At that moment, Li Zijin almost burst out with unprecedented speed, and his toes violently exerted force, stepping on the ground on the third floor of the library building, and his body fluttered in an instant, like an arrow, and suddenly shot backwards.

The man was menacing, and one sword could not be made and another sword came out, and this sword was faster than that sword.

didn't have time to wait for Li Zijin to see who was coming, the tip of Cuiqu's sword had already reached the young man's eyes, this time, he didn't even have time to move, he could only turn his head desperately, turn sideways slightly, and dodge the sword that could completely lift his head away.

The verdant ancient sword, at the last moment, cut off a strand of hair on Li Zijin's left sideburn.

Almost out of instinct, Li Zijin immediately took off the Cuiqu scabbard behind his back, otherwise he would face the white blade empty-handed, and with his current realm, he would definitely be dead.

The man handed two swords in succession, replaced them with punches, and a punch slammed into the young man's waist, if this punch hit him, he would either die or be disabled, Li Zijin used his spiritual power, condensed on the Cuiqu scabbard, and swept the punch that the man handed out head-on, and the flesh and bone smashed on the Cuiqu scabbard that had condensed the sword, and it actually made a sonorous sound that would only occur when the swords met.

Even that person's fist was like copper skin and iron bones, and even harder, compared to the Cuiqu scabbard, it was no better.

Li Zijin was secretly speechless, thinking that this person's flesh and bones were not iron?

Except that the flesh is far beyond the strength of ordinary people, like iron.

The martial artist, who was even faster than the young man's eyesight, exuded a breathtaking aura all over his body, if some ordinary qi refiners with weak minds faced this kind of aura, let alone drawing talismans and swords, they might not even be able to stand steadily.

Even when he was hunted down by the Daxuan Dynasty and fought with Han Qian, the martial artist of the Eight Realms, Li Zijin did not feel this suffocating aura.

It makes people seem to look up at an unclimbable mountain, and the person punches his face, lifts his feet and falls, which is the posture of the sky.

This punch knocked away the Cuiqu scabbard in Li Zijin's hand without any suspense, and it also made the young man's wrist instantly paralyzed and trembling.

The person in front of you is the one who will take the temperature to the level of perfection, and if you want your wrist to be paralyzed by an inch, it will not be much.

After the scabbard was hammered away, before Li Zijin could see the appearance of the martial artist, another punch smashed into the young man's head in a daze, but at the last moment, when the mountaintop martial artist had clearly grasped the limit of the young man, it was impossible to dodge this punch again.

He instantly collected ninety percent of his strength, so that the punch that was as heavy as a thousand pounds did not directly smash the head of the young man in green shirts, but only fell "gently" and knocked Li Zijin unconscious.

This mountaintop martial artist is free to retract, but he is a real martial arts person who has reached the top, his boxing skills are superb, and he has reached the pinnacle, if he wants to make people hurt but not die, or hurt but not hurt, it is like eating and drinking, it is as easy as a hand.

Before falling unconscious, Li Zijin finally saw the man's face clearly, it was a barefoot old man with a disheveled hair and ragged clothes, and it was the senior who asked him to bring wine yesterday and said that he would teach him swordsmanship.

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched slightly, and he grabbed the wine gourd on Li Zijin's waist, and then watched the young man in green shirt in front of him fall to the ground heavily, he didn't have any waves in his heart, and even moved his feet so that Li Zijin could really "fall to the ground", the old man smiled: "Sleep, boy." ”

The young man's eyes went dark and he passed out completely.

And the mountaintop martial artist who had reached the pinnacle of boxing laughed heartily, pulled out the cork in the wine gourd, and began to pour wine into his mouth.

Jiannan in the wine gourd burned the spring and dried it for the old man.

The most exaggerated thing is that when the old man raised his head to drink, he was heroic and uninhibited, causing many drops of wine to spill on the outside of the wine gourd.

However, the old man not only seemed to stand motionless in place, but also seemed to be separated from countless doppelgangers in an instant, and it was more like there was actually no doppelganger, but he was incredibly fast, and he was able to go to the face of countless drops of wine in an instant, and then let those Jiannan Burning Springs that should have been spilled on the ground all enter the old man's mouth.

It was so fast, so fast that it didn't even have time for the afterimage to appear, and the elder had already "returned".

It was as if he didn't move, just standing there and leaning up and drinking.

The old man tilted his head, holding the wine gourd upside down, and there was really not a drop of Jiannan Burning Spring in it, and he glanced at the young swordsman in green shirts who looked similar to him when he was young.

With a slight movement of his fingers, a verdant Cuiqu sword returned to the Cuiqu scabbard that had fallen in the distance in the blink of an eye.

The old man leaned on the bookshelf and said with a smile: "The old man's swordsmanship, how can you not learn it if you don't want to learn it?"

It's just that before learning the sword, let's take a few punches first, and when you kid can dodge the old man's fist, you will naturally practice this kind of body technique.

Use this body method to make a sword, which is faster than the world's sword technique.

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Li Zijin had a splitting headache, his eyes were closed, and his whole body was sore, he opened his eyes slightly, and found that he was lying outside the library building, and there was a white-clothed girl squatting beside him, who was looking at him with concern, "Senior brother, are you awake?"

