If you can't guess, don't guess, a set of "crazy magic sticks" are unfolded, and the stick shadow is like a curtain, splashing water is difficult to enter.

The tricky sword path tried several times, but to no avail, Gou Anxin hurriedly withdrew a few steps and swiped the sword on the body of the sword, and slashed the sword one by one in the air.

The sharp Jiangang hit the shadow of the stick and made a violent wind, rolling up the choking dust, Feng Zhiping held his breath and showed doubts, it was useless to make trouble with hand-to-hand combat, what did a Jiangang do.

If you want to fight for luck, can you lose your eyes to see if the dust can be lost?

Gou Anxin blushed secretly, of course he was not gambling on luck, but wanted to try to invoke innate power.

However, the spiritual sense was just beginning, thin and unstable, although the Tuxing Spirit Sword in his hand had a slight resonance, but when he made a move, he dropped the chain, and Jian Gang was still the Jian Gang of the acquired realm.

Seeing Feng Zhiping's suspicious face, he secretly gritted his teeth and decided to try again.

Holding his breath and concentrating, he urged his spiritual sense to converge on the sword finger in his left hand, and kept his mind as calm as possible, and then slashed out with a sword.

The sword was cold, the wind was still strong, and the unsettled dust was a little thicker, but the power of the earth was still nowhere to be seen.

Two times in a row, Feng Zhiping guessed some thoughts, and he couldn't help but be a little funny while being alert.

It seems that it is not only himself who is embarrassed by the innate power, but Gou Anxin, a "genius" who has cultivated spiritual consciousness through the Eight Classics, is also a virtue, and he can't do what he wants for a while.

Since this is the case, then let the young master "point and point" you!

Feng Zhiping's eyes froze, and the Yuan Li silk thread was poured into the long stick, and to this day, the Yuan Li that has almost replaced the internal breath is like a pillar like a silk, and it is easy to run the long stick to entangle a bit of spirituality.

The long stick is only a human-level medium-grade, the aura is quite strong but there is no clear five-element directionality, and it is stimulated and squeezed by the domineering yuan force, and suddenly blooms with a peaceful soft light, which is not dazzling, but exudes a palpitating atmosphere.

"This is...?!"

Many people exclaimed, and it stopped abruptly, because Feng Zhiping had already made a move.

The shadow of the stick flickered, and he strode forward, and the long stick was directly deflected behind him, making a very small arc of the blow straight to the armpit.

Gou Anxin blocked the air, did not collect the sword and did not dodge, and continued to block directly on the side of the sword, with a crisp sound The head of the stick flew away, and he took a few steps back, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"It's really an innate power!"

Gou An's new face sank like water.

After all, rumors are rumors, and what I saw with my own eyes today made me believe that Feng Zhiping could really control the innate power.

Feng Zhiping played a stick and retreated, the long stick was broken and scrapped, and the aura inside was also squeezed out, and now it has been completely reduced to rotten wood.

"Destroying" the blade has become a habit, and there is nothing distressing, so he directly threw the stick away, and picked up a spear on his toes.

One inch long and one inch strong, the young master didn't know your two pounds, and he definitely didn't get close to you!

It's a pity that there is no strong bow, otherwise you can retreat farther.

Feng Zhiping secretly screamed that it was a pity, his hand was not slow, and the tip of the gun shook so much that he was blatantly killed.

Gou Anxin was angry, thinking of so many pairs of eyes to look at it was even more angry, and in the anger, the sword finger was wiped on the sword, and the sword was slashed without looking at it, and he didn't have any hope, but the clinker this time the sword gang changed its appearance, and the luster was slightly dim, giving people a sense of breathless depression.

"It's done!"

Gou Anxin was overjoyed, Feng Zhiping was shocked, and once again lamented the crooked principle of human nature.

Without saying a word, Yuan Li urged violently, and the gunfire bloomed with a dazzling smooth stab, and at the moment of contact, there seemed to be a muffled sound, and his hand sank fiercely, and the light spear instantly weighed a thousand pounds.

Not only that, the brilliance of the spear diluted the brilliance of Jian Gang, but the spear began to crack rapidly from the head of the spear.

