Chapter 164

Three swords open the mountain Huang Zhantang.

The director of the East Lutai Academy.

He rarely accepted apprentices in his life, but his apprentices, without exception, all had great achievements.

Many royal relatives and nobles in Donglu wanted their children to worship under Huang Zhantang, but in the end, their mouths were worn out, and Huang Zhantang just laughed at it.

Today, he actually wants to take the initiative to accept a Yan Manzi as an apprentice.

Everyone looked at Zhuang Yisheng with envious and jealous eyes.

"Dean, is he a Yanren?" Fei Mo said.

"The sword does not distinguish between east, south, north, west. ”

Huang Zhantang stared at Zhuang Yisheng with blazing eyes, and he was amazed by the talent Zhuang Yisheng showed in his kendo.

"The ......"

Zhuang Yisheng paused, thinking to himself what is the use of me worshipping you as a teacher, for me, the best teacher is Zero.

"Sir, I like to be self-taught. ”

"Huh?"

Huang Zhantang frowned.

One by one, they looked at Zhuang Yisheng, wondering if this person was blinded by lard and couldn't tell the difference between southeast and northwest.

In front of a kendo master, you say you like to be self-taught.

Huang Zhantang suddenly smiled: "Your kendo talent is indeed good, but your age is only in the acquired realm until now." It's not bad, but it's definitely not good, and if you miss the best cultivation age, you will have a limited life in this life. ”

Mu Qiubai, Li Shouhong, Qian Zhilan, and Fei Mo's four disciples raised their heads at the same time, yes, they can't compete with Zhuang Yisheng now, but they are still young, and when they break through the innate and reach the spirit refining stage, Zhuang Yisheng may still be the day after tomorrow.

No matter how good his swordsmanship is, he is no match for the four.

Why should you care about winning or losing?

"Sir, I want to try. Zhuang Yisheng said.

Huang Zhantang nodded slightly: "Okay, it seems that you and I don't have a master-apprentice fate." ”

Zhuang Yisheng's heart moved, and he suddenly said: "Sir, I have something to ask for, can I enter the second and third floors of the library building?"

Huang Zhantang was about to leave, suddenly stopped, and said: "You are a Yan person, there are many precious cheats on the second and third floors, and people like you are theoretically not allowed to go upstairs." But since you're eager to learn, it's not impossible?"

"Is there any way?" Zhuang Yisheng's eyes lit up.

"Take my sword, if you can catch it, I will allow you to go upstairs, if you can't catch it, you will stay and worship me as a teacher. ”

Fei Mo and the others pouted, it seemed that the dean still didn't give up. I don't know what this Yan barbarian is capable of, and the dean rushed to take him as an apprentice.

If he doesn't want to, you can take me.

A sword?

How could Zhuang Yisheng catch it.

Zhuang Yisheng thought for a while and said, "I think you can try." ”

"Well, that's a bit boyish. ”

Huang Zhantang stretched out his hand, and a wooden sword on the ground flew back into his palm out of thin air, and he held the sword and said, "Please." ”

is not a master and apprentice, or a fellow believer, and must abide by the etiquette of the sword.

The people around him stepped back with a slam to make room for ten feet, their eyes wide open, not wanting to miss any details.

Zhuang Yisheng took ten steps back, holding the sword in his left hand and snapping his fingers in his right hand.

There was a snap.

Huang Zhantang stood there, with a wooden sword in his hand, but it gave people the feeling that the mountain was overpowering.

Zero began to calculate, the way he held the sword, his breath, the direction in which the sword was pointing.

He...... There are no flaws.

It's not that there are absolutely no flaws, it's just that with Zhuang Yisheng's current strength, he can't catch this flaw.

The realm is too far apart.

Huang Zhantang began to draw his sword.

It's not fast, it's slow. He didn't use his own realm, otherwise he wouldn't be able to catch even if ten Zhuang Yisheng were tied together.

This time it's not the realm, it's the swordsmanship.

A sword was handed out, and it was unremarkable.

As soon as he drew his sword, that feeling of invulnerability vanished, and the flaws inevitably appeared.

But it is still close to perfection, there are flaws, but they are fleeting, and it is too difficult to catch them.

Zhuang Yisheng clenched his sword.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Huang Zhantang's mediocre sword caused him so much pressure.

Zero was running at high speed, the nebula was surging, and his head hurt slightly, and there was a feeling of high-intensity calculations.

At this time, Zhuang Yisheng remembered the half-move swordsmanship he had mastered, the Sword of Quiet.

Silently, the sword of assassination that harvests life.

Backstab Sword plus half a move Quiet Sword.

Zhuang Yisheng also took out the sword, holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands, and the sword was slowly handed out, and the speed was also extremely slow.

Huang Zhantang's face changed, and the direction that Zhuang Yisheng's sword was pointing at was the flaw in his sword move.

With a twist of his sword, the flaw was gone.

The sword in Zhuang Yisheng's hand also changed its position, referring to the flaw that Huang Zhantang had just revealed.

Huang Zhantang frowned, he had to be cautious, and changed his sword move again.

Zhuang Yisheng's sword then transformed.

The onlookers all felt that the second monk was confused.

The two men stood there almost motionless, except for the sword in their hands, as if an old man was painting bread on the wall.

Huang Zhantang changed his sword moves seven times.

The sword in Zhuang Yisheng's hand also changed seven times.

Every time it refers to Huang Zhantang's flaws.

Tong!

Huang Zhantang suddenly threw down the sword, and the wooden sword was inserted into the wooden board, and someone noticed that at this time, a drop of sweat fell on Dean Huang's face.

Zhuang Yichang let out a sigh of relief, and found that the placket of his clothes had been wet with cold sweat.

It's too hard.

Through arithmetic analysis, Zero pointed out the flaws, and used the sword of backstabbing to cooperate with the sword of quietness, and the nerves of the whole body were tense, and there was no room for the slightest relaxation.

"You remind me of a man. Huang Zhantang said: "Do you know arithmetic?"

"Well, a little bit of understanding. Zhuang Yisheng thought to himself that his character in Nanyan was proficient in arithmetic.

And so it was. ”

"Dean Huang, can I enter the second and third floors of the library building? ”

Swish!

The eyes of the people around looked at Zhuang Yisheng, and then at Huang Zhantang.

What did Zhuang Yisheng mean by this, could it be that he caught Dean Huang's sword just now.

Doesn't it mean that Dean Huang lost.

Huang Zhantang's face turned red and coughed, "Of course you can." ”

Zhuang Yisheng was overjoyed.

"You'll only be able to stay up there for two hours, though. ”

"Ah, this ......"

Huang Zhantang smiled, and his heart was secretly refreshed: "I promised you to go upstairs, but I didn't say how long you stayed." You also know that you, an outsider, are allowed to go upstairs, which is already an exception. ”

Zhuang Yisheng secretly scolded the old fox in his heart, but two hours is two hours, it's better than nothing.

"Fei Mo, Qian Zhilan, you two take him there. Huang Zhantang took off a piece of jade pendant and said, "Take my jade plate, remember, there are only two hours." ”

With that, he left lightly.

And the other people in the sword room were still talking about the competition just now.

"Did you say he caught it?"

When the dean said so, he should have caught it. ”

"How did he do it?"

"I don't know, I don't understand. ”

"It's too hard, it's too hard. ”