"Little junior sister. ”

Li Zijin sat up straight and looked at the pavilions on Partridge Peak, as if he was in a different world.

He turned his head to look and found the "mirror" at the door of the first floor of the library.

The young man recalled carefully, remembering that he had already entered, how could he ······ Then he reacted suddenly.

On the third floor of the library, he went to deliver wine to the barefoot old man, but before he could see it, he was stabbed twice, and finally punched, and it was only then that he saw that the man's face was the old man with whom he had been chatting with yesterday.

The Cuiqu sword and the wine gourd were quietly placed beside the young man.

On the lake in Li Zijin's heart, there were suddenly ripples, and the voice of an old man suddenly sounded: "Today's Jiannan burning spring is good, the kid really believes in his word, tomorrow is still at this time, the old man is waiting for you." ”

Bullying people, right?

Li Zijin also wanted to ask the old man, why did he hurt people for no reason, he was still a little unstable and his head was dizzy.

The last punch was too solid, and at that moment, the boy felt that the world was spinning, and his scalp was numb.

Kindly send wine to your old man, in exchange for a fist?

Forget it, the two swords before the old man punched didn't look like they were a joke, and Li Zijin felt like they were coming for his life.

But the coercion exerted by the old man still made Li Zijin feel palpitations, not to mention that the old man had no reason to kill himself at all, even if the other party really wanted to take his life, then he would still be alive to see the sun on Partridge Peak?

No way.

After the young man calmed down, he carefully recalled the "hand-to-hand" with the old man in the library just now.

In fact, there is no fight at all, it is just that he was beaten unilaterally.

It's just that this kind of "beating", which seems to be close to a battle of life and death, can allow him to burst out with unprecedented potential in the face of the coercion of a strong enemy.

The boy tried to use the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness, and found that there was no change, and he moved his muscles and bones again, and found that the bones in his whole body were clicking, and there was no change except for soreness.

Hey.

He tried again, lifting his foot.

Is it a delusion?

Li Zijin was surprised to find that his body seemed to have become lighter, and he took a few more steps back and forth.

It seems that he still doesn't dare to close the coffin, he directly uses the spiritual power in the sea of knowledge, condenses it on the tips of his toes, and then exerts a slight force on his toes, so lightly step on it.

A young man in a green shirt instantly galloped towards the edge of Partridge Peak, almost didn't stop his foot, and fell off the cliff.

The body technique has become a little faster, although the speed has only increased slightly, and the effect is not significant. But Li Zijin has always been extremely sensitive to this kind of thing.

Since he was a child, he would race with Li Huairen, and the two of them would set off together from the county guard's mansion, and ran three streets away, at the back door of the Lu Mansion, lying on the wall, watching Lu Zhixing read and write in the yard.

Let's see which of the two will arrive first.

Li Zijin still remembers that it takes a thousand and one steps to get from the county guard to the back door of the Lu Mansion.

Every little thing and every detail from childhood to adulthood, the teenager has kept it in mind, and he has not deliberately paid attention to it, but he has always "never forgotten".

So he felt that his steps were lighter and his body was faster, so it must be like this, and he couldn't make a mistake.

It's just ······ Even if you let that senior feed your fist like this, you can improve your body a little, but when you are beaten, it really hurts.

The bones of the whole body are so painful that they fall apart, and my head is groggy, and I am still a little dizzy.

Now he is facing a problem, will he come tomorrow to deliver wine?

I just had a hint of the idea of retreating, but I never thought that above the young man's heart, the hoarse voice of the elder came again: "Forget it if you're afraid." ”

Yo.

Deliberately annoying, isn't it?

In the end, it is young and vigorous.

Li Zijin is really angry, come here, who is afraid of whom.

He's going to come back tomorrow to deliver the wine, and then try to get one more punch, and get a little faster.

To learn from what his teacher Xie Yufeng said, be more greedy, these little by little, will be in a very critical day in the future, maybe it is Jindan, maybe it is Yuanying, maybe it is a higher realm······

Thousands of water droplets melted into the river and sea, and since then it has been out of control.

It's just that when Li Zijin's eyes returned to the little junior sister beside him, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Little junior sister, you really don't know what your name is?"

The koi girl shook her head: "It's not that I don't know, but I don't." Senior brother only taught me yesterday, why did I forget the difference between the two today?"

It's okay, it's only been a day, and I'll learn and use it now, and I'll start teaching my senior brother a lesson.

Li Zijin was angry and happy, looking at the white-clothed girl in front of him with her arms around her chest and being proud, the corners of her mouth couldn't stop rising.

The koi girl suddenly looked forward to it and said, "Senior brother is a scholar at first glance, why don't you give me a nice name?"

The young man in the green shirt looked at the small koi hosta on the head of the girl in front of him, red and white, extremely cute, and the girl was so innocent, simple and beautiful.

Choosing a name is a life event.

Li Zijin turned his head, took advantage of the sunset on Partridge Peak, flipped through the poems in his heart, thought about it very seriously, pondered it for a while, and finally asked, "Hong Shao, what do you think?"

May the red face always be there, and the time will not be old.