Liu Naiwen was surprised, as if he didn't expect Feng Zhiping to really agree, after all, according to his previous understanding, this is a master who never wants to suffer.

Lin Shi was also a little surprised, and looked at Feng Zhiping carefully, very appreciative.

The audience on the sidelines didn't know their conversation, and wondered why they suddenly chatted about the fierce battle, and some people guessed whether Qiaoxi would admit defeat and was about to discuss, when they saw the rest of the people scattering Feng Zhiping and Zhang Yingwu to stay in the field, and their spirits suddenly became high again.

The sword was scrapped, and he didn't take the spare, so he stood still with the double-pointed gun that had just arrived, and Feng Zhiping waited intently.

Zhang Yingwu was a little nervous, he had seen a lot of duels, and it was the first time he had played in person.

Unlike ordinary competitions, it was only at this moment that he realized how much pressure the duel was, not only from Feng Zhiping, but also from the surrounding spectators, as well as the honor he carried.

Taking a deep breath, he drew his sword and lit up a starting gesture, and after saluting, he took the lead in taking out his sword, and rushed to Feng Zhiping in a few steps.

The momentum of these few steps was magnificent, and the spectators thought that another wonderful duel was about to be staged, and they all waited with bated breath, and the clinker only made more than ten moves The battle came to an end, Zhang Yingwu's sword flew to the sidelines, and the person was held to the throat by the gun, and he didn't dare to move.

"That's it?"

"Grass, what a thing! I thought it was a master, but I didn't think it was a waste of firewood, and these two brushes were embarrassed to go on stage!"

Hearing similar words in his ears, Zhang Yingwu was like a mourner, he knew that he would lose, but he never thought that he would lose so quickly and so easily.

Put away the gun and beckoned Lao Dong and them to help get things, Feng Zhiping nodded at Lin She, ignored Liu Naiwen and the others and the noisy spectators, and dragged away from the martial arts arena with fatigue.

He didn't agree to Zhang Quan's request, nor did he not agree, he just took a compromise, and he wouldn't take the initiative to tell people that he was tired and wanted to fight another day, nor would he tell the truth.

He put this matter on the account for the time being, if there is nothing to do in the future, if the donkey dares to play tricks again, then the new account and the old account will be counted together.

As for what the spectators think, let them think for themselves, even if there is a fool who misunderstands his cowardice.

Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, and there will be no less meat, facing Zhang Yingwu's backbone and loyalty, he is willing to bear this grievance, and he is more willing to those fools jump out to challenge themselves.

It's good for you left and right, so why bother with a momentary quick mouth?

The wheel battle that should have been wonderful ended like this, and it was very anticlimactic, and the spectators really became noisy, saying everything, and the radical ones even scolded.

Feng Zhiping didn't know that Zhang Yingwu was still in the field after he left, his face was like ashes, and Liu Naiwen gently patted his back as if he was comforting, but in fact he was talking about something else.

"Well done. ”

"Thank you Brother Naven for the compliment! It's just that he really won't say it?"

"Of course not, don't look at him arrogant, in fact, he is a very moral person, your performance has made him feel a sense of identity, and he won't say anything to you. ”

"That's good. Hey, Brother Quan is still amazing, he can come up with this solution, it's ridiculous that this kid is counted dead by Brother Quan and doesn't know it!"

"Shh, be cautious, don't say these words when they rot in your stomach, let that kid know that there must be complications. ”

"I understand, don't worry. ”

The two of them spoke very quietly, thinking that others couldn't hear it, but they didn't know that Lin She, who had already walked out of the martial arts arena, moved his ears and snorted softly.

"Villain. ”

Raising his eyes to look in the direction where Feng Zhiping left, he shook his head and chuckled again, muttering emotion.

"Alas, young, still too young. ”

After a brief chat on the way, and knowing that Zhao Kang and the others were unexpectedly brushed together, Feng Zhiping subconsciously glanced at You Shuang'er, shook his head and sighed.

The selection criteria of Diancang Mountain are too high, although these people have their own advantages, but the disadvantages are as prominent as the advantages, and it is difficult to take the lead here.

Knowing that Feng Zhiping was tired, after being sent back to the small courtyard, several people said goodbye and left, You Shuang'er stayed, helped Feng Zhiping put the loot away, and moved a chair to sit in front of him.

"You want to take that person over, are you sincere?"

Feng Zhiping nodded: "Naturally, he is sincere, he is quite backbone, it is a pity to open his hands under the donkey's face." ”

"You didn't think people would refuse?"

"Of course I did, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't agree, especially in that case. ”

"And you still mention it?"

"I did it on purpose. ”

Feng Zhiping blinked, and said with a sneer: "Donkey Face Zhang did a very disgraceful thing today, and he is very stupid, if he knew that I was really the end of the crossbow, he would definitely be so angry that he would vomit blood." I thought that someone would jump out, but I didn't expect it to be that Zhang Yingwu, I really misjudged him before, I really didn't expect him to be so dignified. In short, whether it's him or someone else, I'll say those words, but they are idle all day long and have nothing to do, so they are tinkering with how to fix our Qiaodong, young master, I will also bury a thorn in them, disgusting and disgusting them!"

"I know you're not at ease. ”

With a little sarcasm, You Shuang'er groaned: "Actually, it's a good thing that the man didn't promise you, my intuition tells me that he has bad intentions, don't look at his toughness, I always feel that it was acted." ”

"Acting?"

Feng Zhiping was stunned, and repeated the situation several times in his mind.

"No, I think what he said is quite sincere, if it is really acting, what a good acting skill?"

