.

Luo Changfeng withdrew the wooden sword, took a step back, and said: "This is the role of precision, if my sword is not accurate enough, maybe it will not be close to the neck." ”

Zhao Mingde trembled slightly when he heard this, glared at Luo Changfeng, and asked, "But ...... Why is it so fast?"

Luo Changfeng was still expressionless, "Practice." ”

"How did you practice?"

"Thorn the trunk every day. ”

“......”

Zhao Mingde looked at Luo Changfeng speechlessly, and after a few breaths, he said angrily: "I believe you are a ghost, you can practice such a fast sword by piercing the trunk of a tree every day?

Luo Changfeng tilted his head slightly and thought about it, nodded seriously, and said, "Theoretically...... Yes, give up the moves, and only practice chopping, chopping or cutting, and it will be better to refine one move than a hundred moves. ”

“......”

Zhao Mingde felt that something seemed to be choked in his throat, and he couldn't speak, but the students he taught taught him taught him instead?

After being silent for a while, Zhao Mingde suddenly slashed at Luo Changfeng's abdomen with a backhand, and shouted in his mouth: "Come again." ”

"Sneer......"

“......”

Zhao Mingde looked at the wooden knife that was still half a foot away from Luo Changfeng's abdomen, and the touch coming from his neck, this time he was really speechless, this time Luo Changfeng's wooden sword was attached to the other side of his neck.

Putting away the knife in a daze, Zhao Mingde sighed: "Okay! I'm no longer your opponent now, don't ask me for tricks in the future." ”

Luo Changfeng pondered for a moment before he spoke: "My swordsmanship, I don't need to feed the moves, because ...... No tricks at all. ”

"I'm still ......" Zhao Mingde's cheeks bulged, and after a few breaths, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha...... Okay, good, good boy! You really didn't disappoint me and your master, and now you have the ability to take charge of your own affairs! When your master comes back next time, I will suggest that he take you out and do great things. ”

Zhao Mingde laughed and turned around to walk outside the practice ground, he was really happy.

The student who was taught by himself only took a little more than four years to leave him, a guy who had been practicing martial arts for 20 years, far behind.

Although Luo Changfeng is not as good as him in terms of skill, life and death never only depends on the level of skill.

Otherwise, why do you still need to fight? Directly compare a brick, who splits more, who is the uncle?

"Master Zhao......"

Zhao Mingde, who was about to walk out of the martial arts training ground, paused, and his face with his back to Luo Changfeng showed a look of surprise.

"Thank you Master Zhao for your teaching over the past few years, Changfeng will never forget. ”

Zhao Mingde Huo Ran turned around, only to see Luo Changfeng holding the wooden sword upside down at this time, clenching his fists with both hands, and slamming it to the ground.

Although his voice was as indifferent as ever, Zhao Mingde felt warm in his heart.

couldn't even make a move in front of Luo Changfeng, no matter how open-minded Zhao Mingde was, he still had some pimples in his heart.

But with Luo Changfeng's "Master Zhao" and that sentence, the pimple in his heart suddenly disappeared, and a really happy smile appeared on his face.

Zhao Mingde turned around, still with his back to Luo Changfeng, and said: "With your words, I didn't teach you in vain, remember to guard against arrogance and rashness, your fast sword is unique, you are a family of your own, study hard, maybe in the future, you will become a generation of grandmasters." ”

"Yes, Changfeng remembers Master Zhao's teachings. ”

Zhao Mingde was satisfied, and strode away briskly, secretly wondering in his heart, should he really try the practice method he said, maybe, he can really practice a quick knife?

Luo Changfeng straightened up and looked at Zhao Mingde's back, with a deep sense of gratitude in his eyes.

He then put down his wooden sword and picked up his saber again.

"Bang...... Qiang ......"

The sound of the rhythmic unsheath and unsheath resounded in the forest.

......

Two months later, it was autumn, and it was the most melancholy season of the year, when the autumn wind was bleak and everything was decaying.

Chen Jinnan stepped on the tail of the end of summer and returned to Changlin Village, this time when he came back, he taught Luo Changfeng a light skill to improve the longitudinal technique, and Luo Changfeng, whose strength was in a bottleneck, finally had a new room for improvement.

It's just that light power is supported by internal force, and the level of light power also depends on the depth of internal force.

After practicing light exercises for a few days, Luo Changfeng suddenly found that the village was busy, the tailor shop was rushing to make white robes and cloth saffron, and the blacksmith shop was making every effort to create a new single knife.

Luo Changfeng, who was slightly surprised, was about to ask Chen Jinnan about it, and at this time, Chen Jinnan was discussing with the brothers of the Lotus Hall of the Heaven and Earth President.

Zhao Mingde, the incense master of the Lotus Hall, Yu Shihao, the red stick, Li Hongmin, the white fan, and the high-level personnel such as the sitting hall, the accompanying hall, the alliance certificate, the incense chief, the Guan Tang, the torture hall, the execution hall, the auditorium, the sword guard, and the seal were all present.

Lotus Hall, as the long room of the rudder at the entrance of the main hall of the Heaven and Earth Society, is stationed at the helm all the year round, and these people Luo Changfeng are all familiar with it.

"I plan to take the 'Iron Blood Youth League' to the Red Flower Pavilion this time, the old brothers don't have to go, Wu Sangui in southern Yunnan seems to have made a change recently, everyone must be ready at any time, once he rebels, our opportunity will come." ”

When Luo Changfeng walked not far from the door, he heard this passage, and his heart couldn't help but move slightly.

Predator Boys, Red Flower Pavilion, seems to be ...... Something familiar.

Luo Changfeng's eyes flickered rapidly, and he quickly searched in his mind, and after a while, his eyes lit up, and then dimmed again.

He finally knew which world he was traversing, and this movie, which he watched with his father as a child, was a very long memory, when he was only six years old.

Because of this, his memory is already a little blurry.