"Big... Uncle?!"

Liu Naiwen gritted his teeth, he couldn't bear to be teased for his age than being treated as a cook.

Because of his humble background, he only started to learn martial arts at the age of sixteen, which is at least ten years later than those who were enlightened at the age of three or six, and even carefully trained from birth!

Ten years seems to be a short time, even for ordinary people, it is only one-sixth of a life, but for warriors, these ten years often represent the difference between heaven and earth.

The best bones have been worn away by the ruthless years and their potential has been greatly reduced, and everyone who knows him sighs for him, but he is not discouraged, and with amazing perseverance, he has completed the road that many martial artists may not have taken a lifetime to walk in just twenty years, and he is only half a step away from the peak of the acquired realm.

His efforts finally attracted Xiao Cangshan's attention, he was happy, he was proud, but the problem of age was always a thorn in his heart.

If God could let him be born fairer, or be lucky enough to meet the enlightened nobles earlier, now in the dazzling inner door of Cangshan, he firmly believes that he will have his own place.

However, no one can decide his birth, let alone turn back time, he can only accept his fate.

recognizes, but does not want to be mentioned, this is the reverse scale.

Feng Zhiping committed a taboo, whether he wanted it or not, he thought that the other party was deliberate, and it was the most vicious provocation!

There was no nonsense, the long knife flicked up, and a cold light shot away, turning into three lines as it approached the front door, looking like the claws of a beast.

The sword light shook his eyes, Feng Zhiping subconsciously closed his eyes, and the sword in his hand looked for his memory and met it blatantly.

After opening their eyes again, it was already five moves, and the two of them faced Mai Mang, the speed of the fight was extremely fast, and the sonorous sound of the gold and iron strikes was mixed into a line, and most of the onlookers' thoughts were still stuck on the knife at the beginning.

No one applauded, and they didn't even dare to take a breath of air, and the endless layers of swords and swords made the atmosphere tense to the extreme.

The two parties were full of all their strength, without the slightest temptation, Liu Naiwen went crazy and wanted to trample the vicious boy under his feet, and the "vicious" boy gave up his steady mind because of the precedent, and directly sucked the spiritual power in the sword greedily.

Suddenly, Liu Naiwen stepped back a few steps, the knife in his hand was three points faster, and he slashed three times in front of him in the blink of an eye.

The strange thing is that the three swords did not fly out in turn, but condensed in place and waited for the third sword to merge into a single strand before shooting out, reflecting a six-petal frost flower in Feng Zhiping's eyes.

"Snow Soul Knife - Flying Frost!"

Stacking strength!

What a clever knife technique!

Seeing through the essence at a glance, Feng Zhiping's face was solemn, and his hands in front of the horizontal sword were against it, and he gently borrowed force on the frost flower at the best angle.

When the force was borrowed, the man flew backwards as if the wind was blowing, but his face was like gold paper, and a mouthful of blood spurted out before he could hit the ground.

"Three swords are stacked with six layers of dark energy, so powerful!" Feng Zhiping said secretly in his heart, and the sword was inserted into the ground to fix the retreat.

The three times of the six strengths are all relied on the dismantling and fusion of the three swords, and the middle control will fail by one point, and it will be counterattacked, this person is really much more powerful than Sun Baocai!

As soon as he looked up, another frost flower flew over, this time only five petals.

"It seems that the sixfold strength is his limit, and he can't succeed every time!"

Thinking in his mind, his footsteps moved, and the Seven Swords of Liuyun moved out again, knocking on the side to dissolve the frost flower.

After failing for the second time, Liu Naiwen jumped into the air and roared.

"Snow Knife - Frostfall!"

The big knife was so fast that he couldn't see the shadow clearly, he could only hear the whimper of the broken wind, and one after another frost flowers flew to the ground, and when the body began to sink down, the big knife suddenly froze to the top of his head, and the sharp blade fell to Feng Zhiping with his master.

"Die!"

"Kill you!

With a loud shout, the sword walked with him, and countless sword rays rose from the crazy swaying young man, like a hedgehog and like a bamboo forest.