It was not cut and discounted, but it was crushed by the weight from all directions, and the hardest metal gun head seemed to be slowly deformed and shattered into iron filings, followed by the gun shaft, Feng Zhiping hurriedly let go.

His reaction was not unpleasant, but he was still invaded by a little earth-moving spiritual power, his hands seemed to be squeezed dry, dry and astringent, and they were heavy as if they were holding a hundred and ten catties of scales.

Fortunately, he is not a vegetarian, to be precise, the sword species and its "hair" are not vegetarians, and the strange feeling spreads to the wrist-style Yuan Li surging a few breaths, as if a long drought is pouring down, and the strange feeling of a few breaths of kung fu is cleansed.

Good sword!

Feng Zhiping's eyes were scorching, staring at Gou Anxin's sword and almost drooling.

Today, he is no longer Wuxia Amon, after absorbing many treasure blades, his "sense of taste" is quite keen, and the quality of a blade does not need to be reached out to try, and it can be estimated with a touch.

In his experience, that sword was not as good as Xiaoluo, and it was not far behind.

Quasi-ground level!

Feng Zhiping secretly hated.

This sword is definitely not Gou Anxin, he doesn't have such good shit luck, and this level of sword is not something that can be picked up by Chinese cabbage, it must have been given to him by Lu Zongtang, Hongwutang or some other old guy.

In order to deal with themselves, these old guys are really well-intentioned!

Feng Zhiping gritted his teeth secretly, and couldn't help but feel a little proud, it was definitely something to be proud of to be able to make that group of old things so wary.

The proud prince was in great spirits, and when Gou Anxin came, he picked up a long knife and met it head-on, and after a chaotic sound, the knife was broken in half, not discouraged or distressed, and picked up a blade to continue to fight hard.

Gou Anxin's spiritual power was extremely threatening at that time, but as long as he was not hit head-on, the point that escaped close to the blade was not a big problem. Hanlian literature

After figuring out the other party's path, Feng Zhiping gradually let go of his hands and feet, from passive hard fighting to active attack, and the blades were scrapped one after another, without feeling distressed at all, but his eyes lit up and he saw happiness.

He's really happy, and he's been looking for a fight like that for a long time.

In the past, for the sake of profit and efficiency, he pushed away all the battle books of first-class masters, and the rest of the cats and dogs were careful everywhere when fighting, for fear that one would accidentally kill someone.

Cultivation is advancing suddenly, but there is a fire in the heart but the more suffocated and more prosperous, now once released, there is no recovery, what to save "food", what to earn, all put aside, first fight and then say!

He was happy, but others were not happy, seeing that the best treasure blades were destroyed, and some of them were so miserable that they couldn't even see their true appearance, and the visitors all shouted in distress with their eyes on fire, and they couldn't wait to go up to stop the "loser" from slapping him a few times, so that he knew how many people were still eating "chaff" in the world.

Gou Anxin was not happy, not because he felt sorry for his opponent, but because he felt that he couldn't hang it on his face.

No matter how high Feng Zhiping's strength is, he is only an acquired martial artist in the Yuan period, but he has entered the door of the spiritual consciousness period with half a foot, and he is a real quasi-congenital, how many people guessed before the war that he would win in a few moves, and he did not refute it if he exaggerated or not, but he was still evenly divided by the other party's real fight, and he was really ashamed.

If he is not happy, he is not happy, but he is not impatient.

Feng Zhiping is borrowing him to cultivate, why is he not borrowing the other party to practice?

The spiritual sense has just begun, the innate power is still elusive, and the stuffy self-research has very little progress, and now he is very happy to have such a good sparring partner.

The gap in cultivation gave him enough confidence, and he believed that the result of consumption would only be the first decline of the other party's strength, so he deliberately controlled the rhythm of the shot, deployed the remaining strength, and the rest of his energy was all on the innate power, and he was engrossed in the subtle connection between the spiritual sense and the sword.

Time passed little by little, the spectators were sweating profusely, their legs were sore, many people gradually felt impatient, and more people were secretly shocked by the strength of the two.

The high-frequency fight lasted for nearly an hour, and the respite during the period added up to less than half a cup of tea, almost non-stop, and the hands and hearts were always tense.

