Hearing that there was going to be another competition, Meng Li's eyes lit up, what he needed most now was the experience of fighting with people, and it was naturally better if someone sent it to the door.

Two young men of similar height stood facing each other, Meng Li raised the wooden knife and put on a posture that could fight at any time, breathing quickly but not chaotically.

Li Qifeng glanced at Meng Li, his eyes changed again and again, and after hesitating, he finally sent back the long sword that was about to be pulled out of its sheath.

"I'll give you half an hour to rest. When you recover, I'll compete with you again. ”

After coming out of the house, Meng Li had been practicing knife skills for half an hour, swinging the knife at least three thousand times, although the person was tired, but the knife intent that seemed to be separated by a layer of paper still existed, Meng Li didn't want to waste this hard-earned feeling, shook his head, and gently spit out two words.

"Not necessarily!"

His knife was still straight, and the tip of the knife, which was as sharp as steel, pointed at the tip of Li Qifeng's nose, and he didn't shake it.

"Arrogance!" Li Qifeng shouted, but Meng Li had already closed his eyes, which made him almost vomit blood.

Shame, it's a shame!

Meng Li's "ignorance" made Li Qifeng inexplicably sad and indignant, and he didn't care if he was taking advantage of people's danger, so he pulled out his long sword with a "poof" and slashed at Meng Li on the spot.

This sword came out of his heart, although there was no change in moves, but it was fast and urgent, but Meng Li, who had his eyes closed, seemed to have seen it with his own eyes, and when the sword came out, he had already retreated.

Meng Li didn't retreat much, only a few steps, but this step made Li Qifeng's fast and urgent sword miss.

"Good boy, it looks like I'm on your path again!"

Li Qifeng, who missed a sword, suddenly remembered a scene that happened in the ring during the day, this guy is not very good, and his methods are a little treacherous.

With a guard in his heart, the movements of his hands inevitably had to slow down. Li Qifeng's long sword was retracted, and he took a step back, and the next moment his body changed, and he actually changed back and forward.

Another sword was handed forward, this sword was powerful enough, and it was the white sword that he relied on.

Li Qifeng, who displayed the white sword and the shining sun, couldn't help but feel a little proud in his heart, wouldn't it be the best way to deal with the situation at this time?

One force will drop ten times, no matter how many tricks you have, there will be nothing to do, which is also the essence of the white sword shining sun.

The big opening and closing, the momentum is fierce, the white sword dazzling sun emphasizes the explosive power of the true qi pouring into the rivers and waterfalls, the more true qi that erupts in an instant, the stronger the sword move.

However, Li Qifeng forgot one thing, he could only exert half of his true qi at this time, and the power of his sword moves was inevitably much worse than before. In fact, Yan Xingguan restricts Li Qifeng from exerting his true qi, and it is precisely for this purpose that the martial artist has made a move, and the victory or defeat often depends on extremely subtle errors.

If there is no power of second-grade swordsmanship, can the white sword and the sun still be called the white sword sun?

There is no need to answer this question, because whether or not the power of the White Sword Shining Sun can be brought into play, it will not have much impact on the outcome.

At this time, Meng Li had already entered a transcendent realm. The knife is a man, a man is a knife, the cold wooden knife in his hand seems to merge with his body, although he closes his eyes, but through the knife in his hand, he can feel everything around him.

When Li Qifeng slashed with a sword, Meng Li seemed to "see" that sword, not only that, but even the trajectory of that sword was exactly what he scored.

After one sword, another sword. For the second sword, Meng Li's feeling was completely different from before, and just as the opponent's second sword shot, he knew that the moment for his counterattack had finally arrived.

The knife in his hand was handed out almost immediately. Without any consideration, a knife purely instinctive.

As the originator of this knife, Meng Li didn't even know how he swung this knife, as if it was not him who was controlling the sword, but the knife was controlling him.

Horizontal and vertical, the shot is just the simplest knife, but under the surging knife intent, this knife contains the power to turn decay into magic, the blade touches the blade, and the plain knife technique has become tricky, and many indescribable changes have been added invisibly.

Touching the shock point, Meng Li never thought that the basic sword technique, which was not even considered to be ordinary and not in the stream, could also exert great power. The moment the two touched, those indescribable changes had come into being under the influence of the sword intent, and naturally broke the white sword Bright Sun cleanly.

The knife rises and falls, and the knife is out and the knife is closed, which is the same as the previous knife practice. Meng Li opened his eyes, didn't even look at Li Qifeng, who was already depressed, and continued to use the knife to carry out the training that had not yet been completed today. Breaking the enemy with one knife undoubtedly made Meng Li's confidence stronger, and at the same time strengthened his belief in hard cultivation, there is no wasted hard work in this world, even if it is the most ordinary knife technique, practicing to the ultimate realm, it also has the miraculous effect of returning to the basics.

Yan Xingguan, who was sitting in the stone pavilion and watching the battle while eating wine and food, had a satisfied smile on his face. Yes, that's what his apprentice should be!

Yan Xingguan has heard a sentence and thinks it is very right, this sentence is called "people have self-knowledge", as a martial artist, you must not only have self-knowledge, but also know what to do when and when. If you want to stand out among these people, you can only rely on the word "diligence."