"The swordsmanship of Luohuaguan!"

Hu Lao Huoran got up and screamed loudly, and the sword cong had already collided with the frost flower.

The frost flowers scattered one by one, the sword shadows were annihilated one by one, and when the sword bodies intersected, a fierce wave of qi swept around.

As soon as his body sank, Feng Zhiping knelt on one knee, and the suffocating blood gushed out of his mouth uncontrollably.

Although he tried his best to adjust the angle to unload the force, the other party was condescending and his cultivation was high, and he still suffered a lot of losses from this blow.

The touch on his hand sensed that the other party was going to retract his strength and make another move, his eyes flashed and his strength changed, and the three-foot Qingfeng followed closely, sticking to the blade of the knife.

Liu Naiwen drew the knife several times without success, the kind of powerful and nowhere to make the bad feeling of being led by the nose made him frown, and his heart deliberately sold an empty door to lead the other party to make a move, and the clinker Feng Zhiping played with him with a heart, and did not accept the move at all.

"What a trick around the fingers! can make such a handsome, this kid is definitely famous!" Hu Lao secretly praised, becoming more and more curious about who Feng Zhiping's master was.

Feng Zhiping had no distractions, clinging to Liu Naiwen, desperately urging the dantian to absorb spiritual power from the sword to calm the chaotic qi and blood.

Seeing that the other party's complexion was gradually ruddy, Liu Naiwen hated it so much that he was so anxious that he came up with a strange move, and suddenly let go when the knife was turned upward, and slapped an old fist to his chest.

Feng Zhiping didn't expect him to be so bold, and subconsciously wanted to collect his sword to help, but he hesitated again in the lightning, and the afterglow swept his eyes and gritted his teeth fiercely.

Bet!

With a slight change in strength, he raised the knife behind him with a sword, and received a hard punch in Liu Naiwen's stunned gaze.

Guessing his thoughts, Liu Naiwen's eyes were cold and he was waiting to be strengthened, but Feng Zhiping had already vomited blood and flew back with strength, and grabbed the knife in his hand with a backflip.

"It's so heavy!"

Almost didn't hold it steady and fell to the ground, Feng Zhiping was stunned, and his internal force swept away and suddenly realized, no wonder this knife is so heavy, it turns out that the whole body is cast of dark iron.

"Dare to take my knife and look for death!"

Liu Naiwen was mad and forced over.

Losing a knife is a big thing, losing people is even bigger, so many people are watching it, and Hu Lao is here, if it spreads to Xiaocangshan, won't it delay his future?

"Give me back the knife!!"

roared and punched, ushering in the blade of the love knife, Liu Naiwen took a closer look and was actually happy, and changed his fist to grasp the blade accurately.

"You still want my knife, and you deserve it!"

Feng Zhiping was helpless, and when he saw a kick coming from the lower road, he could only let go and retreat.

That knife is a good knife of human grade, it's not that he doesn't want to stay, it's just that it's really too heavy, unless he throws the sword with both hands, he can only be dragged down, and he can't exert his power at all.

But he didn't suffer a loss, he had absorbed a lot of aura in the kung fu just now, especially the last one, he wanted to make the trick Yin Liu Naiwen that would take him out of strength, but unfortunately he didn't know if it was the wrong state or the knife didn't take advantage of it and didn't succeed, so he only grabbed back a large amount of aura.

According to his estimates, that bite can top up to 20% of the total.

After losing and recovering, Liu Naiwen breathed a sigh of relief, but when he used his internal force to prepare for the knife, his face suddenly changed.

"Doesn't seem right?"

didn't care about Feng Zhiping, he carried the knife and waved it a few times, and the weight of his hand was fine, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"What did you do?" Liu Naiwen asked angrily.

Feng Zhiping would tell him that he would ignore it, and the long sword shook and took the initiative to kill.

The ping pong sounded, and the situation changed back to stalemate, the more Liu Naiwen played, the more he felt that something was wrong, the knife looked fine, and it was easy to use, but every time he shot, he always felt that something was missing.

"Could it be?!"

Thinking of a possibility, his face changed drastically.