You Shuang'er pondered for a moment, frowned, and said: "Anyway, I just don't feel well, I don't like that person in my heart, you know, my intuition of people's hearts is very accurate." ”

Feng Zhiping sneered: "Pull it down, are you still calling it accurate?" Who did you think about when you ran to me in the middle of the night without sleep and shouted to kill, and who guarded me like a wolf, and drew his sword at every turn?"

You Shuang'er's face was slightly red, and she argued: "You are a wolf, and no one has to guard against it!"

Feng Zhiping shrugged: "Okay, okay, I'm a wolf, if you live in the same room with me alone, aren't you afraid that I will eat you?"

You Shuang'er pressed the hilt of the sword: "You try?"

Feng Zhiping lowered his face and said hatefully: "Don't worry, it's quick, when I study and understand how that trick was used, I will definitely convince you!"

"It's up to you, go dream, you won't even think about beating me for another ten years!"

said this, but she actually agreed a little in her heart.

Feng Zhiping can attract the spiritual power in the sword, which is nothing in the innate realm, but it is really domineering in the acquired realm, and it is difficult to resist and eliminate the simple yuan power, and it must be protected by spiritual sense.

"How did you use your innate power, did you rely on the sword seed?"

"I don't know, I guess so. Feng Zhiping rubbed his chin.

The Yuanli silk thread is made by the sword species, and it stands to reason that it should be done by the sword species, but today he has a feeling that the Yuanli silk thread seems to be just an introduction, a bridge, and the determination is determined by something else, an ethereal thing that cannot be captured or spoken.

"By the way, I've always wanted to ask, what is your Yuan Force?" Feng Zhiping suddenly asked.

You Shuang'er didn't understand: "Yuan Li is Yuan Li, what else can it look like?"

Feng Zhiping pondered the wording for a moment and said, "I mean, how was your Yuan Force formed, and what did it look like after it appeared, ethereal like mist, moist like water, or silk threads like substance?"

You Shuang'er wondered: "There are two stages of the Yuan period, the internal vapor is condensed by vapor, and the two processes are carried out at the same time, it is difficult to distinguish him from me, don't you know?"

"I know!" Feng Zhiping spread his hands helplessly, "But my situation is different, my Yuan Force is born from the sword seed, like a silk sweet potato, I don't have any breath vapor Yuan Liquid, my Yuan Force is really like a physical silk thread, and I can still look inside." ”

"What, can you look inward?!"

You Shuang'er Huo Ran got up, her eyes full of shock, this kind of expression rarely appeared on her face.

Feng Zhiping nodded: "Yes, I can see inward, and it will be on the first day of the appearance of the Yuanli Silk Thread." ”

You Shuang'er took a deep breath, pressed Feng Zhiping's shoulders, approached him and asked in an extremely suppressed voice, "Do you know, what does the inner vision represent?"

"On behalf of the innate realm, inward vision is something that only a master of the innate realm can do. ”

"No, that's not what I meant, I mean, do you know what it means to be able to look inside?"

"What?"

"Psychics!"

You Shuang'er solemnly threw out the two words and said in a deep voice, "The innate realm master can stimulate the inner spirituality of the treasure blade, relying on spiritual sense. Spiritual consciousness is the yuan power integrated into the spiritual power, it can not only help the warrior communicate the spirituality of the treasure blade, but also can be used as a more magical eye than the naked eye, you can see the flesh and blood organs outside the true appearance of all things, and being able to look inside is a sign of entering the spiritual consciousness period!"

Feng Zhiping swallowed his saliva: "You mean, I'm a congenital?, but my internal force hasn't been transformed yet, and the Yuanli silk thread can't account for one percent of my meridians!"

You Shuang'er thought for a long time and sighed: "Your situation is too special, but apart from spiritual sense, I really can't think of any other explanation, it is impossible for pure yuan power to attract the spiritual power of the treasure blade." ”

"Probably not at all?

You Shuang'er didn't speak, and her eyes said everything.

Feng Zhiping was stunned, raised his head and looked at Fang Liang blankly.

I've always aimed at meritocracy, and now, I've really cultivated so inexplicably?

That's not right, when people cultivate their spiritual sense, they are all pure and have no breath, what kind of innate is their two and a half hanging?

But if it is true, if you really have spiritual sense, then why can't you notice it at all?

People's spiritual sense can be peeped inside or outside, and they can only look at themselves individually, could it be that the method is wrong?

Thinking like this, Feng Zhiping concentrated according to the description in the classics, focusing on the beams as much as possible, and spent a long time, except for making his eyes dry and his spirit more and more tired, he didn't feel anything.

Isn't it too far?

It's possible!

His eyes fell, he glanced left and right, and then he looked at the teapot in front of him.

After working hard for a long time, my eyes were blind, and I didn't see the teapot enlarged or feel the internal structure of the teapot in my mind, so I pondered it again after being depressed.

It's not a matter of distance, but what could it be?

Could it be that one's cultivation is still shallow, one's spiritual sense can only be confined to one's body, and ordinary things are not attractive enough to excite oneself, so oneself cannot be surpassed?

Thinking of this, his eyes turned again, and his eyes were like a torch staring at You Shuang'er's chest.

Dedicated to "exploring", he didn't realize that the girl's face turned from white to red, from red to black, until when he couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up the powder fist and hit him.

It's done!

Mistaking the rapidly enlarged fist shadow as a result, Feng Zhiping was overjoyed, and then his face was in sharp pain.

"Ah!!h

After a punch and kick, it took a cup of tea to stop, You Shuang'er walked away with a black face, leaving someone curled up on the ground, snorting with a big pig's head.