However, what really made Yan Xingguan feel gratified was not Meng Li's hard work, but his ability to comprehend the sword technique far beyond ordinary people. It is difficult for ordinary people to achieve success in practicing knives for several years, and the true meaning of the knife technique that can be glimpsed on this basis is like a chasm. And there are only a handful of people like Meng Li who have an excellent sense of knife.

Throughout the ages, although there are not as many warriors who practice swords as there are those who practice swords, there are countless of them, and there are almost no one in a thousand who can comprehend the intent of the sword. Meng Li's knife, although there are some tricks, but it has indeed touched the door of the true meaning of the knife, as long as you practice hard, the future achievements are limitless.

How strong can a swordsman who has comprehended the intent of the sword be? Take Yan Xingguan himself as an example, now he is in the realm of Dacheng with clear sword intent, and the people in the rivers and lakes who can easily take his knife can be counted. So much so that although he has a lot of subtle sword techniques, he almost never uses them.

Li Boyun, who was holding a wooden box and standing next to watch the battle, saw that after his son lost the competition, his disappointed expression flashed on his face. He walked into the courtyard and pulled the overwhelmed Li Qifeng in front of Yan Xingguan, who had already begun to eat a lot, and said ashamedly: "Let the seniors laugh." ”

Yan Xingguan waved his hand, wanting to speak, but a mouthful full of food made him unable to open his mouth, drank a glass of wine, sent the food in his mouth down, and said: "Children, young and vigorous, understandable." ”

Li Qifeng, who has been regarded as talented since he was a child, is also very arrogant, and after recovering his spirit, he stiffened his neck and said: "If you lose, you lose, my skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to be ashamed of." ”

"Then do you know, where are you losing?" Li Qifeng's stubbornness made Yan Xingguan a little crying and laughing, children are children, it's good to be beaten and cry without looking for parents, as for this strength of not admitting defeat, there are pros and cons.

Li Qifeng frowned, thinking about it as much as he could, but still had no clue.

Where did he lose?

In his opinion, he lost simply inexplicably. Meng Li's sword was too bland in his opinion, but for some reason, it was this seemingly bland knife that broke his swordsmanship cleanly, although his true qi was not used to the fullest, and the power of the white sword was not as powerful as before, but how could it be inferior to a flat sword competing with the same true qi?

"It must be that I played abnormally!" Li Qifeng held back for a long time, blushing and spitting out such a sentence.

Yan Xingguan laughed and said, "Boy, although you have a good talent, you can't be proud. It is important to know that there is no shortcut to martial arts, and it is based on being down-to-earth. Remember my words, even if you don't worship me as a teacher, as long as you are willing to calm down and concentrate on martial arts, you will get ahead sooner or later. ”

Li Qifeng clenched his hands into fists, although he did not respond, but he obviously listened. Cultivating martial arts depends on diligence, which he had already warned him on the first day of martial arts training, and the master who built the foundation for him had already warned him, and he had originally recorded it in his heart, but he didn't know when it started, and he had forgotten it.

There is no shortcut to martial arts, and if even this senior says this, then there must be nothing wrong. His congenital conditions are good, and his family is willing to spend a lot of money on training, which is many times stronger than those who want to learn martial arts but have no way, so if he doesn't work hard, who can he be worthy of?

Li Qifeng, who was enlightened, clasped his hands into fists, made a big salute respectfully, and said gratefully: "The seniors are instructed today, and the younger generations are empowered, and from now on, the younger generations will be painstaking in martial arts and live up to the painstaking efforts of the predecessors today." ”

Yan Xingguan waved his hand and said: "My guidance is just empty words that everyone will say, it is nothing, what you really can't live up to should be the one behind you." ”

Li Qifeng turned his head and saw his father's face that had seen the vicissitudes of life, his eyes suddenly turned red, he nodded heavily, his lips were clenched, and he couldn't say a word.

Li Boyun, who has always been looking forward to his son Jackie Chan, has never been so happy as he is now, patted his youngest son's thin shoulder, and said with great relief: "Waiting for your father to glorify your ancestors in the future!"

Yan Xing looked at the father and son in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the picture of getting along with his father when he was a child.

Sure enough, there are no ordinary sons in this world, but there are many ordinary fathers.

Li Qifeng left, practiced martial arts, but Li Boyun stood in the stone pavilion but showed no signs of leaving.

Yan Xingguan, who was going to clean all the wine and food on the table, raised his head and said after noticing Li Boyun's increasingly burning gaze, "What else do you have to do?"

Li Boyun put the wooden box on the table and said: "Li has been in the shopping mall for more than 20 years, and he has not learned any other skills, but he has learned a lot of skills, and he has learned a lot of the ability to observe words and colors. ”

"The heirloom sword?" Curiosity drove Yan Xing to open the wooden box, but after seeing the "sword" in the wooden box, he laughed.

The home of the merchant is indeed the house of the merchant, this vision makes him cry and laugh!

The sword is a golden sword, a golden sword made of pure gold, even if the sword is covered with a jet-black scabbard, it can't stop the brilliance on the sword!

"Good sword! It is indeed a good sword!" Yan Xingguan picked up the sword made of pure gold in the box, and under the light, this golden sword was simply dazzling.

Yan Xingguan seriously doubted that this golden sword, which was more practical to look at, would really be willing to be used to kill people, but the scabbard that was black and not iron-like was more valuable.