Feng Zhiping had a feeling for a while before he said so much, and after saying it at this time, he looked back and tasted it, and he himself had a new understanding.

Feng Mo Xiu is a master of the tangible period who can fight with the martial spirit, a famous martial arts wizard in the Tianyuan Kingdom, Feng Zhiping has been practicing martial arts with him since he was a child, and he has never seen him show the slightest disregard for foreign skills, on the contrary, he still attaches great importance to it, and is still studying the sword skills of various factions and improving the family sword lineage.

In the past, Feng Zhiping thought that his father was taking care of his emotions, so he paid so much attention, but now that he thinks about it, it doesn't seem to be.

There are thousands of martial arts in the world, there are many sects, and almost all martial artists think that cultivation is supreme and far superior to others, but is this really the case?

Those high-flying forms and martial spirits, do they really think so?

With a wave of their hand, they can exert the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, and it seems that they can reduce ten times with one force, but when they make a move, they really just use the weapon as a guide to invoke the power of heaven and earth, and they don't need any skills in the middle?

It didn't feel like it, but he couldn't prove it, he had to stand at that height before he was qualified to start thinking about these issues.

"Philistines disturb themselves. ”

laughed at himself in a low voice, turned back to his senses and saw that Du Yunya's teeth were about to be crushed, smiled slightly, and lifted the mallet.

"Can I teach you not to look at your identity, but to see your ability, your identity as a disciple of the outer sect can't withstand your shallowness, today I will teach you, what is called a master as a teacher!"

The arrow step approached, the mallet swung quickly, Du Yunshan didn't flash and waved his sword to meet it, but all he could see was an afterimage.

Strike.

There was a muffled sound on the left arm, and there was still a little itching, and a slight blow to the internal force to protect the body could not cause much damage, but Du Yun still felt hot, and his left arm and face were even more uncomfortable than the skin and flesh.

Calm down, calm down!

All he has is a stick, and I'm a real guy in my hand, there's no way he's going to win, and I can't get hit by him again!

Thinking like this in his heart, he chased the soul in seven steps in his hand and came out again, and after two moves, he was poked in the chest again, and he was ashamed, but he finally had to face up to Fang Cai's words.

The transformation of virtual and real, clever changes, can not stick to the rules?

Feeling that he realized something, his swordsmanship was not changed, but the move changed the number of paths, the sword that should have been stabbed turned upward, and the step on the left was changed to the right.

"Stupid!"

Feng Zhiping sneered, and the stick slammed into the gap without hesitation.

This idiot really thinks he is a genius, and he even crammed his feet temporarily, thinking that changing the order of his moves by a few inches of the sword path would be considered a coincidental change?

It can still be done by acting so rudely, the young master has been practicing hard day and night, and he has become a sword god in eight lifetimes!

first injured Zhao Kang, and then blasphemed his only glory, Feng Zhiping completely let go of his hands and feet, and chased and hit with a stick again and again, no matter how Du Yun changed his moves, he couldn't prevent it, and the more he changed his moves, the faster the frequency of hitting the stick.

"Impossible, impossible! I'm an outer disciple, you're just a handyman, you... Ahh

A stick was pumped on the face, and the face was no thicker than the flesh of the arm, and it really hurt.

Du Yun covered his face and retreated, seeing Feng Zhiping chasing after him with a cold face, he was too timid to care about his face anymore, and shouted: "Don't come to help me yet!!"

The woman who came with her immediately stepped forward and slapped her palm as a lotus, and Lan Ling killed it halfway, and the same palm was imprinted in one place.

The man hesitated, slowed down half a step, and by the time he intervened, the two women had already hit each other.

"Lan Ling, you dare to turn your elbow out!!" The woman shouted, and the senior sister stopped calling.

Forcing the woman back with a punch, Lan Ling sneered: "You provoked first, Du Yun relied on himself as a disciple of the outer sect to bully the servants, but he couldn't beat others, so he didn't feel ashamed, and even asked you to come forward to help." Three to one, Hou Ruolan, you really give the long face of the Broken Army Pavilion!"