Looking at the sun, many people secretly speculate that these two perverts who have not shown signs of strength decline so far will continue to fight until late at night, and even have exaggerated scenes in a play, and they will not sleep for a few days and nights?

Looking at the rostrum, the elders were very calm, as if they felt that this situation was normal.

Could it be that those legends are not exaggerated, the duel between the masters of the Innate Realm can really last for a few days and nights, and even like those ancient legends, two top martial spirits fight against the sea of clouds, and a fight is three or five years?

But these two are not congenital!

The acquired realm can be strong like this, and he is also the acquired realm, how can he have the face to live?

The mood of frustration is quietly spreading, but the emotions of unwillingness and yearning are also revealed on the faces of many people.

Some people are born pessimistic, some people are naturally optimistic, some people are weak, and some people are unwilling to be left behind.

All kinds of emotions are bright or dark, all the disciples form a picture of all beings, Hu Lao and the others look at each other coldly, each has their own thoughts, occasionally exchange eyes and silently exchange opinions, and quietly divide them into three, six, nine and so on.

"This kind of event should be held on time. Kang Youdao whispered to Xu Yunyi, his eyes quietly looking at a disciple who was usually quite important, "This scene is so out of shape, it's really surprising to me." ”

Xu Yunyi grinned silently and whispered: "You can't blame them all, these two children are indeed not ordinary, if we are their age, I am afraid that we will also be hit." ”

Kang Youdao squinted his eyes and snorted lightly: "You will, I won't." ”

Xu Yunyi smiled and said with some embarrassment: "Neither of us, the current children... Alas, it was our fault that we were indeed spoiled. ”

When Elder Hu heard the words of the two, he snorted and said, "It's not habitual, it's teaching, there is something wrong with your guidance, Elder Zhao has already made it very clear." ”

The two of them looked tense and bowed their heads stupidly.

They were not there on the day of Zhao Bei'an's visit, but they understood the whole process clearly afterwards.

The two have long felt the same way about Zhao Beian's dissatisfaction, but they have never been able to figure out where the root cause is.

If there was a problem with the system, then why was it okay in the first place?

If it weren't for the system, why would it be the way it is now?

The same system, but the people who implement it are different, and now something is wrong, is it really their own fault?

But what they did was no different from what their predecessors did, why did they do it right, but they did it wrong?

Guidance, atmosphere, Shangfeng said it is easy, but he can't come up with a specific charter, both of them are pragmatic people, such a general guidance really can't understand the specifics, can only slowly explore.

It was Kang Youdao who had Fang Cai's emotion, but Hu Lao was still dissatisfied, the two looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.

"It's better to arrange a duel of this level on time, it is difficult to force all the strength of ordinary sparring after all, or talk to Shangfeng and hold a big competition for the whole sect in advance, so as to boost their morale, so that we can have more opportunities to distinguish our true nature. ”

Hearing Kang Youdao's words, Hu Lao pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

Although the whole sect competition can improve the morale of some people, but it is not a cure for the symptoms, and the main and deputy cabinet masters represented by Kang Youdao have all made a mistake, the result of any competition is not the most important, the most important thing is the process.

Martial arts practice is not a race, there is a finish line for you to cross, there is no end to martial arts, even if it is a martial soul, every martial artist is in the process of exploration and progress all his life.

The purpose of the competition is to learn, to gain more experience with different people, to push others and oneself to save the chaff, even if the final result is defeat, as long as there is something in the process, it is not in vain.

But these people regard the result as the only one, and measure a person's value by utilitarian standards, which is no problem in other professions, but in terms of martial arts, it is not accurate.

How many teenagers are arrogant and everyone, how many small transparent big tools are late and blockbuster, as the saying in the casino, winning first is paper and winning is money, only with a perseverance to keep moving forward, the end of life can stand higher.

It's a pity that they don't understand these truths, or they are confused, and it is inconvenient for Hu Lao to say them clearly.

Like the outer disciples on the field, they also need to reflect and understand the differences on their own, so that they can really take it seriously, and do not need to be preached by others.

When they are enlightened, it is also a great help to themselves.