Everyone knows that the treasure blades are spiritual, and the stronger the spirituality, the greater the promotion of the warrior, and the easier it will be to recognize the master in the future, and once the blade of the master is taken by someone, the spiritual damage will be greatly damaged when it is taken back, or even abolished.

He is not a god hidden, and he loves knives and is not at the ground level, but it is difficult to guarantee that the man and the knife will not be a Zhong Qiwei, you must know that he is a genius who has been delayed, and it is not impossible to do inhuman things.

If this is the case, then it is very likely that the spirituality in the knife will be damaged if he loses the knife, otherwise he would not have had this kind of unreasonable feeling, thinking of this, his anger rose, and his eyes turned red when he looked at Feng Zhiping.

"I'll kill you!"

Ah, this thing has been discovered?

He obviously doesn't know how to identify, how did he find out?

I wondered in my heart, my hands were not slow, seeing Liu Naiwen's crazy slashing, Feng Zhiping was not shocked, and he walked with his sword.

It's the stupidest thing to have a hard time with a crazy person, he is confident that he won't suffer a big loss, but he doesn't want to get hurt more, he has to wait for the moment when the other party is discouraged.

During this period, Liu Naiwen kept chasing and slashing, and every time he shot with all his might, the missed knife swept away from the field, forcing many people to retreat in a hurry.

"This guy has a lot of internal strength!"

Feng Zhiping secretly praised, and his sudden eyes flashed and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"It's coming! It's time to chase me for a stick of incense in one breath, and I really think I'm beaten with iron!"

Another knife missed, Liu Naiwen urged the dantian to continue, and suddenly his body staggered a step, and the long-forgotten sense of emptiness came up irrepressibly.

"Be careful!"

I heard Zhang Quan's urgent exclamation in my ears, but it was too late, and a sword appeared in front of me, and the blade of the sword was pointed straight at my throat.

"You lost. Feng Zhi said flatly.

Liu Naiwen was so angry that he trembled all over his body and wanted to retreat and fight back, but the thick sense of exhaustion made him stumble and accidentally rub on the sword.

"Hey, what are you doing trying to kill me?"

Feng Zhiping was startled and quickly retracted his sword a little.

This is going to make people die on the sword with a neck, even if it is not his fault, the sinister old man Wu will definitely not let go of the opportunity, I don't know what tricks he will use to force him to commit it.

"I'm not convinced!" Liu Naiwen clenched his teeth, "I want to compete again, do you dare?"

"Of course I dare, but why are you not convinced? A three-year-old child who has just learned martial arts knows that an imbalance in mentality is a taboo in martial arts, and you go crazy because of some cranky thoughts, and you don't care about anything, and you dare to say that you are a master?

A mouthful of bloody phlegm spit in front of him, as if he was spitting on his face, Liu Naiwen's body shook and his face flushed, and he hurriedly stabilized it with a knife.

"One more fight!" staring at Feng Zhiping, he gritted his teeth and said, "One more fight, I'm willing to double the bet!"

"Bet on your sword, and his sword?" Feng Zhiping pouted at the sidelines, and Zhang Quan's donkey face suddenly darkened.

"You!" Liu Naiwen really wanted to agree, but there was only one thing that the other party asked for, and he could call the shots.

"Okay, let's go back to recuperate first, and come to me when we discuss it, I'll be waiting for you at any time." ”

Returning the sword into the sheath, Feng Zhiping turned around and was about to greet Hu Lao, but after thinking about it, he turned around.

"Uncle, seeing that you are so miserable, let me remind you, your cultivation is higher than mine, but you will still lose in another game, do you know why?"

Without waiting for an answer, he said lightly: "Today you didn't lose to me, but to yourself, and I, there is always a way to provoke your anger." Trust me, the next time it will end exactly the same as today. ”

Liu Naiwen's body shook, spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the sky.

Before fainting, he couldn't help but think of the comment given to him by the elder who Xiao Cangshan wanted to apprentice the most - he had more than perseverance and a poor heart.

It turned out that he didn't look down on himself.

It turns out that heart and perseverance are not the same.