Hou Ruolan was stunned, and after returning the leg, she said loudly: "That's the afterword, as a disciple of the Broken Army Pavilion, you should join us in the enemy and humiliation now!"

"External insults?" Lan Ling laughed, "It's the same under the Cangmen, where is the foreign enemy from? It's the same door that is assessed and entered, just because of the bone age is a little older, he was demoted to a miscellaneous servant, Hou Ruolan, you touch your conscience and ask yourself, in addition to age, which point are you comparable to Zhao Kang!"

Without waiting for a reply, he looked at the man who had just arrived: "And you, Sun Yi, who attacked you in the test of Longya Ridge? Who helped you get justice?

Sun Yi was stunned and put down the sword in his hand, and Hou Ruolan was suddenly angry.

"Sun Yi, don't forget who you are in the same door with! Who helped you sort out your internal breath when your practice went wrong, and who gave you the Peony Dew Heart Nourishing Pill to recuperate from your injuries? Senior Brother Du treats you well, then Zhao Kang only gave a little favor, maybe it is still a game he deliberately set up, you ask yourself, which side should you stand on!"

Sun Yi gritted his teeth, looked at both sides, and finally raised his sword.

"Lan Ling, get out of the way, I said you don't interfere, I'll solve this matter!"

After Zhao Kang finished talking about Lan Ling, he motioned to Lao Dong and the three of them with his eyes not to move, and Lao Dong was in a hurry.

"Little white face, what do you mean? Our brothers in Qiaodong have always advanced and retreated together, and you don't want to carry this matter yourself!"

"Resist a fart, stand there for me!"

Feng Zhiping shouted, and with a stick, Du Yun flew out, and fell in front of Hou Ruolan with a cloak.

"Senior brother!"

Hou Ruolan was shocked and hurriedly went to help, but as soon as she bent down, she saw something flying in the afterglow, and her pretty face was cold and slapped with a palm, and suddenly the sawdust was all over the sky, it was the laundry mallet.

"Cheap servant, you dare to hurt my senior brother, you're done, I'm going to sue you in the Law Sect Hall!"

Feng Zhiping snatched Du Yun's sword and was playing with it, when he heard this, he raised his head and scratched his face: "If you can't beat me, you have to sue me, auntie, you are from Xiping County, right?"

Xiping County is located in the northwest of the Tianyuan Continent, the south side is located the famous Black Bone Cliff, and the north side is at the junction with Linjun is the notorious Blood Knife Gate.

But Hou Ruolan doesn't care about these.

"Auntie, what kind of are you talking about, tell me again!"

Feng Zhiping was too lazy to take care of it, turned his head and asked Lan Ling: "You people who break the military pavilion are all like this, and the quality of the outer disciples of Cangshan is not very good, or maybe you should leave the broken army pavilion and come to our Qiaodong to do miscellaneous work together, right?"

"You dare to insult me to break the military pavilion?!"

Hou Ruolan jumped like thunder, snatched Sun Yi's sword and killed him.

Looking at her breath, Feng Zhiping wondered, this girl's cultivation is obviously higher than Du Yun, and she is not much different from Sun Baocai, how can she become a junior sister?

Could it be that the rules of the Broken Military Pavilion are different, not according to the cultivation of the elder and the youngest?

muttered in his heart, his hand is not slow, Du Yun's sword is only a human-level medium-grade, there is nothing to feel sorry for, Feng Zhiping urged the internal force to pour into it, and the bright sword body suddenly darkened, but Jian Gang skyrocketed by three points.

"It turns out that the sword of the golden spirit looks like this!"

In emotion, a sword was slashed out, and Jian Gang left the sword body and came to Hou Ruolan in an instant.

Splitting the sword gang, Hou Ruolan was about to fight back, and there was a wisp of wind in the scattered sword gang that almost dissipated across her arm, and her sleeves fluttered in the wind and turned into pieces, and the sharp pain followed.

"Ahh

One stumbled and almost fell, Hou Ruolan squatted down with her arms crossed, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from screaming a second time.

"You actually used a trick! This, what kind of secret weapon is this, so vicious?!"

She questioned sharply, and the initiator was stupid.

When the sword shot just now, I realized that the situation was wrong, and at the moment of the shot, the internal force surged out like a broken embankment, and the speed increased by three times!

