Hearing this old man tout his enemy like this, Ji Wenming was even more curious about the relationship between the two, and couldn't help asking: "Senior, since he has an enmity with you, why do you still respect him so much?"

The old man was immediately annoyed again, and scolded: "Who said that I admired him? Knowing myself and knowing that the other is invincible, I want to understand his ability and prepare to defeat him! It is best to beat him up and knock out his teeth, and only then can I take revenge for blood and hatred!"

Ji Wenming looked at the old man's thin body and only the bones remained, and when the wind blows in the old people, they will shake with the wind, making a rattling sound, making people afraid that he will be blown off his waist by the wind, with such a figure, he still wants to defeat the Sword Saint, isn't this a fool's dream?

Ji Wenming couldn't help but shook his head and said: "It's good for seniors to dispel this idea, people say that heroes don't suffer immediate losses, with your current situation, you used to occupy other people's lovers for many years, and now you are imprisoned here without being humiliated and killed, it is already a big fate, what else to talk about revenge?"

I thought that the old man would be angry again, but who knows, the old man's body suddenly went limp, and he sighed and said: "Hey, the young man still dares to tell the truth! Yes, I have grown old like this, how can I beat him? So I can only be imprisoned by him until death! I didn't expect that I have been a hero all my life, and I will die alone and old in such a desolate place at the end of my life, and I can't even look down on my family......

The more the old man talked, the more pitiful he became, and Ji Wenming couldn't help but feel sympathy, but thinking about the old blind man's unique sword method and the fate of the Split Mountain Demon King, he couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that he didn't have the strength to help the old man, so he could only withdraw his hand and ignore it.

Who knew that this old man suddenly saw Ji Wenming, his eyes lit up, and he said: "Although I can't beat him, but you can! If you help me defeat him, I will take you as an apprentice!"

"You, take me as an apprentice?" Ji Wenming couldn't help the disdain in his heart, what kind of ability can an old man have? He also boasted that he wanted to take me as an apprentice, and suddenly remembered that he could rely on a well and a tulle coat to live here for many years, maybe he did have some ability.

Ji Wenming changed his posture, saluted and said, "I'm sorry, old-timer, I already have a master!"

The old man cocked his nose and said disdainfully: "What if you have a master, if you know my identity, maybe you will kneel down and kowtow, and rush to worship me as a teacher!

Ji Wenming kept silent with the mentality that he might as well listen to it, and the old man began to teach a kung fu called the Dafa of Separation.

Ji Wenming listened to him muttering for a long time, and what he actually said was how to decompose the body of the demon beast, where to cut it, where to cut it, where to bleed and so on.

The Great Separation Method of Wei'an Tall was originally a pig-killing knife method...... Ji Wenming was disappointed, but in the spirit of respecting the old and loving the young, he still wrote it down seriously.

Seeing that Ji Wenming was very respectful, the old man taught the pig killing knife method, and couldn't help but point, "You slaughter demon beasts according to this set of exercises, and you will slowly understand the skill of solving cows, this skill is not too useful, it is used to kill and kill people very sharply! There is a big demon's corpse over there, you go and try the knife technique!"

Ji Wenming couldn't refuse, so he had to take out the grease stealing axe and walk to the corpse of the Split Mountain Demon King.

The old man said, "Don't use an axe, it's better to use a sword!"

Ji Wenming was helpless, and changed a long sword from the bag, Ji Wenming once fought against Dongyi swordsmen, and collected a lot of loot, and ordinary swords have long been discarded by him, and those who can look at them are all good weapons, and there are first-class magic weapons,

At this time, he listened to the old man's teaching, took out a sharp azure long sword named Biyun, held it with one hand, and drew on the body of the Split Mountain Demon King.

He operated here, secretly recalled the pig killing method taught by the old man, and compared with the muscle texture under his hands, he actually felt that it was not bad, so he naturally operated it easily.

I only felt that the blade of the sword was light, and it actually pierced between the spines with a slight obstacle, and with a twist and a dig, a large piece of tenderloin came out of the body.

You know, just now Ji Wenming wasted a lot of effort in cutting the skin and digging up the meat, and at this moment, he just learned a method of killing pigs, and the corpse of the Split Mountain Demon King became fragile?

Ji Wenming was amazed in his heart, but his subordinates did not stop, according to the method taught by the old man, on the corpse of the Split Mountain Demon King, he selected various muscles and knots, interlaced bones, and very complex parts for trial.

This ordinary-grade sharp sword is actually very easy to use, and it even surpasses the use of the real weapon fat stealing axe that he is comfortable with, and under the several techniques of Ji Wenming's point cutting, stabbing, splitting, hooking, and splitting, he quickly cut the body of the Split Mountain Demon King into countless broken bones and whole flesh.

Ji Wenming didn't know the passage of time, until he cut the cracked mountain neatly and finished this thing, he came back to his senses, he wiped his sweat, looked at the old-timer, and found that the old man had slept and snoring.

Ji Wenming looked sideways at Meng Ji Demon King, only to see Meng Ji looking at him with a strange face, his eyes full of panic, fear, admiration and other emotions.

Ji Wenming smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "How long have I been busy?"

Meng Ji also replied in a low voice: "It's almost dawn! Just now, you seem to be in a demon, and I can't wake you up a few times! However, master, you are really amazing, you can actually use an ordinary long sword to defeat the Splitting Mountain Demon King!

Ji Wenming said ashamedly: "It's not my ability, but this old-timer, he is really a pedantic celestial, and he can make people improve his skills by pointing at will, and he is really a hermit master!"

Ji Wenming originally only had one kind of swordsmanship, that is, the Dingguang swordsmanship from the Dongyi Bird Clan, which was mainly based on thorns and was very sharp, but it was not the right way of swordsmanship, and it belonged to a kind of side door.

Today, this old-timer taught the pig-killing knife method, but the road of Ji Wenming's swordsmanship was completed by the way, and in the future, Ji Wenming will have a lot of moves against the enemy with a sword.

The most important thing is that the pig killing knife method can observe the musculoskeletal texture, avoid the important and light, find the weak points, and break the strength with sharpness, this is the true skill that this old man taught to Ji Wenming, if he had already mastered this ability, he would easily be able to kill the Demon King of the Split Mountain, and the improvement of strength is not insignificant.

It is precisely for this reason that Ji Wenming's slander against the old man has long turned into admiration, and even his private title has become old-timer!

Hearing that Ji Wenming admired this old gentleman so much, the Meng Ji Demon King also laughed and said: "It's really amazing, I have never seen a demon king who can be cut by a mortal weapon, this old gentleman is so powerful, he must have been a master of killing pigs before!"

The old man who was sleeping in the cave was amused by the conversation between the two people, and said in his heart: "When did Lao Tzu become a pig slaughterer? You two guys have a lot of imagination! You have also arranged a fake identity for Lao Tzu!"

He coughed violently, spit out a mouthful of sticky phlegm, and said: "The two little ones don't rest early in the morning, which makes people dream, oops, since you can't sleep, get up, hungry, hungry, hurry up and cook!"