Just when he was worried about whether he would lose his strength again, the internal force suddenly began to surge, and the sword gang was also entangled with a trace of golden power and flew out, at this time the sword was already wasted, the sea of qi was full as expected, and a new cluster of Yuan Force "fluff" grew, but he did not collapse, but was a little tired.

What a waste!

Feng Zhiping wanted to cry, a fairly good medium-grade sword was wasted like this, but he only let the sword pull out half of the silk head.

More than the pain in the flesh, he wanted to know what was going on with Fang Cai's sword, he had clearly stimulated the trace of golden spirit in the sword but did not lose his strength, could it be that his own trick could be controlled?

But you obviously didn't use all your strength?

He was thinking, Hou Ruolan was suffering, her arm was like piercing thousands of cow hair needles back and forth, she didn't dare to move her fingers slightly, and the most terrifying thing was that the needle prick was still slowly spreading upward.

"Poison?"

Hou Ruolan's pupils constricted, and she scolded sharply: "You dare to poison?!"

When Sun Yi heard this, he hurriedly took out the antidote pill and fed it over, but he changed four medicines in a row to no avail, so he could only look at Feng Zhiping.

"Bring the antidote!"

Feng Zhiping was still pondering and didn't speak, Sun Yi snorted coldly, took back his sword and stood up, shaking his fingers.

"There are rules and regulations for the door, unless you get permission and there is a special person to supervise the scene, otherwise the door people will fight to prohibit the use of drugs! Now give me the antidote and there is room for redemption, if you make trouble in the Law Sect Hall, no one will be able to protect you!"

Feng Zhiping came back to his senses at this time, and raised his head in wonder: "Poison?

"You..."

"Senior Brother Sun, quick, take me to Kang..."

Before she finished speaking, Hou Ruolan fainted, her exposed arm was covered with red spots, which made the roots of her teeth itch at a glance, and it really looked like poisoning.

Sun Yi didn't dare to delay, so he had no choice but to stop, put his senior sister on his back, grabbed Du Yun, who was still in a daze, and glanced at Feng Zhiping hatefully.

"Wait, it's not over!"

With that, he quickly left with the two of them.

As soon as they left, Zhao Kang and the others immediately surrounded them, and Ma Liu said in a complicated manner: "Little brother, this time the trouble is big!"

Old Dong Xu Hao echoed one after another, and Zhao Kang blocked the three of them aside: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and go to Brother Dong, only he can solve this matter!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Dong!" Lao Dong clapped his hands and said loudly, "Don't panic, everyone, let's take care of this matter, and we are not afraid to go to the Law Sect Hall! As long as Brother Dong asks the people of the Law Sect Hall not to be too partial, the result should not be too serious." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Zhao Kang, and said hatefully: "It's all because of your little white face, you mess with flowers and grass all day long, and cause trouble, right?" And you, brother, brother, it's not me who said you, the door rules are all for you, why don't you look at it, how dare you poison it!"

"I didn't!"

Feng Zhiping defended, but no one believed it, he simply didn't defend it.

"Just take it, anyway, I did it alone, they will sue if they want, and if they have a kind, they will kick me out, I just happened to go to the Yew Sword Pavilion!"

"Hey you kid, when do you still have the heart to laugh!"

Ma Liu was angry, a fragrant wind approached, Lan Ling said with a guilty face: "This matter started because of me, it has nothing to do with you, if they sue the Law Sect Hall, all the blame will be borne by me, and I will never let Brother Jingwen and you be embarrassed!"

"Brother Jingwen?"

Everyone was stunned, and they all turned their heads to look at Zhao Kang.

"As I said, my surname is Zhao Mingkang, and my name is respectful. Don't guess about her, I don't have the kind of relationship with her that you think, she is my junior sister before I entered Cangshan, and our two ancestors have a little friendship, and they are barely world friends. ”

Zhao Kang didn't have the heart to put on a score, but the stinky fart attitude had been carved into his bones, and several people pouted in unison.

The former junior sister, the estranged little sister of the world, is just this kind of relationship that people can wash your clothes?

What about liars!